Haomai Xiansheng

Chapter 45 Old love, new love

Fang Yitu's hoarse voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, coupled with the fierceness on her face, it made people feel chills all over: "You can do it."

Wanyan Tieli looked at her intently, with sincerity in his eyes: "What I want to do is to personally attack the imperial city, and give you a chance to defend the country and die in the city. As a general, I just want to use tricks and schemes to win a big victory." ,The conspiracy is only auxiliary, my army of 20 is stronger than you, I am better at using military tactics than Fang Luo, I could have conquered the city." He paused, his expression was the same as before, clear and clear without any trace of cunning, and said sonorously: "You If you are a Chinese, I will respect you very much and keep you safe."

"It's funny, your parents are both Han Chinese. If you don't betray your country and surrender to the enemy, you are from the same country as Fang." Fang Yitu was suddenly agitated, stepped forward, pointed at Tie Libu and said angrily: "The old emperor is stupid and tyrannical!" The people in the country are struggling to survive, and you are very dangerous in the border town, so you have taken refuge in the enemy country, which can be forgiven for the time being. After my lord ascended the throne, he worked hard to govern and recruited heroes from all over the world. At that time, you sneaked back to the imperial city to pay homage to my lord's enthronement celebration, why did you go back?"

She said loudly: "How is Fang Yitu's lord different from the Ming Jun in history? Apart from the other party's protection in every possible way, what's wrong with the lord?"

Wanyan Tieli said helplessly: "I'm not here to see the new emperor's enthronement, I'm here to see you. I want to see who I am lying in ambush and lead people to escape. In that dangerous place, only the lord will take the lead. The soldiers will have no fear, and they can barely escape with [-]% of them. But you escaped with [-]% of them. You are different from others."

The excitement and pride on Fang Yitu's face dissipated slightly, and he sneered: "No Han general should be arrested without a fight, he would rather be broken than whole."

Wanyan Tieli added: "If you surrendered then, you would be safe."

Fang Yitu didn't say anything anymore, he squinted at the few people who were frightened by his own coercion, but tried to push forward, with a flash of the knife, all the Wanyan Party members except the monk fell to the ground.She put the knife back into its sheath, pointed at the gate of hell and sighed: "Wanyan Tieli, Fang is here to send you into reincarnation. Your hawks and dogs, come with you."

Of the eight ghosts, only Wanyan Tielibu smiled at her, while the others all looked annoyed but flinched and dared not move.Then they all floated to the gate of ghosts to tell Yan Jun about going down to the mortal world.

Fang Yitu watched him go away, with a strong desire to conquer in his eyes.

It is impossible for her to regard a sworn enemy as her colleague, and she is well aware of this high mountain and deep enemy.

Some things can be laughed off, and some heart-piercing things, I would rather die than forget.Because this is the life of the people of the country, it is the tragic death of the comrades at the border, and it is the hatred forged by the dead brothers under his command.

This is pain that cannot be ignored.

The monk still looked like the old monk over there in samadhi, neither speaking nor persuading any of them to see through and let go.Monk Xin said:

The past is like smoke, and old dreams are hard to find.

What is lost has been lost, what has been done wrong has been done wrong, and one should have learned from it, so why bother to think about it?It's better to see through and let go.

What's the use of thinking again?

This sentence is very true.But the person who said this must have been dressed warmly, fed well, drank well, and lived in a very peaceful place since childhood.

This kind of person will of course feel that "the past is like smoke, and the old dreams are hard to find", because what he has experienced is usually a small unsatisfactory experience, a small setback, and a small emotional episode.

That's why they feel that what they lost has already been lost, and what they did wrong has done wrong, so what's the use of thinking about it?

What is memory?

What is the past?

What is unforgettable?

Have you ever composed a period of hatred that made you unforgettable?

Have you ever experienced a period when life was worse than death, and you are alive today, but your brothers don’t know life and death?

Have you ever experienced the ending of fighting for the king to expand the territory, the casualties are all close relatives and brothers, and in the end all the results of the battle are taken away by the opponent?

If you have been through these experiences, then you must know whether the past can be said to be lost and let it be lost.

Even the Buddha couldn't let go of someone with a predestined relationship, so why would he ask a mortal to give up his hatred?

Fang Yitu pursed his lips, looked into the distance with a resolute expression, restrained his immortal energy, and walked into the gate of hell...

