Yuan Jie was finally killed by Ye Qingchuan and died in Chudu. Even if what he did was lost and he was killed by Ye Qingchuan, he would be a hero who died on the battlefield in Yasukuni.

Even if he has done something inferior to a beast, it is only for the people of Chudu. As far as Yasukuni is concerned, he has hidden his prestige and fortune in the Chu capital, and what remains is the glory of capturing the Chu capital and subduing the lost territory.

The reality is so unreasonable and cruel. When disaster did not befall them, and the truth was hidden, all they saw were flashes of light on the surface. Perhaps, the "one-sided words" of the Chudu people will refute and denounce them, maintaining the glory that should not exist.

In the long river of history, the big waves pan for gold, everyone only stares at the little gold nuggets, but never disdains the sand that follows.

The same is true of history books, which cannot be described in detail. Many years later, there may be only one sentence: Fourteen years after the boundary change, in the autumn, the general Yuan Jie of Yasukuni broke Chu by Ye Qingchuan, the king of Chu, who was late to the Chu capital.

In a single stroke, the atrocities left behind may only be seen in wild history, adding a bit of mystery that cannot be distinguished from falsehood.

Fortunately, Yuan Jie did everything he could, but he didn't calculate that although Ye Qingchuan chased and killed Wang Yun and others, he had the rest of his life after Wang Yun's catastrophe.

For the rest of Wang Yun's life, even if Yuan Jie had the first hand to accuse the wicked, Yan Yi would no longer believe the letter written by Yuan Jie.

It was only at this time that Wang Yun opened his eyes with difficulty. From the rest of his life to the present, he has long forgotten the concept of time, and only a belief supports him to live.

When he woke up again, his face was haggard, and there seemed to be a little shaky spark in his godless eyes, which was his last belief.

Facing the blue sky, Wang Yun struggled to grope around him. Half a ring, only to remember that the knife was left in the pit by him.

Wang Yun looked at the sky in a daze, and it took a long time to turn over his body. The powerlessness allowed him to have a "close contact" with the earth directly and ate a mouthful of soil.

Wang Yun raised his head and saw a muddy knife not far away, slowly raised his hand, and crawled forward with difficulty.

A few steps away, Wang Yun walked very slowly. The friction between the body and the ground, the fine sand and gravel cut through the wound and sank into the flesh.

Suddenly, Wang Yun stretched his hand forward and touched the knife that was full of mud.

Clenching his teeth, Wang Yun flicked his fingers and tried to bring the knife. couldn't tell whether it was the back of the knife or the blade, and the moment he held it in his hand, Wang Yun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Dragging the knife to his side, Wang Yun held the handle of the knife, held the knife, and stood up.

Finally, he once again looked down on the earth from a high position, but his eyes moistened the eyes of the man who was not in tears.

He has no concept of time, but that doesn't mean that time is really gone because of him. Over the years, under the rain, the bodies of those brothers have rotted and stinked. Even if he couldn't smell the stench now, he knew that it was the smell of the corpse that attracted them when he saw the hovering mosquitoes and flies.

At this moment, Wang Yun just wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry anymore because he didn't have the extra strength to cry.

Walking to a brother step by step, Wang Yun could no longer see the brother's face clearly, but the brother's clothes and body shape had already been deeply imprinted in his mind. He didn't need to judge who his brother was by that face anymore, he just needed to know that it was the brother who went before him.

"Brother!" Wang Yun, who had survived the catastrophe, said the first sentence so far, his voice hoarse and low, like an old tree that has dried up and been ravaged by wind and sand.

"Brother Gou is sending you on your last ride.

With the knife in hand, Wang Yun slowly bent down, and with his other hand grabbed the ankle of the man who had already died on the ground.

turned around and dragged the man step by step to the big pit that Wang Yun had dug.

Wang Yun really has no strength, this step by step is very slow, all supported by faith.

Dozens of steps away, Wang Yun walked for a long time.

Finally, we arrived at the big pit. Wang Yun abandoned the knife in his hand and knelt on the ground. Slowly pushed the dead brother into the pit. At the end, Wang Yun maintained a kneeling posture, slammed his head deeply on the mud ground, and it took a long time to get up with the knife he had abandoned before.

Wang Yun got up and walked towards the corpse of his next brother......

In the Fengtian Hall of Chu Palace, Ye Qingchuan looked at the dragon chair and was silent.

There is no joy of loss and regain, only confusion of not knowing what to do. Standing here, Ye Qingchuan seemed to see the high spirits of himself sitting on it in the past, and he also seemed to see the pride and arrogance of Yuan Jie sitting on it.

If it weren't for this event, which was just the beginning and end of the scheme, he probably wouldn't have thought about it. But after his plan began, everything had become different from what he had originally thought, and Yuan Jie's blood and greed had overshadowed this plan.

"Qinghui, he's right, he did die a noble death. ”

Ye Qingchuan said thoughtlessly, which made Ye Qinghui stunned for a while. After reacting, he realized that Ye Qingchuan was talking about Yuan Jie's words when he was dying.

This time Ye Qinghui didn't speak, because what Yuan Jie said was right. Even if his hands are full of blood, even if he is full of atrocities, he is still a hero to Yasukuni, and all this was given to him by Ye Qingchuan, at the cost of his life.

The people of Yasukuni will not listen to the atrocities told by the people of Chudu, because Ye Qingchuan has always been a thief in their eyes.

The ugliness is so dazzling in a gorgeous cloak that no one will ever know the conscience that has been determined to be corrupt. A high-sounding excuse was given, and all the crimes had been diluted, and all that remained was what should have been done, which was called glory.

