North Wasteland, Huanglong Yue Jiujiang River.

The river is surging, the yellow dragon is rolling, and the nine songs are continuous, which is a wonder.

There was an old man with white hair and a tattered shearling coat leaning against a large bare tree.

When it is winter, the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and the vast northern wilderness state is full of depression and slaughter.

There was a bonfire burning in front of Lao Suo, and at this moment, he was selflessly playing with the old huqin in his hand, which was also some years old.

He sang the very popular 'Yi Yi Ping' in Beihuang Prefecture, and the composer and lyricist was an unknown old man named Lao Qi, whose specific identity is no longer examinable, but this song is alienated and melancholy, and it is indeed the end of the three words of Yi Yi Yiping.

Not to mention that Lao Suo uses the local dialect of the Northern Wilderness, singing authentically heroic, with the angry waves of the river crashing on the side, the sky is vast for thousands of miles, and it seems that Lao Suo is chic and crazy, which is very unique.

"Zeguo Jiangshan map, the people are happy to be Su. There are wolves outside the gate, and the evil beacon slaughters ten cities......"

"There are fires in the north, and the war has been urging year after year. The wolf-headed overlord is willing to ride the Central Plains ......"

"On the bank of the Shili Wu River, the Son of Heaven guards the country. Fighting to the death, the emperor will hurt the country and ......"

After another ten years, the wolf knocked again. The flying general is a single horse, and the hegemon is ......"

"The wolf's head fell in shock, and ten thousand horsemen did not dare to fight. Hate a barbaric, three days exposed to snow and cold......"

"The flying general is famous all over the world, and there are successors. Towering fire army, bloody battle in Beiyang Pass ......"

"One hundred thousand soldiers died, refusing to retreat. The blood rushes thousands of miles, and the lives are destroyed once ......"

"Poor hero, no one has returned his home. Leave the empty clothes and graves, when will the blood feud be ......"

When it came to the emotional place, Lao Suo couldn't help choking and feeling uncomfortable.

He looked up at the sky, his gray hair fluttering in the cold wind, and snowflakes the size of goose feathers fell from the sky......

This is the first heavy snowfall since the beginning of winter.

The goose-feathered snow fell on the campfire in front of him, and the fire, which had been burning vigorously, gradually began to die.

When Lao Suo witnessed this scene, his eyes turned red!

He seemed to see his old brothers and friends being cut off like insignificant grass in this thousands of miles of wasteland.

Suddenly, he was angry from his heart, and he yelled at the sky with his throat pulled out! He asked the heavens angrily, where is the justice in this world, and where is the righteousness!

"Hey, thief God, are you really going to put out this last fire!?"

"Do you really want to let this spark turn to ashes?"

"Do you really want to let the justice and justice of this world sink into that stinking ditch together, and then you will give up!?"

His friends, brothers, wives and daughters all died in the bloody battle six years ago!

And he is the only one, who survived like a lonely ghost, but he has no interest in life!

He has lost everything, but in exchange for it, all he has is the nameless memorial monuments outside the Imperial Mausoleum of Guanhaizhou!

Who in the world remembers their names?

Who cares about such a terrible fight?

Does anyone remember someone who fought bloodily for them?

No!

The frost leaf state on the other side of the river is still like a warbler singing and dancing, indulging in wine and crazy cups!

For them, so many people died, and it was just a simple number, a terrifying after-dinner chatter.

Lao Suo once heard a group of children of the family who had never settled on the battlefield in the wine shop in Shuangye Prefecture on the other side of the river, talking about the bloody battle six years ago, and was full of contempt for Xu Ji, the commander of the Flowing Fire, and said there that he led the army, and how to reverse the desperate situation in case.

Some people disdain, 100,000 soldiers and thousands of desolate untouchables are not a big deal, they are a great wall of flesh and blood set up by the empire in order to cut off the fire in the north!

Although the entire Northern Wasteland is vast, with millions or even tens of millions of miles, it can be extremely barren, barren and desolate, with strange beasts and beasts raging, and evil monks rampant, so it is not suitable for mortals to recuperate there.

For the sake of the prosperity of their land south of the Yangtze River, they will give it up.

Some people stayed out of the matter, saying that the land south of the Yangtze River was far away from the border beacon fire, and there was the imperial first-class duke Yuwan Duke and his extraordinary army to guard it, which was already indestructible, and this state was the hometown of Li Qingsi, a sword immortal who was unparalleled in the world, and the fire would never burn here.

