heroes without tears

In the fourth year of Zhenghe in the Northern Song Dynasty, the powerful treacherous eunuch Xuanfu envoy Tong Guan forced Xizhou general Liu Fa to attack Xixia Shuofang.In the same year, Liu Fa was killed in ambush, and the Northern Song army was terrified and in chaos. Xixia took advantage of the victory to pursue and defeated the Northern Song Dynasty.Tong Guan lied about the military situation, concealed his failure, reported his victory to the court, and all officials entered the palace to celebrate.

At that time, the first swordsman of the Xixia army, the general Wu Miyu was assassinated, which caused internal turmoil in Xixia, the Guanyou area was poor, the soldiers and horses were weak, and the country was seriously injured. The Northern Song Dynasty fought back and captured several Xixia fortresses.

In the fifth year of Zhenghe, the Jin Dynasty prospered, and the situation of the three kingdoms of Xixia, Liao Dynasty, and Northern Song Dynasty was broken. Liao Dynasty and Northern Song Dynasty were destroyed successively.

After the rise of the Mongol Empire, Xixia and the Jin Dynasty struggled for several years, and both sides suffered losses. They were destroyed by Mongolia one after another, and the fisherman benefited.

In the third year of Baoqing in the Southern Song Dynasty, the Xia Dynasty fell, and Genghis Khan ordered the massacre of the city.

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The old man is separated from the river and the sea, separated by mountains and rivers several times.At first glance, I turn over my doubts and dreams, and I feel sad and ask each other for years.

The solitary lamp shines in the cold and the rain, and the wet bamboo floats in the dark.There is even the hatred of the Ming Dynasty, and the regret of leaving the cup is shared.

"Mother, why did we leave Kaifeng, that is our home."

"The Jin soldiers entered the pass, but the Song soldiers did not defend them. If we want to save our lives, we must go south."

"But...why can't you keep it?"

"Because..."

"Mother, mother, why are you crying?...Wait, when Fei grows up, he will become the number one swordsman in the world like Shen Qingzheng, and drive the hateful golden soldiers back to the grassland!"

Helan Mountain is snowing again tonight.

In the wide sky and clouds, there were a few sounds of solitary flutes swallowing softly, and suddenly the sound of dancing swords breaking through the air, a shadow in a blue shirt flew under the pines and plums, like a lone goose, like a dragon.

He stood with a sword in his hand, on the top of Helan Mountain, lonely and peerless.

The sound of gongs and drums, the melodious suona, and the long queue of BMW cars.A red eight-carrying sedan chair was walking in the middle of the convoy, with servant girls on both sides carrying baskets full of flowers and throwing them all the way.

The welcoming team was noisy with gongs and drums all the way, celebrating the most important happy event in the daughter's life.

"Qiaoer," came a crisp female voice from the sedan chair, "I smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms, where is this?"

The accompanying maid walked quickly, approached the window and said with a smile: "Miss, we are passing by the foot of Helan Mountain."

A pair of slender hands slightly opened the corner of the car curtain, the bride glanced secretly, and exclaimed softly: "Ah, so beautiful."

"That's not it." The servant girl said: "We have caught up with the good times. This Helan Mountain has 'four scenery in one season'. There are ginkgo and red maple, and the top of the mountain is covered with deep snow all year round in winter."

"I heard that there are still immortals living on the top of the mountain."

"Immortal?... What kind of immortal?"

"Sword Immortal! My father said that during the years when the Xixia soldiers were detained, a sword immortal was born. He beheaded the famous Xixia General at that time with a single sword, and saved my Song Ruo Daheshan."

"Then... what happened next?"

"This……"

She stared at the snow-covered mountain top, and seemed to see a green shirt on the highest point swaying in the wind in a trance.

Who is it, the hero is well-known to every family, and the merits and demerits behind him are trance-heard;

"Qiaoer, tell me." For some reason, she suddenly had a sore nose and asked, "Is there a time when Sword Immortal...will be so lonely that she sheds tears?"

"Miss, what did you say?" The gongs and drums were noisy, and the servant girl couldn't hear the woman's muttering to herself.

"……nothing."

The flowing light of the Transformation Sword turned, and wherever the sword intent pointed, evil spirits and treacherous evils appeared in all directions. He swung the sword over and over again, thousands of sword intents merged into one, and then divided into tens of thousands. On the front, meteors streak across the sky, and the bright moon shines on the eight wastelands.

What is hero tears?

Those who are unyielding, brave, and a great hero serve the country and the people, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go.It is the hottest drop of blood condensed by the soul roaring through the ages on the battlefield;It is to walk through the hopeless desert and raise your head to point your sword at the sky and the scorching sun;

It's going to be the top of the mountain, it's fishing alone in the cold river and snow;It's drunken waking up and looking south to the end of the world, it's a long-lasting regret that this body is not mine.

A hand with a thick callus honed from long-term sword practice gently stroked the broken stone tablet, flicking its fingers, tracing the verses engraved on it.

"The cold light and clear shadow go with the wind, and a blue rainbow shines on the blue sky"

The golden lume has not been pruned, and it blooms more freely after snowfall.

The nick pierced by a sword on the trunk has not healed for a long time, but it does not seem to affect its vitality.

A new tomb was added to the back mountain. Someone used his deep internal strength to engrave the three characters "Gu Wulei" with his finger as a blade.Under the grave, it was empty.

The thousands of Yuhua stones on the Chilian Bridge are covered with snow, and some edges and corners are faintly exposed, exuding a luster that has not changed over the years.

The Jiange stands tall, and the sky is full of wind and rain.

The long sword is still flying, the cold wind is rustling, blowing the snow on the shoulders, and the pear blossoms are blooming and falling.He closes his eyes, opens his chest to breathe in the world, the west wind year after year, he dances the sword mesmerizingly, but he no longer has a bamboo flute. Cheng Yu, accompanied by Huangquan and Biluo.

The author has something to say:

It's over~ I have fulfilled my dream of being a second martial arts hero in a psychopath~~~ I'm not popular, so I'll give myself some flowers o(>﹏<)o