Tens of thousands of troops began to set off in the early morning of the second day when the sky was slightly bright, according to the holy decree, all the way to travel for many days, through Caizhou to Ezhou, after settling the army, Yue Fei was going to Lin'an to face the saint.

This arrangement is obviously intentional, and all the generals in the army are indignant about it, and they are all suppressed by Yue Fei in the end, in fact, there is nothing wrong with this arrangement, it is impossible for the front-line generals to enter Beijing with tens of thousands of troops, so that there will be many suspicions, and it will not be beautiful at that time.

During the march, the people who passed by knew that the Yuejia army dared to fight and fight, but it was a pity that the world had not recovered and had to wave its army south, leaving a lot of suffering that could only be solved in what year and month.

Therefore, the people they met all looked sideways and cried loudly.

Yue Fei looked at it from afar, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, but he had no choice but to follow the holy decree to return to the court, otherwise he would be accused of immortality, and he himself did nothing, but he thought that the tens of thousands of troops in the army who had followed him in the southern and northern wars for many years could not let them bear the charge of resisting the decree with him.

Maybe even Yue Fei himself didn't expect that losing this opportunity would bring a lifetime of regret.

Everyone has to make some key choices, and those choices sometimes determine which direction you want to go, whether to be a loyal servant or to complete your life's work?

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Luo Bei sat on the grass, curled his legs, watched the sunset for a long time, and the horizon falling from the high mountains seemed to be only brief in the blink of an eye.

He sighed a little in his heart, time is really wonderful, sometimes long, sometimes so short.

The barracks not far away seemed to be still busy, he knew that everyone was preparing to pull out the battalion, and he could also feel the unwillingness in the hearts of every soldier, but no one stood up to deny Yue Fei's choice, because they knew that such a choice must be more unwilling for Yue Fei than any of them.

Killing was still here just now, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared again, he seemed to have very little on his mind, so it seemed more pure, not mixed with thoughts, maybe one day he could really achieve the Great Dao.

"I don't know what happened to Master Wu'an?" Luo Bei remembered the master's compassionate face before parting and his heart like a purifying being.

By this time, the sun had gradually set, leaving only a blush in his eyes.

He sighed a little, he had seen the sunset on Qixia Mountain, and he had also sat in the courtyard of Zhuxian Town and watched the world, the world was still too big for him at that time, and he didn't know what he was to the world.

Until one day, when he saw blood that was more bright red than the sunset, and saw the blood gushing out of a person's chest, and heard those cries of pain, he finally understood that the same sunset was different in the eyes of different people, or the same people at different times.

The blood-colored sunset is beautiful, but sometimes it can also mean misery.

Thinking of this, Luo Bei couldn't help but be a little confused, although he vaguely knew that there was a strange power in his body, but he still couldn't figure out what this power was and where it came from?

Why does it get ready to move every time it encounters blood? Could it be that it is secretly longing for something?

He almost vividly remembered the gazes of the golden soldiers on the battlefield looking at him, and he saw despair in those eyes, which people can only have when they are clearly faced with death and there is nothing they can do

of despair.

At that time, he was like a god of death in the eyes of the other party, how terrible this feeling was for a teenager!

Luo Bei shook his head, and his heart was desolate.

Maybe he was so distracted by things that he didn't even feel that someone was standing next to him.

"The sunset is beautiful, but infinitely closer to night......"

Luo Bei looked up and saw a tall figure, slowly sitting down, sitting next to him, probably because he didn't sleep well, his face was a little pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were many gray hairs on his temples.

"Uncle Yue......" Seeing Yue Fei sitting calmly and quietly beside him, he almost exclaimed, perhaps out of awe of Yue Fei, or out of distress when he saw the many gray hairs between his temples.

Yue Fei gently patted him on the shoulder, telling him not to make a fuss and sit down.

"It's been more than 10 years, and I've never been able to calm down and see what the sun looks like when it goes down like today!"

Yue Fei looked at the sunset that was gradually falling into the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Yes, over the years, he has either sat alone in the big tent to study the book of war, or commanded the army before the battle, he has seen too many lives and deaths, and has encountered too many victories and defeats, only missing the calm state of mind back then.

"When Marshal Zong Ze died regrettably in the north, I stayed by his side, and made an oath from then on, I must recover the rivers and mountains in this life, although it was a young and vigorous promise, I have never dared to forget it all these years......"

"It seems that it is really not easy to do something in life, no matter how big or small, no matter whether you win or lose, just like I have finished Yan Wushu, who can be regarded as victorious? This cannot be compared and described by how many enemies are killed......

