Gu Yun sat down next to him, supported his elbows on the edge of the coffin, quietly remembering Zhong Chan, who was his teacher when he was young.

At that time, the General of the Cavalry had not yet shrunk and was not so thin. He was majestic and energetic. He always seemed to have two swords in his eyes. When he was staring at someone, the blade could be exposed.

"Little Marquis, memorizing a military book cannot prove that you can fight. Wouldn't you hear that ancient playboys are 'talking about war'? If you are complacent like this, you may not even win the fight between street kids."

"Little Marquis, kung fu is different. One is 'technique' and the other is 'pain'. Now the old Marquis and the princess are no longer there. You are noble in your status. No one dares to hurt your noble body except the emperor. If you want to be comfortable and want to spoil yourself, no one can force you to move forward. What to think in the future is what you want to do, you have to think clearly."

"Glory and wealth are not the place where the generals return for their whole life. Since the emperor insists on hiding all the birds and bows, the world is peaceful anyway, so let him hide it. In the future, the generals cannot always be with him. The little marquis should take care of himself."

"There will be a time to meet in the mountains and rivers!"

The next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave, and the glory of generations is the same.

Gu Yun's ears gradually blurred, his eyes were a little confused, and he couldn't help but squint under the candlelight. He felt as if he was still immersed in the past years. It was a great blessing for a generation of generals to live to the age of seventy and die without a disease. I don't know how many people envy it, but it was indeed a joyful depression. Gu Yun felt that he could not be sad or not, but his chest was a little blocked.

Chang Geng also came all the way. When he arrived at Camp, it was dark. After that, he didn't have time to settle down. He heard that Gu Yun was in the mourning hall, so he stepped back and went straight to the left and right.

The personal soldiers guarding the door of the mourning hall met Chang Geng. When they saw him from afar, they immediately went in to report the news cleverly, but Chang Geng didn't even have time to call him.

The personal soldier called out: "Master General, the King of Yan is coming down."

Gu Yun had no reaction. Chang Geng guessed that he was dizzy and forgot to take medicine, so he lifted the corner of his robe and stepped in: "It's okay."

The personal soldier carefully reached out and patted Gu Yun on his shoulder: "Master General?"

Gu Yun was suddenly alarmed and didn't see the person clearly. He felt nervous at first. He thought something was wrong. He suddenly stood up from the chair, and his chest, which had been blocking something, suddenly felt a sharp sting.
Chapter completed!