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It was a light autumn day. Seeing that Murong Yao's reincarnation was already old, and he finally passed away with a smile surrounded by his children and grandchildren, and then threw himself into reincarnation without any nostalgia, Xie Zhao bit his lip tightly. The blood-colored eyes flashed with unwillingness, reluctance, and infatuation. When I closed my eyes and opened them again, my eyes had become a piece of determination.

"Old Taoist, I will abide by the bet with you. As long as he is an ordinary person in the world, I will always silently protect him and protect him for a lifetime. Xie Zhao could see on her face what kind of despair she had in her heart when she said this.

Jingyun stroked his beard and said to Xie Zhao seriously. "Xie Zhao, you are a person with wisdom roots, whether it is cultivating the Tao or cultivating demons, don't be obsessed. Obsession will only harm others and oneself in the end,"

"It's none of your business, old Taoist." Xie Zhao glanced at Jing Yun with blood-colored eyes, then left with a knife.

"Idiot, idiot." Jingyun sighed as he looked at the back of Xie Zhao as he left with the knife.

Jing Tan is like this, Liuyue is like this, and Xie Zhao is also like this. Why so many people can't see through a love word in this world. Willing to draw the ground as a prison, obviously, knowing that that kind of love will only burn himself, will be painful, but obsessed. Willing. It's like drinking a donkey to quench your thirst.

From this day on, in addition to challenging Jing Tan from time to time, Xie Zhao went to the world to silently look at a person, watching him from birth to death. watched him go from ignorant to high-spirited, and then to goosebumps and cranes. That person was Murong Yao, but he wasn't Murong Yao either. That similar face made it not difficult for Xie Zhao to imagine what would happen if she and Murong Yao survived the war? She will marry Murong, and then be like her parents or grandparents, until she and Murong become old men with straight faces and smiling old women. But it's all just imagination.

All she can do now is to protect this person's eternal life. This is her vow. But Murong Yao's oath would often ring in her ears. Jin Ge Iron Horse, life and death together.

But now she's the only one left.

The man who said this had already drunk the Lethe water, completely forgetting what he had said and the promise he had made.

Time runs forward little by little.

The battle between Xie Zhao and Jing Tan has been going on for longer and longer. From the beginning of the slightest lack of power to parry, to now, she has been able to fight with Jing Tan for several days. Looking at the cut on Jing Tan's sleeve that she had cut with a blade, Xie Zhao smiled smugly.

"How?"

Looking down at the slit on his sleeve, Jing Tan tugged at the corners of his mouth as if he was about to smile, but the smile was not very successful, and it looked like a facial twitch. Giving up on a smile, Jing Tan stood with his hands in his hands and looked at the gloomy sky of the Demon Domain.

"Yes, it's only been a few decades, and you're strong enough as a newly-born demon, but don't be too complacent, there are still many people who are stronger than you."

"I'm going to get stronger, stronger." Xie Zhao pulled out Lin Feng from the ground and put it on his shoulder, hooked the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of war. In the next few years, she continued to get stronger, until Jing Yun and Jing Tan, the fateful senior brothers, finally dispersed, and Murong Yao's reincarnation was taken to the Ethereal Mountain. And she saw a soul in the Demon Realm. A soul with an obsession that cannot be reincarnated before and after death, that girl's gaze is like a beast, but it is also like her in the past. So she sent out an invitation.

"Do you want to come with me?"

I woke up from a dream.

Xie Zhao slowly opened his eyes and sat up. Looking at the head of the bed, the hibiscus flower placed at the head of the bed had withered. Outside the window is the harsh sunlight. You can feel it through the curtains. I got up from the bed, walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked at the desolate building outside, as if in a dream.

She really had a long, long dream.

A dream about the past.

The hand unconsciously rubbed the red rope around her neck, and the rope used to be hung with the Sansheng stone that Murong Yao gave her, but after the battle in Mobei, the stone disappeared. And the Luan mirror she gave to Murong Yao was also burned by the demon flame in her hand at that time.

Only Lin Feng remained, and there was evidence that Murong Yao had existed in her life.

Let's go to Yancheng again, and such an idea suddenly came to my mind. Even after a hundred years, there is still no grass growing there, and it is a ruined wall. She fought the battle of the city from the age of four to the age of twelve, and from the age of fifteen to the age of eighteen. There are so many memories of her there. Then go to the land of Jiangnan, Sangyu Town, that town that will always be so comfortable in memory. She hadn't been back since she left at the age of four, and if it weren't for this dream, she probably wouldn't have remembered Sangyu Town and her parents' faces.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhao smiled on his face, the smile was shallow, and his amber eyes looked into the distance, and there was a piece of nostalgia in his eyes.