The underworld is not dark, but as hazy as the moonlight, and the milky white transparent ghosts float quietly and steadily, everything is so peaceful and quiet.

The sparkling water in the Wangchuan River is crystal clear, as calm as a glacier, and there seem to be countless galaxies flowing in it.

The fiery red flowers are swaying on the shore, winding like the sea, the flowers near and far are as beautiful, but the red ones in the distance are scary.

On the flat river bank, on the soft and plump land, there is a random big stone.When this stone is placed on the ground, it makes people feel comfortable and at ease.

Fang Yitu didn't speak, and stood alone between the endless sea of ​​flowers and the winding river like a jade belt. His tall figure was wearing a blue Taoist robe, and there was a kind of fresh and cool beauty in the hazy moonlight here. The resolute eyebrows and eyes are also softer, as if there is still a kind of sadness and loneliness that cannot be erased.

What is true loneliness?Being alone, with no one to drink and chat with, is terribly lonely.No one knows what's on his mind, although there are a lot of friends, but none of them can pour out his heart, it's terribly lonely.

It's not loneliness, it's just that you feel lonely.

True loneliness is a deep-seated emptiness, an emptiness that drives you crazy.Even in the cheers, you will feel the emptiness, melancholy and depression in your heart.

Fang Yitu is tall and strong, not only has strong hands and feet, but also has endless magic power.She has always been fearless, a little puzzled style.Faced with such a situation, she would never dare to think about anything other than drinking and eating pig's trotters, but suddenly there was a kind of loneliness and a faint chill that could not be ignored.

A warm and clear voice with a gentle smile: "Lian Lian, we have been friends for a hundred years. Whoever dies at the age of 97 will wait for three years on the Naihe bridge."

How pleasant this sound is, like pearls falling on a jade plate, better than tapping on a sandalwood board, even the immortals singing at the peach festival, it can't be matched.Just listening to this voice, one can outline a beautiful man with elegant demeanor, handsome appearance, sophistication, and full of knowledge.

Relying on his martial arts and wisdom, he must have a pivotal position in the arena. In the army, he is a Confucian general who upholds the law and is fair in rewards and punishments. In the court, he is a wise prime minister praised by everyone.He will definitely respect that not-so-beautiful wife for 20 years, and treat this man-in-law whom everyone fears with consideration and tenderness.

Fang Yitu's voice also involuntarily softened, recalling An Ning's memory, and said softly: "You and I are engraved on the Sansheng Stone, and there should be your and my footprints beside the Wangchuan River."

Fang Luo walked gently to her side, bowed his head guiltily: "It's my fault." He is a ghost now, with a translucent body, but his noble temperament and elegant and handsome face make him like Fang Yi. The soil looks more like a fairy.He really has a fairy demeanor, even more so when he is alive and dead.

He is so perfect.With guilt in his eyes, even a hard-hearted person would sympathize with him.

Fang Yitu raised his head, he didn't know if it was to make himself unable to see him, or to keep the tears from falling from his eyes.She really wanted to sigh deeply, but felt that it was too weak, so she swallowed it back.

Before Fang Luo could speak again, Fang Yitu said first: "You don't need to explain anything, and you don't need to find any excuses. If you are confused or forced to helplessness, it is useless as long as you kill someone. Killed people are not easy to deceive. Especially the one with the surname Fang."

Her slightly hoarse tone was full of loneliness and helplessness, she clenched her fists and forced herself to be calm: "You know, I am not ruthless, nor do I know how to be soft-hearted."

Fang Luo was silent for a long time, his voice choked with sobs: "I know." He didn't say much because he had nothing to say.

He knew that he was not even qualified to ask for forgiveness now, so he didn't want to ask for forgiveness, lest he would only get contempt.

His mind was very confused, and the expression on his face was a bit complicated, but he was still so beautiful, so elegant and handsome, like a jade-colored flower bud standing proudly in the withered lotus.

Fang Yitu's heart was very sore, not only his hands were so soft that he couldn't grasp the knife, even his legs and feet were so weak that he couldn't move because the tendons connected to his heart became sore.She froze, and for a moment, she even hoped that Fang Luo would run away immediately, far away, to a place she would never see again.

Thinking to myself how unlucky beauties have been since ancient times, who is more hurtful than me being lonely and lonely.

