Like most soldiers killed on the battlefield, Yang Zaixing was also buried in a pine forest not very far from Zhuxian Town, where both generals and ordinary soldiers were left with only a handful of loess, a tombstone without an inscription.

Many people in the army came here to say goodbye and bury him with their own hands, the scars on Yang Zaixing's body were cleaned up, replaced with new armor, and even his cold spear was buried in the grave together, Dong Xian said that if there is an afterlife, he is likely to become an outstanding battlefield general.

It is said that since Yang Zaixing died in battle, his mount chased the wind and did not enter, like a lover who was about to be martyred, from time to time let out a terrible hiss, it lost weight very quickly, and no longer lived up to the appearance of galloping on the battlefield with Yang Zaixing.

After saying goodbye, Dong Xian returned to the barracks with countless soldiers, after all, in front of the two armies, everything was changing rapidly, so there was no room for them to immerse themselves in sadness.

Wan Yutang took Luobei to the pine forest, and Kill also followed him, and in the past few days, Kill saw that Luo Bei had relatives, so he rarely spoke and stopped bothering him.

Walking outside the forest, Wan Yutang stopped, watching Luobei walk in, Kill wanted to follow, but was also stopped by Wan Yutang.

"Let him go on his own, maybe there is a lot to talk between them......"

There was no force to kill, and Wan Yutang watched Luo Bei carry a wine jar and step into the barren woods step by step.

The path to the woods was trodden by many footprints, and everywhere, including the graves, was covered with withered yellow thatch.

It's no surprise that such a place looks barren, and who is alive who comes here often?

In the early morning, the fog gradually dissipates as soon as the sun rises.

But there was still a lot of dew left between the wild grass and dead leaves, which made the whole road slippery, and the road was not very long, but it seemed to be extremely long and laborious to walk.

The injuries on his body are almost healed, but along the way, every time he thinks of Yang Zaixing's vivid appearance, he can't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart.

The wine jar he was carrying in his hand swayed, like the pendulum of an ancient bell that kept shaking, and sometimes it touched Luo Bei's legs, so he carried it higher.

There are too many large and small graves in the forest, some are neatly arranged, and some seem to be chaotic with each other.

The new graves became old graves, and then many new graves were added.

Such peculiar cycles are not new in pine forests.

Yang Zaixing's grave is easy to find because, in addition to the newly filled loess, there are several pine saplings planted around it.

Wan Yutang told him that Yang Zaixing has always liked to be lively, so in addition to the soldiers buried around him, he filled in a few small trees around, and after a few years, these pine trees will leave green shade, and then they can easily find this one from thousands of tombs.

Luo Bei stopped in front of the grave and looked up at the path that winded out of the woods, for at the end of the road he saw two figures, one tall and one short.

He knew that it was the Mu Xinrui sister and brother who stood in the distance and looked out and never approached.

Maybe she didn't want the soldiers to find out, although no one asked or blamed her, but she couldn't get over it in her heart.

She always thought that she had killed Yang Zaixing completely.

Luo Bei shook his head and said softly:

"What's the trouble!"

After a sigh, he did not look into the distance again, but sat down directly and sat down in front of the grave.

He picked up a handful of freshly filled loess, in addition to the ** breath left by the dead leaves, there was also a little residual warmth.

Covering the loess on the grave, he lowered his eyes and said for a long time: "Brother Yang, I'm here to see you off for the last time......"

He couldn't help but think of the day after the death of the master on Qixia Mountain, he buried the master with Zhuo Xiaochan, and when he said goodbye at the end, the emotion of the aqua-green figure that had been silent suddenly broke out.

The master is dead, Sister Xiao Cicada is also dead, Master Wu'an, the chief of the bitter bamboo road, and the young general Yang Zaixing, all left him one by one.

Luo Bei suddenly discovered that the people he had known over the years had died so much.

"Isn't it that I shouldn't have a division commander or a friend in my life, so you won't die!"

Although such an idea was ridiculous, he couldn't help but think about it.

A few small pine trees swayed slightly in the wind.

"Are you laughing again, I'm thinking too much, and I'm too self-inflicted?"

Luo Bei picked up the pot of wine, shook it in his hand, and said, "It's a pity that I've known each other for so long, and I haven't had a drink together......"

"The life you said you wanted to pay back has been returned, but there is no news of the wine I said I wanted you to invite, so I have to bring it myself to invite you, so I will treat it as if I owe you......"

As he spoke, his nose became sore, but he still held back and didn't let the tears flow, because he knew that Yang Zaixing had never liked tears, especially men's tears.

