War: The battlefield is stained with blood and thousands of bones are withered. The horn sounds and no one returns; the spear sheds the tears of the hero. When he is being sacrificed, he remembers the old land!
Love: Who is passing by, looking back to say fate; In the dream, drunken laughter hides the face, the wind sweeps away the dust, and the infatuation is broken; Where to return to the person, wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Meaning: As long as you live, live with them, and when you die, make them the same as yourself. See, it can be done very easily.
During the day, people are crying and lamenting, but at night, when people are gone, the silence is even more desolate.
Xiao Jiuying sat alone on the top of the mountain and stared at the door in the distance. The dark night covered everything and interpreted something completely different. Dreams are like floating life, and floating life is like dreams. Who can really tell the difference.
"I will be the last person of the Xiao family guarding Beiyong Pass." The cold voice blended into the cool night and dispersed.
I don't know who sighed and returned to the dark night.
"You no longer need to guard Beiyong Pass, and the Xiao family doesn't need you to guard it anymore. It's time for you to go!"
"General, the city gate is about to be breached. When will you return?"
In fact, this was just a life-and-death chess game between himself and himself. For him, there was only an end, no victory or defeat.
The ninth reincarnation finally found its home, but there was no one to return to.