The snow in Yanmen Mountain is even worse.

Zhang Liao walked up the mountain, and the snow could cover half of his calf.

Yanmen Mountain with snow is not easy to walk, especially the mountain roads that are more inclined are more slippery.

Therefore, the invasion of the Xianbei people is always chosen in the autumn before the winter, and when it comes to the winter, this Yanmen Mountain is almost unbreakable.

In summer, the grassland is rich in resources and the climate is just right, so there is no need to come to Koubian to plunder.

Yanmen is closed, and now it is a song of people and horses, more than 500 people are stationed on the Yanmen Pass, Zhang Liao knows, this is the team south of Yanmen, and most of the troops in the north of Yanmen are gone.

Zhang Tong's tomb was built on the mountainside after the Yanmen Pass.

Back to the mountains, facing north.

It is easy to see the situation outside the Yanmen Pass (qíng).

Zhang Liao carried those things on his back and climbed Yanmen Mountain step by step.

When he reached the halfway point of the mountain where he had built the grave for his uncle.

He froze.

Because what caught his eye was not the small mound he had built.

It's a new tomb that looks delicate and thoughtful.

And in front of the tomb is a small temple.

It seems to be an ancestral hall dedicated to ancestors or gods.

The ancestral hall is not big, only a clay sculpture, and an incense case.

The clay statue is based on the image of Zhang Tongping (rì).

A person climbed a big knife, standing on the gate of the wild goose, his eyes were firm, (shēn) shape (tǐng) pulled, those eyes seemed to be firmly towards the gate of the wild goose, blazing.

this

Zhang Liao found that his tears were becoming less and less valuable.

A manly man's.

How do you always shed tears so easily lately.

Tears are such a thing as it says it will fall, and it doesn't give itself face at all.

Zhang Liao knelt in front of the ancestral hall, looking at this small temple that he didn't know who built it, and the questions that he had been a little confused in his heart had more or less answered.

Unwrapping himself (shēn), Zhang Liao placed the edict of reward on the incense case, and placed the reward on the incense table in the same way.

"Uncle, you are the Hou Ye."

Respectfully kowtowing to the clay statue a few times, Zhang Liao leaned on a corner of the ancestral hall with his legs slumped as usual.

His back was against the wall of the ancestral hall, side by side with the statue of Zhang Tong, as if he was leaning against the wall of Yanmen Pass.

At that time, Zhang Tong was always on duty on the city wall, laughing and scolding Zhang Liao and drinking.

Now there is no man who stands up to the sky, can kill the enemy on the outside, and can cure his nephew on the inside.

"Nicknamed Mighty."

"Uncle, I'm afraid you don't understand, Wei is the power of barbarians, and Lie is the light of the industry."

"You're really amazing, you can still stare at Yanmen Pass even after you're in the ground."

"But you're also a real thing."

Zhang Liao raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears he had unconsciously shed.

"You said that you can usually guard tens of thousands of foreign enemies and guard him for a decade or two, why did you miss out on being killed by those guys in your later years."

Leaning against the cold wall, Zhang Liao followed the direction of Zhang Tong's statue and looked at the snow and starry sky outside the temple.

The snow is as bright as the stars.

I can't tell if it's a snowflake or a fallen star.

"Look at me, look at you. I can now command thousands of light horsemen and be a flying general. ”

"You haven't seen that (rì), the gods descend to earth, and there is no enemy in the world!"

Zhang Liao muttered a lot in detail, but his voice became quieter until he was silent.

It was a long time before he spoke again.

"In the past, when I bragged, you would reprimand me."

"Now you don't say a word, and you're not afraid that I'll swell."

Shrinking (shēn), Zhang Liao felt a little tired and sleepy, so he covered himself with a large pouch (shēn), padded it under (shēn) with a bag containing things, and leaned against the wall to sleep.

Today (rì) didn't bring any wine.

Otherwise, he would have to get drunk with his uncle.

Somehow, maybe tired.

