New White Snake Asking Immortals

Since ancient times, true heroes rarely end well.

General Mo Lu suffered cynicism and ridicule and died silently in hundreds of battles. His bones were still cold and no one cared about him. Only young people and old servants who fed horses guarded the general's spirit in the huge mansion.

It was rainy and humid, and thick smoke from burning paper lingered in the courtyard. It seemed that the dead were worried about the rest of the world and were unwilling to leave...

Step over the threshold and enter the house, put away the paper umbrella and skillfully shake off the rain, and the leaves follow suit.

The young man got up, but the old servant could not speak clearly, so he had to entertain the guests himself.

"you are……"

"Passing passerby, let's take a last look at the general."

Taking a serious look at the young man's face, he confirmed that he was the general's son.

The mourning hall was a simple and thin coffin, which looked a little desolate. Bai Yu didn't offer incense or burn paper, it was for the general's good. If he really did that, he might not be able to bear the bow of the dragon, and he carefully restrained his breath so as not to collide with the soul of the dead.

Bai Yu's long eyes can understand yin and yang, seeing the downcast general standing beside the coffin and sighing, some people died full of resentment and all kinds of anger, while some died calmly and indifferently.

The dead soul was surprised again when he saw the girl in white at the roadside stall selling knives.

A certain Bai asked Ye Zi to come forward to burn some paper money, so as not to chill the hero's heart, the little girl clumsily threw paper into the brazier, and backed away repeatedly after being scorched by the scorching flames.

"Your father is a good man, don't blame him."

The young man turned his head angrily, his eyes were red and swollen, and he tried hard not to cry.

"A good guy? A hero? What's the use of a nice guy! Call him a hero and a role model to his face, but call him a fool behind his back! No one cares!"

The more I talk, the more I can't bear the anger and sadness, like a child who has been wronged, trying to control his expression and not grin.

Beside the coffin, the downcast general looked at his son in confusion...

Maybe Bai Yu was the first outsider to come to express condolences, or maybe the young man was heartbroken by those cynics, crying and yelling to vent his emotions.

"My father only remembers that he is a general! But he forgot that he is also a father!"

"What's the use of being a hero, huh... I sold my mother's relics to have money to buy a coffin... The jade pendant is worth fifty taels and give me ten taels! If you don't sell it, beat me! This is the people he protects!"

"The Hu family wants to dissolve the engagement, Mr. Dong refuses to pay back the money, the property is confiscated for no reason, and the palace will confiscate the mansion in a few days..."

"They scolded my father, so I fought them, but there were too many people to fight..."

"I don't want a hero as long as my father lives..."

After venting, the young man whimpered and sobbed. Beside the coffin, Bai Yu saw with his own eyes the soul of the fallen general crouching down with his head in his hands and sobbing.

There is nothing to say, it is difficult to persuade with words, no matter how much comfort is said, it is nonsense.

"wait for me."

Bai Yu led Ye Zi to go out with an umbrella, his eyes locked on a certain place through layers of confusion, and walked out quickly with Ye Zi who was getting more and more confused, to do something within his ability, there must be someone to do it, standing and talking nonsense is not Bai Yu style of.

Seriously reasoned, kindly and kindly took back the jade pendant, the process was very violent.

Not long after, he wobbled back to the general's mansion and returned the jade pendant to the young man.

The old servant smiled, happily watching the general's son holding the jade pendant in his hand and weeping. He didn't notice that the mysterious girl in white was talking to the general's ghost, and he couldn't hear or see it.

"You are already dead,

when are we leaving? "Bai Yu asked lightly.

"You...can you see me?"

The general couldn't believe it. For the first time since his death, anyone could see him and speak.

"I persuaded you not to buy a knife a long time ago, but you still chose this path. How about it, are you at a loss and at a loss when facing your son's accusation, do you regret it?"

"I... I... don't know..."

The general was in great pain. He wanted to stick to his beliefs but found that everything was a joke. Just like what his son said, he praised him in person and scolded fools behind his back. No one cared at all.

There was a moment of silence.

"Let's go, your son's life is good, don't worry, it won't be good for you to waste it."

Yingling sighed helplessly.

"Thank you fairy, I will go."

Taking one last look at the young man, the downcast general turned and walked towards Huangquan Road, his figure fading away in the yellow sand...

Suddenly, the general's son felt something in his heart, as if he saw a familiar old and desolate figure getting farther and farther away, and felt pain in his heart. The bleak figure was lonely and pitiful, and he yelled loudly.

"Father...you will always be the hero in my son's heart! In the future, I will tell my children and grandchildren about my father's deeds! I am proud of you!"

The hunchbacked figure on Huangquan Road shook suddenly, looked back at Yang Shi, laughed and disappeared.

Bai Yu smiled at the corner of his mouth, and silently gave the old general a blessing. The hero should not be chilled. A hero is not a general who wields his troops to conquer the world. To be remembered, may be the strong, may be the weak.

The young man found that the mysterious girl led the little girl out with an umbrella, and there was a package on the table next to her.

A corner of the package was exposed, and the gold bars inside were shining...

"Girl~ your..."

Looking up and looking far away, Bai Yu and Ye Zi swayed away from the general's mansion and continued to wander, watching the ordinary people panic and anxious, watching the slums still lazy and indifferent, watching the noble children busy running around.

Perhaps the people in the world who are least afraid of war are the poor in the slums. When you have nothing, you will suddenly find that there are many things that you don’t have to worry about. Maybe the Yan Kingdom may improve your life.

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Of course, find a place to shelter from the rain. If you are lucky enough, you can see Miss Qianjin from a wealthy family~"

Ye Zi rolled his eyes and muttered that Mister might be stupid again...

One big and one small strolled to the side of the noble street to find a corner out of the rain to sit on a bench and watch a play, watching the small sedan chairs and carriages come and go. Recently, the nobles have been very active like chicken blood, even those who have retired behind the scenes The old guy who was caring for his life also had to jump out and worry about it.

Before long, a convoy of dozens of carriages passed by slowly.

The minister who bought the paper umbrella finally chose to resign and return to his hometown. There are a lot of supplies, and there are more than a dozen wives and concubines. A certain white pays more attention to those rich ladies, and accurately scans their body characteristics through thermal induction to comment... …

The minister walked slowly by on horseback holding a paper umbrella, but did not see a certain stall owner.

"Nan Wu is about to end~"

The general died and the ministers returned home, leaving some intriguing people to manipulate the situation. Soon, when this scene is over, they will be able to increase their cultivation again, which really makes Jiao look forward to it.

Looking north, Yan Country's Qi is overwhelming and heading south...

Jiang Mian once again sent troops to Southern Wu. After a thorough rectification and purge, the Yan army was even more powerful and conquered the city. It was unexpected that the forward general was from Southern Wu.

Facts have proved that Qiao Jin is easier to convince the generals of the Southern Wu. Many people secretly dissatisfied with the matter of the Chiman people, so they surrendered Qiao Jin half-heartedly.

Fighting and fighting, Qiao Jin found that she, the striker, even had more troops than the main force...