A Song of Yangguan Like the Early Years

War Beacon Fire Nine Heavens

In the dark, it is doomed to be doomed

—— "Fu Farewell"

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Before leaving, Zhuqing went to Jieyuan Temple to visit Luoyuan.

The incense in Jieyuan Temple was as strong as ever, and Zhu Qing stood quietly under the hall, leaning over to light the candle in front of the Buddha.The light of the flame flickered in the jade cup, and the faint red light made his face even paler.

Luo Yuan clasped his hands together and opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.The person in front of me has changed, it is no longer the child who hugged the corner of his monk robe and called "Master" when he was a child...

The current him is a combination of hostility and murderous aura. In these years, he doesn't know what kind of bloody storm it is?After a long time, Luo Yuan unhappily called Zhu Qing's childhood address: "Qing'er..."

Zhu Qing's face turned red suddenly, and he said: "Master..." Luo Yuan chuckled, after so many years, he gradually took everything very lightly, and he hadn't felt this way for a long time—like the one in front of him The boy in white with a blush flying across his face is his lost child.

"Qing'er doesn't have to blush, I'm just an old man." Luo Yuan joked again, making Zhu Qing ignore him gorgeously.

Standing under the Buddha, Zhuqing looked up at the compassionate and kind face of the Buddha, and asked abruptly, "Has Master ever killed anyone?"

Luo Yuan looked at Zhu Qing curiously: "The old monk is a member of the Buddhist sect, so it's natural that he never did."

Zhuqing smiled slightly, but his eyes were icy cold: "People who deserve to die must be killed. Trying to be kind will only lead to disaster."

Luo Yuan was speechless, so he could only ask: "What does Qing'er think of this expedition?".

"The victory or defeat is uncertain. Yan country's soldiers occupy the people's peace, and the Xun country's defenders occupy the geographical advantage. It depends on the harmony of the sky." Zhu Qing said lightly, the golden Buddha in front of him smiled and looked down at all living beings, "The general trend of the world, united for a long time must be divided , divided for a long time must be united, and the common people can only breathe for a while, what is victory or defeat?"

Ruoyuan remained silent, and the atmosphere between the two fell into embarrassment.In the end, it was Zhuqing who broke the terrible silence: "Master, would you like to play a game with Zhu?"

Luo Yuan smiled, "Very good."

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Three days later, the army was reorganized.The emperor saw off in person, offered sacrifices to heaven, earth, and ancestors, to rectify morale, and to inspire people.

Zhu Yu Nian took the lead, raised the wine to the sky, and drank it all in one gulp.All the soldiers also held wine and marched towards the majestic imperial city. In an instant, the 20 troops roared with pride: "God bless Xunguo! God bless King Mu! Litong will win!"

It has been a long time since Zhu Yunian led troops to go out on an expedition.Seeing the loyal and fanatical young soldiers with blushing faces, the blood that hadn't surged in the body for a long time seemed to be ignited and boiled!Crying for Peng Yong to come out!Under the gaze of tens of thousands of troops, Zhu Yunian suddenly drew his sword, pointed it at the sky, and sang loudly:

As fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as guarded as a mountain, fight my old battlefield.

Raise the whip to spur the horse, and the silver gun shines red in the sun.Leap like a dragon in the clouds, dive like a dragon underwater!

The wolf of the eastern capital, but with a long spear, guards our rivers and mountains, blood-stained on the battlefield, and spends several years in spring and autumn.

All the soldiers were a little stunned, and suddenly heard the sound of Yaoqin clanging, chilling and tragic!The clear singing voice and Zhu Yu Nian's bold and vigorous voice handed over each other, and nearly 10 people in the imperial city were shocked by this loud and clear singing voice like an eagle!

Riding horses and crossing spears, the army faces the battlefield with flags flying in the wind

The sound of drums in the middle of the night stimulates the Quartet

Rivers and mountains, flat water and soil, busy

The sinking boat breaks the cauldron and breaks the Lancang

Swing the halberd forcefully to pull up the mountain and fight high-spirited

Messy clouds cover the eyes and shatter the moonlight

Drinking blood as a gate guard my city is like golden soup

All the soldiers followed the clear voice, and the weak young man sat alone on the high city wall, and the king standing at the highest point of the city wall beside him seemed to be his foil!Aster in white, ethereal and not like ordinary people!

