The dragon has always been in the stream, and in his life, he can't exert much ability, and if the dragon doesn't come out, he will rest, and how much heaven and earth he can swim out depends on the dragon itself.

Paradise, inside the Peach Blossom Valley.

"I didn't expect all this to come so quickly, this prophecy actually ...... It's come true."

"This war is exactly the same as the mural I saw on the Sword Cliff before."

"However, the Descendants of the Silver Dragon have not yet appeared."

"This silver dragon heir? Who is it?"

After Yu Cheng handed over the Longquan Sword now, he only had the ink Jiangnan folding fan that had been with him for a long time in his hand.

Stripped of his gold armor and red clothes, he already looks like an ordinary person who can only cultivate agricultural products.

Compared with the previous scenery, Yu Cheng has long lost his former pride.

I just want to quietly cultivate two acres of land, plant some small greens, raise some fruit trees in the back mountain, catch some fish and shrimp in the river, and live a light life.

But after all, the news that the capital of Chang'an was burned by the fire stimulated the nerves.

"Chang'an City ......"

Yu Cheng looked at the sky stupidly, and was speechless for a while.

The fragmented past has precipitated in Yu Cheng's eyes, and the past has become sparse.

Yu Cheng never thought that Chang'an Capital would become like this after he left.

That uncomfortable feeling is like a fish in the throat, like a stuck in the heart.

The capital of Chang'an can be said to be a capital city that entrusts Yucheng's youth.

Now, it is overwhelmed by the flames of the Anshi Rebellion.

The prosperity is gone, and Kyoto can no longer regain its former prosperity, and all that remains is a pile of broken wood, which makes people sigh.

Yu Cheng's heart was tortured and devastated, but he didn't want to see the former Chang'an capital become the iron hooves of the Hu people.

"Wan'er, I have something I have to do."

Yu Cheng preached.

"Is it the Anshi Rebellion?"

"Well, this war needs me."

「……」

After Tang Wan'er heard this, she pondered a little, the growth of this young man she met in the Zuiyi Laughing Tavern is really amazing.

From an obscure fishing village boy to a high school champion, to the battle in Mobei, galloping on the grassland, and giving the title of Tiance General, in just a few years, these courages and courage are indispensable things in today's world.

Who would have thought that the hairy boy who was not famous in Yujia Village back then could become a famous general?

Is courage the direction that guides him?

"Then go ahead."

Tang Wan'er smiled, she had already recognized this fishing village boy in her heart, from that glance, she should have understood that this young man's heart belonged to the world, not to her.

Perhaps, the only thing Tang Wan'er can do is to support Yu Cheng to do what he wants to do.

This is something Tang Wan'er can understand, but I don't know if the war of the Anshi Rebellion will spread to this paradise, the Peach Blossom Valley.

"Thank you, Wan'er."

Yu Cheng responded with affection, he understood that he might never come back if he went, and he only hoped that Shaoyao and Sijun could grow up happily.

In the future, I can make a contribution to Datang.

Then Yu Cheng smiled indifferently and said:

"Datang, you need my protection, Chang'an, you need my protection, I have to do this, this is my mission."

"Hmm! Go ahead!"

"This time, I have to bet, bet all my glory, to exchange Datang's life!"

"Fish, your heart belongs to this world, and the only thing I can do is to support you."

"Hmm...... It's time for me to go."

Yu Cheng immediately said goodbye to everyone and planned to go to Chang'an Capital alone.

"Master! I'm going too!"

"Don't mess around, Zijian!"

"No nonsense! I am a young man of the Tang Dynasty, the territory of the country, I will

Protect with blood!"

Yu Cheng was a little shocked when he heard this answer.

Is this a phrase that an eighteen or nineteen-year-old can blurt out?

"Alright then, come with me."

"Okay! Master!"

Yu Cheng immediately patted the young man on the shoulder, it seems that the fate of Datang needs young strength.

"Aunt Xu, Uncle Shangguan, Yue'er, Wan'er, please take care of you here!"

Yu Cheng took one last look at Peach Blossom Valley and said calmly.

"Hmm! Yes."

"Brother Yucheng, the peace of the Tang Dynasty is entrusted to you."

「……」

Yu Cheng smiled and didn't make a sound.

Maybe parting is destined to be painful.

"Daddy!"

A little girl, with two pigtails, shouted milkily to Yu Cheng.

"What's wrong, Tiny."

"Daddy, my mother said that you must come back." Yu Sijun said softly.

"Yes, it will."

