The flags were rolling, the horses' hooves were fierce, and the magnificent cavalry regiment was dormant under the scorching sun, moving forward silently.

The sound of breathing behind the helmets of the cavalry, the whimpering spray of the horses, the breath of thirst permeated the silent army.

The leading young general noticed this thirst and ordered Sen to order the army to be stationed sternly.

The strong ultraviolet sunlight of the Northwest Plateau put the brass tiger helmet on his head, the coiled dragon chain mail, and the single-hook gun in his hand, and sat down on the white cloud dragon horse, and the general Huo Quzhi decorated the reputation of the young stream, and was heroic.

All the subordinates, the stars and the moon, hugged Huo Quai, and dismounted.

On the top of the hill, looking down on the rocky path of the cold mountain in the distance, the road ahead leads to victory, but the thirst of the moment needs to be quenched.

Huo Quzhi held the horsewhip in his hand and slapped it on his armor.

Suddenly he stopped his hand, held the horsewhip in his hand, and struck five times in a row, and the whip sounded and became five springs.

They are five clear springs of nectar, moon, touch, hui and meng.

The stream trickles, cool and thorough.

The officers and men of the whole army were jubilant and excited, and they were carrying joy.

Around the spring water, I drank it with my mouth in my hand.

After entering the water, the neck scarf draws water, and the water droplet curtain gathered by the war horse shakes its head, outlining the brilliant lines of light and shadow.

Rainbows crossed out in the middle of the military formation.

Huo Quzhi stood up and got on his horse, and the whole army would follow closely.

In the smoke and dust, the sword light and sword shadow dimmed, and the drums and horns rang far away.

At the foot of Wuquan Mountain, the villages are horizontal, and in the center of the inner city are well-dressed local tyrants and gentlemen. A humble look greeted the arrival of the king.

Invite all the soldiers into the city to rest for a while.

He had already prepared a little wine for General Huo with great devotion and took time out of his busy schedule to go to the banquet.

Huo Quzhi happily agreed.

The majestic pro-soldiers followed Huo Qu's illness to the banquet.

The slaughter is high, and the British capital that stands on the wall makes all the guests at the table silent.

Huo Quai, who was sitting in the middle, was not angry and arrogant, and it was difficult to make a mistake.

Huang Zhong Da Lu's Xi music played, and the dancers in fluttering clothes entered.

The Han style is still martial, and the dancing posture of these dancers is led by hundreds of beasts, encouraging and joyful.

The body movements are violent, and the strength and toughness under the cover of women's weak posture are vividly interpreted.

During the banquet, all the guests applauded.

Huo Quzhi was in high spirits, and Rao was still sitting upright. The gods are cool.

The tone was changed to a tone that leads to a high feather.

In the independent hall of a dancer, two swords in both hands, drawing a cold and sharp knife flower.

The swords are gorgeous, but a solo dance is not lacking in complementing each other.

Dancing against swords!

Dancers are looking for pairs of dancers.

Huo Quai's relatives were all soldiers. All of them are eager to try.

Huo Quzhi smiled appreciatively.

Look at the dancer, he is extremely beautiful, with bright eyebrows and teeth.

The distant mountains are like hibiscus.

Such a peerless beauty, can that pro-soldier strengthen our army's heavenly might?

Huo Quzhi looked at Luo Xiaoyi, the second lieutenant of the hussars, who stood out from the crowd.

The latter's indifferent gaze was asking himself.

Huo Quzhi nodded.

Luo Xiaoyi walked up to the dancer and took the sword in her hand.

Elegant and high-level dancing knife prancing horse.

Green riverside grass. Thinking about the distance.

The distance is incredible, and I dreamed of it in the past.

Cheng Bei looked at the hussar lieutenant in front of him, the beam was shining and the weather-beaten armor was spotless.

The tall and sturdy figure hides the restrained scholarly temperament, and the slender and slender fingers are white and elegant.

The eyes were nail-like on the ensign's face.

I dreamed that I was near me, and suddenly I felt in another country.

They are in different counties and don't see each other.

A high nose bridge, a firm chin, and a face full of poetry and books.

The dry mulberry knows the wind, and the sea knows the cold.

