"He fell to the ground, aggrieved and blamed himself: General, I can't carry you......

The general waved his hand, and the scar was exposed. I took a contract and silently recited: Fan Mingyuan.

It turned out that his name was Fan Mingyuan.

He was only in his forties, his eyes were sunken, his face was sallow, and his beard was gray. Carefully depict his facial features, with sharp edges and corners like knife carvings.

It's just that his sword eyebrows are sparse, his hanging gallbladder nose is drooping, his red lips are no longer rosy, and he no longer has the slightest demeanor of the past. He is like a candle in the wind, ready to drift away at any time.

Now, he's finally going to die.

He has made up his mind, and I will no longer persuade him. He just quietly retreated, and let him confess to the people.

After a stick of incense, I returned to my room, and the air in the room was a little oppressive. The kneeling people got up and left one after another, and Xiao Hei knelt on the ground without saying a word.

The general was a little helpless: "If you refuse to leave, you will sell it to him,"

Where is the little black man, unmoved.

"Well, I'm short of manpower. What else does the general have to sell? Convert it to me, and I promise to scrape the house clean before confiscation,"

Blackie looked at me in disbelief.

"Haha~" The general laughed heartily: "Yi Gongzi is so interesting." If you're not afraid of hot hands, I don't want a penny, and you'll scrape all the house,"

"Really?" My eyes lit up.

"Seriously, don't leave half a cent for that old dog," the general stopped laughing, "Let's get started,"

I retracted my joke and took out the incense and placed it away.

"Thirteen stand down," said the general, lying back on the collapse with his eyes closed.

The little black body on the ground stiffened.

"If you stay, it will only be my people in the future," I glanced at and smiled.

Xiao Hei nodded.

Set the incense burner and light the newly made incense. After a while, green smoke curled up slowly.

The general had fallen asleep peacefully, and I got up and brushed up my sleeves. Suddenly, I felt a pull under my clothes, and I quickly turned around and kicked it. "Dengzi, you are pulling this aunt... What does the bone master do? I glared at Blackie.

Xiao Hei pursed his lips, and the mist in his eyes flashed.

"Wait here," I said, turning and walking into the General's Command.

The red wood is a little deeper, and the leaves are like dripping blood into the mud.

The general's obsession turned into a red tree, and I carefully approached the obsession tree and put away the obsession at the bottom of the leaf one by one.

The general is an ordinary general, and the story is not very distinctive. I take care of his life, just like in the play. I've seen so many stories, and the general's story is bland and boring.

The general's surname is Fan, and the word is Mingyuan. At the age of ten, he left his hometown to join the army. Thirteen, Mao then recommended himself to get the blue eyes of the school captain. Seventeen, the charge was raised to Pingxi. Twenty, he entered the enemy alone and cut off the head of the king of Yi. Twenty-seventh, with great military achievements, he wore a first-class official uniform.

rose all the way, and the general became the general with the highest rank in the court, and also became a general who was far away from the battlefield. The emperor's reward is getting higher and higher, and the general's smile is getting less and less.

A general who does not have a battlefield, is it still a general?

The last time he was on the battlefield, it was dusty and the sun was like blood. The enemy surrounded and blockaded everything, and the general and his men were ambushed and caught in a dilemma.

On that day, the mountain wind blew, and the smell was fishy. The mountains of white bones left no place for people to stand, and the blood and water everywhere condensed into red and black mud.

"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived?" The general raised his arms and shouted, liquid flowing through the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was fresh blood or tears.

The general and his entourage fought hard for a long time. As the sun set, the people around him fell one by one.

The soldier's armor was glued to his body and glowed red, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a new glow or a new refracted blood light.

Reinforcements will not come, and his heartfelt subordinates cover him and persuade him to leave quickly.

The general refused, and his men took advantage of his unpreparedness and knocked him unconscious. By the time he woke up, the mountain road was far away, and the army was out of sight.

Intimate subordinates, in order to prevent him from breaking free, tied him backhanded. He lay on the back of the soldier and kicked twice, but kicked open the wounds all over his body: "Let me down,"

The creep was silent.

While untying the rope, he made threatening words: "The military order is like a mountain, if you dare not listen, this general will kill you!" ”

The creeps were unmoved.

He was so angry that he was reluctant to kick it again.

