How can I be broken by the son of my old enemy?

The wind and sand in the frontier never stops all year round. When a gust of wind blows, a thick layer of sand will accumulate on the clean clothes. If you open your mouth just in time, you will inevitably eat a mouthful of sand.

The summer is hot, the earth is dry and cracked, and nothing grows; the winter is very cold, with heavy snow, and the dripping water turns into ice.

The environment here is harsh, and without a strong vitality, it cannot survive.

The armies of the four countries had to be stationed here because of the war and to protect the country, but the people of the Li nationality had lived here for generations.

The Li nationality is special. They are regarded as a nation that will bring ominous people. They are rejected by the four countries and can only survive in the cracks.

Now that the Four Kingdoms are fighting, the settlements of the Li people have become battlefields. The survival of the Li people is even more difficult. The armies of the four countries often have wars, and they are precarious.

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It was the iron hooves of the Iron Cavalry Army of the State of Wei who first broke through the tranquility of the Li people.

The small number of ethnic groups were lined up one by one, and they were beheaded one by one under the order of the cavalry leader.

The breath of despair spread in everyone.

The dark-skinned girl looked at the clansmen, and watched her father and mother die under Wei Jun's butcher knife. Death was approaching step by step, and the knife was already on her neck.

"God," she prayed to the god who has protected the Li people for generations, "if you really exist, if you are truly compassionate, please save me and save the people."

When the executioner picked up, the knife had already reached her neck, any closer would have killed her.

At the last quarter of an hour, an arrow flew swiftly, precisely, and hit the executioner directly between the eyebrows.

The knife stopped at that spot, and then the executioner's body crashed to the ground.

god!It was God who answered her prayer!

The girl opened her eyes suddenly, and she slowly raised her head. Under the dazzling sunlight, a man in black descended in front of her, like a god.

"Are you a god?"

The nine-year-old girl burst into tears, crying and laughing, with a hundred emotions intertwined.

Yu Yan smiled lightly, and the world seemed to turn pale, "You say so."

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"Here you are." Yu Yan stuffed the book into Chu Li's arms, "A broken book is still so precious."

"What do you know!" Chu Li carefully took out the book that Yu Yan had treated roughly from his arms, and examined it carefully, "This is a unique book in the world, a priceless treasure."

Yu Yan pouted, "I didn't expect you to be able to read. I thought you couldn't read."

"Yu Gong is both civil and military, how can I leave behind my studies!"

Chu Li turned over a page and rubbed his fingers with ink, his eyes were fascinated, "Yu Gong is famous all over the world for his poems. When he was alive, the four countries circulated his poetry collections. Even after 20 years, his poems are still shining. Today Everyone has a collection of his poems."

"Oh." Seeing his obsession, Yu Yan started to tease him, "I think you also grew up reading his poetry collection, how many poems in this collection can you memorize?"

Chu Li saw that he was not good at words, he could practice swordsmanship superbly, but he was not good at verbal, Yu Yan was trying to make things difficult for him.

"Backwards like a stream."

He gave Yu Yan a disdainful look, and then added proudly, "When I was eight years old, I knew it all by heart."

Yu Yan smiled lightly, a little in disbelief.

During the five years in Wei State, he lived a life of luxury and luxury. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, he still ate, drank and had fun, so he wrote a lot of poems in the past five years. Just looking at the thickness of the collection of poems, he knew that there were a lot of them.

"Then I'll test you." He thought for a while, took advantage of Chu Li's unpreparedness, snatched the book over, and flipped through it casually, "Just memorize a simple one."

"How about this one?" He tapped his finger lightly on the title of the poem, his fingers were white and slender, much more attractive than the dead objects on the paper.

This poem is not famous, maybe he wrote it when he was drunk, even he himself can't remember when he wrote it, if he didn't see this poem now, he might have forgotten himself I have written such a poem.

And without saying a word, Chu Li recited the words clearly and without pause, and explained the background of the poem to Yu Yan after the recitation.

"Yu Gong was in Wei State when he wrote this poem. He was trapped in Wei State as a hostage, but he had no fear in his heart. He was in the enemy's camp as if he was in his own home. He could write such open-minded poems in a happy mood. Such a mind and such a chicness are rare!"

Yu Shengsheng shivered, goosebumps on his body almost rose, he didn't know that he was so open-minded and open-minded, he rubbed his shoulders, "Stop! Stop talking, I will test you again."

According to Yu Yan's memory, he turned to the most difficult poem. This poem was a long poem, and Yu Yan was deeply impressed. It belonged to the difficult and obscure category in his poems, but Chu Li actually recited another word well.

Before he could explain the poem, Yu Yan interrupted him, "Stop talking, I believe it."

Chu Li is a man of few words, but as soon as he meets him, he starts talking nonsense, like a few gossips gathering together to talk about people, there will always be new topics.

"You continue to practice swords, I'm going back to my room."

He threw the collection of poems indifferently, but thanks to Chu Li's quick response, the collection of poems did not fall to the ground.

"You!" Chu Li had no choice but to grit his teeth where he was, and secretly swore in his heart that he would make a sincere apology to Yu Gong after he won the competition.

After Yu Yan left, Chu Li held the collection of poems like a treasure. He rubbed his hands on his clothes again and again, making sure that there was nothing dirty on his hands, and then opened the first page of the collection of poems tremblingly.

He stretched out a finger, and lightly touched the ink with his fingertips. The moment he touched the ink, he seemed to be talking to Yu Yan after 20 years of time and space.

These are the words written by Yu Yan!

This is a collection of poems that Yu Yan has touched!

This is a collection of poems copied by Yu Yan himself!

Although he carries this collection of poems with him every day, every time he opens it, his heart still surges, and he can't calm down for a long time.

Every time he opened the collection of poems, he felt that he was one step closer to Yu Yan.

If he was allowed to see Yu Yan with his own eyes, even if he were to die right now, he would die without regret!

Ever since he was born, his mother and concubine had been telling him about Yu Yan's deeds in his ear, day after day, year after year, he heard Yu Yan's deeds over and over again.

The stories he heard about Yu Yan were not unfounded folk legends, but the most authentic narrations from the mouth of his mother and concubine.

Her mother and concubine are the current patriarchs of the Li nationality, and they met 15-year-old Yu Yan when she was nine years old.

According to his mother and concubine, Yu Yan is a real god. When the Li people were facing the crisis of genocide, she asked the gods. At the last moment of her request, Yu Yan came to her and saved the whole Li people.Without Yu Yan, there would be no Li people today.

The more Chu Li thought about it, the more difficult it was for him to control himself. He picked up the book excitedly, brought it close to his face, and took a deep breath. Although it had been more than 20 years, there still seemed to be this metaphorical aura in the book, and it was fragrant!