The moon stars are scarce, sprinkling thousands of brilliance, and a leisurely sigh sounds, who is leaning on the fence to look at the moon? Feeling nostalgic, there is a shadow under the moon, and the girl is pregnant with spring.

Ten years have passed, and the homeland is still the same, but there are fewer people back then.

The years have not been looked back, who is the way when they came?

Welcome the sunset when you come, and embrace the morning sun when you return.

Just like the young man of the year, stepping on the yellow sand in the sky, pacing.

Memories are like a dream, with familiar scenes, constantly pouring in.

"Maybe you should go to Jialing Pass to have a look." A voice sounded, but it turned into a sigh.

Looking closely, it looks a bit like the old days, when the high-spirited sons and daughters of the year were left tired and on the way home.

The memories have been increasing, and the boy's heart has never changed, but some roads are wrong after all.

From the moment he stepped out of the academy, he was destined to carry a heavy burden and move forward alone.

This path is not understood by the world, nor is it recognized by the world, and there will be no confidants or friends.

But in this troubled world, who can protect himself, my name is Mingzhe, but it is difficult to protect himself.

Only forward, only strong.

To survive this dream, who has retreated more than half a step?

The morning sun is coming, and it will eventually meet in the scorching sun, and bid farewell to the sunset.

May this time be looked back on, and live up to the dream of youth.

Stepping forward, moving forward, the rows of footprints of different shades printed a great dream.

The world is peaceful.

also printed a teenager's bleak and brilliant life.

For Mingzhe, the biggest gain from this outing may be the dream and tired wound in his heart.

Who knows? What will happen in the future? He was greeted with sorrow or joy.

A person's journey always makes people feel lonely.

More and more familiar scenery appeared, and Mingzhe's heart finally rippled.

"I'm back."

With exhaustion and vicissitudes.

Looking at the Shanhai Pavilion standing in front of him, Mingzhe showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and his eyes were full of tears.

Striding up, hurried.

The joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the year flashed by.

The silent ancient road has a little more desolation.

Didn't pay attention.

Look at the empty, cluttered, dilapidated attic of the square in front of you.

Mingzhe's eyes were blank and he stood in place.

What's going on?

Where did the people from Shanhai Pavilion go?

How did it become like this?

A long howl shattered the only warmth in Mingzhe's heart.

Mingzhe's figure flickered.

Constantly appearing in various courtyards, halls.

The scene in front of me has a huge conflict with memory.

That feeling of déjà vu, yet unrecognizable, constantly invaded Mingzhe's body.

In the back mountain, Mingzhe's eyes are cracked, and two lines of blood and tears fall.

Tick-tock, tick-tock······

Outgoing far, far away.

Mingzhe's blood-red eyes saw a blood-red patch.

The blood-colored tomb encircles the entire back mountain.

A broken blood-red flag was planted on top of a large tomb, flying in the wind.

It was the battle flag of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion.

Yan Shan's steps, stumbling, Mingzhe almost walked through the tombs in a slow roll.

Tomb, very simple.

A wooden tombstone, a small mound of earth.

Mingzhe looked over one by one.

Familiar names come into view, and the smiles, sarcasms, awe, and adoration of the past are associated with the tombstone in front of you.

The tomb of the disciple Kou Caijie outside the Shanhai Pavilion.

The tomb of Han Minda, a disciple of the outer disciple of Shanhai Pavilion.

The tomb of the outer disciples of the Shanhai Pavilion.

······

Stumbling forward, going deeper and deeper.

The tomb of Deacon Song Binbin of Shanhai Pavilion.

The tomb of the deacon of the Shanhai Pavilion Zai Wenfu.

······

The Tomb of the Shadow of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion.

The tomb of the young pavilion master of the mountain and sea pavilion.

The tomb of the lord of the Shanhai Pavilion Wei Yubo.

The battle flag stands on top of the largest mound in the middle.

The voice was already hoarse, and at this moment only a silent choked voice remained.

The wind rose, and the battle flag moved.

"Our Shanhai Pavilion no longer exists, what else do you want to do?"

An old, tired, angry voice rang out.

The sound was not loud, but in Mingzhe's ears, it was like spring thunder, exploding directly.

Turned around with difficulty.

An old man with short legs, one arm, and hair that he couldn't tell whether it was snow-white or yellow-haired, was looking at Mingzhe with a sad face.

At this moment, the two of them shook together.

The old man's eyes were in disbelief.

Mingzhe's eyes were full of tears, and there were countless doubts in his eyes.

"Less... Less... Pavilion Master, really... Really... Yes·· Is that you? ”

The old man asked in a trembling voice, while his body twitched violently, the cane in his hand fell to the ground, and he stretched out his hand to point at Mingzhe, while his body staggered forward and fell.

Mingzhe hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to support the old man, with a tremor in his tone, and replied: "Second uncle, it's me, what's wrong with you?" What's wrong with our Shanhai Pavilion? ”

"Why are you coming back now? Where have you been all these years? Our mountains and seas are wronged! ”

Yuwen Chengfeng was full of tears, and in his words, there were blame, sadness, tragedy and resentment.

Mingzhe was silent, but his trembling hands were telling the mood swings in his heart.

Yuwen Chengfeng didn't care about it, tears had already blurred his vision, and only muttered whispers remained.

"Why are you only here now, the 100,000 souls of the Shanhai Pavilion can't sleep!"

"The 100,000 bones buried in the mountain behind this can't bury the heinous grievances."

"These 100,000 new tombs, the bones are not cold!"

"Why did you come back?"

Sentence by sentence, word by word, squeezed into Mingzhe's heart like a knife and an axe.

The sky was gray and cool.

Blow the dark clouds in the sky, roll up a flag, and turn into a roar.

Like crying, thousands of sorrows linger around the whole back mountain.

"What happened?"

In the end, there was only one question left.

Mingzhe's heart, which was full of holes, was already in tatters at the moment.

He left the academy exhausted, bent on returning to the place where the dream began.

But where is the dream now?

The last piece of pure land in my heart has turned into a hundred thousand new tombs.

The one that enters the eye is the Pure Land.

But no matter which pure land you have, there will be a soul to live in after all.

"Haha... Haha, I didn't want to be the enemy of the world, my dream in this life is just to make the human race strong and do my part, that's all. ”

"But why? The whole world is going to be embarrassed by me? ”

"Even my last piece of pure land will be deprived."

Mingzhe was miserable in his heart, but he still had to move forward after all, and the battle flag had not fallen yet, how could he stop moving.

100,000 unjust souls, the bones are not cold, this hatred is not shared.

All the emotions turned into just one sentence.

Just this sentence is enough.

Yuwen Chengfeng was still in a state of loss of soul and muttered to himself.

Mingzhe heard the general idea of what was going on from just a few words.

The Great Elder Ye Cangnan, a spy of the demon clan, colluded with the prince Sima Tianfeng, causing all the people of Shanhai Pavilion to die in the Battle of Zhennanguan.

None of the disciples of Shanhai Pavilion retreated, and they fought to the death in Nanguan.

Kill to the last soldier.