He calmly recounted the regret in his heart, without the pride of competing with the sun and the moon, and without the discouragement of no more victory after defeat, as if it was the earnest teaching of the elders to the younger generations.

Yue Fei suddenly turned his head to look at Luo Bei, the kind gaze in his eyes made Luo Bei both grateful and a little overwhelmed, as if he had done something wrong back then, and when facing his mother's kind gaze, he always felt that his careful thoughts were completely out of sight.

In his young mind, such a gaze was indeed sharper than his father's stern gaze.

"Luobei, do you have any regrets in your heart?" Yue Fei asked Luobei as soon as he finished talking about the regrets in his life.

Luo Bei was stunned, he didn't expect him to ask himself like this.

He didn't know how to say it, but his eyes couldn't hide his thoughts, and he began to become hollow.

After a long time, he said slowly, "Maybe there is......"

Yue Fei didn't ask, but still smiled kindly.

"There are regrets in life, this is never to blame, it's like the sunset is beautiful, but it will always go down...... But no matter how dark it is tonight, don't forget the bright sunshine that existed before that, after which the darkness will pass and the light will shine into every household again!"

Luo Bei looked at Yue Fei with wide eyes, and he didn't understand what these words meant for a while.

Yue Fei smiled, smiling very mysteriously, perhaps seeing the confusion in Luo Bei's eyes, but he didn't explain, but slowly took out something from his arms.

This thing was wrapped in a yellow tarpaulin, and then he took Luo Bei's hand and handed it over to Luo Bei with his own hands.

"Luobei, Uncle Yue is going to lead a large army and settle down

After everything, I have to go to Lin'an to meet the emperor, and before that, I want to entrust you with one thing......"

Luo Bei carefully held the buttercloth that Yue Fei handed in his hand, and suddenly felt that this entrustment was so heavy.

"Go all the way south, detour to Zhiyang Mansion, find a temple, called Xuanqing Temple, hand over this thing to the abbot Master Ranran, and then all the actions are according to the master's words, and finally keep the master's parting words in mind, and go to Lin'an to meet......"

"Uncle Yue thinks about it, this matter can only be handed over to you, Luobei, are you willing to take this trip for Uncle Yue?"

Luo Bei looked at Yue Fei's kind and somewhat pale cheeks, and his calm and pleading tone made Luo Bei almost want to cry.

Yue Fei stretched out his big hand and touched Luo Bei's head, and said in a desolate voice: "It's a pity that Uncle Yue has fought all his life, but there are too few things that can be taught to you, if only your master was still here......"

Luo Bei said sadly: "Uncle Yue...... I...... I ......"

There were tears in his eyes, and he couldn't even say a word, Luo Bei felt extremely uncomfortable at the moment, after so many life and death partings, he didn't expect to say goodbye to Yue Fei, who was like an elder, today.

"It's okay, Uncle Yue will be fine, your life is still very long, and it will naturally get better and better, just like the morning sun, as long as you remember, no matter what you have encountered, don't carry too much, you will get better......"

Yue Fei stroked Luo Bei's head while looking at the sky, the look in his eyes became unexpected and long.

The horn of the army finally sounded, and after tonight, Yue Fei was about to say goodbye to this war-torn land, where there were too many memories, blood and tears, life and death.

The scenes still seem to be in front of him, maybe in the many midnight dreams in the future, he and they will remember those familiar faces, but unfortunately, they are here forever.

In the city at night, the sparse candle flame is like a lonely star in the night sky.

A battle of life and death, with the lives of many soldiers in exchange for the temporary tranquility here, even if it was facing the more than 200,000 troops of the Jin Kingdom with tens of thousands of horses, Yue Fei never took half a step back.

Hundreds of thousands of people looked at the night, tears rolling in their eyes, and they will always remember those young faces, remember the banner forged with blood.

It was that group or a group of people who had fought their last breath to hold their home, and thirty miles outside the city, where there had been rivers of blood and corpses.

In the pine forest not far from Zhuxian Town, the mounds looked at each other lonely, under the same sky, they stayed forever, watching everything in the world.

There is no hatred here, and there is no struggle on the line of life and death, only quiet, quiet to the bone.

There was a grave with not a single weed on it, but a few saplings planted next to it.

Obviously, there are people here who clean up and take care of it all the time.

A woman in old clothes sat in front of the door of the grass hut, looked at the sky, took out a bamboo flute from her arms and blew it slowly, and the room was whispering in a child's dream.

Everything seems to be quiet again, but who knows how many turbulent waves are gathering strength behind this world, and at which midnight it will come.

The clouds are rising and the sun is sinking, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings......

Pedestrians don't ask about the past, so the east of the country comes to Weishui......

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