Xuanyuan Hao led the army to gallop all the way, and everywhere he passed, the plants and trees were destroyed, and his eyes were full of devastation. Xuanyuan Hao didn't care, he wanted to return to the quicksand valley as fast as possible, and return to Xu Moyin's side.

"Brother..."

In the evening, the sky was overcast, and a slight drizzle fell in the quicksand valley. It is like poetry and resentment, as if seeing off those who are far away.

Xuanyuan Hao changed into a plain suit and led all the soldiers of the Zhenguo Army to stand solemnly one by one, looking at the corpse in front of him that was held up by ignoring the branches.

Xuanyuan Hao looked at the smile on the corner of Xu Moyin's mouth, the bitterness in his heart was even more aggravated, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing.

Shi Mengyan walked over gently, handed the sacrificial text in her hand to Xuanyuan Hao, looking at Xu Moyin's peaceful and peaceful corpse, her heart was also full of sadness.

Although Xu Moyin was usually a little wary of her, Shi Mengyan knew that it was for Xuanyuan Hao's sake that he would have such an attitude towards her.

She felt boundless admiration for Xu Moyin's heart.

Xuanyuan Hao trembled and took the sacrificial text, opened the white brocade silk, and the crystal tears continued to fall on it, and the small characters seemed to be alive.

"Top Gun is in tears, and only everyone is sad. I can pity the lonely night and get drunk, and drink together to express my heartfelt feelings. Thousands of days, devotion to each other, endless hours, with night advice. Looking from afar, the green shirt is still the same, but at present, the lonely shadow is desolate.

My brother Xu Moyin, born in the autumn of the third year of Rongwu, was brilliant when he was young, and when he grew up, he was even more resourceful and profound, and he was known as a genius in the world. In the past, my brother was not yet in the year of the weak crown, and the Qingjiang war, my brother led the army to defend the Zhijiang Forest, strategized, and retreated from the Qingjiang army without a fight, which made all the troops in the Golden City admire. ”

Xuanyuan Haoxiong's desolate tone evoked everyone's memories, and the young man in green clothes, elegant and chic, who still didn't change his face in the midst of the army, seemed to be still in front of everyone.

Xiao Ran held the torch and looked at Xu Moyin who was lying there quietly, he couldn't imagine that the last parting turned out to be a farewell!

Xuanyuan Hao's voice was mournful, and everyone who heard it shed tears. Xu Moyin is only twenty-five years old, and he is already buried in the battlefield at such a young age, how can he not be embarrassed?

"Brother Huai has made outstanding achievements, and mourns my brother's untimely death. Without the assistance of my brother's talents, Xuanyuan Hao would have died in the army.

Now, in order to capture the quicksand valley, my brother is in danger and leads the enemy to attack. The vast bloody road, the soldiers are endless, the blood stained, the dust falls, the green shirt is tattered, my brother... Pawn.."

Xuanyuan Hao said, choked a few times, and vaguely saw Xu Moyin's flat smile as before in his trembling eyes, and couldn't help but "wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Shi Mengyan immediately ran over, held Xuanyuan Hao, looked at the red blood stains on his palm, and said softly, "Hao, let me read it."

Xuanyuan Hao shook his head, held back tears, and continued to read.

"A hundred battles in the yellow sand, a Dan heart, I hope that my brother will no longer be busy under the nine springs, in the next life, you are the king, and I will be the minister, in order to repay the unsustainable love in this life. ”

Xuanyuan Hao said, Zhan Fengting and the other four brothers stood in each direction, put the torch in their hands under the branches, and suddenly the endless firelight was very dazzling, as if the night sky was lit up.

Xuanyuan Hao looked at the gradually burning flames, his throat squirmed a few times, and he used his last strength to read the last sentence of the sacrifice.

"May this raging fire burn away my brother's dust, and I hope that when I see each other again in the next life, I will continue the brotherly love and write the heroic! In the autumn of the twenty-eighth year of Rongwu, my brother died on the battlefield of Pingjiang..."

After Xuanyuan Hao finished reading, he threw the white sacrificial text with tears into the fire.

Shi Mengyan held a pot of wine and walked in front of Xuanyuan Hao. Xuanyuan Hao picked up the wine glass, looked at the raging fire, and gently sprinkled it on the ground.

"A pot of turbid wine, send you on the road. The dust is far away, and Jiuquan is lonely and cold. I hope you can transcend the sea of suffering as soon as possible and re-enter reincarnation!"

Xuanyuan Hao poured a full glass of wine again, tilted his head and drank it all.

Everyone looked at the body in the flames, and they were all silent, but the tears that kept falling showed the pain in their hearts.

Xu Moyin's body gradually turned to ashes in the crackling flames, and with the tears of grief from everyone, he once again stepped onto another road, never to return.

The only thing left for everyone was the dozens of letters and endless sorrow.