They were like frightened birds, absconding all night, and the minions were extremely cunning, and they tied him to their bodies when they slept.

When the sun was rising, he looked at the endless mountains and said, "Behind the mountains is still mountains, how many mountains can you climb on my back?" Put me down, General Ben orders you,"

The little soldier raised his immature face: "Carry me to death, and I will send you back,"

The chasing soldiers behind him got farther and farther away, and the little soldier finally fell to the ground, aggrieved and blamed himself: "General, I can't carry you......"

The little soldier below him was breathless, he looked at the childish face, squatted on the ground, and cried like a child.

Three thousand sons went, and no one returned today. How to be worthy of Father Manjiang? The general covered his face and could no longer shed a single tear.

He buried the body with both hands, and limped back to the city.

The walls stood tall like the bones of the soldiers.

The gates of the city were iron red, like the blood mud that the soldiers had deeply stained.

He slammed open the gates and looked at the city he and his soldiers were guarding. No one responded outside the city for a long time, and the singing and dancing in the city was leveled.

The soldiers defending the city are hiding under the tower. Some drooped their eyelids and dozed off, some blushed and punched and ate wine, some went into the gambling house to buy big and small, and some hugged the girl and sang a hundred years of joy.

His eyes turned red, he rolled up a spear, rushed to everyone, and broke everyone's tendons one by one.

A city's wine bags and rice bags, how can reinforcements come? Poor Sanqianerlang's life was ruined in vain.

His face was hideous, and he stood under the city gate, like a life-seeking Shura crawling out of the underworld. The frightened figures were blurred, and the shouting and insulting were no longer audible.

But there were some things he remembered very well.

He remembered that on the golden and splendid hall, luxurious curtains fluttered in the wind. Gong E stepped on the auspicious cloud carpet and danced, and her waist was like a fine willow by the grave.

He straightened up: "Holy Lord, please make decisions for the soldiers,"

He remembered that on a cold autumn night, the ground was covered with fine autumn frost. The Imperial Study was lit as bright as day, and the figures reflected in the carved windows were in pairs.

He knelt on the steps: "Holy Lord, please make decisions for the soldiers,"

He remembered that in the damp and dark cells, insects, ants, rats, and snakes were crawling around. Half-dry haystacks were sparsely sprinkled on the ground, and the dwarf cages clung to their backs.

He wrote a bloody letter: "Holy Lord, please make decisions for the soldiers." ”

His insistence was like a joke.

The saint lightly raised the pen, a holy decree. A few boxes of bounty were carried to the general's palace.

The matter has been settled.

Later, those people were only dismissed from their posts and moved to other cities to continue their leisure.

He finally understood that the Holy God could not tolerate him, and the life of the three thousand sons died because of him. That's why those people are so fearless

Later, the saint gave him a cup of imperial wine, and the general stayed on the bed for a long time.

The general became a one-man general.

The general has a long hatred.

The incense was about to burn out, and I turned around and walked out of the realm. Xiao Hei stared at me as he emerged from the sky, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Take it," I tossed the Phantom Stone to him, full of the General's memories.

Xiao Hei is like a treasure, holding it in the palm of his hand.

The general was gone, and I walked over to the couch and closed my eyes for him.

Peel the skin and cramp to take the fragrant bones, and throw the yellow spring lightly to remove the turbidity.

I cautiously took a few drops of the general's heart's blood, skinned his skin and bones, sifted out three of the right size, and took out a vessel containing yellow spring water, placed it on the ground, and threw the white bones into it.

Suddenly, many bubbles bubbled out of the water, densely squeezing the white bones. When the white bones are as yellow as topaz, they are fished out and washed and crushed into dust. Add the blood of the heart and the water of Tianchi and stir, pour it out and knead it into a thread after it becomes a puree.

At this time, feed the obsession that has been raised before. Traction obsession is wrapped in silk, and not a single centimeter can be put down. Concoct it like this, let it dry naturally, and take a ball of spiritual warmth and incense.

Looking at the white bones soaked in the water, the white bones have begun to turn yellow and appear beige. I wiped the fine sweat from my forehead, and today, it was finally in vain.

Now that the materials are ready, it is useless to stay longer. I glanced back at Xiao Hei: "Three days later, the fragrant bone shop will gather,"

One life for one dream, life has been received, and the dream still needs to come true.

I put away the incense and left here.