(a)

After all, the true colors of heroes are the true colors of heroes.

Faced with flooding in the way, Ulinden Mukhan did not give up his actions.

He would rather have more than half of his troops drown in the flood than give up halfway.

At the risk of another flash flood, he ordered his troops to explore upwards along the passage that had been broken through the primeval forest when the torrent poured, hoping to find a way forward.

The horses were unsteady in the rushing currents that swept downward, neighing in terror from time to time. But he unwaveringly ordered the troops to move on.

Ulindenmu Khan's perseverance was finally rewarded by God.

The front army finally found a narrow passage. The water on this passage appears shallow and slow-flowing, although there are countless trees that have been washed away by the flood in it. There are many places that can only be passed slowly on a single bike, but it looks like you can keep going, and with patience, you should be able to reach the other end of the canyon. At that point, nothing will stop his team of horses from storming your camp.

So, Ulindenmu Khan ordered the troops to enter this passage.

His heart was filled with anxiety. He secretly prayed that Da Suo could hold Yang Biao back for a longer time, so that he could copy Yang Biao's back from this direction after capturing you.

But he didn't know that the elite squad of the Han army led by you was in front of him, at the exit of that passage, waiting for him to appear with the same anxiety as him.

This passage is the path of death that you have created for him in the torrent after you reach it first. It will indeed lead Ulinden Muhan to meet you again - but not in the way he wants, but in the way you want it to begin.

(b)

It's sad to be your prey, because that means death.

It's also lucky to be your prey, because that means death will be swift as the wind. There is no desperate run, no hard fighting. No tragic injuries, no desperate struggles. The prey realizes that it is in the position of being hunted, and at the same time it enters death.

"Don't bother me until the enemy comes." After arriving at the battlefield, you said to Wu Shun.

Then, you lean against a large rock. Sit cross-legged with your eyes closed.

After running all the way, you feel like you're struggling to make ends meet. You feel the flames of life getting smaller and weaker, they flickering in the wind, flickering and dimming, precarious. You've put everything you have, but the burning is getting weaker and weaker.

The wind swept and the torrential rain continued to pour down on you. They devour the last of your energy and consume the last of your body heat.

You shut down all the senses of not being used. Abandon all useless thoughts. You shut yourself down organ by organ, cell by cell, molecule by molecule, saving yourself every listen, every breath, every heartbeat, every rise and fall of your brainwaves.

You sit there, silent.

Wu Shun stood beside you, watching you be silent like this.

He developed a strong sense of powerlessness. He can only watch you fight alone.

You are close at hand. But he couldn't help at all.

He looks at your growing blue lips. He knows you're running out of ideas.

While directing the soldiers to prepare for various battles, he instructed the guards to use a rain cloth to shield you from a little wind and rain as much as possible.

You didn't stop him from taking special care. You can no longer expend energy for these things. You even turn your mind. Think about where the enemy has been, and can't afford it.

You feel death slowly enveloping you from all sides, and it is creeping from the ends of your cold limbs to your warm heart. It squirms slowly around your fingertips, bit by bit, causing every cell on your fingertips to gradually lose sensation.

Guan Wenliang helped you shield yourself from the wind and rain, and he kept looking at Wu Shun. He thinks there's something thrilling about your silence. He kept asking Wu Shun with his eyes: "Is he okay?" It's going to be okay, right? Finally, he couldn't help but want to ask you directly.

Wu Shun immediately made a silent gesture to him.

He looked at Wu Shun. Finally held back, didn't ask you, in order to save all the last energy.

(c)

That's how fate goes.

Each person is imprisoned in his own separate death, and each person has to face it alone.

While the Han army lay in ambush at the exit of that narrow passage and patiently waited for the enemy to appear, you remained in such a state of calm all the time. You didn't say a word. Didn't drink a sip of water, didn't eat a little dry food, and didn't open your eyes once.

During the last quiet period of your life, you saved everything in order to maintain the energy needed to move. You don't think about your life, you don't think about your dead relatives, you don't think about me, you don't think about the sunrise and sunset again, you don't think about the flowers blooming again. You are like a blank piece of paper, a mirror with no reflection of anything, waiting for the final moment.

"Enemy! Enemy! They're coming! "The sentry gave the alarm of the arrival of enemy troops.

Wu Shun walked over and whispered in your ear, "Young master." They're coming! ”

(iv)

In 2008, as an idealistic writer, I asked someone to draw a watercolor painting. It depicts the moment when you settle down in the canyon of the source of the river and wait for the arrival of the Khan's army. This is a sight that comes to my dreams so often. I believe that the same scene keeps appearing in dreams, and it is definitely not accidental. It must indicate some kind of necessity, a fatalistic necessity.

The painting has since hung in a house by the lake. It was with me all the way.

Every time I wake up in a dream when I go back to the river in the Xiyuan Gorge and can't sleep, I sit on the bed and look at this painting.

Many times, just like that, until dawn.

As an idealist, on a moonlit night when I was 13 years old, I went missing.

I was alone in a valley and witnessed a violent death. I watched it happen and felt extremely sharp pain that left an indelible memory. I've seen it in its face. I know how tormenting, how frightened, and helpless it was for those who entered that moment.

Later, I grew up. Once, I visited Nanhua Temple, where I saw three monks sitting side by side with faces. One is Master Huineng, one is Master Hanshan, and the other is Dantian Zen Master. They traveled through hundreds of thousands of years and sat there peacefully.

I was fascinated by the look on their faces.

I wonder what is the power that allows them to have such peace when they go through something like that.

I think they must have found that nectar path.

They sat here peacefully, looking at me, just to prove to me that not only did it exist, but that someone had found it, and that someone had walked this nectar path. Not only can they keep their spirits at peace and completeness, but they can also keep their physical bodies at the same peace and completeness.

What kind of approach is that? What kind of method is it?

I want to go through death like that, too. I want you to go through death like that.

I hope that all the lives that have lost their armor in the face of death, are embarrassed, collapsed, and panicked, can experience death so calmly, so calmly, so calmly, so smilingly, and so peacefully.

I yearn for this.

"So, I wrote about thousands of deaths, just as I have been experiencing a vast amount of death every minute and every second since I was born. May they all be saved. May we all be saved. ”

"I would like to be a good doctor to calm that kind of pain and heal that kind of wounds."

"I'm willing to do this endlessly, forever, without regrets, without getting tired."

If you have truly loved someone, you will surely experience something like this: you will go from deep compassion for all the suffering in their life to compassion for all the suffering in their whole life. You will gradually move out of your personal love and into the hearts of all people, and in that grand background, compassion will arise from the bottom of your heart. Vast and boundless mercy. (To be continued.) )