Some people are silent, although they are full of ambition, full of ambition, unbearable to be in the same stream, and yearn for the strong team that galloped the world back then, but they are helpless, their own strength is slight, but a low-level mortal cultivation, such as the light of fireflies, it is difficult to live up to the great ambition, so they have to put their feelings in the cup, and vent their unhappiness.

Oh, yes...... What was once a glorious legion is now withering and about to be extinguished.

How could this not make him very sad! Resentful!

And yet, so what, everything ...... It's all over!

Just when the old man's heart was like ashes, there was a sudden sound of horses on the other side of the river, and the old man was shocked by the sound of horses, and barely stood up with his rickety and aging figure, but found in vain that there was a pair of people and horses on the vast Huanglongyue Jiujiang River from the distant river bank treading the waves.

Two people and two horses, two people, a man and a woman, are heroic and transcendent, the crotch horse is galloping like electricity, stepping like a meteor white bird, actually stepping on the Yellow Dragon over the Jiujiang so rolling waves, roaring waves, like the wind and rain through the river.

Lao Suo's expression was inexplicably frightened, the water depth of the Huanglong Yue Jiujiang River was unfathomable, the nine curves were linked to eighteen bends, and the river waves were turbulent, even the big ships were difficult to cruise smoothly on it, not to mention the two people and two horses.

He knew very well that those who could walk on the river like this must be extraordinary, and they must be monks who have embarked on the path of cultivation to have such amazing means.

The speed of the two horses was amazing, and they quickly broke through the torrential waves, crossed the river smoothly, and came to the bank of the Beihuangzhou River where Lao Suo was.

The river bank was not far from here, and Lao Suo was about to greet him and take a closer look at what kind of heroes the pair were.

The two men and the two horses also happened to walk towards where he was, and after a while, the two met each other, and the distance was less than a hundred paces, and the old man finally saw the pair of centaurs at close range, and when the old man brushed away the snowflakes in his eyes, the cloudy old eyes reflected a heroic posture that surprised him, but could not help but cheer and excited.

In the wind and snow, that figure stood tall and majestic as always, like a black battle flag that would always stand at the front of the battlefield, no matter how the wind and snow howled, it could not shake him in the slightest.

As in the past, he always carried the black battle flag on his shoulders, led the most powerful sharp cavalry, and charged forward on the front line of the battlefield, and his subordinates had infinite will to fight as long as they could still see this black battle flag fluttering.

Even if he no longer has the black flag on his shoulders, he himself seems to be the majestic battle flag, as long as he is there, it is the black flag, and he is the last front of everyone.

After many years, his voice and appearance are no longer as passionate and high-spirited as they were back then, and too many human winds and frosts have left traces of mottled years on his voice and appearance. But even so, he is still so majestic and majestic, like an exiled monarch, although he is so down, he will never lose the bearing and majesty of a king.

His eyes are as calm as water, his face is delicate and elegant, handsome and elegant, like a handsome young man who sits in the middle of the powerful king on the other side, a humble and noble son. Although he seems to be a little dusty and a little depressed because of the fatigue of the journey, his eyebrows and demeanor still reveal a proud and high-spirited look, like a breeze blowing in the moon, which makes people happy and comfortable, and it is difficult to calm down.

They also saw Lao Suo, and his posture also showed a look of surprise and surprise, and the two of them slowly stopped.

At this moment, Lao Suo's thousands of emotions that had been buried in his heart for a long time could no longer be controlled, and all kinds of tastes came to his heart, and he couldn't help himself for a while, he sobbed, tears spilled on his cheeks, and cried!

"Young marshal...... General Dumbo!! ”

The old man cried and shouted, a handful of snot and a handful of tears, and was about to kneel in front of his horse.

The young man sitting on the horse also had tears in his eyes, and he was extremely emotional. But he was quick-eyed, jumped off his horse at a faster speed, and hurriedly grabbed the old man with his hair full of flowers.

He spoke softly, but with the same tears in his eyes: "I'm back, I'm here to seek justice for those who have gone away." ”

Hearing this, the old man suddenly cried louder, and he could no longer hold back the sorrow and resentment in his heart, which had accumulated in his six years full of resentment and suffering, and at this moment it was like opening the floodgates and releasing water, all of which were vented out.

The souls of the dead who lived in the past finally waited for the one who could make the decision for them.

And at this moment, the Northern Wilderness State, which has been dormant and silent for six years, is about to usher in a big earthquake that has not been seen for a long time again, and this big earthquake will last for a long, long time......

Until the whole world is clear!