Rebirth: Re-entering the Jianghu

I tried the drug before, and that drug can indeed make people look like they were young in a short period of time, but it has very strong side effects. It will make the person who gets it fall into a deep sleep. I don't know what kind of state it is in, and I can hear sounds from the outside world.

My skills can temporarily suppress the effects of the drug, so I can wake up after a while, but the former king cannot wake up.

Later I found out the truth. It turned out that the one who sat on the throne now was a fraud. The previous king had military merits and was popular. He was a person who had no chance of becoming king, but he was chosen. At first, he pretended to be kind in front of the previous king.

He made everyone praise him, and then he gradually made the former king addicted to the art of immortality, and he took the opportunity to replace him. In the end, the former king was forced to commit suicide.

He had died somewhere long ago, and the golden coffin here was just a show for those who thought he was kind, to let people know how filial he was.

When the late king died, I was beside him. It was not because the late king could not defeat him, but because we knew he was very tired and wanted to rest. He had fought with me on the battlefield since he was 19 years old, and had killed many people. They might be someone's father or son, but on the battlefield they could only rush to the front.

The general has been fighting for many years, and there are countless bloodstains on his sword, layer upon layer, and he has suffered countless wounds, but he cannot retreat, because without strong strength, any small country would want to attack here.

He told me a long time ago that his wish was to never have to fight a war again. The purpose of war is to win peace, not to fight for the sake of war. Once people go to war, they will lose their sons and relatives, and the family will lose hope.

If one day we don't have to fight, then all these martial arts can be used to make a living. Then the two of us can travel around the country together. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

But things do not always go as planned, he continued to fight until his old age, the war started due to people's selfish interests, but it will not end because of one person's regret, the only thing that can end it is the blood shed on this land.

I have seen too many separations and deaths. In our army there is a soldier named Wang Anguo. When I first met him, he was a man who loved to laugh. His voice could be heard everywhere. He seemed to be always carefree.

That was before we went to the battlefield. People who have never seen war always think that being a hero is a very happy thing. We also thought that if we could become a general, we would definitely have a good drink.

Soon we arrived at the battlefield. We had not received any training, but when the enemy's knife came at us, our life instinct broke out. He killed a soldier with the knife in his hand, and blood splattered all over his face. He just watched it happen.

Later, under the leadership of the former king, we won many battles and received many rewards, but our friends around us became fewer and fewer, and most of them were buried in the yellow sand.

As time passed, no one remembered them anymore. I felt it was a pity at the time. They had clearly sacrificed their lives for the people here, but they did not leave any trace.

They have been here before, but where can they go to create a world without war for them so that they will not be disturbed?

The late king looked at them, silently memorized their names in his heart, and carved their names together with mine on the stone. However, more than ten years have passed, and many of those who survived alongside us have also died.

No one remembered or knew what had happened before. When they heard that there would be no more fighting, many people cried. They were not only excited, but also because they finally didn't have to watch the people around them die one by one.

Although the late king did not say it, I saw that he carved everyone's name on the back of the palace. Each name represented a life that had once been alive, and he was thinking about them all the time.

We have also seen parents who lost their children in the war. Although their faces have not changed much, their hearts have long been buried with their children, and all that remains is their living bodies.

Gray hair, figures leaning against each other, at an age when they should be enjoying family happiness, they are helpless because of the war. When can they find happiness?

For some unknown reason, a piece of golden land appeared in this place later. People could get wealth from it. What was even more magical was that this piece of land appeared on the land stained with blood.

But it did not bring happiness to people, because they soon discovered that it could bring endless wealth, and no one was willing to farm anymore. Their will was destroyed by the war.

It seemed that as long as they could survive, it didn't matter how they lived. The country was shrouded in grief. After a long, long time, smiles finally appeared on their faces, but we knew that their pain was only engraved in their hearts.

The real nostalgia is not to be in pain and live well, but to think of them every time you see something related to them.

The late king's mental state became worse and worse. He told me that he could always hear their calls in his dreams. They should not and could not be forgotten.

The former king later became obsessed with the art of immortality, partly because he wanted to remember them and tell their stories. He didn't want these people to forget the people who sacrificed their lives for him so quickly.

Of course he has his own selfish motives. He also wants to enjoy the fruits of his own labor, the praise and power he has worked so hard to obtain. Needless to say, he has these thoughts.

Ever since the previous king committed suicide, I never wanted to see these people or see these things again. It just so happened that the new king was also afraid of me and drove me here, but I am also happy and at ease.

After many years of war, I was looking forward to a peaceful life without any troubles. But I heard that the new king had erased the names of those soldiers.

He lets everyone sing his praises and has statues of him everywhere in the country. He has not done anything, but he deserves to enjoy everyone's praise. Why?

The person who should have a name should not be him. Their names are in this golden coffin, and I buried the former king and their souls here.

I think since their bodies have been integrated into this beloved land, their souls should also have a home, and this golden coffin is a good choice.

If he wanted to pretend to be filial, he would just do everything he could to be filial. General Feiying pulled himself out of his memories and said, "Okay, you guys keep going forward. I'll open this door for you. I'm tired and I'm going to sleep."