"Are you alright?"

Looking at Wan Er, who was moving in the sunset, Ning Qingwei said worriedly.

His figure was all endless loneliness, and the sunset sprinkled on him like fire, reflecting his figure as red as the sky, as if he was willing to burn him to ashes.

Wan Er didn't look back, just like that, feeling the pain of the wound, farther and farther away, farther and farther away.

Sometimes, it is also a kind of happiness to be able to feel pain, after all, some people do not even have this qualification.

Everywhere Wan Er passed, the voice of the Great Commander was endless, making him a little in a trance, as if the world of Buddhism was just a dream, and all of this was a dream.

It's only one year in total, and this year has happened so much, compared to it, his previous twenty years seem to have been wasted.

Falling to the ground several times, Wan Er still struggled to get up, his body was covered with mud, and someone wanted to help him, but he flatly refused.

A word of inquiry, he asked to go to see Fang Qihou, to see those dead soldiers, I don't know if I can send them on their last journey.

In a big tent, everyone in Quzhou sat around, except for Wan Er, everyone else had already arrived, and even the stupid Huang Qi'er did not let go.

"Tell the military advisor, the commander is back. While they were all pondering, a soldier came and said.

"Where?"

Hearing his words, Zhao Tianlang stood up suddenly, with an excited face, and said, he didn't know how long he had been waiting for this sentence.

"In ...... In the ......"

The soldier lowered his head and spat for a long time, but only said one word.

"Grind and chirp, like a girl, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will give you a machete. ”

Looking at his appearance, before the others could speak, Li Dagou couldn't help but scold.

Before, after sending Wanji in, he had been waiting at the door, waiting, from the sun just rising, until the sun was about to wane, but there was still no figure of Wanji.

He couldn't stand it now, he couldn't help but walk in after saying something for so long.

Where is there half a figure, Mo Zizhai, Wan Er, Ning Qingwei, not even a single hair, three big living people, just disappeared under his nose.

This frightened him, if something really happened to Wan Er, he would definitely have nothing to do with him, and he would not be eaten alive.

So, he hurriedly told Yang Liuqing the news.

After beating and scolding him, Yang Liuqing told Zhao Tianlang about the incident again, and scolded him again.

The scolded Li Dagou has no temper, he can only pretend to be a grandson, Yang Liuqing is also implicated, there is no way, who let him stand up to such an unreliable brother.

Now that there is news about Waner, the soldier raised by the turtle son of a bitch still refuses to say anything, which makes him not angry.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhao Tianlang asked, not angry.

Don't really say it, he just loves Li Dagou when he speaks, this momentum is not determined by the voice, the key is the temperament.

"The Great Commander, the Great Commander, he went to the place where General Fang was buried, the soldiers and horses. ”

The soldier lowered his head and said, you can imagine what happened next.

"You are so bold, you don't know how to stop it? So many people, could it be that they all eat dry food?" Fu Junqing was furious, slapped the table and stood up, his handsome face was flushed, and the thin scars that day were particularly eye-catching.

A burst of verbal criticism, all of them are angry, now, what is the situation of Waner, almost his own life is not guaranteed, just washed and woke up, there is kung fu such as caring about others?

If something really happens, you don't need to look at it, just bury it there and keep it every day, wouldn't it be better.

If you have the opportunity, when you have nothing to do, you can still talk and brag about it, which is really happy.

"How did he know where it was?" Wang Zhili asked, picking up the flask, taking a sip.

"Inquire all the way. ”

The soldier replied that since this was already the case, there was nothing to hide.

Next, naturally, it was the same scene as just now, and even more intense, and the spitting stars could drown him.

If words could turn into a sword, then he must have been slashed by a thousand knives by now.

Let's talk about our Ten Thousand Commanders.

Now, he is surprisingly calm, almost entering an ethereal state, without sorrow or joy, forgetting everything and me, as if everything in this world has nothing to do with him.

Could it be that he is really like Master Dayuan said, he has a relationship with Buddhism?

Thinking of this, Wan Er suddenly woke up and couldn't help but shiver.

This rolling red dust, all the flavors of the world, he hasn't enjoyed enough, if he can't think of it for a while, he really went to the Buddha Gate, accompanied by the green lantern ancient temple, then he must not be uncomfortable to death.

Reciting Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, eating clear soup and little water, anyway, now he can't stand it.

Finally, the sun gradually lowered its head, and the horizon changed from bright red to dark red, and finally, it was only faintly visible.

Our Ten Thousand Great Commanders have finally arrived at his destination.

The so-called terracotta pit is the place where those dead soldiers are buried, hundreds of thousands of people, how big the place it has to occupy.

I don't know who the surname is, and there is no inscription to record it, so they sleep here with people they don't know, and they don't know if they can sleep peacefully.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone, and he will not return.

Not returned.

Never returned.

Under the soles of his feet, there are countless fresh lives, at least the fresh lives of the past, Wan Er is really a little uneasy.

They are the same as Wan Er, in fact, there is no difference, one nose and two eyes, two arms and four legs, raised by their father and mother, they can talk and laugh, and they can fight and make trouble.

The only thing that doesn't compare to the two is luck.

Looking up, a lonely figure entered his eyes, and the sky was dark, adding a little melancholy.

This person is Fang Yi, beside him, there is a bulging grave, you don't have to think about it to know who is buried in it.

People are like this sometimes, they can only see others, but they can't see themselves.

In fact, he is not the same, in this Mu Se, lonely and miserable, the two of them, sympathize with each other.

Wan Er walked over and was now in front of Fang Yi.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, his face was dark, his eyes were hollow, and there were dry blood stains on his body and hair that had not faded.

Even when Wan Er was in front of him, he didn't raise his head, he didn't even move his eyes, and he looked at Wan Er like air.

It is also possible that he is not aware at all, his mind is completely immersed in his own world, and all the affairs of the outside world have nothing to do with him.

There, Fang Qi Hou is still Fang Qi Hou, Fang Qi Hou in the mountain city.

"Fang Yi. ”

Wan Er said softly, his voice almost choked.

His heart seemed to be grasped, and the person in front of him was really difficult to coincide with the white-robed young general when he first met on Qingmang Mountain.