Misfortune happened when she was just a baby, and Chunxuan all abandoned Gaotang.

Every day in the rivers and lakes, I wander around, and I don't know where the leaves are rooted.

That brother Fang Luo and we were very close, and we lived together in the same room since we were young.

The ears and the temples are always inseparable, and there is always a pair of shadows.

Although he has a withdrawn and uncertain temperament, those soft money are gentle and gentle.

There are few such romantics in the world, it is easy to find a priceless treasure, but it is also rare to find a loving man.

The two of us are similar in age, he is one year older than me, even in judging talents and martial arts.

Therefore, this little heart is destined to be on him, and he will look forward to the earth and the sky forever.

Unexpectedly, he was obsessed with a demonic illness and lost his original nature, and when things came to an end, he had other ideas.

The poor slave has been in love for a few years, and I have gone to Huangliang in this crazy dream.

Fang Yitu looked at the faint and hazy sky. In the past, this color could only remind her of clean bones, but now she felt desolate and lonely, as if she was drunk and burst into tears.Xiao Xing first understood the melancholy and waning moon, but met the cold rain and bleak wind to help the miserable situation.

Fang Luo was not given a chance to speak, because her heart was in such a mess that she could hardly think.

She shook out a jade seal engraved with 'Fang Luo's Wife' from her sleeve, raised her hands and made a formula, and chanted a mantra, taking him into the jade seal.She rubbed the jade seal in a daze: "The you now, whether you are alive or dead or vanishing into thin air, are the root of obstacles in my heart. I don't know how to get rid of this knot, so I will try."

When Jiayun left the underworld, Fang Yitu couldn't hold back the tears that he couldn't hold back even though his internal organs were burned, and they fell to the ground crackling.

She didn't wipe it either, she was riding a cloud under her feet, and the wind from the sky slapped her face with the smell of blood.

Tears flowed out, mixed with the frost, rain and snow of the lower realm, and were blown dry by the wind.

Everything will be blown dry.

Not long after, I came to the capital, the Emperor Ji Temple.

Zhai Niang was wearing a red soft robe, leading Wang Qian and Jin Wuniang, and greeted her like a mistress. She looked at the tears on Fang Yitu's face with a smile, and bowed down charmingly: "My lord, my concubine." I congratulate my lord."

Wang Gan and Jin Wuniang kowtowed to the ground half a step behind Zhai Niang, and said in unison: "My son congratulates mother."

The dozens of generals following behind Wang Gan and Jin Wuniang also saluted and said in unison, "Congratulations, my lord!"

"Get up, my family doesn't need to be polite." Fang Yitu hid the disappointment and resentment on his face, strode forward and grabbed Di Niang's jade wrists to help her up, and smiled helplessly: "You guys Is this congratulations for avenging a certain revenge?"

Di Niang smiled, she put on light makeup today, and the light red color added to the expression of her eyebrows and eyes, the brilliance actually had a bit of gaudy charm: "You don't know what my concubine said, my lord, the old lady is here. Liang'er wait After these days, I finally waited for her old man to die in this life, and immediately took over."

Fang Yitu was taken aback, opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "Who? Say it again!"

Wang Gan and Jin Wuniang looked at each other, and smiled quietly, very happily.

"Your mother." Zhai Niang held her arm, and smiled intimately and happily. There was only a bit of a girl's unrestrained clarity and trust in her smile. Her smile was like a flower, so beautiful, and the beautiful Fang Yitu was very moved. "If you are willing, the old lady can stay here forever as long as she becomes a ghost fairy within ten years. If you don't want to, meet the old lady and have a chat with her old man, and then send her to a rich family after she settles her worries." It's also filial enough."

The author has something to say: strongly recommend [Ma Zhiming——Daiyu Burns Manuscripts (Old Video)] [Huo Shutang——Recalling Concubine Zhen (audio only)]

Shaoma Ye's Bai School Jingyun is really unique, with rich background and strength. I especially love to hear Shaoma Ye sing Jingyun, it's really interesting.

Mr. Huo’s Dongbei Dagu is my favorite. Personally, I think it is more appetizing than Jingyun, probably because I am from Shenyang.This passage of Concubine Yizhen is the best of the best, with a deep and melodious voice, which made me cry countless times. The Northeast feeling is not strong, but there is an indescribable taste, which is not the taste of women.

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