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Du Fu's West Pavilion.

The thatched hut by the Xirang River.

A broken monument and several pomelo trees.

When the old man staggered past, he didn't care about his dying breath and burst into tears.

I still remember that it was here that I took my disciples to visit the old ruins and taught them the truth. It was also here that the first and second disciples who were killed by three and four disciples were buried...

After being tortured for a long time, they may only have less than a day left to live. On the last day, they will all return here...

The three of them, Yuziyan, Yumenguan and Helanshan, dared not approach the old man for a long time. Almost every old trace he touched would cause him to lose consciousness and cry, leading to mental failure.

Only Mo could support him through all the worries and loneliness. It wasn't until he climbed to the attic in the middle of the mountain and looked into the distance that the old man's mood became slightly calmer. Mo knew very well that maybe this was a return to the past, and he looked back occasionally, hoping that

Zi Yan and others can arrive as soon as possible and don't miss the old man's last moments.

"Mo'er." He suddenly heard the old man calling him so affectionately, and he couldn't help but be startled. He and the old man had never known each other before. In terms of relationship, the old man was his mother's master. At most, he was just his master.

They were so close, as if they had known each other for many years...

"Mo'er, you know that I prefer Du Zimei's poems, but there is one poem. When I was young, I hated it every time I read it, and would rather not read it. But now, I feel a lot, and the more I read, the more I understand..." At this moment, the old man was conscious.

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"'The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in'?" Mo sent his gaze into the distance. On a cloudy day and in the early morning, he could vaguely see the scene of Du's poems. It was not an autumn day, but he could clearly experience it.

"Mo'er really knows people." The old man was startled, then sat down and smiled, "This is the song, I don't dare to read it, I don't dare to think about it..."

Don't dare to look, don't dare to think? Everything in front of you is not only majestic and unrestrained. Only those who care about the country and the people can see clearly the ups and downs of life in poems and the vast ocean...

"I understand that the old man, like Du Zimei, has the ambition to help the world. If he didn't read this poem when he was young, it was because he resented Du Zimei's eventual displacement. The old man was afraid of being down and out like him... Now, the more I read, the more I understand, because

Step by step, the old man followed Du Zimei's footsteps and replayed his life again." Mo sighed sadly.

"There are so many people in this world whose ideals cannot be realized. Only when they achieve nothing can they realize that all their previous hard work was in vain..." The old man was so angry that there was no trace of blood on his face.

With tears in her eyes, she repeated this sentence: "This body is not me... This body is not me..."

Mo suddenly felt that he had seen her before and murmured: This body is not me. But the other me is invisible in the mirror.

Suddenly, the old man's facial muscles began to twitch violently, and he stood up uncoordinated with his hands and feet. His eyes burned fiercely in the direction he was facing, and he yelled with all his strength: "Get out! Get out! Get out of here...

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Mo Bu had no time to recover, and the old man staggered, his whole body tilted, but he wanted to drive the uninvited guest out from the bottom of his heart. Even though he had been helped up by the man in green, he was still trying to push him away.

The man in green was none other than Huang Hequ, the third disciple of Jinnan who had been involved in rescuing the old man. He had cleverly stayed out of the world from beginning to end.

Huang He went behind, and Yu Ziyan's voice came immediately: "Master, you misunderstood, the third brother also came to save the master this time. It was him who wrote a letter asking me to rescue you, and gave us the map and troops!

"Yu Ziyan hurriedly came to the attic and quickly stopped the agitated old man: "Master, Third Senior Brother, he really wants to rescue the master, but he can't show up in person, so he can only protect us secretly and follow us secretly.

He, he doesn't dare to meet Master... But Master, Third Senior Brother, he is still good in nature..."

"Jinnan is third?" The old man looked at Huang He with complex eyes.

Huang He went to deep eyes with a hint of sadness, and after a moment, he nodded.

"General?" the old man continued to ask, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

Huang He continued to nod.

"What should you do with your descendants..." The old man's voice was hoarse, "As far as I know, Lin Qian has several of his subordinates, all of whom are your sons. What should you do with them..."

"Master, everyone has his own path. Father and son, master and apprentice, can all have different paths." Huang Hequ said in a calm tone.

With the support of Yu Ziyan, the old man struggled to stand up: "Master really has no choice. It's this saying, 'Everyone has his own way.' It's this saying that taught me all the hard work in vain!" He sneered: "That's it.

Here, this is it! Remember what Master taught you here! You have to avenge the blood sea, fight to the last moment, and conquer the Central Plains! You have all paid your dues, retired into seclusion, and are called masters.

What can I do..." His tone suddenly changed from excitement to weakness. Yu Ziyan, who had been listening attentively, immediately burst into tears: "Master, disciple... I didn't mean to retire... If it weren't for me back then,

I lost Qian'er due to my personal fault. Maybe I won't retire. I will follow Chu Jiang to the north of the Central Plains to fulfill Master's long-cherished wish..."

Yu Ziyan burst into tears. Nineteen years ago, Yu Ziyan lost Lin Qian, who was still an infant at that time, and blamed herself endlessly. How could Yu Ziyan still stay in the world...

"Zi Yan, do you want to know...why do you always have to punish me as a teacher? When you make mistakes, you have to be punished. When you have achieved success, you still have to be punished?" The old man sighed, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

"No...I don't want to know! Master, please rest first..." Yu Ziyan panicked and immediately hit him on the back to relieve his cough.

"In my life as a teacher, I have only had seven apprentices. Some were named and raised by me personally, or some were lost due to war and were taken in by me. But they all have one thing in common...the ability to govern the world, the ability to manage troubled times...the ability to train them

Well, they are talents who govern the world. Once they make mistakes, they will cause war. As a teacher... From the moment I adopted you, I have understood that for fear of making mistakes as a teacher, I can only be a strict teacher.

