Rebirth of the Southern Barbarian Meng Huo

"Send away one after another, why don't you leave?"

"I'm waiting……"

"Wait for who?"

"I do not know either……"

"In your words, success or failure is nothing, so why persist?"

"..."

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone; the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times."

A deep and distant song of vicissitudes of life sounded. The white-haired man had been fishing on the river for who knows how many years. This was his favorite song, a song that a young man with white hair who he rescued from the river often murmured to himself silently. I always felt that there should be something more behind it, but as a fisherman and a woodcutter, he couldn't do the latter part at all.

Take a small boat with a canopy, catch two delicious fat fishes, cook a pot of low-quality turbid wine, and sail up and down the river to watch the spring flowers and autumn moon.

This is the whole life of him, an old fisherman and woodcutter

But since he saved an incredible young man three months ago, something has changed, and there is an additional song.

The song did not belong to him, but he did not want to compose it, and he thought that he would never be able to compose it. Only scholar-bureaucrats and the like could sing it. But with this incredible young man, this song belongs to him.

He rescued the young man, originally wanting to send him home, but the young man said he had no home, so he stayed on his boat and refused to leave. The old man had no intention of driving the young man away. After all, he was alone. Fanjiang, it would be nice if there was a young man, and the young man also gave him a song. Of course, the most important thing is that this young man does not occupy the pavilion that can only accommodate one person.

This young man was full of wonder. Sitting on the boat day and night, he was not afraid of the cold or heat.

And the most incredible thing is that during this period, two people appeared in front of the young man for no reason.

One of them was also an old man. The old man put his hand on the young man's arm for a while, then bowed to the young man and walked away on the waves.

Then there was another beautiful woman. I don’t know what the young man said to the woman. The woman took a tripod south and shed countless tears in the river.

Although the old Yuqiao was ignorant, he knew that the person in front of him must be a great person, maybe even a god.

In the eyes of the old fisherman, all cultivators are gods.

Even if the young man is really a fairy, the old fisherman and woodcutter will not be very moved. In his old age, he does not seek immortality and is not afraid of death. What can a fairy do to him?

Moreover, the old fisherman likes this young immortal very much because of his singing and the vicissitudes of life.

That song is full of life. They are very similar, not because they both have white hair, but because they are both people with stories.

The vicissitudes of life are just like him, and he seems to have broken through the world of mortals and life. Perhaps only such people can have beautiful hair?

And there is only one person who can compose such a poem, Meng Huo. Of course, this poem was not written by him, but it is the most appropriate time to recite it at this time.

Because he was defeated and turned around in vain

He refused to leave on the boat. Even he didn't know if it was his last obsession.

Only after experiencing it can one deeply understand the meaning of this song.

This Central Plains is like the rolling waves of the Yangtze River washing away the sand. What is left behind is gold and heroes.

Obviously he, Meng Huo, could not stay. He came to the Central Plains with great ambitions. He experienced many things in the past 18 years, killed many people, improved a lot in cultivation and experienced many things, but in the end he was defeated by his own hands.

success or failure

Is it really empty?

Meng Huo didn't want to believe it or leave, so he often recited this verse.

There is a kind of injury that hurts the heart, and there is a kind of pain that hurts like a knife.

At this moment, everything falls on Meng Huo

After experiencing a battle with Cao Cao, Meng Huo fell into madness and ultimately failed to kill Cao Cao. He pursued Tongque like crazy.

In the end, Tongque's whereabouts were unknown, and he himself almost died. If he hadn't fallen from mid-air into the river, or if he hadn't swallowed a life creation pill when he entered the water, he might have died long ago.

But even so, all his cultivation has become empty

What became empty was not only his cultivation, but also the foundation he had worked hard to build over the past 18 years.

More than three months have passed since the battle with Cao Cao. Too many changes have happened in these three months.

Meng Huo's life and death are unknown, and his whereabouts are unknown. Cao Cao unified the north, and the biggest obstacle to unifying the north is probably the [-] Meng Huo elite troops who left Xudu and went on an expedition against the Five Hus.

One hundred thousand soldiers entered the Hu territory, and all the five barbarians were frightened, especially Meng Huo's sergeants, who were trembling with fear.

So the Wuhu chose to surrender to Cao Cao, at least Cao Cao would not kill them all. So the 50 Taoist soldiers were attacked from a flank. The Wuhu 30 troops and Cao Cao's [-] troops jointly attacked Meng Huo's [-] Taoist soldiers.

The news spread to the Central Plains, and Meng Huo's [-] soldiers were killed and scattered in all directions, disappearing into the vast wilderness.

At this point, the north was unified

The north was unified, Cao Cao established himself as King of Wei

Cao Cao is the king of Wei, Liu Bei is the king of Hanzhong, and Sun Quan is the king of Wu.

The world is divided into three parts. The Central Plains and the world have nothing to do with Meng Huo.

In the blink of an eye, the foundation was empty

If only his foundation was in vain, Meng Huo would not lose his desire to make a comeback. At least he still had the strongest red navy army and the dark owl who could cultivate into nothing, but it made him unable to think about anything.

Chasing Tongque to no avail, he fell from a height of [-] feet. If it weren't for the river water beneath him, I'm afraid that he would have been shattered to pieces immediately after all his cultivation was gone.

When he fell from mid-air, he used all his strength to swallow a Life and Creation Pill.

This elixir was worthy of its heaven-defying effects. It repaired his injuries, brought him back from the edge of life and death, and even allowed him to successfully kill his last heroic spirit.

