Since ancient times, true heroes rarely end well.

The last general suffered cynicism and died silently in a hundred battles. His body was still cold and no one cared about it. Only young people and old servants who fed horses were the vigil for the general in such a big mansion. The house was deserted and no relatives or friends came to express their condolences.

It was a rainy and humid day, and thick smoke from burning paper lingered in the courtyard. It seemed that the deceased was worried about the afterlife and did not want to leave...

Crossing the threshold, entering the house, putting away the paper umbrella and skillfully shaking off the rainwater, the leaves followed suit.

The young man got up, but the old servant couldn't speak clearly, so he had to wait for the guests himself.

"You are..."

"Passengers come to see the general for the last time."

I carefully looked at the young man's face and confirmed that he was the general's son.

The mourning hall was a simple and thin coffin, which looked a little desolate. Bai Yujun did not put incense or burn paper for the sake of the general. If he really wanted to do this, he was afraid that the deceased general would not be able to bear the dragon's worship, so he carefully restrained his breath to avoid hitting the soul of the deceased.

Bai Yujun's longan eyes penetrated the yin and yang, and he saw the down-and-out general standing next to the coffin and sighing. Some people died with so much resentment and all kinds of anger, while some people died calmly and calmly.

The dead soul once again saw the girl in white selling knives at a roadside stall, and looked surprised.

Moubai asked Ye Ye to come forward and burn some paper money, hoping that the hero could not be chilled. The little girl clumsily threw the paper into the brazier, and was roasted by the scorching flames and retreated repeatedly.

"Your father is a good man, don't blame him."

The young man groaned and turned his head away, his eyes were red and swollen and he was trying hard not to cry.

"A good person? A hero? What's the use of a good person? You say he is a hero and a role model to your face, but behind your back you say he is a fool! No one cares at all!"

The more he spoke, the more unbearable his anger and sadness became, like a wronged child trying hard to control his expression without grinning.

Beside the coffin, the fallen general looked at his son with a confused expression...

Maybe Bai Yujun was the first outsider to come to express condolences, or maybe the young man was heartbroken by the cynicism and was crying and yelling to vent his emotions.

"My dad only remembers that he was a general! But he forgot that he was also a father!"

"What's the use of a hero... I sold my mother's belongings to have money to buy a coffin... The jade pendant is worth fifty taels, give me 10 taels! If you don't sell it, beat me! These are the people he protects!"

"The Hu family is going to break off the engagement, Mr. Dong has defaulted on his debts, his property has been confiscated for no reason, and he will be monopolized for sale. In a few days, the Heavenly Palace will also confiscate the mansion..."

"They called me daddy, so I fought with them, but there were too many people to beat them..."

"I don't want a hero as long as my father is alive..."

After venting his anger, the young man sobbed and sobbed. Beside the coffin, Bai Yujun saw with his own eyes the soul of the fallen general crouching down and holding his head in his hands, sobbing.

There is nothing to say, it is difficult to persuade with words, and no matter how much comfort you say, it is all nonsense.

"Wait me a moment."

Bai Yujun led Ye Zi out with an umbrella, his eyes locked on a certain place through the layers of confusion, and walked out quickly with Ye Zi, who was getting more and more confused, to do something within his ability, someone must do it, standing around talking nonsense is not

Bai Yujun's style.

Be careful and reasonable to get the jade pendant back in a kind and friendly manner, but the process is very violent.

Not long after, he wandered back to the general's mansion and returned the jade pendant to the young man.

The old servant smiled and happily watched the general's son burst into tears holding a jade pendant in his hand. He did not notice that the mysterious girl in white was talking to the general's soul, and could not hear or see it.

"You are already dead, when will you leave?" Bai Yujun asked calmly.

"You...can you see me?"

The general was in disbelief. This was the first time since his death that anyone could see and speak to him.

"I have advised you not to buy a knife a long time ago, but you still chose this path. How about it? Faced with your son's accusation, are you confused, lost and at a loss? Do you regret it?"

"I...I...don't know..."

The general was in pain. He wanted to stick to his beliefs but found that everything was a joke. As his son said, no one cared at all if he praised in front of his face and sneered at the fool behind his back.

There was a moment of silence.

"Let's go. Your son's life is good and there's no need to worry. It won't be good for you if he wastes it any longer."

The heroic spirit sighed helplessly.

"Thank you fairy, I'll go."

Taking one last look at the young man, the desolate general turned and walked towards Huangquan Road, his figure becoming increasingly faint in the yellow sand...

Suddenly, the general's son felt something in his heart, as if he saw a familiar old and desolate figure getting further and further away. He felt pain in his heart, the bleak figure was lonely and pitiful, and he shouted violently.

"Dad...you will always be the hero in my son's heart! In the future, I will tell my children and grandchildren about my father's deeds! I am proud of you!"

Huang Quan Lu's rickety back suddenly trembled, and he looked back at Yang Shi and laughed loudly before disappearing.

Bai Yujun smiled at the corner of his mouth and silently gave the old general a blessing. He could not let the hero down. A hero is not a fierce general who wields his troops to conquer the world, nor is he a famous person who is above ten thousand people, nor is he necessarily a hero of the martial arts world with righteousness. Heroes are often unknown or unknown.

If you are not remembered, you may be a strong person or you may be a weak person.

The young man discovered that the mysterious girl was leading the little girl out with an umbrella, and there was a package on the table next to her.

A corner of the package was exposed, and the gold bars inside were shining...

"Girl~your..."

Looking up and looking far away, Bai Yujun and Ye Zi wandered away from the General's Mansion and continued to wander around, watching the ordinary people panic and anxious, watching the slums still being lazy and indifferent, and watching the aristocratic children running around in a hurry.

Perhaps the people in the world who are least afraid of war are the poor people in the slums. When you have nothing, you will suddenly find that there are many things that you don't have to worry about. Maybe the Yan Kingdom can improve your life.

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Of course I need to find a place to take shelter from the rain. If I'm lucky enough, I can see the daughter of a wealthy family~"

Ye Zi rolled his eyes and muttered that Mr. Might be stupid again...

A large group of people strolled to the noble street to find a sheltered corner from the rain and sit on a bench to watch the show, watching the sedans and carriages coming and going. Recently, the nobles have been very active as if they had chicken blood. Even those who have retired behind the scenes

The old guy who lives his whole life has to come out to be busy and worried.

Before long, a convoy of dozens of carriages passed by slowly.

The minister who bought the paper umbrella finally chose to resign and return to his hometown. He had a lot of supplies and more than a dozen wives and concubines. He paid more attention to those wealthy ladies and used thermal sensors to accurately scan their body features and comment...

…

The minister walked slowly by on horseback and held a paper umbrella, but did not see a certain stall owner.

"Nanwu is about to end~"

The general died and the ministers returned home, leaving some intrigues and intrigues to control the situation. Soon, when this scene ends, they will be able to increase their cultivation level again. Jiao is really looking forward to it.

Looking north, Yanguo's fortune is pressing southward...

Jiang Mian once again sent troops to Nanwu. After being thoroughly reorganized and purged, the Yan army became more powerful and conquered cities and territories. What was unexpected was that the forward general was a native of Nanwu, Qiao Jin of the Qiao family in Yuecheng, a woman who was not inferior to men.

Facts have proved that Qiao Jin is easier to convince the Southern Wu soldiers. Many people were secretly dissatisfied with the Chi Mang people, so they surrendered to Qiao Jin half-heartedly.
Chapter completed!