Merry Evil Zun Xiuxian Ji

() The 20 troops of the Nanhe Kingdom gathered outside the Yinkui Imperial Capital. After a little rest, the first thing to do was to attack the city.

The habit of Nanhe country is to invade like fire, soldiers approach the city, no matter whether they can win or not, no matter whether they will die or not, they must attack the city, which is called blood sacrifice in Nanhe country!

Whether it's the blood of the enemy or the blood of one's own people, in short, blood must be shed when you go to the front of the city!

This tradition is known as male hero courage, and it is the dream of countless male hero soldiers to die in this first blood sacrifice.

It is precisely because of this male hero's blood sacrifice that male hero has an incomparably tough ethos and the pride of male hero who is invincible.

This round of rushing and killing is most hopeless. It is just a group of people rushing up and being shot to death, another group of people rushing up and being shot to death again, and then another group of people rushing up.

In short, in the end, Nanhe Manguo dragged a total of four hundred corpses from the battlefield.

That night, the bonfires in Nanhe's barracks were scattered everywhere, and from a distance, it was really spectacular, like a sea of ​​stars.

And in this sea of ​​stars, suddenly a huge flame rose into the sky, followed by Gu Ang's song, the entire Nanhe barracks, 20 soldiers were humming a farewell song.

Said: "Don't go."

Take a step--are you willing to turn back?

I only know that autumn is the beginning of Wanshan haggard, how do I know that it is a lone boat next to a cold river and a cold moon.

Let me tell you about autumn.

It can be seen that when people come, Qianzhi laughs and plays Fenghua, and when people go, the flowers fall.

Julai Kuangfeng only cries on the ancient road, and thunder strikes in the dark.

When Changmeng woke up, he heard the rain falling in every village again.

And let it go.

And a cup of bad wine...

This voice is deep but not sad, and there is an indescribable heroism in the roughness. Compared with the Yinkui Kingdom, which suffers from the pain of parting from life and death, in the Nanhe Kingdom, life and death are much more open. For them, death is not the end of everything, but just a paragraph of farewell. After death, people will go to live with their parents, relatives, and lovers. It is a reunion, not a parting.

Listening to the 20 people humming in unison, the surrounding mountains echoed them, and the people in the entire Yinkui Imperial Capital heard this voice, and everyone was immersed in the deep and piercing singing.

Chang Xiao looked at the blazing flames that soared into the sky. In the flames, one after another spirits were rolling and wandering. Under the flames, there were human corpses one after another. The fat, the corpses gradually turned into streaks of green smoke and flew into the sky.

Chang laughed for a while, and then closed his eyes. He had experienced this kind of horse leather shroud for countless times, and Chang laughed too clearly about the distance between life and death.

Chang Xiao was not interested in this, but Nanhe Sword God was completely integrated into the deep and hoarse singing voice. After all, Nanhe Sword God was also born in Nanhe, and the deep singing voice also had a certain degree of infection for him.

On Chang Xiao's side, it was Tang Yi who was most moved by the singing. Tang Yi had always followed the idea of ​​his wife and children warming the kang, so for more than ten years, although his cultivation base was not low, he was not too weak. He has not become famous in the world, but Tang Yi is still a man under 30 years old. Men at this time have a dream full of courage. Tang Yi's dream has nothing to do with courage. He only wants his wife and children to live a better life. It's better and more comfortable, but now, Tang Yi's earlier dream was finally infected by these desolate songs, and awakened from Tang Yi's completely forgotten memory.

When Tang Yi was young, he also thought about being a great hero, riding a tall horse, galloping all the way on the battlefield to kill the enemy.

The little girl behind Tang Yi looked at Tang Yi coldly, then leaned over to Tang Yi's wife, and said, biting her ear: "Mother, there is something wrong with Daddy going up, it seems that he is not the one standing there. .”

Tang Yi's wife and her strange husband, Tang Yi sat cross-legged on a boulder and looked at the scattered bonfires on the plain in the distance, stroking a long sword with a red sheath in his hand. The ground trembled, as if wanting to get out of the sheath at any time.

"Your Majesty, the singing of the barbarians has stopped." A young eunuch said in a low voice and respect.

At this time, it was already the middle of the night, and the emperor, who had been full of vigor all day, had once again returned to his old and vulnerable appearance.

His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were dull and lifeless, his back was bent down under pressure, and he was panting loudly while sitting there. It seemed that if the panting sound became smaller, the emperor would die It's upturned.

The emperor waved his hands weakly, and the white-browed old king came up from the side, and said in a low voice: "Rest, when it's time to sleep, if you don't sleep, your body won't be able to survive. You should also want to live a few more days, right?"

Emperor Henghuan attached great importance to the words of the old king with white eyebrows. After the old king with white eyebrows finished speaking, Emperor Henghuan blew out the palace lantern next to him.

The flame in the palace lantern swayed violently and then extinguished violently. Emperor Heng Huan immediately shook his head with a wry smile.

Emperor Henghuan laughed at himself and said: "Death is like a lamp going out. When alive, it is lively and dazzling, but when it dies, it is doomed to be cold. Without the medicine of tiger and wolf to support it, even the power of hearing has declined. It is necessary for others to listen to whether there are still people outside." Nanhe's singing came."

Emperor Heng Huan struggled to stand up from the table while talking, all of this was in the eyes of the white-browed old king, but he didn't have any thoughts or actions to help the other party. As an eunuch, he watched Emperor Heng Huan struggling extremely hard He stood up and walked slowly to the bedside in the study. Emperor Heng Huan basically banned women from ten years ago, so he has always lived in this study.

Emperor Henghuan said while counting his fingers: "I still have seven or eight months. I originally wanted to use this time to clear up the hidden dangers of Shen Ke left by the prince for hundreds of years. Now, I can't see you." That day."

After saying this sentence, Emperor Heng Huan's snoring came immediately. God knows how tired this emperor is. He was still concentrating on talking a second ago, and fell asleep a second later.

Emperor Heng Huan once said that his greatest advantage and greatest blessing is that he can fall asleep with his brain on the pillow.

The white-browed old king walked to the bedside, and his eyes looked lightly at Heng Huandi on the bed. He seemed to have no emotion, but it seemed to contain indescribable emotions.

The old king with white eyebrows stood there like that, perhaps only at this time, the old king was able to appreciate the Yin Kui emperor so unscrupulously.

After a long time, the white-browed old king flicked his robe sleeves, and all the lights in the imperial study disappeared in an instant.

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The author of the poem in this article is Jiang Shan, and the title is "A Farewell Poem" which has been slightly deleted!