Yuan Jie and Ye Qingchuan are different, they stand on different positions, and they act differently. Ye Qingchuan is a rebellion, and Yuan Jie is a rebellion against the yang and the yin, but unfortunately people only see the appearance.

Ye Qinghui didn't answer, and Ye Qingchuan didn't need Ye Qinghui to answer, he walked to the dragon chair step by step, and his eyes gradually became firm.

If Yasukuni is still there, he will always be a thief of the country. But if Yasukuni is gone, who will care about how Yasukuni is doing, and who will care about whether he has stolen Yasukuni's land.

Because all this will be written by him, he can paint the description of Mu Yuan's killing of the emperor, he can tell the whole world about Yuan Jie's slaughter of the city, and he can put all the ugliness of Yasukuni on the stage. No one will stand up again, no one will oppose it, and no one will do these things that no longer make sense.

In the end, the state of Chu is too weak. If it is strong, then it is not a theft of the country, then it is conquered; if it is strong, then the slaughter of the city is no longer a fact that can be buried, but an accusation of blood and tears; if it is strong, Yasukuni will not dare to bully again, and neighboring countries will not dare to make trouble again.

The way of the king, the road of the emperor starts from this fist, the fist is hard, and everything reasonable and unreasonable will become reasonable.

Ye Qingchuan sat back on the dragon chairs of Chu State, Chu Capital, Chu Palace, and Fengtian Palace, looking at Ye Qinghui who was not far away, "Do you think I can destroy Jing?"

Ye Qinghui looked at Ye Qingchuan with tears in his eyes, he didn't know why he was crying, but he couldn't control the tear-jerking throbbing at this time.

Kneeling on the ground,

Ye Qinghui shouted, "Mansion Master!"

The figures around him flickered, but they were half-immortals and Xuanzong assassins hidden in the shadows. Behind Ye Qinghui, everyone threw themselves to the ground, shouting in unison: "Mansion Master!"

It's not the king, it's not the young mansion lord, but the mansion master, the mansion lord of the millennium Ye Mansion. The thousand-year-old Ye Mansion did not express his position, and Xuanzong did not say anything, but the people who followed Ye Qingchuan's side said convincingly at the moment, "Mansion Master."

Ye Qingchuan's eyes flickered faintly, looked at Ye Qinghui and said, "Do you know what this represents, what am I going to give up?"

The Millennium Leaf Mansion is terrifyingly stubborn above its ministers, but it is amazing that it is open in other places. Each generation of Yefu descendants is called the "Shaofu Lord", but this "Shaofu Lord" is powerless. When he gained the approval of some people, he embarked on a road of no return, a road of no return to conquer everyone in Yefu. If you succeed, you will become the lord of the house. At that time, the elders of the Ye Mansion will no longer have power, and the Ye Mansion will be used by the Lord of the Mansion alone. No, die. The elders do not allow authority to be challenged by losers.

Ye Qinghui and others' sentence of "Mansion Master" is the clarion call for Ye Qingchuan to embark on the road to subdue Ye Mansion.

Ye Qinghui knelt on the ground and replied: "I know what the mansion master dislikes, and I also know what the mansion master wants. When hope outweighs disgust, disgust is not worth mentioning. ”

"You're helping me decide?"

There is no longer the laughter, anger, scolding, and sympathy of the past, at this time, Ye Qingchuan looked at Ye Qinghui with only ruthlessness in his eyes.

Ye Qinghui knelt on the ground, didn't see the ruthlessness in his gaze, and said in a deep voice: "I made the decision because of you." ”

Ye Qingchuan didn't speak again, he knew that he was the lord of the mansion, and Ye Qinghui would also make a choice, if it was Ye Qinghui who helped him make the decision, it was better to say that Ye Qinghui made Ye Qinghui's decision because of him.

Ye Qingchuan understood that he finally accepted this title that he had long hated, because Jing, one of the three emperors, could not be defeated so easily. He needed a sword, a sword capable of splitting the shackles.

"It's just too costly. Ye Qingchuan muttered to himself, and said: "But Yuan Jie's Ling Chi matter is deeply imprinted in my mind, every word, every action is in my mind. I can't forget it, and I don't dare to forget it. ”

"Qinghui, you go and tell the Ye Mansion who is still shrinking to watch the play, and I Ye Qingchuan has accepted the name of the lord of this mansion. ”

In the end, it became full of firmness.

Ye Qinghui looked up at Ye Qingchuan at this time, and the two looked at each other and smiled, but they no longer remembered the awkwardness just now.

......

As the sun set, what was pushed into the pit was the corpse of the last brother that Wang Yun could see, and he couldn't find it again.

The pit that was dug was now filled with corpses. Next to the big pit, Wang Yun held the knife that had been holding him for a day, slowly filling it with sand.

Repeating the same action over and over again, as the small pile of dirt entered the pit, Wang Yun's eyes appeared in front of the voice of the former brother.

The shrewd Wang Lung, the upright Huzi, and the voices of the other brothers all emerged one by one.

“...... The general was overwhelmed. ”

"General, just go, it's more than a little easier than that fight, kill, and kill. Brothers, don't you say?"

"Brother is right, isn't it just a hurry? Lao Tzu won't blink his eyelids if he doesn't meet his eyes for a few days. ”

"That's your kid who has been sleeping like a pig for a long time, how to blink. ”

......

"I'm really tired, after sending my brother on this last journey, I'll have a good rest. Wang Yunqiang opened his eyes and continued to bury it.