Getting started is flattering. Who is willing to say it.

Under the sword eyebrows, a pair of sharp eyes that are eye-catching, under a closer look, there is a deep and slow melancholy.

Guests come from afar, leaving me with a double carp.

Hu'er cooks carp, and there is a ruler book.

When you look at yourself, you seem to be able to see through all your cause and effect.

Kneel down to read plain books, what is the book like?

The upper words add meals, and the lower words look like memories.

For the first time in seventeen years, Cheng Bei felt. There will be an existence in life that is more worthy of having than one's own life.

There was a time when I didn't dare to confront you

It's like a glass of wine that makes me intoxicated

Smile every time for your reserved smile

There is always something left that I can't say

At that time, I was afraid to confront you

I am ashamed that I am not worthy of your beauty

I want to keep up with you every time

But chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing,

Unwilling, unwilling, unwilling!

Cheng Bei was accompanied by the feeling that she couldn't escape.

It's a long way to live.

Fantasizing about the ruthless river can't take away your sorrows

Before drinking that bowl of turbid soup. The lover bowed his head

Hand in hand can no longer be reached

Become a wound before reincarnation

Walking on that one-way street, his eyes are no longer gentle

Tears or not

Straight ahead

I don't know what's behind me

Tears have drifted away

It is also true, it is also illusory, and it is also worried

A young monk appeared in front of him.

What's obsessed?

Can't let go of your loved ones!

Encounters are all fate, and fate is not forced.

The whole world can be laid down, and so can one's own life.

He alone couldn't let go.

The monk said.

That's right. Would you rather have no one in the world?

I do!

Then wait!

See you soon!

Cheng Bei is very light.

The sunlight behind him shone on him, leaving only an umbrella-shaped shadow on the road in front of him.

Cheng Bei smiled with relief.

Turning into a towering tree, sheltering from the wind and rain, frost and autumn heat.

At the end of the eye, there was only the mossy stone path.

The stars are moving, and the vicissitudes of life have passed.

That man!

It never appeared!

The mountains and rivers can't carry too much sorrow

The years can't afford to wait too long

Spring flowers love to swing in the wind

The yellow sand wants to bury the foolishness and resentment

I am smart and willing to be confused

Who to complain to about what happened to one

Love so much that you can't love until you get together and you have to disperse

It's a dream after prosperity

The sea never dries and the sky can't see through

Hongchen smiled and wandered with you

Cheng Bei looked at his father, Yelu Dashi was neatly equipped, and he looked at the world.

I felt the outcome of this battle.

He stepped forward and straightened his father's armor.

Jerodashi smiled lovingly at himself.

Jerodashi told Cheng Bei that he had captured Samarkand and would give you this city.

Cheng Bei said that she didn't want Samarkand, as long as her father returned safely.

Yelu Dashi said that the children of the Yelu family should have the world in mind.

What is the use of the world to me? Cheng Bei couldn't understand.

But as long as the father is happy, he will send a blessed smile.

Jerodashi walked out of the tent.

Cheng Bei followed closely.

The wind of the steppe, blowing gently. Through the hair and through the ears.

The army was gathered on all sides, and the warriors were shoulder to shoulder. The soldiers are bright and bright, and the military equipment is complete.

The murderous army has been assembled.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yelu Dashi was on the horse.

Command the whole army. Sortie!

The furious waves of the storm swept in front of the Samarkand army.

The rain and wind are intertwined.

The heavens and the earth change color, and the sun and the moon have no light.

Soon, the battle sequence of the two sides broke down.

Friend and foe are glued together.

A fully cavalry force of more than 1,000 men penetrated the rear flank defense line of the Yelu Dashi Army according to the formation of flanking and outflanking.

Rushing towards the tent.

Like a wolf and a tiger, murderous.

Under the cover of smoke and dust rolled up by the war horses, the arrows were like locusts. Flames rise.

pierced the big tent. Billowing smoke ignited.

Cheng Bei rushed to the road under the escort.

The cavalry was faster and quickly surrounded the crowd. Slaughtered.

Only Cheng Bei, whose whole body was splashed with blood, was left.

