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"Are you really leaving? But your wounds are not healed. ”

On Yan Mountain, Ou Si Qingqing took Ashinaduo's hand and persuaded him.

Ashina Duoduo looked back at the wooden tablet standing on the hillside, and on the front was a line of words written by Li Xian himself with a wolf clearly, there were only four, revealing a different kind of sadness.

The Tomb of Wuluan

Four words that couldn't be simpler.

The wooden stele is also very simple, it is Li Xian who used a black knife to cut off a hundred-year-old pine and then chose the smoothest section to cut out, just like the tomb, ordinary and there is nothing to make people stop. The tomb of Wuluan, these four words do not meet the inscription specifications of the tombstones of this era, but Li Xian was extremely serious when he wrote these four words, and every stroke was careful as if he was afraid of waking up the girl who was sleeping in the grave.

Life is sometimes as short as falling leaves, which sprout in spring, grow in summer, turn yellow in autumn and fall with the wind. It's as short as bending your fingers to calculate the end of life, short enough to make those who live a little longer sigh.

There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die, at least in the perception of some people. For example, Li Xian, from the old nun who released a few absurd and uninhibited words with some provocation and even deliberately stimulated Emperor Wen Yang Jian, Li Xian should have died a long time ago in the perception of many people, but he is still alive.

And Wuluan, when she was intercepted and killed by the Tiefu Slaughter Horse Thieves in the north of Bazhou, everyone thought that she was just a little girl and couldn't have any grievances, so she didn't deserve to die, but just over two years later, she died, and she died so fast, so fast that even Ashina Duoduo didn't have time to grieve.

I don't know why, every time Ashina Duoduo sees the wooden tablet of Wuluan, the figure of the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground and writing carefully will appear in his mind.

He has never expressed his sadness, just as Ashina Duoduo has not shed a single tear to this day, some people's sadness will not be vented with expressions and tears. After returning to Yanshan, his and her expressions have been very calm, the calm he wrote, and the calm she looked.

There is also a relatively small line of text behind the wooden tablet, which is just a sentence.

If life is only as first seen, it is better not to see.

Ashina Duoduo turned around and saw that line of small words, and suddenly smiled, with a little ease: "If life is only as first seen, it is really better not to see." ”

That year, in the north of Bazhou, if there was no first meeting, why bother to hurt God today?

"It's time to go back, it's time to go back"

She said to Ou Siqingqing that the words should and must be bitten very hard. I don't know why, the simple-minded Ou Siqingqing just felt that he understood the meaning of her words. Suddenly, Ou Siqingqing felt very sad, because she found that sometimes such a simple thing as going home can have many meanings, not necessarily because she wants to go home, longing to go home, maybe it's time to go home, she has to go home.

"yes...... You are the holy daughter of the Turkic royal court. ”

Ou Siqingqing sighed.

Ashina Duoduo held Ou Si Qingqing's hand, and said very seriously and enviously: "I really envy you, you don't have to...... Hurry home. ”

Ou Siqingqing said: "Home is there, you can go back whenever you want." And sometimes there is more than one home. Wherever he is, there is home. ”

She smiled sweetly, "I've been at home all the time. ”

"There's more than one home, and I'm always at home."

Ou Siqingqing's words made Ashinaduo's heart tremble, and a wave suddenly set off on the heart lake that was no longer calm, and this wave unstoppably impacted her emotional level, and the door of her heart that had been blocked by years of hard work actually had traces of being knocked open. She hurriedly directed her thoughts elsewhere, trying not to think about the last six words in Ou Siqingqing's words again, I have always been at home.

It's just that how can she control the waves of the heart lake?

Ask yourself, where is my home?

At first, her envy was only limited to Ou Siqingqing's simplicity and carefreeness, because she could not see the sadness and helplessness of leaving home in her eyes. Now what she envies is her is her contentment. yes, she's been at home, so, where have I been?

"It's good to go home"

Ou Siqingqing felt the temperature of Ashina's palms gradually cooling, and there was a trace of slippery sweat.

"After I went back, there weren't so many sad things."

Ashina was stunned for a moment, and then the envy in his heart became even stronger. Yes, this little girl is a person who has no grass in her heart, and herself, since she has the golden wolf head on her shoulder, the grass in her heart has long grown and spread to the point that it cannot be eradicated. If she can eradicate it, it is not something she can do by herself. But...... Who is the person who helps him get rid of the weeds in his heart? Where are you waiting for yourself?

In a trance, she saw the handsome young man sitting cross-legged on the ground and writing every stroke carefully.

He deliberately transplanted some new green grass on the grave bag, but it seemed that the grass was ...... It's not irritating, on the contrary, it's so pure green that makes people feel emotional. Oh, yes...... Wuluan sleeps in it, maybe he also likes to have more colors around him.

Grass is not scary, no matter where it grows.

The scary thing is that you don't dare to take care of it.

She thought of the Huai Sleeve Grass House on the bank of the weak Luo River, after the spring breeze blew the Buddha, she didn't know how many roses under the fence sprang out new green, and a few spit out flower buds.

Master, she...... It's really better than I can see it myself.

At this moment, she even lightened her resentment towards Ye Huaisleeve.

"Yes, after I go back, I must not have so many sad things."

Ashina smiled, and the bitterness faded away.

"Do you want Grandpa to send someone to send you?"

Ou Si Qingqing asked.

