When Sharga and Dalantai rushed back to Jingzhou, the gate of Jingzhou was closed and they could not enter or leave.

Duan Qingshan struggled to support, but he still lost step by step, and suffered heavy casualties, so he could only lead the army to retreat, and closed the city gate and waited for support.

In the pouring rain, the two looked at each other.

Dalantai draped the only remaining coat on Yun Xiang's body and wrapped her tightly.

"This time it's Helan Xuexing."

Xia Erjiasheng was in the Northern Dynasty, how did he not know Helan Xuexing?

Yunzhou has been prosperous since ancient times, gathering merchants from all over the world, and there are many wars at the border, and the people are disgusted, but it is a paradise for merchants. The lights in the city are as bright as day, the street markets are endless, and the song house wine shop is even more lively.

He was born and raised there.

Helan Xuexing is the general who defends the city in Yunzhou. As a rare general, he is deeply valued by Yuanke.

Staring at the lonely city in the heavy rain, Sharga was in a trance, "Ten will surround it, five will attack it, and if it is doubled, it will be fought, and the enemy can divide it, if it is less, it can escape, and if it is not, it can be avoided." Therefore, the small enemy is strong, and the big enemy is also captured. High Priest, Uncle Xie is gone, and Jingzhou City can't hold it. ”

The situation in Pingjing Erzhou is complicated, Xie Youyi is the one who can stabilize the forces of all parties, and now that Xie Youyi is dead, once the news spreads, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The general will inevitably die before the battle, and the crockpot will inevitably die in Inoue.

Dalan Terrace looks up to the sky, and overlooks the vast clouds and dreams, the high bank is the valley, and the deep valley is the mausoleum. The change of Linggu, He Sheng sighed. He said, "The Great Zhou Dynasty was divided, and the north and south fought for nearly 400 years, and the reason for this was nothing more than the opposition of royal power and divine power. The foundation of the Great Zhou is actually not solid, so a split is inevitable. When the first emperor died, he said that I am a sinner of Dayan. In order to weaken the influence of the Sassanid Cult in Dayan, the first emperor de-religious step by step, and erected the high priest of the Sassanid Cult, and I was pushed up by him with royal power. Seventh son, de-religionization is the trend of the times, and even as a high priest, I have to admit and conform to it. ”

"Can't fight anymore. In the north and in the south, both lose. ”

"You're a chosen one, and I have to take a gamble. The first emperor claimed to be a sinner of Dayan, why shouldn't I? A hundred years later, future generations of history books have their own comments. But standing here now, I have no way back. ”

According to Zhou Yi Bagua, the white one is the main west and is the soldier elephant, and the eight characters of Xia Erjia's birthday are the main soldier elephant.

Scharga was stunned for a while, "High Priest, you said that I was chosen by God, why me?" Why am I? ”

"There are some things I don't understand, but when it comes to the matter, I know it's like this. I used to read the oracles, and the prophets foretold the emergence of a young man who would end a time of restlessness, and I sang it to you, and you understood. ”

His voice was hoarse, and he whispered in the rain, and with the sound of the rain and the wilderness, his voice was even more desolate and empty.

[It was the sixteenth year, the seventh day without a moon

He was welcomed back to the wasteland where he was born

He asked himself as he stood on the hill

Could it be that the moment of separation is also for the purpose of getting together?

What can I give to those who have laid down the plough and stopped the winemaking wheel?

Is it to use the soul as a tree, picking fruitful fruits to share with them?

Or will they turn their longing into a fountain and pour it into their cups?

Or do you want to make a flute that can go through my body?

As he walked down the hill, a wave of sorrow struck him.

He meditated in his heart:

How can I part peacefully without any worries?

No, I can't leave the city without any mental trauma.

How many long days have I spent in this wall, and how many long lonely nights have I experienced; Who can leave his pain and loneliness without attachment?

I have scattered so many pieces of my soul in the streets and alleys, I have had so many hopes to walk through these hills and hills, I cannot abandon them without load and pain.

Today, I'm just throwing away my old self

All I left behind was a thought.

But I couldn't stay any longer. China

The fate that summons everything is calling to me, and I must board the boat.

When the stream had made another bend, there was another whisper of warmth in the glade

I am a lonely person, what treasure have I found in my loneliness that I can give with confidence?

If this is indeed the time when I raise the lamp, it is not the fireworks I lit that burn in the lamp.

The lamp I hold up is empty and dim, and the Guardian of the Night will light a fire for it.

He poured it out in words, but there were many unspoken words hidden in his heart.

Because he himself could not express his deeper secrets.

When he returned to the city, the people would greet him and call out to him in unison.

He is the noon in the twilight, and his youth leads people's dreams into dreams.

He is not a stranger among us, nor a passerby, but a Son of Heaven, someone we sincerely love.

The holy priest said to him:

Please don't be separated now, let the years you spent among us be memories.

Let me tell you, I know what you expect

You yearn so deeply for the land of your memories and the place of your greater hope; Our love will not bind you, nor will our needs hold you back.

So now please disclose yourself to me.

When love waves to you, follow Him, despite the hardships and treacherous paths of his path.

When he spreads his wings and embraces you, follow him,

Though the blades in his wings will hurt you.

Believe Him when He speaks to you,

Though his voice will shatter your dreams, like a wind sweeping away the flowers in a garden

He will climb to your heights, and caress your tenderest branches that tremble in the sun,

He will also descend to your roots and shake the roots of your earth

When the white wings of death separate your years, you should also be together.

Indeed, you are always together,

You were born together, and you will depend on each other forever.

But in your unity there must be gaps.

Love one another, but don't let love be a bondage.

Stand in one place, but not too intimately

For the pillars of the temple were also set on both sides, neither the oak nor the pine nor the cypress grew in the shade of one another

We will pass it on to our children, who will pass it on to their descendants, so that it may never be annihilated

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[Note: This passage is from Gibran's "The Prophet", which has been excerpted and deleted for the sake of rhyme]

The mournful chant slowly disappeared into the wind and rain, and Darlan said, "Why you? You are the son of the Southern Dynasty, but the Northern Dynasty raised you. You have inherited excellent qualities and ideas, you have received a good education, you are loving, kind but courageous. You love the Northern Dynasty and you are attached to the Southern Dynasty. What are you? You are the son of the world and have royal blood, so you can stand at a height and position that others can't stand on and overlook the world, and push the situation like a chess piece. Your relationships connect all relationships. ”

His tone was sad, he turned his head to look at Shargar, and said slowly, "Heavy rain today, strong wind tomorrow." ”

"Southwest wind."