Compared with the first child who chose to enter the officialdom by Xiwen, the second child chose to take up his sword and fight against the aliens because of the deep border.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned for ten years, but how could the children of the county on the side be like the general? They returned with honors after a hundred battles.

The peach blossoms at the entrance of the alley bloom and fall, falling and blooming again and again.

The wind and snow in the border county went and went back again, and went back again.

The girl who used to laugh and worry about him put on red clothes and married her as a wife.

My mother, who had been crying for him on the battlefield, was crying and sad.

A handful of loess from his hometown outside the border is why he has the only connection with his hometown.

It’s better to be a peaceful dog than a person in troubled times!

In the third life, Wang Yu's senses became even more hazy when he was born. In this life, the child's identity was a peasant son.

Adhering to the mentality of being at ease with small wealth, he never took a step forward in his hometown in his entire life, and his family spent his whole life harmoniously.

The end of the three lives, and the fourth life begins.

He was a illegitimate son of a merchant. He was busy all his life and only had a yard in the county town and a hundred acres of fertile land in the countryside.

In the fifth generation, he was born noble and was the legitimate son of the emperor. However, the age of heaven was not long, and he died of illness in the palace before he became an adult. The temptation of the position of Dabao made him feel depressed until his death.

After life after life, Wang Yu's original consciousness of clear mind began to become blurred, as if he had really lived countless lives like those child after child.

Until, when he turned into a child again, his mind was no longer transcendent.

Opening his eyes and looking at the extremely noisy team in front of him that seemed to be a wedding reception team, Wang Yu's eyes were a little confused.

The sound of blowing the trumpet and setting off firecrackers seemed to be right in my ears. Where should the groom be on a tall horse and walking in front of the glorious groom?

Looking around, looking at the scene where the trumpets could not stop blowing, a sense of joy rose in his heart.

At the same time, he realized that he knew where the groom had gone?

It turns out that the groom is himself!

In a trance, Wang Yu thought of the beautiful wife he was about to marry, and suddenly felt very proud, only to feel that his life had never surpassed this time.

After stepping into Yue's residence and having fun, his beautiful wife and family finally entered the gate of his royal family.

When they entered the lobby, they kowtowed three times and bowed three times. In this way, the two of them always became husband and wife.

At night, the flowers shine brightly, and the couple looked at each other and smiled, and a deep affection was born between the couple.

Extinguish the candle, a thousand gold is worth a thousand gold at a moment.

When the sky is bright, the bride sits in front of the mahogany dressing table and pulls up the woman's makeup in front of the mirror. Her eyes are blurred. The two of them look at each other in the mirror and smile. From then on, they will never be separated from each other.

Reading poetry and books at night, adding fragrance to the red sleeves. The next year, Wang Yu passed the imperial examination and became famous in one fell swoop.

After success and fame, the family is rich and prosperous, which is the most harmonious and beautiful.

However, years pass by and good times do not last long.

Shortly after the marriage, Wang Yu offended the national tutor of the dynasty and was sent to the bitter and cold land of the frontier.

Because of the enthusiasm of the scholar, Wang Yu lost his son first in the bitter and cold land of the border, and his wife the next year, and he lived alone in the world.

Just when he almost gave up hope for life and was about to resign and retire, he was no longer concerned about the world, and with the mentality of killing one and making money and the other being unable to kill, Wang Yu actually drove away the barbarians away.

The situation changes and the wind and clouds rise.

With the continuous natural disasters and man-made disasters, Wang Yu, who was determined to ignore various rules, became a vain and a vain, and even rose step by step to the level of a prince.

After diving into the troubled times, with the help of his subordinates, he actually took over as the 95th position.

Sitting on the dragon throne and looking at the former dynasty national master who was pressed close below, Wang Yu's heart, who was originally Gu Jing Wubo, was suddenly filled with resentment. It was the monk in front of him that his family had been destroyed, his wife and children were separated, and he became a lonely man.

"Do you think it's better to cut you into pieces, or should you cut off your head with a knife?" Sitting upright on the dragon chaise, watching the only person he was hated and kneeling down and waiting for his own judgment, Wang Yu felt so comfortable.

"Amitabha, donor, you are imitating.

The old monk used to plant the cause, but today the donor is the ninth five-year fruit. It would be fine if the donor didn't say thanking the old monk, but why did he still take the old monk's life?

It would be fine if the donor wanted to take the old monk's life, but why did you spend so many springs and autumns? Donor, you still can't see the world!

Although there are joys, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow, and separation, but in the end it is still empty. What if you are the donor, you will be the best treasure today?

Are there any caring people who are sick and tired to serve you? When you are leaving, are there any relatives sad for you?

Idiot, why don’t you wake up quickly?”

At the end, the old monk who was bound with his hands suddenly turned into a lion roar, trying to use the Buddhist lion roar to save Wang Yu, holding an iron sword, and let him realize it, put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha.

Wang Yu, who was awakened by the old monk, looked at the extremely luxurious but empty hall beside him and suddenly began to laugh.

Yes, so what if he is in the 95th century? In the end, there is nothing left. What's the use of him still obsessed with that little hatred?

Holding the iron sword in his hand, Wang Yu walked off the dragon throne and came to the old monk. He reached out and pulled the rope on the old monk's body. Wang Yu, who felt that he could not be torn, stood up and waved the long sword in his hand.

After raising the sword high above his head, he looked at the old monk's smooth head, resolutely swung the sword in his hand.

The sword light flashed and the rope broke.

A trace of praise flashed across the old monk's mouth, and finally, someone realized it again!

Looking at the floor tiles getting closer and closer to him, the old monk who was happy suddenly felt something was wrong. Could it be because he had been kneeling for a long time? Why did he fall to the floor tiles?

Before the old monk could continue his thoughts, a voice from his ears relieved his doubts: "I have been dreaming for thousands of times just to wait for you to take the bait. I want to use illusions to erase my will in my heart. You are too underestimating me!

In my dream, you are dead, and in the real world, you are still dead...

Don’t say that I don’t take care of you, in order to let you know where you are falling, I swung the sword in my hand as fast as possible in my life.

The blood and senses in your body were deceived at the extreme speed, and they had never exploded directly. Feel the fear before death!"

After a long time after the old monk's head fell to the ground, strands of red blood gushed out of the old monk's headless corpse.

Correspondingly, just as the head of the old monk in Wang Yu's dream landed on the ground, the originally flashing Buddha light in the backyard of the dilapidated temple suddenly extinguished.

Straws of golden Buddha blood flowed down from the neck of the person sitting in the wing room, feeling the gradually disappearing vitality in his body. The person sitting upright opened his mouth but said nothing.

After the monk who was blooming with Buddha's light lost his life, the hall where Wang Yu stood suddenly became cold, and wisps of cold wind began to blow at some point.
Chapter completed!