Each one of you is like a grain of sand in the earthly world.

Each of you is different from the grains of sand in the sea of sand, because together you can erect a wall of sand that will keep you from the wind and rain.

Each of you will always exist in the mind of the mother, and you will not forget. As vivid as ever.

But your merits, the record book of your exploits, is this banner, how long it can fly and be immortal, and how long it can protect the stability and prosperity of our people. It depends on your efforts and dedication.

How long can foreign people be afraid in their hearts and dare not invade, but how long can people in the ten dynasties remember you in their hearts and dare not forget.

Mama Piaoyu doesn't know, Mama Piaoyu can give this flag a resounding name, but how can it be unknown with you.

It's like a blank piece of paper, you can draw a masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages, or as obscure as you, it's up to you!

The mother was raining, gently pulled down the Gaza flag, spread it neatly, held her hands in front of her chest, walked in front of the nameless, and the heavy voice of words sounded: "Touch it, remember, you will give your life to it, you will dedicate your life's love to it, this is the only one of your life."

Nameless trembling hands, calluses like pieces of iron, slowly frosted the surface of the flag, and then immediately stopped, floating with the surface of the flag, very afraid of bruising it, but deep down in the heart really did not want to leave, muddy teardrops fell in the eyes, blinded eyes, dry lips slowly moved forward, as if seeing a long-lost hot lover, a gentle kiss, attached to the top of the flag.

Suddenly, his legs were straight and his fist was raised at head level. The loud words were like thunder: "Please rest assured that the owner of the Drifting Rain Village will not insult it, but will only make him more vivid and terrifying, and the nameless blood is its dye and addition." ”

Nameless took the flag with both hands and shouted loudly: "Second egg, dog leftover."

The words in unison concealed a little pride and arrogance. In their eyes, the shout of the nameless hall master is glory, and the shout of the nameless hall master is the command!

In the sound of uniform footsteps, they came to a nameless distance of three feet.

With one hand behind his back, his waist bent, he saw the hall master with a bang!

Mother Piaoyu suddenly found that this action was unusual, because Mama Piaoyu had never seen such etiquette and action.

Why didn't you report to your mother Piaoyu, and couldn't help asking: "Nameless, when did you change your etiquette, and why did you salute differently than before?"

Nameless was speechless for a while, passing through his heart, the owner really hadn't seen it, but what would happen after seeing it now.

Nameless couldn't help but explain: "The owner of the village is the etiquette used by the soldiers of our nameless tribe when they go out on battle, and the only ritual action. The ancient rituals that have been passed down for thousands of years, and the movements that have been passed down between the roots of the grass, how can you see and know clearly. The meaning of this set of actions is that between us, the subordinates do not have any defense against you, and the subordinates hand over the head and heart in the chest to you, and bind them with one hand behind your back. A ritual where your fate is up to you. There is no older and most solemn etiquette than this, because we are equal. On the battlefield, there are brothers who can resist swords for you, brothers who huddle together to keep warm. ”

When the mother Piaoyu looked at these masks and set out without hesitation, she was still boiling with excitement without complaint. They couldn't control it themselves, and the mother couldn't help but say to Nameless, "Touch it, let everyone touch it and remember what it looks like."

Nameless couldn't help but do it once, holding the flag with both hands and the top of his head, and even kneeling on one knee on the ground, and said: "Thank you, mother, for the love of the owner of the rain." A thunderous shout sounded, thank you for the love of the owner of the Drifting Rain. The happy atmosphere that leaked in it almost blew the rain on the ground, scaring the mother of the rain.

Nameless holding the flag and walking before everyone walked by, they looked at this token and evidence that was about to record their existence, existence, and couldn't help crying with joy, and asked the owner of the Drifting Rain Village to rest assured, insulting him is like cutting meat and digging out the heart, as long as there is one person, it will continue to flutter!

Let's go, reconnoiter the intelligence, break it into pieces, absolutely not insult it, and eliminate all evil, but absolutely not blame any tribe and good people with good conscience and don't like invasion, do you hear?

Our goal is peaceful coexistence, and our wish is that the world is peaceful, and you must remember that this is our wish!

But there are some people who want to destroy him, what should we do?

Kill, kill, kill.

Our swords haven't been used for a long time, but they're as sharp as ever!

The crowd of people, like the tide, slowly retreated, leaving only the lonely mother to drift in the rain. Looking at the half-green, half-snow-white Jianshan, thinking of Jiangnan, which was half rainy and half snowy, he wisped his hand and put it on the two strands of hair next to his ear, half snow-white and half jet-black but intertwined together, and couldn't help but think, does it really have to be intertwined together in order to be permanently inseparable?

Looking up at the top of the towering Sword Mountain, the grip of the sword can no longer be seen clearly, a trace of cold sometimes wears down indiscriminately, and the rain is confused, and I can't help but think of Dou Yiren and Chennun again.

Chengying woke up, a trace of residual fragrance and residual warmth on the messy weeds, telling the afterglow of last night's not beautiful, lonely Chengying, looking at the cold fire ashes, listening to the cold and thin north wind, reading bits and pieces of memories and fragments, and finally remembering only two women like flowers, submerged and surrounded his memories. A trace of anger, a trace of aftertaste, can't help but make Chengying like the poignancy of the night.

In the dark night, the stars are distant and beautiful, coexisting and co-prospering, self-generating like a drop of water, self-extinguishing like a flowing fire.

O God, why do you cover their starry demeanor!

In the midst of a rustling sound, Muzi walked in in vain, looked at some remaining traces, opened his lips wide, and pointed to the shadow with trembling fingers for a long time, then took a deep breath and said: "You can do it, women are like clothes, we are still good brothers", the words.

Chengying watched Muzi Baibai's clumsy performance, and was thinking about talking to Muzi Baibai.

I didn't hear a single sound of footsteps, but a voice sounded in Chengying's ears, "Miss Yiren's Zhige butler meets Chengying's son."