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Volume 1 Chapter 212: The Generous and Tragic Mourning of Wu

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    "Yes, I believe in the steward's strength, and what he said about the close relationship between my father, Shibi Khan, and Qiming Khan. Even if things go badly and they can't buy horses, people will definitely be safe.  Leave the tent of the Turkic Khan." The girl mentioned this, which really made me confused, but after all, I still believe in the judgment of professionals like Li Qian.  "That's true, but brother, what is it that makes you insist on buying so many war horses?" The doubts in the younger sister's eyes became more and more intense.  "Haha, because it seems that the era of singing and dancing is about to change. Brother, I have to deal with it early." I took a deep breath and looked at the bank of Luoshui, just like a picture  In ordinary Luoyang City.  In my ears, I seemed to have begun to hear the roars and screams of countless people, as well as the flags flying high. I turned my head to look to the north, and seemed to see countless people with shaved bald heads and weird braids.  The knight, howling like a wolf, was rushing towards the south "Brother, what's wrong with you?" The sleeve was gently pulled by the sister, and there was a trace of worry on the sister's face. I don't know when.  , Li Yaoguang, who had been galloping to the front of the team, had already arrived near me. He looked at me with the same doubts on his face, and then looked towards the vast and distant north.  "I'm just wondering when that vast grassland like the ocean will be firmly grasped in the palm of my hand, China, and I will no longer dare to look southward." I sighed softly, my voice full of emotion.  A touch of melancholy and helplessness.  Every tribulation of the Chinese nation is inseparable from the prosperity of the grasslands and the decline of the Central Plains. I really don¡¯t know if I can change all this and let the wheel of history turn a beautiful arc.  On the path I want.  "It suddenly occurred to me that I should write a drama, a story about a hero who spent his whole life fighting for his nation." I smiled slightly, thinking of that person and his story,  His unyielding and resistance, because of his existence, made those foreign races have to be in awe and fear him like a tiger.  He is Ran Min, the King of Wu Dao. He is the hero of the Han people in the world, and he is also the symbol of the Chinese nation's spirit of not bowing to foreigners.  "You are very tired. You have seen the desolation and sadness in countless wars. Why don't you take a rest? Although you still hold a sharp sword in your hand, your subordinates have fallen.  The subjects will also surrender to me. If you don¡¯t have the strength to raise the sword in your hand, why don¡¯t you surrender? ¡­ In the corner of the stage that seemed a little dark, there was a king, dancing his arms nervously and almost exaggeratedly.  , just like Hitler's madness and paranoia on the podium, roaring angrily, he was very angry, but also looked fearful. He always lingered in the shadows in despair, never being exposed to the light, as if  Only darkness can make him feel safe. Surrounding this king are countless soldiers wearing helmets and holding sharp swords, but these people are just like him, extremely afraid of the man who stands proudly on the top of the rocks.  He was holding the hilt of the sword tightly, leaning against a dead tree, but with a cheerful and fearless smile. His eyes were so peaceful and gentle, as if looking at the end of his sight.  When he arrived, the family members who were waiting for the return of their loved ones seemed like a weed struggling to emerge from the snow-covered soil and blooming with the greenery of spring. The armor on his body was already covered with blood, and his back was covered with blood.  There were still a few trembling arrows stuck in it, and under the boulder, a dozen of his soldiers fell. Just a moment ago, they were still full of vigor and wanted to follow him to drive away all the Yi Di.  Out of the land of China. And now, those blue-gray stones have become the final destination of their lives. He struggled and stood up holding the dead tree, his sharp eyes made those who were hiding.  The kings and warriors in the shadow couldn't help but rush around. There was a contemptuous smile on his lips, and his expression was so calm and proud. "Surrender?"  I can¡¯t surrender, but China¡¯s character is still there, so how can I surrender?  Thousands of loyal souls from China are looking at me from the sky. How can I surrender?  "His roar frightened the king and soldiers into confusion, just like the darkness illuminated by the light. It seemed that with just a slight exertion, they would be extinguished in the light. Ran Min's majestic and powerful roar is still there  Echoing. "If you kill one of me, Ran Min, in the near future, countless Ran Min will stand in front of you, pick up swords and guns, and let you Hulu, who regard us Chinese as cattle and sheep slaves, know that I  The Chinese spirit will never die, and the heroic soul will last forever" "Kill him, kill him so that his words will not spread, and his spirit will not remain in this land." The king hiding in the shadows  He screamed crazily and nervously, and dozens of soldiers fell to his sword again. He charged hard and nearly struck the king several times. The king screamed and begged and fled into the depths of darkness.  , cursed Ran Min and ordered to fire arrows.sp; In the end, countless feather arrows made Ran Min lean against the tree with eyes wide open and the sharp blade that had been broken into two parts still pointed forward.  "Destroy the Hu, destroy the Hu" All the shadows hidden in the darkness faded away, and countless dandelions fell from the sky, floating melodiously, and what followed was the melodious and profound sound of the flute.  , everything returned to tranquility, and the curtain gradually fell, but Ran Min's roar was still in the hearts of all people, even reverberating in their souls Even though the curtain had fallen, but, inside the theater,  The atmosphere was still extremely solemn, even depressing, so depressing that one could hardly breathe, until Li Yaoguang, who was sitting next to me with already red eyes, began to applaud firmly and powerfully. The noisy applause almost  The entire roof of the theater collapsed.  And I, as if I had lost all my strength, leaned against the railing of the terrace, looking at the excited and excited faces, and felt extremely happy.  Li Jiancheng and his friends were blowing and whistling around me, and applauding as hard as they could, as if otherwise, it was really not enough to express their excitement.  "It's really undeserved that such a heroic figure should die at the hands of such a young man." Li Yaoguang's eyes filled with water mist fell on me, with dissatisfaction and annoyance. Although his voice was low, his voice was thick and clear.  My resentment was like the turbulent water of the Yellow River, almost drowning me.  "Sanniang, please don't look at me like that. Although I wrote the script, the problem is that I didn't kill King Wu Dao." "But he died under your pen, even though he died like that.  Heroic, but why can't such a hero continue to live?" It was then that I saw clearly that Li Yaoguang's eyes were as red as rabbits, and even his words had a nasal voice. It seemed that Li Yaoguang was too involved in the drama.  In other words, the sense of substitution is too strong.  Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but feel a little pain in my heart. I explained with relief: "He is still alive. Although more than two hundred years have passed, he lives in my writing and in the hearts of you viewers.  His words and deeds are enough to be remembered by future generations, so that we people will always remember his spirit of not fearing power and fighting bravely" "Well, although I still hate you a little, you are right, although it is very sad,  But it's very inspiring" Li Yaoguang sucked in his red nose, raised his mouth high, and his eyes were full of awe and admiration for this historical figure.  I believe that there must be a lot of admiration for me for being able to write such a generous, tragic and touching script.  The low-pitched communication between us was interrupted by increasingly enthusiastic cheers. At this moment, I wholeheartedly gave the warmest applause to the actor who perfectly interpreted Ran Min's spirit and arrogance.  They are all talking loudly about today's drama "Wu Mourning the Heavenly King", as if at this moment, everyone is still trapped in the thrilling plot and cannot extricate themselves.  "Grandma, it was so exciting. It would be even better if I played Ran Min. He would definitely be more exciting than that guy. Especially the pose he made at the end was so impressive." Liu  Acer took a big gulp of wine and wiped the wine stains from his beard with an intoxicated look on his face.  "Brother Yu has seen such a heroic figure and such a shocking performance for the first time in his life. It's a pity that such a hero will end up like this. Beauty is short-lived, but heroes are short-lived" Li Shimin also had a sentimental look on his face.  typical.  It seemed that at this moment, Ran Min's last efforts were still echoing in his ears: "This play is indeed good. The generous tragic man and the heroic and ambitious words should come to light. Come on, everyone will drink." Just now he saw the same thing.  Yang Shidao's eyes were full of blood. His eyes and the tip of his nose were still a little red at the moment. He must have shed a lot of tears just now. It seemed that literary and artistic young people were prone to sentimentality. I was right.  Everyone who returned to the shareholder-only private room of the hotel, including my sister, and even Li Xuanba, raised their wine cups impassionedly, but when drinking, it looked like someone was forcing him to drink.  It was like peeing, winking and winking in extremely painful expression, which really made people speechless.  "It's a pity that we brothers can only watch such a good show for one day, alas" After Xue Wanche drank two glasses of wine, he wiped the corners of his mouth with a look of reluctance.  As soon as these words came out, Liu Hongji next to him also sighed sadly.  "There is no other way. If we brothers don't go to jail, we might have to report to the military camp in three to five days. If we want to be convicted, we will have to suffer the consequences of military law."
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