The autumn rain is still endless.

The three people walking behind Nanyuan became as gloomy as the autumn rain.

Four people, one old and three young, one first and three behind, walked silently, and before they could see that they had already left Xijiang City and came to a deserted hill.

Perhaps it was because they knew that the old friend in Nanyuan's mouth was a dead person, and since this morning, Nanyuan, who had a very lonely expression, Bai Fengyin and the other two were in a bad mood at this moment, and followed him far behind with their heads down.

At this time, crossing a small hill, a small, raised mound appeared in front of everyone.

The mound stood a little abruptly among the bare hills, and there were some withered weeds growing on it, and a somewhat broken stone tablet stood in front of it.

This is a tomb.

Soon, Bai Fengyin and the other two woke up. They realized that the owner of the tomb in front of them should be the old friend mentioned by Nanyuan.

While thinking about this, Nanyuan, who was walking in front of him, still walked to the simple grave and slowly stopped.

The three of them looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

When they approached, Nanyuan had already taken out the paper money and piled it in front of the tomb. Then, with a swept of spiritual power in his hands, a stream of spiritual fire flew out, and the pile of paper money burned wildly at that time.

Through the burning fire, Bai Fengyin and the others finally saw the handwriting carved on the square stone tablet - the Tomb of the First God General of the Great Wei Dynasty.

View the sea.

Of course it won't be a strange name.

This is true even for young men like Bai Fengyin.

Although they didn't know about things that were too far away, the bloody battle in Xijiang City a few years ago was enough to keep him famous in history.

He resisted Tuoba Yuanwu, who had a million troops with a total of 100,000 troops, for a few days, and finally, together with him, all the 100,000 troops were killed in battle.

After all, Bai Fengyin and others were young and could not imagine how tragic the battle was, but just thinking about that situation, thinking of the 100,000 to 100,000 people would rather die than surrender, and thinking of 100,000 people buried their bones, such words were enough to make these young people's chests surging and their eyes floated moist.

But what they didn't expect was that as the former No. 1 God General of the Great Wei Dynasty, his tomb was so simple.

At this time, the paper money was burned out and paper scraps that turned into ashes rose up all over the sky, like some kind of sacred ceremony, which made the atmosphere around him a little depressed.

At this time, Nanyuan sat on the ground and opened the seal on the can filled with wine.

A mellow aroma of wine overflowed.

Although Bai Fengyin and the other two didn’t like drinking, they could probably guess from the taste that this wine was valuable.

"When I met in the past, I was still young. I always thought that wine was a charming mind and an ominous thing, so I never had the opportunity to drink with you." Nan Yuan said, his voice was low, and the light in his eyes was deep as if he was trapped in some unsupportive memory.

"But it's ridiculous." He suddenly lifted the wine jar and placed it on the tip of his nose, revealing a hint of intoxication on his face.

"After many years, I suddenly fell in love with this thing." As he said that, he raised his head and poured the wine from the jar into his throat.

After drinking a few breaths, he put down the wine jar, stretched out his sleeve to wipe the wine stains on his mouth, and looked at the hill again. His face showed an indescribable smile or a bitter smile.

"It's just a pity that I have no chance to drink with you again."

After saying this, he slanted the wine jar in his hand, and the wine inside turned into a long water line and fell down. The splashes of water wet the tombstone in front of the grave.

After doing this, Nanyuan sighed again. He stood up, patted the dust on his body, then bowed down and bowed solemnly to the person in the tomb.

Bai Fengyin and the other two looked at each other at this time, and walked up one after another, and bowed to the people in the tomb like him, with their expressions equally solemn.

"Is this what my predecessors call a hero?" Bai Fengyin asked, looking at the simple tomb. His face was gloomy that was not supposed to belong to his age.

"Well. For the people of Xijiang, they led a hundred thousand troops to defend a city and finally died in battle. Do you think such people are considered heroes?" Nanyuan asked in a low voice.

"Of course, it's counted." Li Geting, who was beside him, nodded.

"Such a person should not be forgotten." Noble Gu also took over the conversation.

"Is this tomb erected by the senior to the God of Contemporary General?" Bai Fengyin suddenly turned his head and asked as if he had remembered something.

"No." Nanyuan shook his head. "When Guan Canghai died, I was no longer in Xijiang City. This tombstone was secretly established for him by the people in Xijiang City."

"Secretly?" the three of them were puzzled.

Even if you look at the sea of ​​Wei, you are a loyal and righteous man, why should you erect a monument for him secretly?

"After Tuoba Yuanwu was defeated by Guan Canghai, he was furious at their stubborn resistance, so he hung the body of Guan Canghai several days before Xijiang City, and no one was allowed to be buried, so as to intimidate the prefects of the other towns."

"When they led their troops eastward, the people in the city were able to find his body and buried him quietly here." Nanyuan said slowly without any haste.

"Bah, these barbarians are so bad!" Bai Fengyin immediately became angry when he heard this and couldn't help but scold.

"That's right, this is too cruel." Li Geting's brows also frowned slightly. Things like war are too far away for these teenagers. Without personal experience, they will never be able to understand the cruelty in it.

"Don't worry, Senior Nan, when I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely break into the barbarian land, and let those barbarians taste the feeling of separation of their wives and children and the country of their families and the breaking of their families." Nomad Gu also said at this time.

But as soon as this said, Nan Yuan nodded and looked at Yuyougu, and the god on his face suddenly became solemn.

"War is always something that the superior imposes on the inferior for his own sake. Understand his terror, don't create him again. Cherish this hard-earned peace." He said meaningfully.

Such a lesson was inevitably a bit harsh. Nomad Gu, who realized that he had said the wrong thing, shrank his head.

Bai Fengyin also glanced at his junior brother, then turned to Nanyuan and asked, "Senior Nan, isn't there a special cemetery for the gods in Chang'an City? Why don't I report to Master after I go back and let Senior Guan move his grave to where?"

Although he said this with kindness, he couldn't bear to see a loyal and kind person buried in the wilderness with such scruples.

But who knew that Nanyuan shook his head at this moment.

He looked up at the sky, and the autumn rain started to heavier again.

This time, he did not open his spiritual power, but let the autumn rain fall on his clothes.

"Just let him stay here."

"Accompanies those dead soldiers..."

"We also accompany this Xijiang City that he will never want to leave until his death..."... Friends reading books, you can search for "" and you can find this site as soon as possible.
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