A.D. 230.

"Prime Minister Keri's Northern Expedition will leave Qishan, although the old minister is old, he does not want to die on the sickbed. Today, please fight as a pioneer, and the horse leather shroud will live up to the kindness of the first emperor...... There is no thief, and the body is returned. A white-haired old man foreshadowed in front of the case.

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"Although Zilong is old, he still asks for his life to be the vanguard, my Han family, if they are all like Zilong, why worry about the failure of the Northern Expedition, and the Han family is not prosperous!"

"My father and two uncles have passed away, Adou's surviving relatives, Du Yafu and the fourth uncle, and now the fourth uncle is old, how can he have the heart to abandon Adou and go......" Shu Han Emperor Liu Chan was shocked when he read the book, immediately shocked, went to see the general Zhennan, and then wept out, and went to the general's mansion to worship three times and return to the palace.

After the Northern Expedition of the Great Army, Shu and Wei clashed, seventy-six-year-old Zhao Yun wore bright silver armor, held a gentian gun, and wore a green sword at his waist.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time, and suddenly there was a beat of drums, and dozens of generals rushed out of the Wei army's formation, and they attacked it in groups.

Zhao Yun boarded the saddle and got on the horse, his face did not change, and the gun in his hand was dazzling, like a Milky Way falling down, cutting off a Wei general's oblique shoulder, and even picking off several generals, a large piece of blood invaded the earth, and the general whose oblique shoulder was cut off, with a frightened look, flew out several meters of his upper body, and fell between the dust and blood.

When Sima Yi, the commander of the Wei army, saw that the aged Zhao Yun had such a momentum, he immediately beat the drum and cheered him personally, and ordered his left and right vanguards to lead the generals to besiege Zhao Yun.

A trace of reluctance flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes, but it was more of a monstrous battle intent, he wanted to complete the last battle of his life.

A little cold came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon, the spear was in the air, and the gun was soaring into the sky, like a white waterfall, cutting off the road ahead, sweeping hard, and the dozen or so people in the front were all cut off.

Zuo Xianfeng was not convinced that Zhao Yun's old body had such power, and raised the long knife in his hand to slash it head-on.

A shot flashed coldly, and he was immediately cut in half, and his two well-proportioned bodies fell off the horse, falling to the sides, and blood gushed out.

When the right vanguard saw this scene, he was immediately shocked, and hurriedly pulled the reins of the war horse, the back horse's hooves bowed slightly, and the front hooves were suspended in the air because of the sudden braking inertia and the owner's pull.

The two sides looked at each other, Zhao Yun's eyes were slightly closed, motionless, and he shouted loudly, "The kindness of the first emperor has not been repaid, and the cause of the revival of the Han Dynasty has not been completed, how can Yun see the first emperor with his face." After exhaustion and death, he never fell off the white horse, and the white horse dragged Zhao Yun's body all the way west, and he didn't know where to go.

Wei was frightened by his bravery, and he didn't dare to come out, and there was cold sweat on his back and palms, but he still raised the weapon in his hand high to show respect.

Seeing this, the Shu army immediately withdrew its troops.

The life of the god of war Zhao Zilong came to an end, and the ending song of "The Legend of Zhao Yun" sounded in the cinema at this time:

Back then, Xuande went to Jiangling, and he was a young soldier in Yang.

Suddenly, Cao deceived and drove the iron horse, and the soldiers and civilians were beaten down and escaped.

Zhao Yun is heroic, and his life is as light as a fallen leaf.

The gun stirred up the heart snake turmoil, and the horse rushed into battle.

Holding the lord of Xichuan in his arms, the purple mist and red light shine brightly.

Kill the flag and capture the flag, and the sky will be successful.

I'll come to rest under Nagasaka, and the spotted sand grass is still bloody.

Where is Zilong, Zilong? Looking up to the sky, he asked three or two times.

Quan Zhong and Quanyi are truly envious, and the title will always be Han Moqing.

The world is always planned in life, old age, sickness and death, no one can jump out, there is no immortal person, there is no immortal hero, Zhao Yun died in the Northern Expedition at the age of seventy-two, and he is in eternal sleep, and the people of later generations are all degraded.

The people in the movie theater were empty, it was pitch black, and Zhao Yun's body was already dead at this time.

The original cloudless clear sky, suddenly wind and thunder, black wind swept wildly, a cloud covering the sky, raining thunder and lightning, towards a small hill in front of Zhao Yun, the old horse was already weak, fell to the ground and died, but Zhao Yun on his body sat on the ground strangely, unaffected.

The sword hanging on his waist roared, and he flew into the sky out of the scabbard, and the Yitian Sword in the treasure house of the Luoyang Imperial City seemed to feel an inexplicable call, and it also broke free from the scabbard and hung in the air.

The two swords were spinning at great speed in different places, with a murderous aura, the sword light illuminated the entire gloomy sky, emitting the sound of a dragon chanting and a phoenix, and there were also thousands of rui qi and ten thousand white lights constantly disillusioned.

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the two swords broke at the same time, and a trace of green light flew out of the broken sword body, and the blue light rolled up around Zhao Yun's side, turning into an energy body and merging into it, merging with the white light in the distance and disappearing into the sky.

Then the sky cleared again, and everything was breezy as if nothing had happened......

In 2020, on the earth, on the bank of the Qingshui River in BJ City, there was a long-haired young man in a tattered cloth shirt, I don't know how long it took, until the man seemed to have a breath in his throat, coughed a few times subconsciously, and fell into the water before waking up suddenly.

Struggling to swim back to the shore, looking up at the hazy sky, the clouds that were no longer white, revealing a faint strange aura, he couldn't figure out why he had come back from the dead, when his soul was floating in the air, and he saw his own body lying on the ground.

The face of the person in the water is exactly what he looked like when he was young, eight feet long, straight and slender, dressed in a light cyan cloth, because the wet water sticks to the body, showing that his muscles are strong, not the kind of particularly exaggerated strong, but also with broad shoulders and broad back, the lines of each muscle are just right, solid and elastic muscles, as if containing infinite strength. The eight-pack abs are distinct, the mermaid line is distinct, and it is simply a work of art walking in the world.

His long wet hair half-covered his smooth and fair face, swaying slightly in the wind, a pair of bright and clear eyes shot out a soft and warm light, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, like a contemplative who exuded an elegant atmosphere.

Yes, that's right, he is Changshan Zhao Zilong.

Looking at the obviously unfamiliar world, Zhao Yun, who was originally a little autistic, sat by the river and struggled.

Leaving a stone out of the river, he turned and left.

It's funny to think that the unfulfilled wish of his life until death is actually reborn with him, but I don't know what year it is.

There was no one along the way, and suddenly there was a roar on the road ahead, Zhao Yun was startled, thinking that it was an army passing by, so he hurriedly hid behind a big tree and quietly looked into the distance.

A farm tricycle pulled a cart of vegetables ready to be sold in the city, and the driver hummed a little song all the way, mixed with the roar of the tricycle into Zhao Yun's ears.

"The thing in front must be a powerful combat machine for people at this time, and the soldier said: Know yourself and know your enemy, you will not be defeated in a hundred battles, and now when you first come here, everything is unknown, and I have to be careful. Zhao Yun quietly stared at the tricycle on the road ahead, then quietly retreated dozens of meters, turned his head and walked to the side.

He now wants to find a village and ask what year and month it is, what dynasty and what dynasty it is, and I don't know if my Dashu is still there.

At the same time, a dimly lit basement emits a faint red glow, obscuring everything inside, and only the sound of "Master, do you really believe in rebirth?"

"For Ling'er, is it difficult to be reborn?"