Su Elegy's heart was touched.

That's what she's been waiting for for seven years.

Suddenly, bending his arms, Su Wangge hugged Li Xuanyuan's neck tightly, and said with a bit of crying. "Bad Li Xuanyuan, I love you, I will always love you!"

This affection is endless!

I am willing to accompany you every day, laugh with you, cry with you, accompany you, watch the flowers bloom together, and move towards the prosperity of life together. Until, life comes to an end. My soul endures!

Su Elegy closed his eyes.

He changed, he became the one, the one under one man, above ten thousand.

"If you have a chance, tell me the story of your war. ”

"Xiao Wan likes the Northern Heavenly King very much, if she knows that you are the Northern Heavenly King, I don't know how surprised she should be!"

Years are like a pile of sand. You grab a handful, but it slips through your hand!

……

It's getting late, and the sky reflected in the afterglow of dusk is cherry red, and the hazy autumn colors are also shrouded in a remnant sun full of halos!

Send Su Elegy back to Su's house.

When Li Xuanyuan returned to the Li family's old house, he passed by the night market. Here, pedestrians are everywhere, the lights are bright, and it is bustling. An endless stream of pedestrians, in groups of three or two, shouting and hawking, soliciting business.

Here, Li Xuanyuan's memories are evoked.

Think back then.

The thrifty sister-in-law, with her home-grown flowers, set up a stall to sell here. Li Xuanyuan, who had just finished school, came here to wait for her.

The gentle but demanding sister-in-law used the money from the sale to buy him his favorite toy.

That year.

He was only ten years old!

She once said that people live this life, not for fame and profit, but for a clear conscience!

She once said, so when you grow up, you have to be a good person, not an evil person.

She also said, your eldest brother and I, I don't want you to be rich and rich, I just want you to be safe and healthy for the rest of your life!

She also said......

She, said a lot.

Just like a mother.

……

Li Xuanyuan, who was in the car, stopped the car. He wanted to stop here and watch the world go unfolding.

Three forks.

Where my sister-in-law used to set up a stall, he seemed to see a familiar shadow, standing there, telling the people who bought flowers how to grow flowers! There was a child standing aside, carrying a schoolbag and playing with the toys he had just bought.

In the season when she should have bloomed bewitchingly, she paid her youth for the Li family and for him.

At this moment.

How Li Xuanyuan wished to stand in front of her and tell her.

Sister-in-law, I'm back!

……

Syllable!

Tangmu was shocked, shook the fan and closed it, and the storyteller snorted his tongue.

"The Northern Heavenly King struck back the horse pistol, rose to the ground, and was wanton, and the killing intent attacked. When the 30,000 gold-armored soldiers of Hancheng saw the Northern Heavenly King, they all threw away their armor and pulled their legs and ran around......"

Li Xuanyuan looked back.

It was originally in the courtyard next to the night market, under the osmanthus tree, an old man sat under the hall, holding a folding fan.

Around him, there sat a dozen children, each of them, full of innocence, listening to the old man's story.

"This time, we are going to talk about the six sons of heaven - the legend of the Northern Heavenly King!"

There was a sound of waking wood in the hall.

The old man, whose real name is Xie 3,000, folded the folding fan.

The children in the hall applauded, and nowadays, more and more people gathered.

Li Xuanyuan stepped into the courtyard.

Standing in front of the hall, listening to the old man's commentary.

Xie Sanqian is an old man over eighty years old, who once served as a beacon in the north and was seriously injured and retired. Now 80 years old, he has nothing to do, and often tells the story of the war in the house full of grandchildren.

The innocent faces of the children seem to reflect the shadow of Li Xuanyuan's childhood.

Xie Sanqian took a sip of tea.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wandering times are chaotic, and the beacon fire is full of wolf smoke. There are no double famous generals, live up to the glory, and defend one side!

Syllable~~!

Solve the three thousand and then shoot the waking wood. "In the spring of the 440th year of the summer calendar, the Liukou chaotic our country, in the interior of the Xiao River, launched a war and provoked war. In Xiaohe Academy, thousands of students were trapped, killed by rogues, and died in a foreign land. A thunderclap broke out on the ground, and the northern border was guarded, and it came out! It was originally a spark, but it ascended to the sky with the momentum of burning the plain. ”

Xie Sanqian calmed down slightly.

Brew for a moment.

The children in the hall looked impatient.

"The first time, the wanderers are in chaos, and the king of heaven is out!"

Knock knock~~!

The sound of drums sounded, the sky shook like thunder, the army waved down, and the war was noisy.

In the spring of the 440th year of the summer calendar, a new era has arrived.

It was a time of war.

It is also a hopeful era.

The desert is dark, and the red flag is half rolled out.

The former army fought in Taohebei at night, and it has been reported that it has captured Gu Hun.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Three loud killing words, swallowing mountains and rivers.

The army waved down, and the wolf smoke billowed out. The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years!

Hunting in robes.

The six sons of the sky stand side by side, and the army is mighty!

"Who is coming, dare to dismount and fight?"

The wind was blowing, the battle flag was waving, and the sound of the horse was like thunder!

Thousands of troops and horses stepped through every inch of the desert. But make the dragon city fly in. Don't teach Humado Yinshan!

Drama Yang, battlefield killing.

The King of the Heavens, hanging golden armor.

The yellow sand is scattered all over the sky.

The wind is like a drum.

At every turn, the army rushed out, ambushing millions of corpses!

……

The moon is shining brightly, and the lights are shining.

The moon, elongating the shadow. Although he was still unsatisfied, Li Xuanyuan knew that he should leave. Then get in the car and drive out of the night market. The back is elongated, just like his legend, which lasts forever!

Walking all the way, stopping and stopping all the way to Tianmang Mountain, Li Xuanyuan's car turned a corner and came to Tianmang Mountain Cemetery!

Cemetery.

The origin is quiet.

There is no more prosperity of the city, and there is no more splendor of the city. Only a crescent moon hung high on the branches, and the dim moonlight made the reflection elongated. The staggered graves, in the moonlight, are half-covered and half-hidden!

Li Xuanyuan lit a cigarette. The burning cigarette butt, in the dark night, is like a star in the night sky!

The dead are gone!

The living send lovesickness.

The night is deeper.

His back is lonely and lonely.

Half a cigarette time.

Suddenly, a bright light struck, as bright as day. The entire cemetery illuminated by the light of the headlights of the car, and it was bright. The engine roared under the mountain, and several cars roared like dust......

Someone's coming?

But Li Xuanyuan really didn't want anyone to disturb him at this time!

……

Bang bang bang!

Outside the Tianmangshan Cemetery, a group of men in suits and leather shoes hurriedly walked up the steps with steady steps.

From time to time, killing intent emerges!

The comer is not good!

Li Xuanyuan threw away the cigarette butt and lit another cigarette for himself. sat down at a different angle, and his unwavering eyes fell on the tombstone, which was finely carved and briefly engraved with the words of Li Mingping's life.

Under the manic footsteps.

The birds resting on the branches were startled. A group of men, all arrived.

And at the fastest speed, Li Ming's grave was surrounded by a group.

"Second Li, you let Lu, it's easy to find for a while. ”

The middle-aged man, whose real name is Lu Tianxing, was the first to speak.

As Lu Fengxian's eldest son, Lu Tianxing has always relied on his father's merits and prestige, and the Lu family can have today, which is completely the achievement of his father Lu Fengxian. Unfortunately, in the evening, I suddenly learned that Lu Fengxian had been killed.