At the age of forty-eight, you returned to the countryside. Although you had been reinstated for several years, you were unwilling to attach yourself to him. You formed cliques for personal gain and were repeatedly impeached. Therefore, at the age of fifty-two, you finally became silent. You decided to stay here and build my hut. After learning Yuanming, you planted the five willows in front of the door and lived in seclusion in the countryside.
At the age of sixty-four, the hope you have been waiting for your entire life has finally arrived. The imperial court has sent news that the court has finally begun to use the main battle officials. You have also been appointed. You are energized, your hair is white, and you hold your sword tightly as you rush to your post.
When the war broke out again, you faced the enemy's savage invasion to the south. At the age of 64, you led the army and wiped out small groups of foreign bandits many times. The methods you learned when you were young to defeat the enemy and train your soldiers allowed you to win every battle. Even if it was just a small area war, you were still full of hope, as if you could see the day the imperial court recovered the north.
At the age of sixty-five, you submitted a memorial to the throne, actively asking the court to take the initiative to lead the army north. The foreign tribes have already become chaotic. This is the best time.
The old you was filled with anticipation, but what you waited for was the court's final decision. After a discussion between the officials and ministers, they finally decided not to take the initiative to attack, but to settle down in a corner, weak and peaceful.
You know that you have no hope of serving the country, so you climb high and write in one stroke. Your ambition is difficult to fulfill, and you are filled with grief and indignation. When you go down the mountain, you realize that your legs have no strength and begin to tremble. You know, you are old.
The enemy has made a new move and is wreaking havoc in your territory. You take out your long sword and are extremely tired. You want to get on the horse, but you find that you can't get on it. You are old and weak, and your body is much weaker.
You look at the Northlands in the past. It has been more than sixty years, but that place is still a land of destruction. The place where you grew up, you shed tears and thought of your younger self. At that time, you would always brave the snow and practice your sword early in the morning just to drive away the foreign races.
You're sick, this year, you're sixty-eight years old, your temples are like frost
On the Golden Roll.
The scene was blurry.
At that time, you were very old, and your old figure was curled up.
A heroic youth who had once charged into the enemy camp with fifty men.
Now, he was old beyond recognition.
You have been waiting for the royal teacher since you were young. This wait has lasted for 68 years.
At that moment.
Three Kingdoms.
Shu Han.
Zhuge Liang sighed as he looked at the old man who had yet to fulfill his ambition.
"Are you also an official of the Southern Song Dynasty?”
At this moment, Zhuge Liang's eyes lit up and he said with a complicated expression,"
"You shouldn't have been born in that era. You should have been born in the Three Kingdoms.”
"He's talented and talented. He's worthy of the name of the prodigy of the era.”
Liu Bei also looked at the figure in the picture, his eyes filled with deep regret.
He clenched his fists and could not bear to look at it anymore. He only felt his heart ache.
"Time waits for no man."
"Such a wise minister, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity!”
Standing behind Liu Bei, Guan Yu felt his heart ache.
That person had been training his military skills since he was young.
He only wanted to serve his country and recover his lost territory. He wanted his clansmen here to no longer live in humiliation.
But he had waited for 68 years.
He could no longer kill the thief.
"True man, you didn't wait for that war.”
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At this moment.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Yingtian Prefecture.
Zhao Gou looked at the golden board with a complicated expression.
The joints of his clenched hands had turned white and were hidden in his sleeves.
Even though he had seen that era, the Golden Roll might still be counting his Great Song.
However, he had no choice.
At this moment.
On the Golden Roll, the inventory was not over yet.
New words continued to appear, revealing the last part of this old figure's life.
On the sickbed, you have no more strength. You had a dream, a dream of your younger self, riding a fast horse, waving a long sword, and bravely charging into the army of thieves. You waved your arms hard and finally woke up.
When you open your eyes, you see wrinkled hands and messy white hair. It looks so ridiculous. You try your best to turn around and your thoughts scatter. You think of a man you once respected more than 20 years ago. He fought for decades and won every battle. He almost completely expelled the foreign tribes and recovered the lost land. That man is called Yue Fei.
Your body is getting weaker and weaker. You feel that you are about to lose your strength. Your eyelids are also very heavy. It is harder to open your eyes than the winter when you were young. You struggle, wanting to sit up and open the window. You want to take a look at the north.
You really can't get up. Even the last bit of strength to open your eyes is about to be used up. You turn your head and look at the distant Northlands. In your mind, you think of this life and the words your grandfather said to you. You will fight back.
Strength surged out of nowhere. You used all your strength and roared towards the north. Your voice was hoarse and dark.
You say: kill thief, kill thief, kill thief
You close your eyes, just like when you were young, practicing your sword in the wind and snow
Just like when you were young, you looked at the humiliation of the people and shouted, Kill thieves, kill thieves
At this moment.
As the words on the Golden Roll appeared here.
The scene became more and more shocking.
You're old. You've struggled for a long time to even turn over. The lonely lamp is constantly flickering in the cold wind.
You have long lost your strength. You opened the window with great difficulty and took another look at the Northlands.
Now your hair is grey and wrinkled.
He did his best to look at the North.
You used all your strength, just like the young man who charged into the camp and attacked the Iron Horse Ice River.
The old figure was lonely and desperate.
The voice in the lonely village, suppressed by the wind and rain, carried all your hopes.
Tell me.
Kill the thief, kill the thief, kill the thief!
His emotions of shock exploded at this moment.
He looked at the golden list.
Three Kingdoms.
Shu Han.
Liu Bei's eyes were filled with amazement as he clenched his fists.
"Since ancient times, no one has been more loyal than this.”
"The heart of serving the country will not rest until death.”
Zhuge Liang, who was standing behind him, was also shocked.
It was because he had seen this person's life that he was shocked.
"Unfulfilled ambition, eternal regret, respectable, lamentable.”
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At the same time.
Great Qin.
Xianyang City.
Ying Zheng's black robe trembled slightly. He was also shocked.
Especially that blurry figure, who had used all his strength until the moment of death.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, shouting the scene of killing thieves.
It was even more shocking!
Since then, he had been guessing.
Perhaps this person was like Yue Fei and Zong Ze.
The evaluation on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings was that this person was the number one in both civil and martial arts, the prodigy of the era.
However, he did not expect that this person did not even have the qualifications to fight at the front line.
"Such a loyal and righteous person, what kind of fatuous ruler would bury him like this!”
"He waited for sixty-eight years, but he still couldn't get the chance to fight?”
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The emperor of each dynasty, the civil officials and generals, the students of the academy, and the scholars of the mountains.
At this moment, he was staring at the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings in shock.
There was only one question in their hearts. Who was this person? He was too miserable. He had fought his entire life for an unfinished goal. He was worthy of anyone, but who was worthy of him?
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