This paper is divided into five parts: this is the second part, which describes the ups and downs and emotional experiences of Yangjiahu before the Golden Beach War.
random thought
Jiegu moved Qianshan, Jinsha ancient beach, silver gun shooting moon sword leaning against the sky, iron horse black thorn road, wind and rain shoulder,
Hu Jia's dream, Zhong Qing's sleep, Hong Fei's Yanmenguan's long whistle, the chivalrous man's soul broken, and the autumn waters grow together.
Epigraph: Sauvignon Blanc, title: Crying for a thousand years.
Brave seven lang, intelligent six lang, eternal love gathers silver guns, and no one laughs at the absurdity.
My heart hurts, so I went upstairs alone to mourn the sunset. Three thousand years of autumn wind is still cold and weeping blood-drizzly and cold in the west wind; This book is the third novel (A Thousand Years of Blood and Tears), which tells the story of Yang Jiajiang's bloody battle from Jin Tan to Pan Mei's defeat. The content is different from the traditional Yang Jiajiang story.
Dissolve the team-Shiro's last words under the moon
Twenty-six-year-old country, the blue sky and the long river of sunset, blood condensed into a three-foot sword, smelling chickens dancing and reading Sun Gongce, just to stop fighting!
It is difficult to find a lonely grave thousands of miles away, and the soul returns to its hometown. The remains are used as candles, and the music is sung and commented afterwards. Four Thousand Years of Blood and Tears-Eight Thousand Miles of Clouds and Moon (Yang Jiajiang's Story) Book Introduction: This book is the fourth novel (Blood and Tears for a Thousand Years). The first three films are not about Yang Ye's Song Dynasty, the battle between the Seven Tigers of Yangmen and Golden Beach. The fourth part is the story of Liulang, Shiro and Goro after Pan Yang's lawsuit, which is different from the traditional ancient version until Zongbao recruited his relatives.
Sacrifice to Liulang-Suier
Mo Xie's green rainbow sword won 1,000 accounts in the enemy camp. He lay in the snow and tasted the ordinary things of ice, bathed in the morning light in the breeze, rested on the stars at dusk, and embraced the magic soldiers with bronze.
Zhao Yan's landscape is still there, and my humiliation in this life is the lightest. Iron and blood are hard to fall into Ling Yunzhi. After a hundred years, it is worthy of fame, and there are thousands of lights at night.