(PS: I apologize to everyone about the updates in the last two months, I had an illness some time ago, probably caused by staying up late and smoking vices, and the doctor repeatedly emphasized that I should quit smoking.) In order to prevent a handsome man like me from dying young, I decided to follow the doctor's advice. Quitting smoking, especially for an old smoker like me, is really difficult, and it's a pain for me, who is used to smoking late at night. Fortunately, I finally got through this time, and my body has almost recovered recently. From tomorrow, the two shifts will be resumed, and at the same time, we will strive for additional changes. I apologize for the decline in quantity and quality in the past two months, and I hope that the friends who are still insisting on watching my turtle speed update will forgive me...... ）

The candle was nearly burned out.

As the night deepened, the old man trembled and took out a candle from the drawer, leaned against the candlestick that was about to burn out, lit the candle, and re-placed it in the candlestick.

Wei Lai frowned, stared at the old man and asked, "What about later?"

"Later?" the old man looked up at the candlestick in front of him, the scorching light of the fire leaping in his eyes.

......

Afterward.

The guy with a black and white blade hanging from his waist led the army to the outside of the Manhong Pass.

Manhongguan is a place with a lot of stories.

Since the fall of Mangzhou in the past, this is the gateway for Dayan to fight against Ghost Rong, and Chu Yanyun, a female general who once led 8,000 soldiers to die in the Barbarian Hongguan, is that guy's aunt.

When that guy came to the Manhong Pass, the army of the ghost Rong was also gathered outside the Manhong Pass, but unlike the countless confrontations in the past, this time, the positions of the two sides changed a little - the offensive and defensive momentum reversed. Hundreds of thousands of Guirong troops were fierce on the border of Manzhou, vigilantly watching the Sanxiao army gathering more and more in the Manhong Pass.

The guy with a black and white blade hanging from his waist is an interesting young man. After taking over the military power of the Sanxiao Army, he was not in a hurry to lead the army south to regain the lost territory, avenge his aunt's blood feud, or establish that immortal feat.

That guy was in the Manhong Pass to see the barbarians outside the pass for half a month, not a single soldier came out, not a single arrow was fired. Even the various departments of the Ningzhou Sanxiao Army couldn't stand it, secretly thinking that guy was about to be cowardly, and all parties had some whispers for a while. But the guy ignored these voices, and instead sent a letter to the elderly scholar.

The letter said:

There are more than 200,000 soldiers in the Ghost Rong Garrison, which seems to be violent, but in fact, they are strong on the outside.

With the power of the three heavens, the defenders can retreat in less than three months, and then lead the army directly into Mangzhou, which is half a year in short and long in a year, and Mangzhou can be restored.

However, the state pastor often said that the soldier is also a murder weapon, and the saint has to use it as a last resort.

The 200,000 ghost army, half of which are Manzhou slave soldiers, this battle is nothing more than compatriots frying each other and fratricidal. And the ghost Rong is cunning, as soon as he enters the hinterland of Manzhou, the ghost Rong will threaten the people, or send them as slaves, or use them as human walls. If there is no war, the compatriots will kill each other, and although Mangzhou will be restored, the people's will will be lost; if there is no war, the army will be tied up, and it will be in a dilemma.

Manzhou has been lost for 80 years, and the people have been looking north to the king for 80 years, and the remnants of the old country will not bear to leave home and be blamed again, so they want to behead and capture the king, and Wangzhou Mu will allow it.

The words in the letter were earnest, and the elderly scholar held the letter and thought about it for a long time - of course he knew that with that guy's temperament, this proposal would never be mixed with the slightest selfishness, but the reason why he chose to go south at this time to regain the lost territory was that Qi Chu shook hands with Dayan and made peace, and the north and east were temporarily worry-free, and second, the Sanxiao army was in full swing, and Ghost Rong fell into civil strife due to the imminent death of the Great Pillar Kingdom of the Royal Court, and this is naturally the best time to recapture Manzhou. But if you follow this plan and go deep into the enemy camp with the strength of one person, it will be extremely dangerous, and if you give your own life, it will be fine, but if you delay this great opportunity, and wait until the ghost subsides the civil strife and wants to recapture Manzhou, the price you need to pay is far more than this.

The scholar who was nearly sixty years old had been muttering for a long time, and finally left the word "quasi" on someone in the letter, and then sent someone to send it back to Manhong Pass.

The guy who received the reply gave the army an order not to move within half a month, and left the Manhong Pass alone that night.

Of course, he brought those two ancestral treasure knives, and he always remembered the ancestral teachings of the Chu family.

The people of the Chu family lost their lives, but they couldn't lose their knives.

He walked in a dignified manner, without the slightest intention of covering up his whereabouts, and even deliberately spread the news that he was going to the county seat of Manzhou to assassinate the ghost Rong Guozhu there. At that time, that Chu Lantian's guy was not well-known, and even the Ghost Rong Royal Court, which was in the midst of civil strife, took the news as a joke.

