The scenery of Bishui Pass is still the same, the cool breeze is stinging, the yellow sand of the sand field rolls up thousands of piles of snow, the fallen leaves exude the sound of loneliness, and a city wall that evokes memories stands here for life.

The soldiers in the pass were in high spirits, their weapons were shining, and as soon as they gave an order, they would fight with the princes of the Eighteen Routes. The soldiers of the Eighteen Roads Princes outside the gate were each holding spears and practicing one-on-one, as if they could go to the battlefield to kill the enemy at any time.

But those generals ate and drank meat in the camp, and spent all day and wine. It doesn't matter how hard the soldiers outside are, this is discrimination. Of course, there will always be special people like Cao Cao.

"We drank wine and ate meat inside, but we bittered our brothers outside. Le Jin passed my order, all my soldiers, drink a good meal today, so that they can attack Bishui Pass tomorrow. Cao Cao commanded to a big man with a tiger's back in front of him.

"Yes, my lord." Le Jin walked like a warrior, step by step like a tiger walked out.

"Lejin is so imposing, worthy of being my tiger general, let's go in and drink and eat meat." Cao Cao praised Le Jin, and then led Xiahoudun and others into the big tent.

When Cao Cao entered the big tent, Chu Luo walked out of an inconspicuous corner alone, glanced at the big tent, shook his head slightly, and looked extremely cold.

Turning to go out of the camp alone, riding his own war horse Flying Shadow Dragon Horse, he came to the place where he was only a mile away from the Libi Water Pass, looking at the tall city wall in front of him, and suddenly had a lot of thoughts.

Of course, no one in Bishui Pass noticed Chu Luo's coming, and they were still patrolling back and forth, for fear that the princes would suddenly attack.

Chu Luo stared intently at these tall walls made of bricks and stones, and at the soldiers wearing soft armor and holding spears, he remembered the past.

Those memories rushed towards him like a tidal wave, swept through his entire sea of consciousness, and stirred up his dusty memories that had been sealed for a long time, these memories were old, but they couldn't help but be recalled, because those memories brought him a lot of power.

A sea of memories sketches a vague but clear picture.

In the picture, there is a delicate man holding a feather fan, holding a cute little boy, standing for a long time looking at the scene in front of him.

"Brother, what are we doing here? Shouldn't we be going to Luoyang? The little boy touched his head and asked blankly

"Jiang'er, of course there is something wrong with bringing you here for my brother? What do you think of this place? The man's feather fan asked, pointing to the great scene in front of him.

"Hmm...... Brother, I think it's good here, but the yellow sand is too strong, a little choking, Jiang Er doesn't like it very much. The boy shook his head, displeased with the place.

"Haha! Jiang'er, do you know? It is precisely because of the yellow sand that this place is unique, and the water pass protects the mountains and rivers of Luoyang, which is how important. It is like a warrior who will never fall for thousands of years. The man touched the little boy's head and smiled like a helping wind.

"One day, you stand alone on it, if you take the power of Luoyang at that time, then you have been very successful. But before that, you have to learn to grow up, and my brother and I will always be with you. The man picked up the little boy, his eyes were full of doting, and he said softly and considerately.

On that day, the man made a vow to accompany the little boy well, forever, forever.

But......

As soon as the picture turned, the battle of Bishui Pass continued, the blood stained the entire city wall, and the corpses lay on the city wall, but there was a person who stood on it from beginning to end and did not fall, the feather fan he held was as white as a goose feather was dyed bright red, and he had been stained red by the blood of others His white armor, he looked at the little boy who fled in the distance and smiled with relief.

"Jiang'er, I'm afraid my brother is going to break his promise, I can't go on with you all the time, I just hope you can live well and live well." The man's eyes were moist, but he felt very happy, at least his younger brother had escaped, at least they were in the same vein, and there were still people alive.

"Jiang'er, live well. Brother will be your brother in the next life. ”

One by one, the soldiers approached the man step by step with their weapons, and the man looked at these soldiers, his face was as cold as frost, and he said arrogantly: "Even if I die, I will not tell you the whereabouts of my brother." ”

The man jumped down directly, the whistling sound of the air in his ears exploded, and a piercing cold wind penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

He is not afraid, as long as Jiang Er is happy and alive.

"Goodbye, Jiang'er."

Under the water, his figure loomed in the yellow sand, as if he was still alive at this moment, as if he was standing in front of Chu Luo unscathed, smiling at him, and calling softly: "Jiang'er." ”

His figure seems to be still there, just like the spring breeze blowing through Chu Luo's heart, his figure looks very tall and full of heroic glory.

Chu Luo remembers very well that if it weren't for his brother sacrificing his life to save him here, there would be no Chu Luo Chu Wujiang now.

Because his elder brother resisted many soldiers on his own, Chu Wujiang had the opportunity to leave this place and flee all the way south.

His elder brother's generation of Confucian officials lived in the imperial historian, but what was the use, when Wang Mang was dictatorial, everything had to obey his orders, and even the emperor was just his puppet.

Wang Mang's extermination, he Chu Luo will never forget for the rest of his life, his brother died for him, he spent a good age and did not see all the mountains and rivers in the world, he lost his life, and he Chu Luo had to get it back one by one, and only by destroying Wang Mang's family could he solve the hatred in his heart.

His brother did not want to be surnamed Chu all his life, only willing to be surnamed Chu for the rest of his life, he once said: "I actually entered the Han Dynasty, and for the sake of officials, naturally everything is based on the development of the Han Dynasty, as for my family to change and kill, I want to fight for the position of the world, I will not interfere, let you fight, but I will not forget my responsibility, my responsibility for Hanchen." ”

He, Chu Yuelin, has been a doctor of imperial history all his life, and he has been a Hanchen all his life.

He has no regrets. He has no regrets about resisting the will, and he has no regrets about his own brother.

I should be the Han Dynasty for the Han Dynasty, but if I am removed from the scales, I am also willing to fight with the Han Dynasty, just for the people I protect can be well.

Chu Yuelin, Chu Luo's third brother, a generation of loyal ministers, but his soul eventually returned to Bishui.

"Brother, have you seen it, Jiang Er has grown up and can be on her own."

"Brother, don't worry, one day, I will correct your name and let the people of the world respect you."

"Brother, I hope that the two of us brothers can still meet here in the next life, and I am willing to be your younger brother at that time."

"Brother Huangquan Road, I hope you can still write in all directions and achieve underground fame."