Yes!

How squeamish is the white horse galloping in this city? If an ordinary person gets one of them, he will definitely regard it as a treasure.

How majestic and heroic is this son on a white horse? Which one is not a father and mother with the blood of his father, and which one is not a big husband who bears the order of honoring the ancestors and passing on the lineage?

Every white horse, every son, has their own touching story, and they can write a heart-wrenching book, but they have never mentioned it to anyone.

No one even knows who they are or what their names are.

It may also be because of their names, each of which deserves to be remembered, but the memory of the world who is good at forgetting is really limited, and there are too few people who can remember it. So, they were given an exclusive name:

- And the state of the white horse!

The mountains and rivers move, facing the sky. Own white horse to make up for the cracks in the sky!

This time the white horse, can it still mend the crack?

Liu Yufeng in consciousness didn't know. It's just that in the face of these white horses, who know that there is no return, and still regard death as home, something happened in his consciousness, which made him begin to meditate, ponder, and question.

One is that there are tens of millions of sentient beings between heaven and earth, why does the responsibility of protecting the land and defending the country fall on this white horse, which is only tens of thousands?

In front of the black horseman, who claimed to be a million, although the white horse out of the customs was brave and fearless, it was like a stone ox entering the sea after all. There is no return!

After all, it is difficult for the grasshopper to shake the tree!

After all, the mantis arm is difficult to stop the car!

Liu Yufeng, who was in consciousness, saw the one riding a white horse in the first place, and while running forward, he waved his gun with his arms and looked back at the city pass.

On the way from the pass, except for the white horse that came out of the pass, it was empty.

Liu Yufeng looked at the white horse that rode back and smiled slightly.

That smile, laughing desolately, laughing desperately.

The smile makes the whole body cold.

"100,000 troops deserted! Where is my big Song boy! Where is my big Song boy! Where is my big Song boy!"

Don't look over the head of that white horse, don't look back.

Only look up to the sky and roar.

After a roar, the vibrating spear was swung out, killing more than a dozen people in a row. Go straight into the black armor.

Some black armor heard the long whistle of the white horse, and replied with a smile: "There is no boy in the Great Song Dynasty!"

"There are no boys, but there are also daughters! The land of the Han family has been cultivated for thousands of years, how can the Hu people be allowed to die recklessly!"

The one who rode on the white horse jumped up like a giant rabbit, and immediately the white armor and the cold face and horizontal eyes were like a flying general.

The silver spear in his hand passed by, the spear was like snow, and the black armor that answered had already been picked off the horse by the white armor.

Where is the big Song boy?

In this land of the Han Dynasty, there are tens of millions of men, but now there are women shouting in the midst of thousands of troops: Where are the men of the Great Song Dynasty!

Where is the big Song man!

This land with the champion Hou Yin Mahan River, the wolf Juxu, Zhang Qian's exit from the stop, Xuanzang's eastward crossing, and the general's three arrows to set the Tianshan Mountain, when did a woman need to fight bravely to be the first and go into battle to kill the enemy?

That day, I left my grandmother and went to stay by the Yellow River at dusk, and I didn't hear the voice of my grandmother calling her daughter, but I heard the splashing of the Yellow River's Mulan, which was just a folk song of Yuefu made up by the literati of the Northern Dynasties.

The east city buys a horse, the west market buys a saddle sheath, the south market buys a bridle, and the north market buys a long whip from the apocryphal Mulan, but it is just because the grandfather has no eldest son, Mulan has no eldest brother, and he is willing to be a saddle horse for the city, and from then on he will fight for the master.

When did it become a levy for the world?

What kind of world is this?

The flowing jade feng in his consciousness inexplicably saw a magnificent court with the power of the world from the blood-colored sky.

In the court, the hall is full of civil and military affairs.

The Son of Heaven elbowed a colorful parrot and sat upright with a smile. A leisurely and comfortable look.

A minister held a bamboo wat in his hand and said: "Your Majesty, the Hu people are going south, and the wolf smoke in the state has risen, if you don't rescue, the three passes may be broken." ”

The Son of Heaven hurriedly hugged the parrot on his elbow into his arms, fearing that it would be frightened.

Long Yan was slightly moved, and said in a deep voice: "Abandon the city, abandon the city, abandon the city! Let Wang Baima abandon the city!"

This court hall appeared on the battlefield. Complement the battlefield.

Abandon the city, abandon the city, abandon the city!

What an ironic picture?

What a heart-wrenching picture?

Liu Yufeng in consciousness closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it. He couldn't stand it anymore. I just want to erase these images in my mind!

It's just that Liuyufeng, who closed his eyes, couldn't close his ears.

He can't see it, but he can hear it.

He heard a woman among the thousands of horses shouting: "This mouth, I respect heaven and earth—"

Liu Yufeng opened his eyes.

He saw the white armor that roared just now, and there was no white horse under his crotch.

The white horse fell in a pool of blood not far behind Bai Jia.

Bai Jia has no white horse, but his feet are still moving forward.

In her hand, at some point, there was an extra gourd full of wine.

It was she who raised the gourd and shouted to the sky: "This mouthful, I respect heaven and earth!"

I drank it in one gulp and laughed wildly. Wave your guns like a raindown, kill dozens of enemies, and continue to push forward.

After walking more than ten steps, the white armor raised the gourd that never left his body for the second time: "This mouthful, I respect the king!"

If the king who sucks the parrot in the court hears this, will he shoot down the gourd in the hand of the white armor?

After taking a sip of the spirit, Bai Jia didn't immediately laugh. Just because there was an arrow in the chest of the white armor.

Bai Jia's figure paused slightly, and he took a few steps back. That's when he burst out laughing.

There were arrows raining down in the air.

There are guns in front of you.

