Where there are surviving people, how can there be divorcers.

Where there will be wine, how can there be a single moon tower.

The Mausoleum of the White Emperor has been located in Xishu for more than ten years, and hundreds of thousands of tragic characters have been buried.

They are all peerless sons of the Great Sui Dynasty, maybe to become ministers of the dragon, or maybe to stabilize the country.

But in later generations, they only had one name, and that was the Xishu foot soldiers. As for their original names, some people remember, but they can't remember the faces.

Yang Xiu sat silently on a futon and was silent for a long time. But Yang Weiyang couldn't help but say it, and continued to say that his father was old.

Although this is very cruel, but the truth is so, it can't be changed, it can't be changed.

No one in the world sees immortality, and they don't know the future of immortality. In either case, the world is afraid of death.

Death, as if there has been no legend of immortality since ancient times. Peng Zu only lived to be 800 years old.

"Maybe you think that the killing you made in the last half of your life is too heavy, and you want to accumulate yin virtue for us now. But you forget that wars kill people, and many people die.

I don't believe you don't understand, you've been through so much, but you're getting more and more timid as you get older. You know, or you look at these hundreds of thousands of urns, what are they dying for.

Yang Ayaluo and I are really not afraid of thieves, if you really want to go to hell in the future, you go first, and we will accompany you later. If Xishu can't hold it, Dachu will still have a million iron horsemen in the future, and they won't let our old Yang family live. ”

Yang Xiu continued to be silent, he knew that after he died, all the burdens of Xishu would be on Yang Weiyang's body. If you can't keep this country, you will just die first, and the rest will just follow you!

Yang Weiyang did not interrupt, but continued to speak: "There are many people in the world, why do we need to behave. Your son didn't do anything good in the past few years, but he also spent money to keep the seeds of study for Xishu, even if they won't keep our good. But the world will still remember in the future that no matter which temple, there is the sound of Xishu reading aloud.

Even if they can't think of us well, they are Xishu people, and they may remember it when they are young, but when they are old, they will eventually return to this land. Their souls are here, and they are passed down from the four million remnants of Xishu. ”

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Many years later, a gray-haired old man returned to this land, and when he heard the sound of Xishu reading aloud, he couldn't help but cry.

It occurred to him that many years ago, a young man who was too beautiful to speak to him had said a word.

"I'm not afraid that you scholars will spend money, after all, it is you scholars who govern the world. ”

When he was young, he was full of disdain for this young man. But many years later, he realized that he was right.

At that time, I was just jealous.

But he now understood that the young man had already understood at a very early age what the way out was for the reader, and why the scholar had to work hard to learn to read.

If you have the ambition of the world in your heart, how can you be a mediocre person.

Later, it is said that he went all the way south along the South China Sea, which side seems to be called the South Seas, and no one has ever been there, and no one has ever seen that person again.

Maybe there is no so-called Nanyang at all, he is still hiding somewhere to watch the division and integration of the general trend of the world.

But no matter what, history should always leave his strong mark. But I don't know if the historian deliberately forgot it, or if he really didn't remember.

History, these three words were crossed out.

The old man finally died in Xishu and died in this old place. His name is Di Huaiying, and the young man likes to call him bean sprouts.

Because he has always been very thin, does not eat well, and has poor physical development.

But he is such a person, but he is a veteran of the Three Dynasties. Cabinet Scholar, one of the most powerful officials of the entire dynasty.

After his death, he was not buried in Bailing. Instead, let his descendants scatter his ashes in the Yangtze River.

Because that person almost died in the Yangtze River, and was almost killed in the Yangtze River by the number one in the world at that time.

He didn't die, so let yourself die in his place!

Yang Xiu walked out of Bailing in silence, leaving too much sadness and sadness here.

Yang Weiyang knew that maybe from the moment his mother died, Yang Xiu's heart was already dead. But he still resisted everything with his not too broad shoulders.

As for revenge, who will he kill? Wang Shaojie, a eunuch, will definitely die, but the most damned one is the thief God. It is none other than the leader of the Demon Sect, but can Xishu kill them?

Xishu has networked countless people in the rivers and lakes over the years, and even famous masters, but they are not enough to compete with that group of people.

All the masters in the world have martial arts reviews, and Xu Changsheng, the first in the world, although he doesn't admit it, he is unrivaled on the list.

Yang Weiyang looked at Yang Xiu's departing back and felt that he was really old. It's so bleak and lonely, but this loneliness has started for a long time.

He could feel that Yang Xiu's body was not as good as before, even Yang Guang.

The older generation is getting older, and the younger ones are starting to forge ahead.

He always remembered that his teacher said that sooner or later the world will be the world of young people, and it will also be your world.

Yang Weiyang always remembered that the teacher looked at the rising sun as if he saw something, as if he was proud, and that was the last time Yang Weiyang saw the teacher.

Later, when I entered the Taiyin School Palace, the master said that the world is divided and merged, and there is always a general trend. Maybe someone will be able to rule the world, maybe they will continue to be disturbed like this, and no matter what it is, the people want to be stable.

Yang Weiyang later met the eldest master, because the master was an immortal in the world, so Xu Changsheng only dared to call himself second.

No matter how tall the Master is, it is naturally impossible to be as tall as a three-story building. But what he saw was higher than the sky.

Yang Weiyang solemnly bowed three times to the countless ash jars. did not kneel, because he was the son of Xishu.

The first worship, worship the glory of their death. The second worship is to worship the place where they died, and the third worship is to worship them without having to be troubled by the world.

Yang Weiyang walked out of Bailing, but he didn't see Yang Xiu, and wanted him to go back.

Yang Weiyang shouted: "Fengling!"

Countless sorrowful voices sounded again, and the paper money in the sky seemed to tell them to live a good life on the other side.

There is only so much that the living can do for them, and in the future, who knows if this place will become a wasteland or if the incense will be endless.

Yang Weiyang beckoned: "Engrave the name!"

Dozens of craftsmen stood on the steps of the White Emperor Monument and began to engrave the names of the more than 30,000 foot soldiers who died.

The time lasted for a long time, and in the future, the families of these dead soldiers could come here to worship them every year before Qingming and New Year.

Every name was engraved, Yang Weiyang's heart trembled, and I hope they can be reincarnated in an era without war.