The princess of Jerodashi is a great trophy.

The Samarkand soldier looked down condescendingly on his horse.

The gaze was full of fire, restlessness, and ferocity.

Cheng Bei was very scared, and her hands were nervously clasped together.

The eyes of the Wing wanted to see through the fog and see the final outcome of the battle.

The formation of the Samar army began to loosen.

Through the gap in the rotating horse's head, Cheng Bei saw the outermost part.

One man, one ride, one long knife.

Fight for it. Fearless.

People, the whole body is bright silver and bright armor!

Ride, jujube red rabbit horse!

Long knives, Damascus cold iron long knives!

It is the three armies of the brave champion, the first warrior under his father's account.

That man!

He's coming!

Cheng Bei smiled reassuringly.

The man fought on horseback.

Calm and detached.

The knife kills, clean and neat.

As fast and efficient as Haidongqing.

It shines like a night pearl in the East China Sea.

Blood was splattered all over the bright silver armor.

The silent and delicate face was mixed with sweat and blood.

Cheng Bei really wanted to go to him immediately and wipe off the dirt for him.

The Samarkand soldiers in front of them are meaningless existences.

So they took bows and shot arrows.

A large rain of arrows fell on the man.

Needles can't get in, water can't get in.

The man's gaze was firm.

In the whole world, nothing can stop him from coming to Cheng Bei's side.

Cheng Bei saw a noble white horse.

The fairy wind is proud to protect itself.

She left tears of emotion.

Cheng Bei studied Arabic arithmetic.

Know the difference between one and a thousand.

Even if the hand rises and falls, the knife kills.

Ten people is a matter of five minutes.

Twenty is ten minutes.

Even though the corpses are stacked at their feet. Shocking.

But a hundred people died.

The distance between him and Cheng Bei.

Doomed to be unreachable in this life.

Cheng Bei is still crying.

Not for that hopeless end.

Just for.

There is a person who is willing to cut his whole body and not to pull the emperor off the horse.

But.

For me!

It's okay, it's okay whatever.

I remember everything you did.

Cheng Bei looked at the man. Blocked by the black shadows, submerged under the horse's hooves.

Laugh with determination.

Hold the sword in your sleeve!

The wind of the prairie blew gently, through the hair, through the ears.

With the sound of the wind, it is melodious and pleasant in the wind.

Victory of Jerodashi!

Victory of Jerodashi!

At the same time, there was a tremor in the ground.

The Samarkand cavalry looked at the army of Jerodashi rushing in the distance and was terrified.

Instantaneous.

Cheng Bei walked forward uneasily.

The man hung his head in the midst of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Cheng Bei had nothing to fear in her heart.

This man!

In my heart!

Forever!

Crushed reeds. He doesn't break. He will not extinguish the lamp that will be destroyed.

Wait for Cheng Bei to come to him.

The expectant face lifted.

Cheng Bei hugged him tightly.

Now I'm going to confront you again

You say the road is long and the walk is too tiring

I really want to stop and rest

You are glad to see me, you say

I know you've had that too

The same dream as me

You also know me until now

Still waiting stupidly

Is there a relative chance again?

I'll be able to do it all over again

Is this a dream that will come true?

We're willing to do this for the rest of our lives

Mine is not yours

My past and present lives

The young monk came to the tree.

Ask.

Are you still waiting?

Cheng Bei didn't hesitate.

Have to wait a little longer!

The water is rippling, and the light boat is moving.

Under the Cuibo embankment. The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

The low-hanging willow tree is wordless and docile in front of Cheng Bei.

It seems to know how tired she is of waiting for time.

Cheng Bei was not agitated.

Just go with the flow of the waves.

Empty your mind and relax your body.

In this turbulent time.

Cheng Bei stared at the reins of the ship that bound her in front of her.

Let the rain blow and the wind blow. Still standing.

Dampness and decay slowly invade its exterior.

Let the whole rope of the ship crumble like a wrinkling in the wind.

Cheng Bei didn't worry about where the ship's reins would break and where she would drift.

Hearing that Sungai Spring is still good, he also plans to go on a light boat.

Maybe if you wander, you will encounter a lot of wonderful things.

