The third box was opened, and inside were some girls' toys, some small ceramic dolls, some plastic flowers, a cowhide drum, a trumpet instrument and many other gadgets. The workmanship is very meticulous and very charming, just like an ordinary Central Plains woman. There is also a scroll in the suitcase. When he opened his eyes, Agudam was surprised to see Tang Yu, Song Wan'er touched him lightly on the head, laughing, and Tang Yu's face had a fever.

He is clearly depicted in the scroll. The faint smile and raised sword eyebrows are very realistic. They are even three times more beautiful than real people. The man in the photo uses his unique "3000 water hammer" technique, but instead of that 3-foot thick ice, his hand is a bunch of white wildflowers.

"She hated war from a young age. How could she love swords? The white wildflowers, like her, are simple, and can only fly with the wind. Song Wan'er said gently.

Next to the portrait, there are four poems that read: "If you raise the dust on the road, and the concubine floats and sinks in different directions, when will they meet?" These two are each other's masters. After all, it is impossible to combine the so-called sense of honor. However, Tang Yu was born free-spirited and arrogant. In his excitement, he asked Agudamu for ink and wrote four lines under the poem of the Jibchu River.

"There are beauties who don't forget when they see them. They don't see them for a day. They're going to go crazy!"

This is the score that the phoenix seeks to burn, and the harmony between the harp and the harp. At least, it didn't disappoint her hard work, but I still have someone else in my heart.

In the evening, a bonfire was lit by the lake. The women danced and sang beautiful songs. The atmosphere was very pleasant. Song Wan'er and Tang Yu were very confused.

Mu Ren ordered the people to leave the fireworks and let Tang Yu set them on fire. Tang Yu said he was not willing to do anything. The Djibchu River recently passed away. It's not the same as celebrating. She has made so many sacrifices for you. It's too late to grieve. How did it turn into a celebration?

Makihito explained the origin to him. Before the voluntary sacrifice of the Buchu River in Ji, Yirut was a very poor nomadic people. People have suffered all kinds of suffering in the world. They thought they must have done something to make the Divine angry, and they were punished by the Heavens.

Death is exactly what God thinks the painful judgment of this person has come and that he can return to God and enjoy endless happiness. So when everybody dies, that's when he's the happiest, so everybody is happy for him, set off fireworks for him. The Budchu River of Ji gave up love and everything for the sake of this people. She was never happy. Now that the gods have finally brought her daughter back to her, she can finally escape human suffering and attain lasting happiness.

Tang Yu was shocked in his heart, in this troubled era, in fact, the people of the Great Song Dynasty are also average, many people are really better than death, isn't it a relief when they die.

Ji Di Buchu River obviously has a child's heart, but she is asked to do something that is difficult for adults to do. She obviously needs love, but she has to give love. Survival is indeed the greatest torture for her.

Tang Yu finally nodded in agreement. Fireworks were lit. The vast sky is full of strange colors.

Suddenly, there was a wail. A horse as white as silver rushed into the crowd and crashed into Tang Yu frantically. Agudammu stepped forward and grabbed the reins of the white horse.

The white horse neighed and stood straight with its feet off the ground. Agudammu took a dagger from his waist and placed it around the horse's neck.

"No way!" Song Wan'er couldn't help but exclaim, but the dagger had already passed through the horse's neck.

A stream of blood gushed out from the white horse's neck, staining the withered wildflowers red, and the white horse knelt down in front of his pants, without struggling, and slowly died, even the murderous Tang Yu couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"Ji," said Suhe, a horse of the Buchu River, softly.

On Muren's orders, Agudammu led four young men to dig a deep hole four feet square under the withered wildflowers and the blood of white horses. Then he put the white horse into the cave and motioned for Tang Yu to put everything in the Jibuchu River. Tang Yu respectfully put the three suitcases into the hole, thought for a while, sighed, put the dzi around his neck, and put it into the hole together. With a force of his hand, he filled the hole with mud.

When the soil was filled, Tang Yu secretly prayed: "Amur, Ling Fei, I hope you can fly freely like a swan in the next life." ”。 Don't be a person. Being a human being is really cruel to you!"

Agudammu jumped on a good horse, and then four others jumped on the horse. No horses run back and forth in the holes filled with dirt until the dirt hardens. Although Song Wan'er and his wife did not understand, they thought that it might be a custom of Yirut.