It was already late at night when everyone said goodbye to Xu Moyin's corpse, and the wind was howling in the entire camp, full of sadness and desolation.

Xuanyuan Hao sat alone in Xu Moyin's tent, although it was very warm inside, Xuanyuan Hao still felt the chill spread from the soles of his feet all over his body, looking at the stacks of letters in front of him, Xuanyuan Hao sighed and opened Xu Moyin's letters.

Xu Moyin's handwriting is chic and ethereal, and it is usually very pleasing to the eye, but when Xuanyuan Hao looks at it again at this time, he finds that it is different from before.

"My brother and son are like meeting:

Mo Yin knew what the mood of the prince was at this time, but Mo Yin still had to persuade the son of the world, and asked the son not to be discouraged by the death of the silent voice. Since stepping on the battlefield, Mo Yin has been prepared in his heart, and paved the way for the great cause of the son of the world with his own weak strength!

If the prince is depressed because of this, it will be difficult for him to smile under the nine springs. I hope that the prince can clean up his mind, regroup and lead the soldiers of the Zhenguo Army to quell the foreign insults, so as to promote the majesty of the Zhenwang Mansion.

As a strategist, the poor mind of a lifetime is just to achieve a fame, assisting a hero. When Mo Yin saw Shizi for the first time, Mo Yin decided that Shizi must be a true dragon in this troubled world. It is an honor to be able to assist the prince all these years.

If the prince wants to soar into the sky, he must have two wings, and the son of the world is heavy and light, and now he is silently gone, and the son of the world should find a wise person to assist. Four years ago, the man on the sea was far-reaching, and he was the first in the ages, and if the son of the world could get the assistance of this person, great things could be done. ”

Xuanyuan Hao accompanied the dancing candle flame, carefully reading Xu Moyin's suicide note, his eyes were already red, as if he was a rabbit.

"Silent chanting is alone in this life, and there is nothing to worry about after death, there is only one thing, I hope that the son of the world can complete it instead of silent chanting.

In order to protect the silent chant, all 50 brothers died under the swords of the soldiers of the Ping Frontier, and their bones were gone. Mo Yin had promised them to take care of their families. There is no way to complete the silent chanting, please look at their bloody, unrepentant faces, and deal with the things behind them. In this way, Mo Yin is under the Nine Springs, and he also has the face to meet them.

In life, there is a gathering and a dispersion. Mo Yin has been assisting the prince for seven years, thanks to the son of the world not abandoning, regarding Mo Yin as a brother, and being able to trust Mo Yin unconditionally, just because of the love of the son, even if Mo Yin is liver and brain, the horse leather shroud is also unyielding!

Silent chanting is worthy of heaven in this life, and worthy of the earth below. As a strategist, it is a blessing for Mo Yin to be able to assist the prince. As a brother, Mo Yin is glad to have an older brother like Shizi.

Under the nine springs, he wished his brother to fly for nine days and create another brilliant world.

Brother Xu Mo nodded his head, the twenty-eighth year of Rongwu, autumn night"

Xuanyuan Hao put down Xu Moyin's letter, and the sourness in his heart surged up again, looking at the Yaoqin that Xu Moyin often caressed, tears fell again.

Xu Moyin never had the slightest intention of asking Xuanyuan Hao for credit, and his sincere words made Xuanyuan Hao regret not being at the beginning, why did he have to leave the battlefield, why was he so reckless before?

Originally, Xu Moyin was just a handsome son, living a life without fighting with the world, but it was he who broke Xu Moyin's life and embarked on the road of fighting in the south and the north.

Now, Yaoqin is here, but the person at the piano table will never come back.

Xuanyuan Hao was heartbroken and kept banging on the table. This is the first time he has faced life and death so fragilely, Xu Moyin died, and the death made him regret and make his heart ache!

Sitting in Xu Moyin's tent, Xuanyuan Hao seemed to see Xu Moyin sitting opposite him dimly, and the two of them once again talked at length as usual, talking and laughing.

In the past, when they were fighting, Xuanyuan Hao and Xu Moyin often lived in a tent. Although Xuanyuan Hao looks serious on the outside, he actually has a funny side in his heart.

At that time, he often teased Xu Moyin, and Xu Moyin sometimes walked out of the tent angrily, and sometimes smiled helplessly. The relationship between two people is not comparable to others.

"Silent... My good brother, you... Are you okay over there?" Xuanyuan Hao choked, holding the wine jar and leaning on Xu Moyin's Yaoqin, gulping down the wine.

Maybe when you get drunk, you can forget these pains!

The tent was full of the smell of wine, and Xuanyuan Hao's ragged clothes and frustrated and decadent appearance happened to be seen by Shi Mengyan who walked in.