You'll meet many, many people.

I should have a new beginning in my life.

The person who can't wait may be destined to really not be able to wait.

I put my past and present lives on my own.

What is it that keeps me going?

The reins of the ship will not be let go.

The reins of the ship are persuading Cheng Bei to wait.

Cheng Bei in countless days.

You can always hear the reins singing a lyric.

Waiting for a lifetime comes at a price!

Price. Isn't the price I paid enough?

Forgotten love is not as clear as crystal

I can't find a lover's hatred

It's just a wandering mind without an owner

Everything is cold and there is no turning back

Couldn't find any reason to be warm

After reincarnation, there is no more your hand

Lead me forward

The road ahead is only my own struggle!

My tears can be seen without you

You're gone

Even with tears streaming down, there was no turning back

Like love, like love, like sorrow

In 1944, Lanzhou City, a quiet city, operated regularly at its own pace every day.

Frost and rain are all over the sky, and the cold wind is bleak.

A convoy of Stippunk sedans swayed with the joy of the bitter wind and rain.

The convoy drove through the mottled streets, kicking up dust and smoke on the potholed ground.

Onlookers and others all dodged.

The convoy came all the way to several old courtyards of the licorice shop on Baiyin Road.

Enter through the door.

The plaque on the pillar passing through the doorway reads:

National Northwest Library.

The motorcade stopped at the entrance to the library.

The curator and the others have been waiting for a long time.

The doors open. The distinguished guests who sat inside got off the bus one by one and were let into the library by everyone who hugged them.

Politeness, endless politeness.

The librarian thanked these local officials for sponsoring the construction of the No. 1 library in the Northwest.

Flower sedan chair people carry people against the background of light and shadow vanity.

Cheng Bei shuttles through the library.

A large number of books on the tall shelves, the road to the mountain of books is long.

The unique simplicity and heaviness of wire-bound books are quiet and quiet in the solemn atmosphere of the library at this moment.

Between the bookshelves lined with mountains, a young man in a long shirt shuttles between them.

Cheng Bei noticed the teenager.

Walked over.

Seeing that the boy is sorting out a series of historical materials in the volumes.

History of Chinese Architecture

"Jinfen Ancient Buildings Pre-Survey Chronicle"

History of Chinese Fiction

Cheng Bei asked, is the new history examination all this library?

The teenager answered completely.

The writings of contemporary celebrities are all in one go.

Cheng Bei said it was good.

Our nation has suffered many disasters and hardships in modern times.

Only traditional culture stands still.

In such troubled times.

It can also be preserved and carried forward.

It's a blessing.

The boy nodded in agreement.

But Cheng Bei can feel it.

He was absent-minded.

This is a sign of something else in mind.

didn't wait for Cheng Bei to ask.

A few subordinates came to urge, saying that today should be over.

Cheng Bei wrote down the boy's name.

Leave first.

For several days in a row.

Cheng Bei's mind.

The image of the young man in a long shirt behind the bookshelf cannot be erased.

It's rare to have a sunny day, out of the deep house compound.

Coming to the Library.

The boy is still there.

He was flipping through a series of books in foreign languages.

Cheng Bei could see that he was fascinated.

Curious.

Go up and check it out.

How Steel is Made

Wrong!

Principles of Iron and Steel Smelting

What do you want to do with this book?

Oil is blood, steel is bones.

The body of a nation.

After all, it depends on industrialization to be healthy.

Industrialization...... It's very contrary to people and nature.

What about people, you say? Is man a natural vector of disease?

People are good, people can write poetry. It will depict the April day in the world, and the essence of civilization will be interpreted in poetry and songs. Endure forever.

Perhaps we are too attached to these textual essences.

In a world where variables are so uncertain.

The same is the civilization of the earth.

Advanced civilizations have jumped away from these long and flowery texts.

Use mathematical arguments to grasp the laws of the world.

Under the lofty height of the Polytechnic Building, the road of the strong is opened.

What about us?

Everything stays in the ostrich mentality of the natural straight from the boat to the bridge.

The present tradition renovation is prosperous. It is the last return to the light of the Chinese national text culture.

Backwardness and beatings stung the most closed heart of this nation.