In this way, all the seven souls belong to the warrior warriors, but he himself has no soul to use, and his Dantian is empty.

That battle had already exhausted all his mana.

I thought I could regain my magic power. As long as I had the magic power, I could even have an incarnation.

But the reality is cruel. His body can no longer tolerate any magic power. Not only does it not tolerate magic power, even if he wants to rebuild his true energy, it is as painful as a knife.

The little bit of Qi he had just cultivated was like a knife, and it was worse than death when he was strangled.

Enduring the pain in his heart, he used a trace of true energy to activate the cauldron of all things, and released Zhang Zhongjing, who had been refining the Five Elements Pill in the cauldron.

Regarding Meng Huo's situation, even Zhang Zhongjing, who had walked out of the Cauldron of All Things, could not do anything. After some investigation, he shook his head and bowed his head and left alone to find a way to save Meng Huo.

What happened to Meng Huo was that even Zhang Zhongjing, for some unknown reason, could not save Meng Huo with his alchemy skills. Only powerful elixirs could not save him, so Zhang Zhongjing left.

The foundation becomes empty, the cultivation becomes empty

Meng Huo was also a little desperate, and then he deeply understood the artistic conception of the first half of the poem. He often muttered to himself, and was learned by the old fisherman and woodcutter.

In the second month on the boat, Meng Huo used the second qi he had condensed to take out the Cauldron of All Things, and also released Sun Shangxiang from the Cauldron of All Things.

"Go to Nanman and give this cauldron to Zhu Rong Qiqi," Meng Huo said.

Sun Shangxiang couldn't bear to leave. Although Meng Huo's tone was plain, he could not refuse. Looking at Meng Huo's white hair, he burst into tears and left sadly.

From then on, even he didn't know whether Banzian Fu and the old fisherman's company were empty or not.

Not wanting to leave is his last obsession

He was afraid that if he left the Central Plains, the Central Plains would really have nothing to do with him.

Maybe it’s the reluctance to accept fate, maybe it’s the last attachment

Let him drift along the river with the old fisherman and woodcutter all day long

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone; the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times."

The song is distant and loud, like a last song

One day, the boat approached a river in the middle of the river. The old fisherman and Meng Huo stopped briefly on the river.

The old fisherman has been drifting on the river for so long that he has almost forgotten the years. The song is about life, and the song is about years, as if he is talking about himself.

And he wants this song to be complete and have more fun from now on

Therefore, the old fisherman decided to make a short stop on Jiangzhu. He boiled a pot of turbid wine and grilled seven delicious fish.

Meng Huo didn't know what the old fisherman was thinking. The only thing that could support him was the obsession in his heart: the reluctance to abandon the Central Plains and the unwilling fate.

The white-haired old fisherman's wine pot is very rough. It is made of woven bamboo. It is tight and does not leak. It is a bit rough, but it is big enough, about the size of a dendrobium.

One bunch of dendrobium and ten buckets of dendrobium wine is what the old fisherman and woodcutter drank after wandering on the river for a year, but today he wants to drink it all

Even though Meng Huo had practiced cultivation, his physical fitness was as strong as that of a bull

But even a strong bull would be drunk after drinking so much wine.

In a daze, the old fisherman talked to him for the first time

The old fisherman asked: "Send off one after another, why don't you leave?"

"I'm waiting..." the confused reply

"Who are you waiting for?" the old fisherman asked

"I don't know either..." He didn't know what he was waiting for either.

"In your words, success or failure is nothing, so why persist?"

"..."

Gululu, only the sound of drinking wine

"Turn around empty? Hehehehe..." The question also made fun of itself

The old Yuqiao was silent for a moment. Perhaps he could also sense Meng Huo's mood. His cloudy eyes flickered from time to time, but eventually they dimmed.

goooo...

The old fisherman took a swig and sighed: "Good wine."

"Fuck" Meng Huo was really drunk, and his words were a little unclear.

"Good wine, good songs, but it's a pity that the next chapter is missing. Tell me," the old fisherman said, revealing his ultimate goal.

"The second half," Meng Huo said to himself, and took another sip of wine.

Then Meng Huo stood up, his messy white hair flying in the breeze, his long beard hung with wine and fish residue, and his expression extremely arrogant.

He drank another mouthful of turbid wine and said, "White-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank..."

"Okay." The old fisherman's eyes lit up, but he understood that Meng Huo had already begun to tell the second half of the poem. The song and the poem fit perfectly with the scene at this time, and it was extremely beautiful.

Gollum...

"The white-haired fisherman on the river bank is used to watching the autumn moon and spring flowers, a pot... a pot of turbid... turbid wine..." Meng Huo's voice was a little unsustainable

"not good"

It wasn't that his singing talent was not good, but that Meng Huo was in a bad state. From Meng Huo's messy and lifeless eyes, the old fisherman could see that Meng Huo was drunk and could not tell the rest of the story.

"bang"

Sure enough, Meng Huo fell to the ground

"Alas" the old fisherman sighed, but in the end he failed to do so.

Just as the old fisherman and woodcutter was about to help Meng Huo back to the boat, he suddenly heard a voice in the distance: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the red and white hair of the fisherman is still there after several sunsets." On Jiangzhu, I am accustomed to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. I am happy to meet each other with a pot of turbid wine: many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter."

After hearing the complete song, the old fisherman was not as happy as he expected. Instead, he frowned and looked towards the side of the river, where he saw a man coming on the waves.