For Xuanyuan Hao's appearance, Shi Mengyan can really understand him, after all, Xu Moyin is a brother who is closer than his own brother to him. Xu Moyin's death was a heavy blow to Xuanyuan Hao, and it was the first time he had experienced such a defeat in so many years.

Although the quicksand valley was defeated, the price paid was very expensive!

"Hao, don't drink anymore.." Shi Mengyan gently pushed Xuanyuan Hao, wanting to snatch the wine jar in Xuanyuan Hao's hand.

Xuanyuan Hao glanced at Shi Mengyan, hugged the jar tightly, and then laughed self-deprecatingly, and asked, "Yan'er, I.. Am I a particular failure, even my own brother... Can't you protect it?"

"What are you talking about!" Unexpectedly, Shi Mengyan's pretty face changed, and he snatched Xuanyuan Hao's wine jar and threw it on the ground.

With a "click", Xuanyuan Hao looked at Shi Mengyan in astonishment. Isn't this girl crazy, I don't know if Lao Tzu is uncomfortable now, and then I have to believe it or not, Lao Tzu's big ears will kick you away!

But Shi Mengyan didn't care what Xuanyuan Hao thought, he walked back and forth on the ground a few times, and then crossed his waist and yelled at Xuanyuan Hao, "Look at your current appearance, silently dead, you are very sad, I understand, but have you ever thought about us?"

"......" Xuanyuan Hao didn't speak, turned his head and closed his eyes.

"Do you think you're the only one who is sad about the silence, you go and take a look, look at Xiao Ran, he has been sitting there alone with the ashes of the silence for several hours. And you, you're drinking here!"

Shi Mengyan felt a faint ache in his heart when he thought of Xiao Ran sitting alone in the camp, letting the cold wind blow against Xiao Se.

Xuanyuan Hao looked at her, the tears in the corners of his eyes were as clear as jade, and he said hoarsely, "I... What can I do, silently.. Mom left like this, what can I do?"

Xuanyuan Hao suddenly roared, releasing all the bitterness suppressed in his heart.

There were more and more tears on Shi Mengyan's face, and he walked over and grabbed Xuanyuan Hao's ears vigorously, and shouted in his ear, "Xuanyuan Hao, you remember to the old lady that Mo Yin paid the price of his life, not to see you die like this!"

Shi Mengyan couldn't care about any manners for a long time, and she was completely out of shape, and even shouted the word "old lady", which shows how angry she was in her heart.

After speaking, Shi Mengyan shook his little hand, Xuanyuan Hao's head turned back and forth a few times like a rattle, watching Shi Mengyan leave angrily, Xuanyuan Hao was stunned like a fool.

"She... She tugged at my ear, really... It's really presumptuous!" Xuanyuan Hao rubbed his reddened ears and said to himself.

On the pavilion of the end of the world, the dream plucks the strings, and the voice is like crying and complaining, like resentment, as if releasing the endless sentimentality in the heart.

"The new leaves of the forest urge the old leaves, and the front waves of the flowing water make the back waves. From the past to the present, I have hated this, and I want to cry when I hear the qin. ”

The dream poured poetry in his mouth, melodious, looking into the distance, his eyes gradually moistened.

At this time, Liang Mengchen, who was dressed in a purple robe and had white jade hanging from his waist, walked in slowly, listening to the cold piano sound of the dream, Liang Mengchen opened his mouth, and said with some regret, "Fourth brother, Xu Moyin... Dead.."

"Zheng.." With a bang, the sound of the dream dumping qin stopped abruptly, and nodded under Liang Mengchen's gaze.

He already knew, he knew it the moment Xu Moyin died. Xu Moyin is dead, and the day when he will leave the mountain is coming.

Roll the world, who knows if he will be the next Xu Moyin?

"Fourth brother, Hongchen has a long way to go, you must be careful!" Liang Mengchen patted Mengchen's shoulder and said helplessly.

He knew that no one could organize the determination of the dream to pour out of the dust. If they had been able to convince him at that time, you Xu Moyin would not have died.

"It's autumn, and half of the year has passed. Dream Tianchen said with a sigh, and then looked at the stars twinkling overhead, and the firmness in his eyes made people feel cold.

"Two months, I'm going to level the territory in two months!"

What a heroic and confident word this is, sweeping the territory in two months, even Sima Tianyan would not dare to say such words, but Dream Dump would dare!

After Meng Tianchen finished speaking, he looked at the brightly lit Qingyi Pavilion in the distance, his eyes trembled a few times, and he always felt a little reluctant and guilty in his heart towards Murong Qianxue.

This reluctance and guilt all come from Meng Tianchen's love for Murong Qianxue!

The two of them made a private decision for life, and they had long understood that there would be this day, but when they were really faced with it, both of them seemed a little hesitant.

And the reason why Meng Qianchen intervened in the world so early was because he didn't want Murong Qianxue to waste time and live up to his years because of him.

"Qianxue, I'm sorry..."