Ashina Duoduo shook his head proudly, pointed to his shoulder and said, "Don't forget my identity, as long as you cross the Northern Great Wall, the entire grassland will be my home." ”

Ou Siqingqing also smiled, and even with envy: "Your home is really big." ”

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After watching the second battle of the Great Sui Expedition on the east bank of Liaoshui, Li Xian comfortably stripped off his clothes and plunged into the icy and biting water of the Liaohe River to swim back and forth. And Li Xian's purpose in coming to Liaodong this time is not big, and by the way, accumulating some popularity that will be used in the future is already an additional gain. He just wanted to be a real tourist in the Great Sui and see what this magnificent war in history was like.

The year he came, Da Sui was only twenty years old, and it was the time when he was full of vitality. But he has never seen it well, he has been to many places, and he has stopped and stayed, but he has no intention of enjoying the scenery because of the annoying problem of survival. This time, Li Xian not only wanted to enjoy the scenery, but also to appreciate how the soldiers of the Great Sui Mansion fought in the world.

This is the real thing to pay attention to and even study hard, who knows if one day in the future will be confronted with one of the government soldiers?

Knowing himself and knowing that the other side can survive a hundred battles, Li Xian has never had the luxury of being invincible, but at least he must understand the enemy, as much as possible, he must understand more. Therefore, he brought the Flying Tiger Army, which consisted of only 50 people, to Liaodong, and then irresponsibly scattered the 20 of the most elite people into the territory of Goguryeo to train their ability to collect intelligence. Then, after today's Xiong soldiers of the Great Sui crossed the Liaoshui and killed the Liaodong City in one go, he released the remaining thirty people to observe and record the beginning and end of the battle of Liaodong City from all angles, and he wanted details, all the details.

How the Goryeo people defended, how the Great Sui attacked.

These will be used in the future.

Since I have already begun to plan to get a piece of the pie in troubled times in the future or even drink it out, all kinds of experience are necessary, and it will be a long process to go through it on my own, and no one can guarantee that this process is not dangerous. Being able to learn from others is the quick fix.

That's right, he came from another era where the level of technology was much higher. But he is just an ordinary college student, and with the current technology, he can't make a hot weapon to end an era. He didn't have so much scientific data in his head, it was just a somewhat difficult process for ordinary people who had also failed in that era to gain a foothold in the era of cold weapons, and he just wanted to survive and not die.

If possible, he would be willing to have a Barrett 12.7 mm caliber heavy sniper on the east bank of Liaoshui and shoot Yang Guang's head, and then hum the wind Xiao Xiao Liao Shui cold, the emperor is gone and will not return to the minor tune of riding the big black horse to run away, no matter how he records this in the history books, at least he doesn't have to worry about the endless trouble that the occasional thought of surnamed Yang will bring to himself.

It can be said that he has an empty heart and insufficient strength.

After all, he is just an outsider who has been practicing like a demon since he was four years old, trying to adapt to the bow and arrow, adapt to the horizontal sword, adapt to the war horse, adapt to the outsider who can run and kill if he can't fight, and gradually change from an outsider to a family member.

Well, if he has to say that he has any skills that ordinary people don't have, it is that he knows some stories of this era, and most of them are drawn from unreliable novels such as the history of Emperor Yang of Sui. Of course, what he remembers is more about the bed than some nonsense. In the 21st century, he did not specialize in the study of history, so how could he know the historical facts to what day? He is not a military scientist, not even a firearms enthusiast, how can he build a chariot cannon with a thought?

Therefore, in Li Xian's opinion, the most reliable thing is the knife in his hand and the bow and arrow in his hand.

He swims in the icy river without cramping to the point of drowning, not because he is a traverser with an aura of invincibility, but because he has been taking cold showers every day since he was four years old, and he has been fishing in the river every day, because he has worked hard to adapt to all this.

I don't know how many people have stripped off and bathed in Liaoshui throughout the ages, but there are definitely not many people like him who lie on the surface of the river while playing water and drifting while seriously thinking about what to do tomorrow, what to do the day after tomorrow, and even what to do in the future.

He thought so seriously that he fell into deep thought.

So much so that when the petite woman with a big black umbrella on her back on the boat paddling downstream looked at him coldly, he suddenly woke up.

He remembered the delicate-looking woman, and he remembered the other, equally delicate-looking, beside her.

The woman wearing a green shirt and carrying a large black umbrella is called a green kite.

The woman in red clothes with a large iron gun on her back is called Huang Luan.

Li Xian was very annoyed, not because he was contemplating for a moment and only noticed that the boat was dozens of meters away, but because the two women stared at their naked [***] self and looked so serious and calm. Because it is lying down and floating on the water, everyone has seen what can and cannot be seen, and there is no discount at all.

ps: About Ye Huaisleeve, first of all, thank Egret Hengjiang for reading the book carefully, in fact, you really don't need to be so entangled. She is a woman who does everything for the sake of love, and it is true that she is not clean in terms of means, but don't you think she is really clean? As for whether she will be a tragedy in the future, I can't say, because there is always some suspense left for the reader. What is the final ending, she can't say goodbye firmly because of what she did before. I hope that I can be worthy of every reader who reads books seriously, but after all, my ability is limited and I can't do everything. Moreover, I can't endlessly change the plot because everyone has different understandings of Jiangming, so that the book will really become unrecognizable.

Jiang Ming, I will still write it according to my wishes, but please rest assured, this story is a happy story after all.

Do you know how hard it hit me when you say goodbye?

I'm an emotional writer, and I feel heartache when even just one reader leaves. It's not a posturing, it's a fact.