It wasn't until that guy went all the way south and killed the seventeen generals of the Guirong guarding the pass one after another that the Guirong National Pillar in Xulong City panicked, and he began to draw a large number of troops to defend it strictly along the way. But that guy relied on the black and white double knife, all the way forward, as if he had entered a no-man's land. They couldn't even figure out how a guy who didn't push open the eight doors came from such a strong strength, Guozhu was completely out of proportion in the battle report that the defense line was lost again and again, and the opponent advanced by leaps and bounds, he left Xulong City and retreated all the way, but that guy chased and beat like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and nearly 100,000 ghost warriors followed that guy's ass to eat dust, but they couldn't keep up with his pace.

The guy was like an arrow off the string, looking at the target and moving forward, never stopping until he or one of them died.

For half a month, you chased me, so that the Lord of the Ghost Rong Guozhu was like a man, almost to the point of not being able to sleep at night. But Rao was so, he did not escape the blade of the fellow after all, and on a starry night, after drinking the good soothing soup sent by the doctor, he finally felt a little sleepy, but he was just lying on the bed, and in the darkness there was a cold thing on his neck.

On the second day, in the Manhong Pass, which had been waiting for the man to return, the military headquarters of all sides quarreled, but before they could come up with a result, a soldier broke in—the ghost had withdrawn.

Manzhou returned, Chu Lantian was named the Marquis of Chu as the first merit, and the whole of Manzhou was grateful to Chu Lantian, almost to the point of setting up a living temple for him.

And the scholar who finally fulfilled all his long-cherished wishes was finally satisfied, and he spent three years settling everything in Ningzhou, and then went to Tailin City alone.

It was the end he had predicted, and he had thought of it since he had rejected the boy's request ten years earlier. He is not the slightest surprise and unwillingness to this, since ancient times, beauties and famous generals are not allowed to see white heads in the world.

Forty years ago, when he left the Qingying Academy, his husband had told him that if he did not succeed in what he wanted, he might die well. If Yan Di really restored the land of the four states in his hands, then he would have no chance of a good end.

With the belief that he would die, the old man with his hair was already full of hair and knocked on the palace gate of Longxiang Palace. On that day, the civil and military officials of Tailin City were all moved when they heard the wind, and with the eyes of sighing, surprised or expectant, they looked at the scholar who was born with the forbidden army into the Longxiang Palace, and they knew that this was the last figure left in this world by the state shepherd.

There was no chance of him living, in every sense of the word.

The recovery of Manzhou has brought his prestige to the peak, not to mention that the Marquis of Chu, who is now worshiped as a god by the people of Mangzhou, is still his old department, and the royal court will not tolerate the existence of a guy who holds half of the country in his hands, has more than seventy percent of the military strength of Great Yan under his command, and his reputation has long surpassed that of Yan Ting.

Even the civil and military officials of Tailin City have secretly thought more than once whether that scholar will be like Yan usurped Zhou back then and establish himself as king. Or Yan Ting took the lead in attacking and beheaded this scholar who had become a climate. But they had imagined everything, but they never had this scene in front of them. And those guys will probably never understand why the old scholar would do this......

......

"Why?" Wei Lai also had this doubt, he interrupted the old man's faint self-mutter, and asked with a frown.

"What do you think is why?" asked the old man with squinted eyes.

Wei Lai sank his mind, when the old man began to tell this story, the purpose of Wei Lailai today was biased, and at this time he even completely deviated from the topic.

But Wei Lai was surprisingly patient, he felt that the man surnamed Di who led the way was right, and he might indeed be patient with his grandfather, no matter what happened back then was right or wrong.

"Do you want to have civil strife in Dayan? Otherwise, those foreign enemies who were born in An will have to take advantage of the situation again, and the people of Dayan will also fall into dire straits. Right?" Wei said.

He felt that the reason for his guess might be a little different from the real situation, but such a deviation would not be too great.

But the old man smiled and shook his head: "It's not that complicated, it's just to repay his kindness back then." ”

"Huh?" Wei Lai's face changed, and his expression was confused.

......

Some people say that Maxima often exists, but Bole does not often have.

Scholars have a deep understanding of this sentence.

At that time, he came to Tailin City from Ningzhou with a full ambition to serve the country, or he was young and vigorous and did not know the world, or the world was dim and could not accommodate people with lofty ideals. even offended the powerful because of his righteous words, and was almost killed on the street. It was the boy who passed by, saved his life, gave him money, and recognized his talent after talking, so that he could go to the Qingying Academy Palace in the future.

Time has passed, and the sons of the year may have long forgotten the promises they made, but the scholar remembers. The scholar also knew that without his knowledge, he would never have had the opportunity to fulfill his ambitions.

Now he has fulfilled his long-cherished wish, even if things have long been wrong, the son who talked with him after drinking and was full of governance to save the people has become the most spurned appearance they once were. But he is still willing to fulfill the promise he made back then, so that the son understands that the scholar is still the same scholar, and this has never changed.

......

"But you're not dead. Wei Lai interrupted the old man again.

A wry smile appeared on the old man's face: "Yes, I am not dead. ”

Wei Lai frowned, and he asked puzzledly, "Why?"

The candle flame flickered, illuminating the old man's face flickering, the old man turned his head to look out the window at the night, the light in his eyes flickered, he seemed to be remembering something, and as if regretting something.

It's been a long time.

Or maybe just for a while.

But Wei Lai felt that it was only a few breaths, and the old man seemed to have experienced some of the past that he did not want to experience.

"Because. ”

"Someone died for him......"