I know the method is wrong... Actually, I don't want to frown all the time as a teacher, nor do I want to beat or scold you all the time... Nor do I want to..." When the old man said this, he suddenly ran out of energy and spit out a large mouthful of blood, jade purple smoke.

There were stains all over the clothes. Seeing this, Yu Ziyan knew that the old man had no way to save his life, and she couldn't help crying. When Yumenguan, who had just arrived, saw this, he immediately covered Helanshan's eyes and stopped her from going forward to see this tragic scene.

"Master, forgive me, my disciple. When I was young, I was impulsive and took the wrong path. However, I made a mistake and regretted it for eternity. I can't come back, I can't come back..." Even though Huang He has been sending gold for many years, this time

At this moment, the man couldn't hold back his tears. He stepped forward to hold the old man's cold hands and begged repeatedly: "Disciple, I only ask for Master's forgiveness. In fact, during these many years, I have missed Master's teachings all the time...I miss the martial arts of the Southern Song Dynasty."

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"He's gone, I regret being a teacher. I regret that I was impulsive and couldn't restrain myself from giving you a slap. If it weren't for that slap, given your personality, you wouldn't have received the gold... No way..."

A smile finally appeared on the old man's stern face, "Here go, my master, when I was in Tai'an, I never told you that my master... I am always proud of you and your Juemo Sword...

..." After saying that, his hands full of vicissitudes of life dropped down, the knot in his heart was untied, and the old man walked peacefully.

The eagle whose wings were broken can no longer fly, and can no longer even moan. The old man with literary skills and martial arts has trained two generations of outstanding generals, but he has fallen into a state of despair until today. He has not realized his long-cherished wish and finally died.

personal enmity.

Life experience, family and country, how many heroes have been wiped out, but how many old friends have remained.

Between heaven and earth, there is nowhere to look at the ancient traces. I can only see the mist and rain of the past. When I visit the old days, I can only shed tears of sadness. I was young and frivolous at that time. Now half of them are ghosts, and the other half are still alive and have early autumn hair.

Lin Mo stood on one side, feeling sad about the death of the old man: Who would have expected that in this life, his heart would be in Tianshan, and his body would be in Cangzhou. This sentence is enough to describe a lifetime.

Offer sacrifices to the river.

The summer wind is intermittent and messy.

Yu Ziyan scattered her master's ashes into the river and asked the people around her: "Third senior brother, are you back? I know that your confession in front of master is sincere. You really miss the martial arts of the Southern Song Dynasty, so why bother?"

Stay in Jinnan and be the third..."

Huang He went to smile and shook his head: "Zi Yan, now that I have made this choice, I will be loyal to it. Jin Nan is third and will never look back."

"You are so pitiful." Yu Ziyan sneered and bit her lip.

Huang He turned around and looked at Yu Ziyan's puzzled look. There was a hint of softness in his calm and powerful appearance: "Ziyan, you really haven't changed at all. In fact, you and Master are the same."

People know that everyone's path is different, but they naively want everyone to think the same as you. It's like this for me, it's like this for Lin Chujiang, and it's like this for Lin Mo..." He turned around and said, "Back then, Lin

Qian disappeared, and you actually forced Lin Mo, who likes to write and write, to replace him. He took his name for more than ten years. Suddenly Lin Qian reappeared in the world, and Lin Mo was told that the world he finally fell in love with was going to be gone.

Give it back to Lin Qian...Ziyan, if it were me, I would definitely not endure this pain...Ziyan, you have sown too many bitter fruits without knowing it, do you understand?!"

"Don't think you know Chuanyu better than me!" Yu Ziyan said coldly, "Go to Huang He, don't change the subject deliberately, you are determined to stay in the Kingdom of Jin, there is no room for change?!"

Huang He went to smile and slowly shook his head.

"It's such a pity that Huang He is gone forever..." Yu Ziyan sneered with ridicule, "It is said that anyone named by the master is a metaphor for his life. I thought it was nonsense.

Years later, I realized that everything came true. Huang He left. Since you will never come back, it is destined that you are not the one who can rule the world, but the one who can bring chaos."

"Ziyan, don't forget, you are also the one mentioned by the master. I am afraid that you are not the one who can rule the world, but the one who can lead troubled times." Huang He went to sneer, and Yu Ziyan's face turned serious: "What did you say?

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"Lin Chujiang and Lin Qian, these two people who bring wars wherever they go are related to you. One was your husband and the other was born by you. Why are you not a man of troubled times?" Huang He went to restrain himself.

He smiled, but there was one more thing he didn't tell Zi Yan. The second child you gave birth to, Lin Mo, would probably be like his father and brother, bringing war wherever he went.

"However, no matter what, the grievances of our previous generation ended with the death of the master, and the rise and fall of the next generation began with the prosperity of Lin Qian." Huang He sighed, "Ruosong and Bingbing were annihilated by surprise, and Sichuan East Black

The Ambiguous Taoist Society is not far from overthrowing. Judging from the current situation in the Southern Song Dynasty, Lin Qian only has one or two opponents left. Unifying the martial arts world is just around the corner."

"Qian'er...I have never seen him again since he was lost. It has been...nineteen years...I have only heard about his achievements, but I don't know about his current life..." Yu Ziyan choked. His biological son

My son, however, could only speculate while listening to legends thousands of miles away.

Huang He was stunned for a moment and heard that she wanted to meet Lin Qian: "If I were you, I would take Lin Mo back to Jiankang immediately. From now on, I will never ask about the world or Lin Qian for the rest of my life."

"But...he is already, not far from me...his men are right here, and they all want to go back to see him..." Yu Ziyan's face was filled with yearning.

"If you want the 'Scar on the Road' to come true, then go."
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