Eternal Gate

Moonlight night.

Snow was flying, and an old carriage drove slowly by, leaving two shallow car prints.

In the car, there was the great general of the Tang Dynasty, who had been in a coma since he left the border city.

kill!

war!

Behind him, the shouts of killing rang loudly across the border.

The veterans escorting the carriage wiped away tears along the way.

It was probably a snowy day, the road was rugged, the carriage was bumpy and swaying, and the sleeping Zhao Yun woke up.

When he opened his eyes, there was darkness in front of him. He could not see things clearly and could not see the way forward.

"Where is this?" Zhao Yun's words were hoarse, just three words, and he said weakly.

"On the way to the capital." A veteran with a broken arm said with a smile, trying to hide his sad tone.

"Send me back to the border."

"Marshal, you are too seriously injured and need treatment as soon as possible." said the veteran with a broken arm.

"General, there is no need to worry about the war at the border. Our reinforcements from the Tang Dynasty have already passed by."

The other veteran smiled gently, but what he said was a well-intentioned lie.

Reinforcements? Wherever there are reinforcements in the Tang Dynasty, all parties are at war.

But he had to lie to General Mingyu's death order to send the marshal back to Beijing.

For a long time, there was no sound in the carriage. The divine punishment was so severe that Zhao Yun fell into a coma again. It is important to know one's fate. He has reached the end of his life. He will never see the light again. The energy to hold on has long since dissipated.

Also dissipated was his ice and fire.

The flames, as white as snow, turned into snow.

Cuckoo...!

When Zhao Yun woke up again, there was intermittent female laughter in his ears.

The carriage stopped, and several veterans clenched their spears and stared ahead.

There, there was a woman in red with disheveled hair, walking crazily in the snow.

It is the Holy Mother of Yin Ling who is still alive in the world after ten years, but she lives in a state of confusion.

"Who are you?"

The veteran with a broken arm yelled, and the hand holding the weapon tightened.

He didn't think this was a lunatic, an assassin from an enemy country.

The Holy Mother of Yinling ignored it and ran after Feixue like an innocent and bright child.

When passing the carriage, she slowly stopped, opened the curtain, and curiously poked her head inside.

She saw Zhao Yun, but she didn't recognize him. Tian Jue's last curse made her forget the past.

"The Holy Mother of Yin Spirits."

Zhao Yun murmured, but he was not afraid at all.

Now in this situation, I can still see my old friend.

She left, Yi Rucai, acting crazy and sometimes giggling.

Upon seeing this, several veterans breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was really an assassin.

"aunt."

The assassin in the palace made the children cry loudly.

The child is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and he is only four or five years old now.

Auntie, that is Li Zhaoyue who gave up literature and joined martial arts ten years ago.

It was she who guarded the young Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, but tonight, she fell in a pool of blood.

Her tears were bright red. Who will guard the emperor's only bloodline for the rest of his life?

night.

Youzhou.

The carriage drove in slowly, and not a single person was seen along the way.

The war was raging, and everyone in the city was afraid that they had fled.

After many years, Zhao Yun visited the theater again.

The stage is there, and so is Yanzhi, who is struggling to push away the collapsed beams and clean the bricks and tiles. He looks like a servant, with his clothes, cheeks, and hands...all smeared black.

Looking back inadvertently, she saw Zhao Yun in the audience.

It had been ten years. When we met again after ten years, she looked dazed.

"They are all fleeing, why don't you leave." Zhao Yun said hoarsely.

"Wait...waiting for you to come to the show." Yanzhi smiled sweetly, with tears in her eyes.

kill!

The dilapidated border of Datang was ablaze with **** light.

After months of fierce fighting, the Heigu Dynasty army finally broke through the city.

war!

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty did not retreat, and Mingyu, who was holding the Emperor's Sword, was also fighting desperately.

When a man is finally exhausted, the moment the flag of the three armies breaks, he also falls.

Red Mansion.

Off stage.

Zhao Yun is like a stone statue, quietly leaning on the corner of the wall, sleeping in a coma.

Rouge was there, brushing away his messy white hair and brushing his face that already had many wrinkles.

When I first met Zhao Zilong, he was so high-spirited.

Ten years later, the hero was old and lived like this.

"The play says that you look back on your past life a hundred times before you miss it in this life."

Yanzhi held Zhao Yun's arm, and her cheek was tilted on his shoulder as it was ten years ago.

There may have been fate in her previous life, which made her love at first sight in this life so beautiful.

Why!

Several veterans sighed and sat at the door, burying their heads in a daze.

The world is in chaos, too many people have been killed, and too many people have been separated from each other.

"General, you are terrible in the darkness." In the early morning, under the light of morning light, Rouge took off the ribbon that bound Zhao Yun's eyes, and tied a beautiful bow behind his head.

"Not afraid."

"Then you can trust your past and present lives."

"letter."

Zhao Yun smiled slightly, flicked his hand, and sent Yan Zhi to sleep.

He hadn't used Mixiang for many years, so he let her sleep without worrying about it.

"Take her away."

"General, you..."

"I don't have much time left to live. Let me die with dignity." Zhao Yun said hoarsely.

Even if his end is approaching, he is still a soldier. The highest honor of a soldier is the battlefield.

"General."

"Walk."

Bathed in the white snowflakes all over the sky, the dilapidated carriage gradually drifted away.

Zhao Yun stayed in Youzhou, leaning against the city wall alone and sleeping peacefully.

This night, he had a dream, a long, warm, and full of people's dream.

In the dream, there were all familiar faces, the father who was forging iron, the half-immortal who told fortunes, and Coach Lin who was playing with guns...

He saw Liu Ruxin, looking back at him and smiling under the moonlight.

He took Zuo Laoer's drink and knelt down to swore brotherhood with him.

Mingyu's folding fan, Wanxin's tears, the little princess's poems, Li Zhaoyang's sword...

There was his whole life in the dream, going around and around, that was the way he came.

Squeak!

In the small courtyard of Yuzhou City, someone finally opened the door, and a beautiful figure walked in.

It's not Liu Ruxin, but the disciple of Medicine King. After ten years of flowering, the flowers have faded and bloomed, and she has grown into a beautiful woman.

"You can wait for her."

Knowing the answer, she still murmured and opened one letter after another on the table.

That year, she was a witness to love. She asked what love was in the world and taught her about life and death.

"Take down the Tang Dynasty."

The army of the Black Ancient Dynasty has come over like a tidal wave, and the sound of iron hoofs shakes the earth.

Zhao Yun was awakened from his deep sleep. After a dream, his last battle finally came.

"gone."

Reflecting the moonlight, he turned over and jumped on his horse, holding a dragon-patterned gun, and fought his way out of the city gate.

It was his charge alone, only decorated with snowflakes, and his back was lonely and desolate.

In the reincarnation of heaven, at the last moment of his life, some people saw him off and others cried for him. Yanzhi came back, stumbled up the city wall, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Zhao Zilong."