"Lao Huang, it's out of the way, right?"

Lao Huang's face was very ugly, and he touched the old horse's neck, "The old man can't walk anymore, he's going to die." The mountaineers looked at the old horse on his side, and he couldn't stand up. That skinny horse, who didn't have much lifespan in the first place, was so frightened that he was even closer to death.

"I'm sorry, old man." Lao Huang's tears seeped into the wrinkles and flowed sideways. The hot tears in the old horse's eyes snapped down. Lao Huang hugged the horse's head, sat under the forest, and looked blankly at the distant sky.

It was as if the hunched back had been crushed at this moment. "The horses are gone, go on your own. I can't lead the way this time. Lao Huang looked at the old horse whose breath gradually dissipated, and hugged him tighter.

The mountains are withering, and this moment is even more poignant. Lao Huang said to a slightly longer mountain guest: "Tiezi, I have taken you for more than ten years, now." It's time for you to lead the way, and we mountain guests can support it. The old horse in Lao Huang's arms was out of breath, and the wind blew and dried the tears on the horse's face.

Lao Huang hugged his old buddy and muttered, "Wait, wait." Why can't you wait any longer? Why can't you wait any longer if you say yes to retire together? ”

The mountaineer named Tiezi nodded a little abruptly, "Several, take a hand." Help Lao Huang bury it. ”

A few mountain visitors quickly picked a place that was not easy to soak in water and began to chisel it.

Lao Huang sat in place, and the horse had been carried away by several mountain guests. He sat there as if he had lost his soul. The old horse is dead, and he can't carry the original stone, what's the use of going to the Huangyu Mountain Range? I just thought of the silly boy who was still at home, and my heart was sour.

The thin yellow horse lay next to Lao Huang, whimpering. rubbed his head against his hunchback, and followed Lao Huang for more than ten years. When she arrived at the estuary, the female general turned her head and looked at the scene of people and horses relying on each other. There was a sigh. She has seen how many war horses died tragically, how many soldiers and horses have been shrouded, such tragedy is not something to praise, just like this eastward stream, which does not need the praise of a bard. It's just streaming on its own. At the end of the stream, it merges into a great river and continues to flow.

Yang Fan sat next to Lao Huang and handed over the silver.

"The old man's straw sandals are very good, and he can't worry about it if he doesn't give money."

Lao Huang glanced at the silver, shook his head, and said slowly: "No, really don't need it." Bury the old man, I should go back too. Tiezi will take these brothers to the mountains. The old man is a waste. The old woman didn't take care of it, the son didn't take care of it, and even the old man couldn't protect it well. ”

"You know the road, you can weave straw sandals." Yang Fan put the silver in Lao Huang's arms, "It is said that Lao Ma knows the way, but I don't know if Lao Huang knows the way." ”

Lao Huang walked steadily at the forefront.

When he went, in the place where the old man was buried, Lao Huang stayed for a long time. Said slowly: "I'll see you when I come." ”

Lao Huang's spiritual head is better than any suitability, not because of the silver. Of course. Mixed with a hint of joy at this wealth, it cannot be said that there is no such thing as nothing. Rather, as an old mountaineer who leads the way, he eloquently imparts his own experience and that sense of pride. It was the last time he would go into the mountain. After saying goodbye to Yang Fan, he hurriedly talked about his experience with that iron man.

Several mountain guests listened very carefully, this is their future job. Naturally, I can listen to a little is a little.

"I've been talking about this last point countless times. No man is content. ”

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……

The old peasant stood up, looked at the army heading east, and muttered, "There is another war." ”

"There is no time when there is no war, there is never a stop. Lao Huang is right. The human heart is not enough for the snake to swallow the elephant, either you swallow me, or I swallow you. Yang Fan rode on the horse, but the shoulder injury was still faintly painful, "Sometimes, I still like to mix the rivers and lakes." It's hard to mix, but there's an old antique like you alive. ”

"Stay up, you will be an old antique in the future, and you will have the sorrow of an antique." The old farmer smiled slowly.

"There is a little bit of good in the rivers and lakes, and the grievances involve individuals, and they are all resolved by hand and foot. Fighting, 10,000 people fighting, how many people return? ”

At the end of the summer, the book raised the whip in his hand and said, "That's what you haven't seen, what is called the tragedy of destroying the door!" ”

Following

An uproar spread throughout the rivers and lakes, and even the imperial court was shocked. A teenager, a teenager from the Acquired Realm, killed a powerhouse in the Innate Realm.

What his name is, no one knows.

The two veterans of Longhu Mountain don't have this face, they are shouting everywhere and revealing it. The man in black wished he had it alone, so naturally he wouldn't say it, and as for the white-clothed monk and monk Yizhu, he wouldn't say it, the only possibility was that the actor Xilan shouted out.

That boy became the genius in everyone's mouth.

And that night, the thunder in Longhu Mountain plummeted. I don't know which ruthless person I offended.

Blessings and misfortunes always depend on each other. But Longhu Mountain has been stable for thousands of years, and I don't know if I can survive this catastrophe. As a result, just when the two old Taoist priests had not yet returned to Longhu Mountain, the contemporary great true people of the Heavenly Master's Mansion fell that night. I heard that the death was very miserable, just like the tiger in the sky, the thunder bath was scorched, and even the corpse was difficult to identify.

At this point, Fang Yiru, who was thriving in the two Huai, was promoted to Beijing as an official of the younger generation.

The old Shangshu Yang Yun stood on the restaurant, looked at the entire Jingshi, and said to the young descendant behind: "Lianghuai's way, have you figured it out?" ”

Hou Sheng glanced at this thin old Shangshu and said slowly: "I can see a little clearly." ”

"Do you still regret your decision?"

"It's just about pursuing differences, and students don't regret it."

"What a good one and no regrets! Now in the future, thinking about the dream of the rivers and lakes, all you can do is fame and fortune. There aren't many people who can be as frank as you. Do you know which type of person has the most people who can enter the cabinet, the six ministries, nine temples, and local officials? ”

"The students don't know." The latter replied respectfully.

"The Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Household have the most. The original came to Zongdao, and later Zhou Yanru. And also...... The Ministry of Rites, it seems that there is no oil and water to be fished, but in fact, there is a lot of knowledge. The world has always thought that the old ministers of the Ministry of Rites are rotten people, but in fact, we are used to pretending to be stupid. The beautiful words came out of Lao Shangshu's mouth, and they didn't make him feel a little embarrassed. This time, the old man is nominated, and you will be allowed to join the Ministry of Rites, and you must follow suit. ”

"At the beginning, it was said that Yang Fan was a saint, and then what? It's okay to go to Daling River, and later go to sea, kill people, and go to Longhu Mountain to steal coffins, what does the saint do to fight and kill, the hot blood thing really comes out of blood. Did it work? In the end, what people remember is which famous minister and which wise man. If you can sit and enjoy the bell ringing food, who is so damn full that they can tie their heads to the waistband of their trousers and break into the rivers and lakes? ”

Lao Shangshu's words were very rough, very rough...... (To be continued......)