Sometimes, parting is a rain, you are under the umbrella and I am in the rain;

Sometimes, parting is a letter, and I read it while you read it;

Sometimes, parting is a tear, in your eyes and in my heart;

Sometimes, parting is a tomb, you are in and I am outside;

Nowadays, parting is a pot of wine, you take a sip and I take a sip;

After that, parting is a dream, you are in the dream and I am outside the dream.

......

Luo Bei poured the wine into the earth, and a smell of wine rose, drilling into his body from his nose, and he could feel the rich aroma of wine.

Then, he put the jar to his lips and took a small sip.

When the wine entered his throat, it immediately turned into a blazing fire, spreading from his throat to every part of his body with a burning sensation, and at that moment, he felt as if his body had become extremely inflated.

After a burst of coughing, Luo Bei seemed to have eased up a bit, but his face was still flushed.

"I thought good wine would be easier to swallow, but I didn't expect ......" he coughed a few more times, and he muttered to himself.

I remember the last time I drank with Qin Xi, it was also the night in the barracks, the firelight illuminated everyone's eyes, and the cheerfulness at that time really didn't make him feel much of the cruelty of the war, until now, he understood that the taste of wine was really the same as the tragedy of war, and it was difficult to swallow at all.

However, there are still many people who are going forward.

They naturally know that the taste of wine is extremely spicy, but after numbness, there will be a wonderful feeling of detachment from the cruel reality, even if it is just an illusion, after all, they can temporarily forget the coldness in front of them.

Of course, this method of buying drunk can't heal the scars on the heart, but the taste of pain is more real, so even if it's just numbness, it can still make many people rush to it.

Luo Bei, who choked on the first sip of wine, almost ate everything he ate yesterday

Spit it out, but after the second and third bites, he felt more comfortable.

Some people say that when wine is sad, it will turn into tears, but Luo Bei did not shed tears, and he began to laugh.

"Brother Yang, this is my invitation to drink, but I didn't expect to let me drink alone, the wine was not very good at first, but I didn't expect it to be pretty good after drinking too much......"

Luo Bei stood up, holding the wine jar in his hand and swaying, as if he would fall down at any moment.

People who haven't drunk alcohol don't know what a hangover feels like, but when they drink too much, they forget whether they're awake or drunk.

"We go to the battlefield together, we kill jackals together, we protect our fathers and mothers together......"

"I always thought that as long as my martial arts were higher, I could protect the people I wanted to protect, and I wouldn't lose so many ...... But actually, I can't do anything......"

"It was you who made me understand that a person can be so brave, can be fearless in the face of thousands of enemies, and can protect the world with the power of one person...... Brother Yang...... If...... If only you didn't die......"

Luo Bei covered his chest with his hands and coughed incessantly, but he still couldn't help but want to take a few more sips, and then spit out the grief that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

I don't know if the pain in my heart has been alleviated or because of the effect of the power of the wine, Luo Bei spread out his hands, and the wine jar naturally fell to the ground, and the wine spilled out of the jar and flowed into the soil.

Luo Bei, who was a little drunk, seemed to have forgotten everything, but when he saw his palms, he seemed to see a pool of blood.

The bright red color blindfolded his eyes, and he realized that he might be drunk, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood coming out of his eyes.

"Of course it's tears, how can there be blood in the eyes!" he said, his heart beating fast, but he tried to tell himself.

However, it is obviously the color of blood red, how can it be tears?

He found that the lies he had consoled himself were just too ridiculous.

He saw with his own eyes that the spear pierced through his chest, and the blood suddenly blurred his vision, as if there was more blood coming out of the ground.

"Do you know who you are?"

A sneering voice suddenly appeared.

"You are a rare killing god for thousands of years, fate will take you to the highest place in the world, let these despicable beings bow down at your feet, and let the blood drown the original mountain......"

Before the voice could finish speaking, Luo Bei covered his ears with his hands and shouted loudly: "Who are you, who are you?"

"Who am I......"

"I'm the one who helped you deal with countless enemies, and I'm the one who gives you strength every time you become weak, if it weren't for me, you might have died a few times......"

Luo Bei was shocked, and couldn't help but seem to remember something, but he still couldn't believe that those vaguely cruel pictures were real.

"No...... That's you, not me......"

The voice in my heart began to laugh.

"I am you, you are me......"

Luo Bei was lying on the ground, lying in front of the grave, his blurry eyes, vaguely looking at the confused sky above his head.

Maybe it was because he was drunk that he was hallucinating, and his mind was also confused.

Now, he just wants to sleep quietly, and when he wakes up, he wants everything to be calm again.

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