Yu Cheng continued:

"You and Shaoyao should be good at home, Daddy will come back to accompany you immediately if he wins the battle."

"Okay, that's okay, pull Gou!" Yu Sijun listened to Yu Cheng's answer, stretched out her fleshy little fingers, and bent towards Yu Cheng a few times.

"Hmm! Say yes!"

Seeing this, Yu Cheng pulled up the little girl's little finger, and Yu Cheng would not forget what he promised.

Regarding the names of the two children, in fact, they also have a great origin.

The reason why Yu Cheng chose the name Sijun is more because he misses the old man.

For the word Shaoyao, it is more like Yucheng's ideal when he was young, and he wants to be as young and promising as Emperor Yao when he was young.

Children, sometimes, seem like a kind of sustenance.

A sustenance of hope.

Nominally, parents will invest more emotions in their children.

"Shaoyao, protect your sister!"

Yu Cheng told Yu Shaoyao to say.

"Yes, father, when you return, my sister and mother will be entrusted to me to protect you, this is our manly vow!"

Yu Shaoyao clenched his fists and replied confidently.

"Hmm! This is our manly oath."

Immediately, Yu Cheng slapped his hands towards Yu Shaoyao's small fist.

"That's it...... I protect this Datang, and you protect this family."

"Hmm!"

"Goodbye, everyone!"

Yu Cheng waved his hand and led Xu Zijian to the direction of Chang'an Capital.

Xu Yue'er looked at the backs of these two people and remembered the Chang'an Fireworks Lantern Festival back then, and in a blink of an eye, these two men shouldered the responsibility of saving the world.

Although she is a woman, she still has a heart to serve the country, but unfortunately, she only knows a little medical skills, and nothing else.

「……」

Xu Yue'er could only pray silently, and the two returned safely.

"If it turns into smoke and rain at this moment, I would like to be sincere with the fish for the rest of my life."

"This world, it's still a little chaotic."

"The little boy who was ignorant back then has now grown into a young general who is in charge of himself!"

Tang Wan'er also hopes that this troubled world will end soon.

I heard that the news of Tang Xuanzong's escape has spread throughout Kyushu, and now the people's hearts are scattered, and it is impossible to gather a group of troops in a short time.

And most of the military power is in the hands of An Lushan and Shi Siming.

This time.

Guangling County, Yangzhou.

Inside a dilapidated thatched house.

It was raining continuously.

There was a man with messy hair inside, and if you didn't look closely, you thought this person was a down-and-out beggar.

"It's messy

…… Dead...... Datang is dead......

The man with messy long hair muttered to himself.

Obviously.

He suffered a huge mental blow.

The whole person looked like he was in a trance.

"Is Datang dying......

This person is none other than the saint Du Fu himself in the poem.

"Haha!"

Du Fu laughed a little maniacally.

Unexpectedly, only a few years after leaving Tianfu Chengdu, the world has undergone such great changes.

The Tang Dynasty is now suffering from famine everywhere because of the mutiny, starving to death, dying of disease, and dying of war.

Even Du Fu himself was unfortunately infected with the wind cold, and now his health is getting worse day by day!

"Ahem......

Du Fu's mother Du Haitang also left in this war, which aggravated Du Fu's mental blow, and the whole person was in grief, and this grief was infinitely magnified!

"Haha!"

Du Fu continued to laugh maniacally, the whole person was confused, and there was no spirit at all.

The whole face looked pale, as if it was seriously ill, and there was no trace of blood.

Then Du Fu muttered to himself:

"Persuade guests to make camel's hoof soup, frost orange and orange pressed orange. Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road."

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road!"

"I'm Du Zimei! After all, we can't save the world......

"Ahem......

After saying this, Du Fu coughed up blood again!

He is a whole person, and now his body is very weak, he has seen the time when the Tang Dynasty Furong is full of capital, and he has also seen the Tang Dynasty poets walking everywhere, and he has just seen the weakening and destruction of the Tang Dynasty now!

Du Fu is a person who has experienced the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty!

His poems are full of traces of history!

"I know that my poems will never be as good as Brother Li Bai, but my poems are not fake! This Datang ...... I'm afraid I don't need Du Zimei......

"Haha!"

"Brother Li Bai, Brother Gao Shi......"

"So this is a part...... It's goodbye......

Du Fu smiled and looked at the sky filled with gunpowder smoke in this troubled world, gray, without a trace of light, he did not continue to speak.

He closed his eyes quietly, and his hands hung down heavily.

"Goodbye...... Datang ......"