Sword three of Pinghu Qiuyue

Later, General Li Chongye would recall the events of that day every time before going out for an expedition.

The yellow sand in Mobei, the howling wind, the figure of Wenshui Zangjian has become a soul haunting in dreams.

Li Chongye became a frequent visitor to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan next door.

Everything is impermanent, everything is suffering.

Master Abbot sat with him and meditated, "Diamond Sutra says, "You should not live in the form of the mind, you should not live in the sound, smell and touch the law to produce the mind, you should produce the mind of no place to live. "Can the benefactor understand?"

All dharmas have no self, and extinction is joy.

Desire to die!

"The benefactor is too hostile, and the crime of killing is too deep. You need to know that all ulterior motives are like dreams and bubbles. You should let go of all karma in order to be reborn in bliss."

"The crime of killing is too heavy..." Li Chongye smiled self-deprecatingly, "After the red lotus karma fire, it would be good to make a pair with that person in Abi Hell."

The abbot shook his head when he heard the words, "Amitabha, Amitabha."

For so many years, Li Chongye felt that Ye Shunhua had just saved a walking dead.

There is nothing to love in life, why live?

If it weren't for the words he said before he died, Li Chongye might have abandoned the world of mortals long ago, and would have been dressed in straw sandals.

"Shunhua's life is worthless... But you are different, General... The people of the Tang Dynasty still need you to protect..."

That was the first time in Li Chongye's life that he hated himself for making a slip of the tongue after drinking.

If it wasn't for Pinghu Qiuyue that night that he didn't argue with Ye Shunhua, wouldn't he change this proud Tibetan sword?

With a silver gun piercing through her chest, and her white clothes dyed with red flowers, does the Qiao Dongmei in the mouth of the gifted scholar have such a thrilling appearance?

Life is silent, but death is vigorous.

Vigorously saved him, and vigorously destroyed him.

Ye Shunhua's smile was so cold and glamorous, Li Chongye never knew that just a smile and a gaze could be so beautiful.

It's a pity that he can no longer see those eyes that are as bright as spots of paint.

When Ye Shunhua bumped into the spear in his hand, everyone was stunned, he, Shen Yu, and every Tiance soldier.

It wasn't until the warm blood burned his hand holding the gun along the gun barrel that he realized that everything was over.

From now on, for thousands of generations, when people praise this famous general who guarded the Great Tang with reverence, Ye Shunhua's name is like floating duckweed, disappearing in the mighty river of history.

It's just that there is always that one person who remembers this name and will never forget it forever.

It is:

Why not be insolent.The moon is faint by the West Lake.The moon is faint, and a pot of fresh brew is piercing through the bones.Persevering wind and frost.The old man dances with the broken red tassel spear, and the gentleman hates impermanence like the wind.Hate impermanence, floating life is easy to make mistakes, and delusion becomes injury.

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