The white armor still moved forward.

Blood poured from her chest, and she didn't look down.

"This mouthful, I respect my father!"

The third sip of the liquor was drunk, and Bai Jia only drank without laughing. Like a swimming dragon, people and guns pass everywhere, breaking three gun formations in a row, but two arrows are not in the white armor...

The third arrow shoots off the white armor.

The long hair on the white armor's head fell like a waterfall.

Just waist-high.

The crumbling white armor slammed into the ground with a gun. Don't let the body with three sharp arrows fall.

Tilt your head slightly and look behind you with your peripheral vision.

It seems to be looking back at the homeland and country that are still safe and sound, as well as the old people.

It also seems to be looking back at every step taken in this life.

"It's... One bite, I... Respect yourself!"

Liu Yufeng, who was in consciousness, looked at the long hair in white armor, fluttering in the black clouds, and the blood in his mouth gushed out one by one, and slowly drank the fourth sip of wine.

This sip of wine, Bai Jia drank it indifferently.

Drink relieved.

Drink it naturally.

seems to be telling everything in the world that in this life, she is worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of kings, and worthy of her parents.

More worthy of yourself.

Liu Yufeng only kept hissing in his heart: "Don't drink, don't drink, don't drink, don't drink, don't drink, reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming..."

Liu Yufeng almost raised his head to the sky and roared wildly like that white armor.

But no matter how he screamed, how he roared, how unwilling, he couldn't stop it from happening.

It can't be reversed.

"Why! Why! Why! Why are the loyal and righteous slaughtered? Why are the true heroes and heroes not to die well! Why! Why! Why is this happening..."

Liu Yufeng kept asking.

Ask the sky, ask the earth, ask yourself!

Ask everything in the world, ask about every grass and tree.

Ask the underground ghost, and ask the heavenly immortal.

"Why is this happening?

Liu Yufeng's voice was hoarse as he asked, and the picture he saw kept surging like a tide with his consciousness. But no matter how Liu Yufeng asked, Liu Yufeng couldn't get an answer.

No one was able to answer.

In Liu Yufeng's consciousness dream, apart from himself, only the questioner remained. How can a questioner be a puzzle solver?

The questioner is only a guide and a guide, but not a gentleman or a teacher who can answer all questions.

Asking questions and answering questions is a method of teaching that makes the teachee lose the ability to think independently. It's a lot of harm!

Liu Yufeng, who was frantically questioning in his consciousness, felt a sense of despair like the white armor of thousands of troops. This feeling is more unbearable than the feeling of being chased and killed by traitors and having to die in the world.

The end of the world is just a death.

This kind of despair is that you can't die, and you can't survive.

Liu Yufeng didn't want to die. Four hundred and ninety-seven people had already died for him, how could he die?

Those who died for him, each of them was a great hero and true husband who stood up to the sky, was chivalrous and brave, and had the world in mind.

There are even great masters like the Mo family who are famous for eternity.

Liu Yufeng wants to live. He wanted to live well for those who died for himself, but he couldn't wake up.

Liu Yufeng has thought about why so many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for him, and let him live. But Liu Yufeng didn't come up with an answer.

I didn't come up with an answer, so I didn't think about it.

It wasn't until the man hiding in the dream forced him to keep him in the dream and prevent him from waking up that he began to meditate.

It's a pity that Liu Yufeng still can't think of it.

Liu Yufeng doesn't blame the person in the dream, only blames himself.

Four hundred and ninety-seven people have died for him, but he doesn't know how many people have lived for him.

To put it more thoroughly, he still doesn't know what he lived for. I don't know what it means to be alive.

Why is it the so-called innate Dao heart, why can it sleepwalk in the Spring and Autumn Period for 2,000 years, better than the reincarnation of the gods?

Judging from Liu Yufeng's current situation, he is not as good as an ordinary person who is content with the status quo.

Liu Yufeng's questioning voice became smaller and weaker. It seems that an old man has lost his strength after a brief outburst.

But Liu Yufeng was still asking in a whisper. Still asking yourself.

He didn't ask.

He also wanted to figure out how many people had died for him, and how many people could live for him? He also wanted to figure out the meaning of being born with a Dao heart and sleepwalking in the Spring and Autumn Period for two thousand years. Don't let those people die in vain.

I don't want anyone to die for him anymore.

The white armor that drank four sips of wine in Liu Yufeng's consciousness disappeared into the thousands of troops.

The city pass is broken.

The wolf flag that was planted.

Black armor is like a vast army of ants, spreading from outside the gate to inside the pass. Everywhere they passed, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the sun and moon were without light.

It is said that the country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring and grass. The truth is that the country is broken, and the mountains and rivers are also broken.

It's just a beacon smoke that you can't see at a glance.

Liu Yufeng, who was in consciousness, looked at the rippling picture in front of him like a wave weakly, and gave birth to an unprecedented thought.

That idea was bold.

To put it nicely, it is called a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

To put it mildly, it is called not knowing the height of the sky, and not knowing how many catties and taels you have.

Liu Yufeng has read all the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child, and is well versed in the golden mean and understands the principle of humility. It's just that now, he is extremely convinced of the idea that was born.

At the beginning of the sword standing on the top of the Heavenly Mountain, looking at Liu Yufeng sitting cross-legged, his dry and stiff cheeks suddenly twitched.

A stream of golden light True Qi burst into flames from Liuyu Feng's remaining flesh.

The scene of the shattered mountains and rivers disappeared from Liu Yufeng's consciousness. The darkness that could not be seen reappeared in Liu Yufeng's dream.

In the dream, Liu Yufeng shouted frantically around: "I know, I know, I know..."

"You come out, you come out, you come out! You come out for me! I know, I know how many people live for me, I know, I know everything. Come out of here—"