Zhang Liao felt that he was getting more and more sleepy and less energetic, and slowly closed his eyes.

Although this is a barren mountain and a wilderness, with his uncle by his side, he is not worried at all.

Instead, I slept soundly.

He hadn't slept so peacefully since he knew his uncle had been killed.

Even if it's on a warm and cozy big (chuáng).

Tonight he had a dream, and the dream (tǐng) was long and familiar.

It was when he began to remember, and he often came to Yanmen Pass to play with his uncle.

In the dream, he relived the time he spent with his uncle, and also returned to the eve of the Xianbei invasion.

Zhang Liao borrowed troops from Liu Bei, and then borrowed troops from all over Yanmen County, and finally succeeded in leaving Yanmen Pass before Xianbei entered the pass, charged against the Xianbei army, fought in the grassland, and finally expelled the Xianbei people, and his uncle did not die.

"Huh."

Zhang Liao slowly opened his eyes, the dream (tǐng) was real, that is, he knew that his uncle was gone, and naturally knew that it was not real.

When I woke up from a dream, the snow outside had accumulated (tǐng) thick.

Half of the sky shone into the ancestral hall along the snow.

Zhang Liao's face was also dyed white.

Feeling a little thirsty in his mouth, he casually touched the side of the (shēn) and grabbed a flask.

The sweet, clear drink trickled down his throat and into his stomach, sobering him up a bit.

Liqueur?

Wine?

Zhang Liao wiped his face, but found that under the daylight, his uncle appeared next to him (shēn) at some point.

So this is still a dream?

"To drink, drink sweet wine, drink less spirits, drink too much and hurt your stomach."

Zhang Tong smiled, stroked his beard, and patted his nephew on the shoulder.

"Okay."

Zhang Liao looked at his uncle seriously.

I haven't seen this (rì) sub, and I miss it very much.

"Also, start a family as soon as possible, don't cut off the bloodline of my Zhang family."

Zhang Tong said jokingly, and he took out a bracelet wrapped in silk from his arms.

"This is what you left to me by you 二 (nǎi) (nǎi), so that when I marry a wife, I will give it to the girl who should give it."

Zhang Tong's eyes seemed to be reminiscing about the past, full of embarrassment.

"But you also know that your uncle and I have lost to the only girl in our lives."

Zhang Tong raised his hand and pointed to the Yanmen Pass in front of him.

"This bracelet can't be given."

"I'll leave it to you, this bracelet has the effect of calming the mind and lightening the spirit, if you have anything to deal with government affairs or something, you can wear it yourself."

"If you meet the right person, send it out."

"Bastard."

Zhang Tongci's eyebrows are kind, and he doesn't look like the fierce general who stands on the top of Yanmen Pass and never falls.

"Dream into the magic machine, grasp the opportunity."

"In the future, you have to walk well, don't be like me, tied to one place for the rest of your life."

Zhang Tong took off his battle helmet and smiled self-deprecatingly, his long hair scattered in the air.

Zhang Liao found out that his uncle, who was once strong and mighty, didn't know when, there was white hair under the battle helmet.

"Don't be willing to be tied up, your uncle and me, eat this lesson and eat miserable."

"I'm leaving."

Zhang Tong left the last sentence, clipped his battle helmet under his armpit, strode through the snow, and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Liao reached out and tried to grab his shoulder.

But he could only catch a piece of nothing.

"Don't think about me, think about how to marry a good daughter-in-law."

Zhang Tong smiled.

The snow is white.

The hair is white.

The sky was white.

The clouds are also white.

Zhang Liao watched stupidly.

Watching his uncle step by step from the snow to the sky, stepping on the clouds, to the top of Yanmen Pass.

From the sky there are clouds falling, and from the earth there is fog.

The sky is more and more empty, and the darkness stands above the Yanmen Pass.

In a moment, the wind and snow are fierce (dàng), the clouds open and the fog disperses, and the sky and earth are combined into one place.

Zhang Tong stood between heaven and earth.