Soon, everything will be ruthlessly crushed by the rolling science and engineering disciplines.

Do you know what kind of talent protection plan has been introduced in Japan, which is now about to lose the war?

How could I possibly know?

The 250,000 young adults who have graduated from science and engineering majors and are involved in mathematical and physical research will never be filled on the battlefield.

Who are kamikaze pilots?

Liberal Arts students.

History, philosophy. News.

These are all accompanied by crazy brainwashing. Transform into the brilliant cherry blossoms of the Pacific Ocean.

Liberal arts are just the icing on the cake of civilization.

Science is the send-off of human beings.

The teenager was impassioned.

Although I don't agree with his whole opinion.

But Cheng Bei felt that this teenager was different.

Maybe he really carved a glimmer of light in a tightly knit world.

The mountains and rivers can't carry too much sorrow

The years can't afford to wait too long

Spring flowers love to swing in the wind

The yellow sand wants to bury the foolishness and resentment

I am smart and willing to be confused

Who to complain to about what happened to one

Love so much that you can't love until you get together and you have to disperse

It's a dream after prosperity

The sea never dries and the sky can't see through

Hongchen smiled and wandered with you

I am smart and willing to be confused

Who to complain to about what happened to one

Love so much that you can't love until you get together and you have to disperse

It's a dream after prosperity

The sea never dries and the sky can't see through

Hongchen smiled and wandered with you

Love so much that you can't love until you get together and you have to disperse

It's a dream after prosperity

The sea never dries and the sky can't see through

Hongchen smiled and wandered with you

The young monk came to Cheng Bei's face.

Do you have to wait any longer?

Why not wait?

I've been willing to do this for a lifetime!

Let's let go of the obsession.

Such a big pain, very unbearable.

If it hurts, it will naturally let go!

You're in pain, but you're in a lot of pain.

Why bother!

I know what I'm doing!

For several lifetimes, I've wondered if it's worth it.

The result of the consideration still has to wait.

Is this considered indecisive enough?

The young monk smiled deeply.

Silly!

It's all idiots!

Stride away.

Cheng Bei doesn't care how many reincarnations her life goes through.

Can't wait for someone to love.

No matter how many times the life restarts, it can't turn on.

The man came.

At the end of the road.

That hussar ensign.

The sword is not happy to dance.

That champion warrior.

Protection forged with blood.

Awe-inspiring and strong.

The boy in the long shirt.

Thoughtful.

Such as chiseling the wall to borrow light.

All of this.

It's all my love!

I am waiting for you for three lives.

Do you know?

Luo Xiaoyi had already arrived in front of Cheng Bei.

Cheng Bei shouted loudly.

But there is no sound transmission.

Luo Xiaoyi was more anxious than her.

Seems to be looking for something.

Maybe it's another person.

The two of them are close to the end of the world.

Although we live in the same world, it is like an invisible glass wall in between, where I can feel your body temperature just as you can feel my body temperature.

Cheng Bei suddenly remembered.

The stone road that accompanied him when he was a big tree, could it be him?

Under the shadow of light and shadow. He looked down my cheek every day.

Could the reins that accompanied him when he was a boat be him?

Brave the wind and rain, firmly anchor yourself to the shore.

So you're here too!

Cheng Bei's tears fell.

watched Luo Xiaoyi leave disappointed.

I guess you've been waiting for me for three lives.

So I am content.

Even if I can't catch you.

It's time for me to let go.

The young monk appeared.

Cheng Bei said she wanted to let go.

The young monk nodded.

Both you decide to let go.

He doesn't have to wait for you anymore.

Goodbye, dearest!

You're a door I closed tightly!

Cheng Bei reluctantly opened her eyes.

I saw Luo Xiaoyi squeezing his heart with both hands.

You can feel the strength and love coming from his hands.

Cheng Bei looked at Luo Xiaoyi with emotion.

The latter raised his hand in surrender.

Prove that you are really just salvaging.

No artificial respiration will be given unless absolutely necessary.

Cheng Bei smiled happily.

It's okay, it's okay whatever.

Luo Xiaoyi.

In this life, I will definitely hold on to you! (To be continued.) )