Volume 5: Today's long tassel in hand

- The long tassel is already in his hand, when will he bind the dragon?

The small snowflakes represent a certain emotion between heaven and earth, and perhaps that kind of emotion in the dark has some kind of resonance with human beings.

But in the end, the demise of the two big men can only attract a surprising landscape, but it cannot actually change many things.

The days of the Northern Tang Dynasty and the Southern Wu Dynasty are still passable, but it seems that from now on, the sky has lost its color.

People don't know how they should spend their lives without the Holy General and the God of War, and now, they are confused.

There was almost no mutual consultation, and there was a tacit understanding, the army of Southern Wu no longer went deep, and the army of Northern Tang no longer counterattacked the Southern Wu people, and the battle ended briefly.

All the troops were in silence, and the Northern Army stopped mutiny.

Everyone in the north and south spontaneously wore linen and filial piety, and under the leadership of some powerful people, they also remembered the two deceased figures from the bottom up.

It seems to want heaven and earth to grieve together.

The seeds of hatred began to take root and sprout, and trade ceased in most parts of the Northern Tang and Southern Wu, even those that were secretly conducted because of the war.

In the eyes of the Northern Tang people, the Southern Wu people killed their god of war, and in the eyes of the Southern Wu people, the Northern Tang people also killed their holy general.

That's a feud against the heavens.

Peace is what people want, after all, it has existed for more than ten years, and people like that feeling of comfort, but in the scene of the world's vegetarianism, a large number of teenagers, middle-aged people, and middle-aged people on both sides spontaneously began to ask to join the army.

They don't know when they will be able to experience the real war, but everything is going on.

A bloody storm belonging to two people ended in the snowfall in March, while an even greater bloody storm belonging to tens of millions of people had just begun to brew.

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Those were long, long years later.

The spring sun is very good, but people's hearts are dark, and no one knows how to live in the future.

The Northern Tang Dynasty lost its faith, and the Southern Wu also lost it, and no one lived better than the other.

When the thin layer of snow melted quickly, Guan Kuo hugged Li Qianrong to Wuji's back, and then knelt down in the direction where Jin Youzuo and Qiu Jingshan had finally disappeared.

"Grandfather." He said.

"Master." He said again.

"Go all the way." He concluded.

When those two were alive, they never got his two titles, and I don't know if he is called like this now, and it is too late.

He should have felt pain in theory, but when all this happened, he suddenly found that life is like this, and some emotions are also inexplicable and do not arise at all.

Perhaps, as Tong Jin Youzuo and Qiu Jingshan thought, for the two of them, the disappearance meant a kind of relief, and as long as they were alive, the glory of the Southern Wu Holy General and the Northern Tang God of War had also turned into a huge pressure on them, and they would never be able to enjoy the peace of mind.

Perhaps, that's fine.

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The sight of the world was long after a few days, and it lasted for a long, long time.

But today, life still has to be like that.

Tens of thousands of people from all over the world, scattered in all directions, could not hold back their tears, and were still kneeling on the ground that had melted after the snow and became wet.

Guan Kuo stood up and looked at Li Qianrong on Wuji's back, and saw that the little guy was blinking his eyes, and tears were still drying on his face, but the sad expression had disappeared.

"Master, my father and mother seem to be gone, just like them, but they've always been there, right?" Li Qianrong asked at him.

Guan Kuo walked over, touched his head, and said, "That's right, you're right."

"Let's go." He said again.

Jin Yuzuo is gone, and perhaps now he is squinting his old eyes in the sky, basking in the sun comfortably, and the golden sunlight is faintly sprinkled on his wrinkled face, like his saber shining with pure gold.

They were fellow travelers to Jinling, and now only he and Li Qianrong were left, as well as a horse.

But life still has to be lived, don't it?

He led Wu Ji and carried Li Qianrong without a trace, and the two of them slowly approached the carriage that had carried Jin Youzuo.

He had to go to see Emperor Wu and then think about what was going on, so his things were still over there, and he had to pack up.

The faces of the big men of Southern Wu seem to have some vicissitudes of life, their monuments have collapsed, and all thoughts in their hearts are discouraged, but Qiu Jingshan will never appear again, so it is still stable.

The girl of the Jin family bit her red lips tightly, and her flower and moon appearance were irrepressible loss and distraction.

She once confidently believed that her grandfather would be able to turn the tide, kill the Northern Tang Dynasty God of War Qiu Jingshan within the boundaries of Yangzhou, and then lead the Southern Wu army to destroy the northern dynasty and create immortal glory, and their Jin family will go down in history.

However, Jin Youzuo was killed by Qiu Jingshan, although Jin Youzuo also killed Qiu Jingshan.

She hadn't seen Jin Youzuo, even once, so the mysterious Southern Wu Shengjun was filled with an unattainable feeling of invincibility in her eyes.

She has always been very confident that her grandfather is invincible, although there is still a Qiu God of War in the Northern Tang Dynasty, but in her opinion, so what?

She could contemptuously think that no matter how famous she was, Qiu Jingshan would not be her grandfather's opponent.

Today was the first time she had seen Jin Youzuo, although she didn't see the other party's face.

At the same time, it is also the last time

The myth of invincibility in her mind has disappeared, and in the future, a thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years, and 100 million years, it will disappear bit by bit, and no one will remember whether there has been a Southern Wu Holy General in the world, and then who the Southern Wu Holy General is.

She suddenly felt irrepressible sadness welling up on her cheeks, and she felt a little desperate in her heart.

It was at this time that she saw the young man leading the white horse.

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The one holding the charming horse is not necessarily Prince Charming, in this world, there is a gap between imagination and reality, and the reason why romance is romantic is because of its storytelling and not being sex-prone.

Fortunately, the one leading the white horse is not a monk surnamed Tang.

It's just that it's really not pretty, although it's not ugly.

He came from afar, leading a white horse, and immediately sat a child. His steps were a little heavy at first, presumably from the previous incident, but they soon became sonorous again.

There will always be many people in life, and there will be many people separated, and now he is not meeting people he once didn't know?

(End of chapter)