At night, the courtyard is quiet, except for the howling sound of wind and snow, only the sound of snow cicadas that may wake up people in their dreams.

Luo Changfeng has no intention of drinking, let alone sleepiness, he has always been awake.

So when Li Luoluo gathered his robe and got up alone to say goodbye to his siblings, and quietly walked out of the courtyard with his desolate back, Luo Changfeng slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he was a little timid.

He was afraid to open his eyes and see the lingering and retrospective of the fall.

Looking at the lonely hundred-year-old body, Luo Changfeng's eyes were moist.

Gone away.

I didn't tell anyone, so I said goodbye silently.

He never imagined that there would be such a day.

Outside the courtyard, the wind and snow were falling, touching the wrinkled and old face, and smiling bitterly.

He was laughing at himself: "I didn't expect that I would be afraid of parting from the sword all my life." ”

There was a slight chill on his cheeks.

I wiped it inadvertently, thinking it was a falling snowflake, but I didn't know that it was a parting tear.

......

The streets in Gangdo City are quiet.

The people of the city did not seem to have been affected by the war in the slightest.

Indeed, for the common people, what does this world belong to them? As long as the sun rises and the rooster cries and the dog barks, there is clothing and cotton to ward off the cold in winter, and there is food for hunger and hunger.

Maybe it's because of the lack of energy, I don't know when it started, and Liluo became a little fond of this kind of silence that was close to desertion.

Because it will make his heart water.

He can recall many things, many things when he was young, many things in the academy, many things in Kunlun Mountain, and a hundred years of waste.

Maybe it's really old, and only those who have entered the twilight are prone to sadness and sadness for life.

Before you know it, you have come to the city gate.

The sergeant defending the city was Jiang Manlou's three thousand red-robed soldiers, and the Tiefutu who dared to compete head-on with the white-robed snow dragon cavalry during the day.

The defender of the city, who had his own eyesight, saw Liluo walking alone from afar, and he had doubts but didn't dare to ask more.

The defender stepped forward and said, "It's so late, are you going out of the city?" ”

Liluo sighed: "The river capital has been broken, and with your master and them here, I can't help much." ”

The defender asked, "Do you need a small notice to the master?"

Liluo shook his head.

Thinking that he would report to Jiang Manlou later, the city guard didn't say much, and waved his hand to open the city gate.

Leaving the city......

There were seven figures on the ruined tower.

Luo Changfeng, Jiang Manlou, Li Xingyun, Shen Tianxin, Chongyang, Yue Sanren, and Mo Xiangqi are seven people.

Luo Changfeng is not the only one who has no sleepiness.

The moment he left silently, Luo Changfeng woke up, Jiang Manlou woke up, Li Xingyun woke up, and everyone woke up with it.

Departure is afraid of parting.

Why are they not afraid of parting?

"Give it away. ”

"Get out of the city. ”

This is what Jiang Manlou said.

So the seven waited silently on the tower of the city.

They saw the detached figure go out of the city alone.

Drifting away.

Taking advantage of the fact that he could still see the back of the lonely hundred-year-old in the night, Jiang Manlou finally couldn't help but speak.

He shouted.

"How can you say that there is no ...... clothes?"

Jiang Manlou's voice echoed in the wind and snow for a long time.

It seems that there is only this one voice left between heaven and earth.

This heartfelt voice floated to Liluo's ears, and Liluo was suddenly stunned and stunned in place.

He looked back in shock, and saw the seven figures on the tower of the ruined city, and tears welled up in his eyes in an instant.

Maybe in another hundred years, he won't remember who he is, but he will never forget that he practiced in the academy, and he will not forget his ten sons.

The detached hand rubbed the token of the comrade, and finally did not want to stay.

His figure is getting farther and farther away.

He could hear the sound in the snowstorm.

It was Jiang Manlou shouting.

"Fellow ...... Son"

......

It's far away, so far away that I don't know where I went.

Luo Changfeng's seven people were still staring from the city tower.

Wu Xiuyang quietly came behind everyone, glanced at Luo Changfeng and said: "The Qingxia Pass guard Yu Nianqing led the city defenders to betray the battle, and opened the city gate late at night to kneel to welcome the Weiyang army. Half an hour ago, the Qingxia Pass had been broken. ”

Jiang Manlou was stunned and asked, "Is there a whereabouts of Princess Ning Xue?"

Luo Changfeng, whose heart was hanging again, listened with his ears pricked up.

Wu Xiuyang shook his head: "It didn't fall into the hands of Weiyangsheng." ”

Shen Tianxin said: "It will not be long before the date agreed between the Seven Nations Alliance and the Great Yan Empire for the Dingding War, and Yan Nanfei's army is already on the way to Julu, if Xue'er successfully escapes from Qingxia Pass, it will definitely join Yan Nanfei." ”

Luo Changfeng still didn't speak.

He jumped from the tower.

From Qingxia to Julu, if you remember correctly, there should be only one way to go.

He thought so.

Jiang Manlou was a little worried.

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun sighed: "Let him go alone." ”

......

From Qingxia to Julu through Los Angeles, the country road outside the city east of Los Angeles is the city Chinese Moke nicknamed Zimo.

Xue'er and Nan Xihan and their entourage of more than 20 horses escaped from Qingxia Pass, and ran for dozens of miles overnight, seeing that the Weiyang army had no pursuers chasing them, they rested for a while in this Zimo trail.

Two bonfires reflected hasty, blood-stained faces.

The soldiers who desperately guarded Xue'er and Nancy Han's escape silently gnawed on the cold steamed buns to replenish their strength.

The horses snorted.

Five armor soldiers were on duty in all directions, always watching the subtle movements in this wilderness.

Nancy Han took a bag of water from his horse and handed it to Xue'er, who was stunned by the campfire: "Two hours ago, I was still thinking hard, during the day, the first battle of the Weiyang army was fanfare, and there was a tendency to break the boat, but in the end, why did I withdraw for no reason. ”

Nancy Han laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's really ridiculous to think about it now, it turned out to be premeditated!"

Xue'er, dressed in a red robe, was silent.

Whether it was from the book or the time she spent with the Weiyang army, she thought that she really understood what real war was.

She thought she was prepared for the cruelty of war.

But when she really stuck to Qingxia Pass in person, she realized how ridiculous her previous ideas were.

I watched the land and city of Dayan lose inch by inch, in my own hands. Watching the people of Dayan being displaced, and watching the bloody battle of the Dayan Iron Army against the horse leather shroud, Xue'er's heart was tingling.

When the national disaster is at hand, his own strength is too weak. Tonight, she experienced the taste of betrayal, and began to hate her previous laziness and casualness, whether it was in Bailoumen or Bodhi Academy.

The trail was aware of Suosuo's movements.

The armorer on duty exclaimed, "Who?"

More than a dozen heartfelt soldiers who were munching on steamed buns around the campfire stood up with their knives in unison, protecting Xue'er and Nancy Han by their side.

The horse raised its front hooves and neighed.

Nancy Han's eyes stared in one direction like a tiger and wolf, his toes stepped lightly, the burning firewood jumped up, Nancy Han secretly sent his palm power, and the firewood torch whistled in the direction of everyone's vigilance.

A figure flashed, and it appeared strangely in front of everyone.

More than 20 armorers drew their bows and shot, but they were stopped by Nancy Han, who was surprised.

Nancy Han turned her head to look at Cher.

Under the bonfire, Cher's autumn-like eyes gradually blurred.

Luo Changfeng, who couldn't help it, took half a step with some joy and timidity, and he raised his hand slightly, as if caressing her cheek.

Luo Changfeng muttered in his mouth: "Xue'er." ”