The white hands are as white as green onions, fluttering and dancing on the piano like butterflies wearing flowers. The melody of Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu pours out from under his slender and flexible fingers. A noble and flowing piano can be so heroic and tragic!

Zhuqing raised her eyes slightly, fingers fluttered, looked up at the sky, and sang clearly:

Before leaving, look north at Muye, where thousands of troops are boundless

Sing a marching song with the clear sound of the painting corner

Sighing at the setting sun, wild geese in the forest, distant mountains and long clouds at dusk

sad

The flames of war cover the sky

The river dries up, the autumn wind shakes the galaxy

Who draws arrows like flowing fire

Flying Yin Xiaoying pierces the enemy's jaw

Driving a long car and holding the King Gole switch

Life and death, strangers, homeland, return to heart

Iron Armor Tough Frost

Listening to the dragon chant breaking the ice at night

The three armies strategize and fight horizontally

The night is fading, the arrow is sharp and piercing through the clouds

Counterattack breaks the wind and the moon falls

Dragon Tooth Emperor

Zhu Yu Nian's singing voice is bold and unrestrained:

Shake like thunder, roar like tiger, plunder like fire

Expansion of the battlefield

strong wine in glass

Mo Xiao lies alone drunk on the battlefield

Drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife.The sun has not yet set in Pingsha, and I see Lintao gloomyly.

In the old days of the Great Wall War, salty words were high-spirited.The yellow dust is full of ancient and modern times, and the white bones are in disorder.

Under the city, above the city, a pair of father and son.Onion-white jade hands broke, wiped, hooked, and struck on the silk strings, locked long and short, played single and double, the sound of the piano was clanging, and the singing was rolling.

Only then did the sergeants in the city realize it from the shock. This is the song composed by the founding emperor of the Xun Kingdom and the ancestors of the Zhu family when they conquered the country together. It is a marching song spread by various countries!All the soldiers put forth all their strength, and also sang loudly, the singing became louder and louder, resounding through the heavens!

Xia Que started again, and the legendary father and son looked at each other and smiled:

Reminiscing about where the flying ashes of masts and sculls are buried in the graves of heroes

Don't ask about the date of return

Chaotic rocks collapsing and waves laying a foundation for the rise and fall of mountains and rivers

The iron cavalry suddenly rushed to the battle to hold the full moon and shoot Sirius

The wind and the streamer bury the Rong and Qiang

Listening carefully to the solitary wind and the evening rain through the bamboo scorpion

Haoxue turns into frost, wind and cloud return to soil

Written in blood, loyal heart wrapped in leather, returning home

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, the thunder cracks the sky, the setting sun is like clouds

bloody battle

Fighting in the wild, galloping with style

Royal Ben rushes into the world

Chasing the deer in Jiuyuan and breaking through the strong formation

Who wants to kill the jackdaw

Looking across the horizon without looking to the world with gray hair

A thought of life and death is like a reed

The sunset on the long river looks at the motherland and sheds tears

Arrows flying blood like falling flowers

Thousands of glorious memories, floating life like quicksand

Don't ask the sky where is home

Loyal soul, blood and history sprinkled

... (Jian San's "Battle in the Sky", everyone can go and listen to it. After listening to it, I really want to open Jian San and start fighting...)

The singing stopped, and Mu Li hadn't woken up from the shock. He saw the enthusiasm and reverence in the eyes of the sergeant when he looked at the Zhu family father and son!

This song alone won the hearts of the soldiers.

If you don't get rid of it and then hurry up, how can I come to the Mu family!

With one song, the morale of the Xun Kingdom reaches its peak!

This is Mr. Mo Yan, with just one song, the hearts of the soldiers will be drawn together!

The army marched out of the imperial city mighty and mighty.Zhu Qing walked down the city wall slowly, and with a swipe of his toes, he walked to the side of Zhu Yunian, where the world-famous horse "Treading Snow", covered in snow-white aura, was waiting for his arrival.