White hair fluttering, left hand helmet, right hand climbing knife, face north, back to the man.

He tilted his head slightly, not looking.

When the nephew grows up, it's time to let go.

Staring at the snow field in Saibei, Zhang Tong once again, and for the last time, shook the ground with a long knife, and reprimanded the sky.

In this move, his (shēn) form no longer condenses, but slowly, slowly collapses, decomposes, and turns into ten thousand points of starlight.

The stars are like dust, and the snow is like water.

The dust and water blended together and fell into this Yanmen Gate.

The long-withered core seemed to have been replenished at this time, and Zhang Liao could feel that the wall barrier of Yanmen Pass was becoming more and more solid, and he could detect any change as he grew here.

What's more, this makes Yanmen Pass a new look?

以 (shēn) 入入?

Zhang Liao saw that on the roof of the Chengguan building in Yanmen Pass, on top of that layer of snow, the shape of a Dao spirit (shēn) was gradually condensed.

Although it was not quite complete, he could recognize it at a glance, it was his uncle.

But he didn't feel a living soul in this spirit, he didn't feel a familiar feeling.

This spirit body, after it was formed, never moved again, just standing quietly on the top of the Yanmen Pass, like a treasure umbrella, covering and sheltering the small Yanmen Pass.

The long knife faces north, and the silver helmet faces south.

Zhang Liao felt that this dream should not be a dream.

Because it's too real.

But in his heart he wanted it to be a dream.

Because it is a portrayal of Zhang Tong's life.

Let's wake up from this dream yourself.

Zhang Liao closed his eyes and stood in the wind and snow.

When I opened my eyes again, everything in the world was calm again, Zhang Tong's shadow (shēn) disappeared, and all traces of it before seemed to be gone, only the wind and snow covered the small ancestral hall.

"It's all a dream."

Zhang Liao touched the jade bracelet on his wrist, bowed to Zhang Tong's statue, and turned (shēn) down the mountain.

It's been a long time.

Behind the snow-covered boulder on the side of the ancestral hall, a man dressed as a Taoist priest came out.

The crane has a childish face, his hands brush the dust, and the white clothes are better than the snow.

He stood in the snowy mountains, but people couldn't see the traces, and he didn't know illusion, or Taoism.

He looked at Zhang Liao's distant (shēn) shadow and thought.

"Zhang Tong can soul Guan Ling, and he will be the guardian of this Xiongguan in the future, but I hope that this place will not be attacked often in the future."

"Otherwise, when the Yanmen Pass is broken again, it will be the Yanmen Pass Lingzhang Tong who has really disappeared (rì)."

The man's face was full of doubt.

There is a big question mark written on it.

He didn't understand what mortals were pursuing, and of course that didn't prevent him from helping them and acting as a booster.

The old boy he gave the Taoist book was like that, killing (shēn) Chengren.

Just to pursue something that doesn't mean anything?

Is it better to be an emperor than to be a healer?

He doesn't understand.

This Zhang Tong is also, his life is spent at one level, so what is the meaning of his birth?

He shook his head vigorously, he couldn't figure it out.

The joys and sorrows between people are not connected, he just thinks that they are stupid, they are just stupid, they help easily, free and easy, travel through the mountains and rivers, why not?

With a swing of the dust, he continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

It's time to go to the next place.

Perhaps the Wutai Peak in the Marble Mountains to the south is a good place to go.

There is a high and distant view, and it is also closer to the prosperous world of this great man.

One step at a time, one step at a time of lotus snow.

This man swayed away, as if he had never been to this world

[To all readers: I stayed up all night, meditated all night, and decided to pursue quality more all night, because every chapter has the support of book friends after it is put on the shelves, and it is not easy to make money, you and I are mortals, and I can't be sorry for the people who support me. 6500+ every day, but with quality as the priority, in addition to being as relaxed and pleasant as ever, I also want to bring you some superficial touches and a real world view, ponder more seriously, and treat every sentence and every scene more carefully. 】