The weather is just right today, so it's time to go. Thinking of this, Xie Zhao picked up the Linfeng knife and pushed the door out. With the yellow sand rolling in the heat wave and the scorching sun, she walked towards Yancheng. It used to be the northernmost gate of Yasukuni.

A few days later, a man dressed in red appeared in Yancheng, after the fire of the past and the baptism of wind and frost for a hundred years, the city has lost its former glory, the once strong city gate and city wall were destroyed in the war, and the houses in the city were burned because of the fire and only the frame remained. Entering through the city gate and looking around, she had walked on this bluestone road countless times, and there had been a bustling shouting on this street, and there had been countless of her brothers.

Keep moving forward, one step at a time. Until I walked to the mansion engraved with the interpretation of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing. It's one of the best preserved places in town. The front hall, the study, the flower hall, the bedroom, and finally the martial arts arena.

The empty martial arts arena was still the same as before. Picking up a rusty iron sword from the ground, Xie Zhao couldn't help but think for a moment and began to swing it according to the sword moves of memory. For a while, on the martial arts field, the figure of the girl wielding a sword appeared again.

She was dressed in red, and the sword in her hand was like a swimming dragon. With a fierce and murderous aura. Even if her appearance is eighteen years old, she has lost her former immaturity in her eyes. Before the end of a set of sword moves, the rusty sword she held in her hand could not withstand her demonic qi and broke off. Looking at the broken pieces of iron on the ground, Xie Zhao seemed to be stunned.

After stopping for a long time, Xie Zhao turned to leave. Let's go to Sangyu Town next, and go back the way Murong brought her back then. In this way, she went all the way from Mobei to Sangyu Town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The moment she walked into Sangyu Town, Xie Zhao thought she was back in her dream. The architecture of this town is exactly the same as it was a hundred years ago. Walking along the town's bluestone streets, the shops around the street seemed to have changed a little, and suddenly she heard a storyteller in the teahouse talking about the past.

"Let's tell the story of the former female general Xie Zhao today, she was not called Xie Zhao......"

"Her name is Sang Yu, she was born in this Sang Yu Town, Grandpa Sang, this has been said many times. Change one, change one. The child interrupted the storyteller and spoke coquettishly to the old storyteller. I saw that the child looked no more than four or five years old, with pigtails on his head and a small coat of flowers.

Xie Zhao smiled and walked into the teahouse where the plaque said Sangyu Tea Shop. At this time, just after noon, there were only eight or nine people in the teahouse.

The man sitting on the seat was not annoyed when he saw the little boy talking about the storyteller, but laughed.

"Uncle Sang, it looks like you're going to have to tell a different story today."

The storyteller pondered for a moment, then spoke. "How about telling the story of a former female general who fought on the battlefield."

"No, I've heard of this too."

"Then, what about the story of the last lord of the former dynasty when he was a teenager."

"I've heard of this too."

"That ......"

The storyteller said the names of a dozen stories in a row, but the children vetoed them. Seeing the child's wide eyes, the storyteller Grandpa Sang sighed. That's all he has to say.

"Why don't you do this, I'll tell the little doll a story, and it will be worth the money for this cup of tea in front of me." The woman's voice came into the ears of Grandpa Sang, who told the story, like a heavenly sound, not to mention a cup of tea, three cups are no problem. When I raised my head and looked at the source of the voice, I saw that it was a girl in red who had just walked into the tea shop, looking like a Jianghu person.

"Sister in red, what story are you going to tell?" Hearing a story, the little doll took a short step and ran to Xie Zhao. He looked up at Xie Zhao. In the eyes is a thirst for stories. Picking up the little doll on the ground and putting it on the bench, Xie Zhao asked the little doll rhetorically.

"What kind of story would you like to hear?"

"Xie Zhao's story." The little doll replied without thinking. After listening to the little doll's answer, Xie Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled shallowly.

"Why Xie Zhao?"

"Hmm. Because I also want to be a powerful general like Xie Zhao. ”

"Yes, then sister will tell you a story about Xie Zhao and her childhood sweetheart."

"Lovers?"

"Yes, it's lovers."

"Okay."

"The story begins on a scorching afternoon, a young man dressed in black armor came to Sangyu Town with this mission, he wanted to pick up his old master's daughter and the family of three to go back to reunite, but only received the master's daughter's daughter, which was later Xie Zhao. And this young man who came to pick up Xie Zhao was the lover who later became Xie Zhao's childhood sweetheart......"

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In this way, the city of Yancheng was broken, and Xie Zhao and her lover, a man named Murong, died on the battlefield together. Fulfilled the oath they had always said about the life and death of the Jin Ge Iron Horse. Alright, that's the end of my story. Xie Zhao said and picked up the tea in front of him and moistened his throat.

"Hmm, that brother named Murong, is there really such a person?"

"Well, yes, and he's super powerful, he's the most important person in Xie Zhao."