He Sheng glanced at Liu Bo lightly and shook his head, indicating that it was okay. Looking at his appearance, there is nothing on his body except for his clothes (which are in tatters). Of course, there is something in his heart. As for what he was thinking, others could actually guess it.

Is it grief, is it sadness, is it remorse, is it self-blame? Basically, it's all there, anyway, the mood is very complicated.

"Alas, Liu Yuan is dead, you should mourn and change!" Liu Bo sighed deeply. He knew that Liu Yuan was good to Hesheng, and he could also understand Hesheng's mood at the moment.

But people can't be resurrected after death, and he is very sad in his heart.

He Sheng was silent, and for a long time, he sang: "What joy in life, what hatred in death!" Listening to Hesheng's sad singing and thinking of the tragic deaths of the people around him, everyone couldn't help but feel sad. Many people even regret why they didn't learn martial arts, and it is really luck to be able to survive now, and they may not have such good luck in the future.

Suddenly, a set of poems flashed in Ha Sheng's mind,

There is life and there is death, and it is not fate to die sooner.

Yesterday and evening were the same people, and today they are in the ghost record.

Where is the soul dissipated?

Jiao'er asked for her father to cry, and her good friend touched me and cried.

Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong?

Long live the millennium, who knows the glory and disgrace.

In the past, there was no wine, but now it is empty.

Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can you taste it more?

In front of me, I cried for the old days.

I want to speak without a sound, and I want to see without light.

In the past, he slept in the high hall, and now he lives in the barren grass township.

The barren grass is sleepless, and the pole is vast.

Once I went out, I came back at night.

The barren grass is vast, and the aspen is also bleak.

In the middle of September, I was sent out of the suburbs.

There are no people living on all sides, and the high tombs are craving.

The horse is looking up to the sky, and the wind is self-depressed.

The dark chamber has been closed, and it will not return for a thousand years.

If the dynasty is not restored for a thousand years, the virtuous people are helpless.

They have always given each other away, and each returned to his home.

Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang.

What is the way to die, and the body is the same as the mountain.

This is Tao Yuanming's "Quasi-Elegy", the most famous is the third one. Wu Lai had read it before, but he didn't expect to remember it now.

When the river sang out, it was naturally colorful. Ruyan, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and they played for Hesheng. Everyone accompanies people like smoke, which is something that has never been done before.

In this world, there are naturally special elegiac elegiacs, but Ruyan everyone found that what He Sheng sang was unique, and she was very interested. With her kind of musical embellishment, this elegy becomes perfect. This made Ruyan everyone's good impression of Hesheng a little more. I didn't expect Hesheng to be able to improvise poems, so before he lost his memory, he shouldn't be an ordinary person.

Because of the dead man, there was blood on the painting boat, and many people vomited wildly. Although it was still dark at this time, it was time to sleep, but everyone was not sleepy, one was worried and afraid, and the other was nauseous, how could they have the heart to sleep again?

He Sheng sat beside Liu Yuan's corpse all night and sang all night. While others began to clean up the mess.

At dawn the next day, the boat docked, and the bodies of the dead were carried ashore to be cremated, and the minced flesh of the men in black was cleaned up and thrown into the river to feed the fish.