Descending from the sky was Zhao Gou, the blue devil hand of the Red Leaf Temple.

The Xuanfo stepped on the snow and came to Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun.

The rolling iron armor is Jiang Manlou's red robe descendant of the three thousand iron floating slaughter.

The black-robed leader of the collapsed city tower is Chongyang, the new master of the Demon Gate.

The voice shouted that it was the three people of the moon shadow who killed the three of the seven kills and the three phases of the moon.

Behind the two of them, the black torrent between the silver sky and the ground was the reinforcement of the 100,000 fine willow army led by Wu Xiuyang......

Since Luo Changfeng lay in the Forgetful River and walked through the ghost gate, the former ten sons and comrades have gone their separate ways. I can't remember how long, but for more than two years, the ten people never got together again.

Under the cover of the Blue Devil's hand, Luo Changfeng, who had been separated for a hundred years, had mixed feelings in his heart.

How can he say that he has no clothes, and is with his son?

He made a desperate bet on breaking the river, and he was right.

……

Silvery earth.

The crimson sunset.

Ruined towers.

A lonely figure on the castle tower.

The dusk after the snow is like a painting. It's just that the people in the paintings on the city tower have no intention of appreciating the short-term calm in the beacon fire.

The battle was full of twists and turns.

The mountains and rivers of Sheji are separated from the primordial gods and integrated with the vast earth, and Luo Changfeng has been thinking hard for a long time and cannot penetrate the mysteries.

He still has many questions.

He didn't know if he had opened a great world, whether the so-called troubled world was the absurd words of the world, and he didn't know whether everything he experienced in the fantasy world of life and death was illusory or real.

However, he looked inside the primordial gods, and the mountains and rivers of the society were indeed gone.

Wu Xiuyang's armor quietly came behind him.

Luo Changfeng heard the sound of footsteps and woke up from a state of sudden distraction.

After taking over the Xiliu Army, Wu Xiuyang, who seemed to have grown up by throwing away all the vices of the gentlemen, looked at the distant dusk side by side with Luo Changfeng and said: "They all say that they are grateful for their great kindness, but this time, I still have to say thank you! I, Wu Xiuyang, owe you a favor." ”

Luo Changfeng thought of Liluo, Shen Tianxin, Jiang Manlou, Li Xingyun and others. Whether it is to capture Fenglingdu or break the Jiangdu City, if there are no these comrades, Luo Changfeng will be unable to return to the sky: "Actually, I want to thank me." ”

Wu Xiuyang nodded silently.

At the moment when he saw the moment he was a hundred years away, he felt guilty in his heart.

Thinking of the news he had just received, Wu Xiuyang said: "Master Strategist has not broken his promise, Sister An is already on her way back. ”

Luo Changfeng's hanging heart finally calmed down: "That's good." ”

Wu Xiuyang turned his head and glanced at Luo Changfeng, hiding in his heart not to vomit unhappy questions.

Luo Changfeng said: "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

Wu Xiuyang looked at Luo Changfeng's eyes: "If you can, I hope you don't let down Sister An." ”

Luo Changfeng was stunned and speechless.

He remembered the delicate dice that An Hongdou stuffed into his hand.

Exquisite dice An red beans, into the bone acacia Jun knows.

What kind of emotion is that for An Hongdou? Luo Changfeng couldn't tell.

The unintentional mistake of that night in the Red Leaf Temple was like a red line in the underworld, and the two were implicated from then on. On the 3,000-foot sword wall, the white-clothed Luo Bing took revenge on the Great Joy Bodhisattva with his own sword, leaving a trace of kendo understanding in Luo Changfeng's primordial spirit. In fact, it is not a pure understanding, there is also a trace of beauty in An Hongdou.

That kind of beauty is called affection.

Maybe Luo Changfeng didn't realize that he had been imperceptibly affected by this emotion.

Seeing that Luo Changfeng was silent, Wu Xiuyang did not continue.

Although he can't let go of Sister An, who is heroic in a red robe and does not lose to a man, he also knows that if Sister An marries in this life, she will only be a handsome man of the same generation.

Although Wu Xiuyang is the young master of the Nebula Prefecture, compared to the character next to him who dares to challenge the king of Jiangdu alone with the strength of three people, he is also ashamed of himself.

Losing to Tianque second, he was convinced.

Wu Xiuyang breathed a long sigh of relief, patted Luo Changfeng's shoulder with a smile and said, "They are waiting for you." ”

……

After the destruction of Jiangdu City, the white-robed snow dragon cavalry of Dayan and the remnants of the defending army were scattered and fled under the pursuit of the 3,000 Tiefutu and the Xiliu Army. Today, there are only millions of ordinary people left in the Second Imperial City of Dayan.

In order to reduce the panic in the hearts of the people in the city, the army of the Xiliu Army withdrew from Jiangdu City and was stationed ten miles away, leaving only Jiang Manlou's 3,000 Tiefutu garrison in the city.

Of course, there is also Luo Changfeng and his ten sons.

A separate elegant courtyard was vacated in the mansion of Li Taibai, the king of Jiangdu, who was buried by Luo Changfeng, and dozens of plum blossoms were sparsely planted in the courtyard, and the white snow reflected the plum blossoms at dusk, which was very beautiful.

There is a plum pavilion facing the lake in the plum forest.

Li Xingyun, a Zen master of Nanshan who is no longer a scholar, sits on a stone seat in the pavilion in a robe, and next to the stone table are Mo Xiangqi and Shen Tianxin.

The three people of Yue and Jiang Manlou leaned on the railing and drank against the lake.

Chongyang, who was dressed in a black robe, stood with his hands in his hands and looked at the plum blossoms in the court.

After waking up, he looked at his old reflection in the pool.

That's a picture.

A picture of silence with a hint of sadness.

No one spoke.

The reunion after a long absence should have a story that can't be told at night, but at this moment, there is nothing to say.

Luo Changfeng stood in front of the courtyard door, looking at those figures that were no longer the same, touching some memories of the past, and his heart ached slightly.

He remembered being at the academy at that time.

At that time, there was still a seowon on the mountain.

There are peach blossoms flying in the sky in the academy, and there are many vigorous students of the same age.

The academy also has a pavilion.

The invincible Jiang Manlou, the scholarly Li Xingyun, the taciturn Chongyang, the sharp and unfathomable, the mysterious Shen Tianxin, and the orphaned Yue brothers who depend on each other. There are also Xue'er Ling'er, who is ignorant of the world, Nancy Han, who is calm and sophisticated, and Jun Zeyu, who is unparalleled in wisdom.

At that time, there were no winter snow days in the academy, and some of the four seasons were like spring flowers flying all over the sky.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Two years later, the academy ceased to exist.

They are no longer six-character students.

There is no eye-catching peach blossom forest, only the remnant sun and snow in front of you.

Jiang Manlou supported the family business accumulated in the Tibetan Soldier Valley of Tibing Mountain for several generations, Li Xingyun abandoned his cultivation to convert to Buddhism, Chongyang took over the Demon Gate from his senior brother and carried the Creation and Transformation Mixed Yuan Diagram, leaving the one-armed body for a hundred years, Shen Tianxin left the Imperial League and waited alone for the king to marry a red-clothed vow, and the Yue brothers remained in the world with the hope of killing all the people.

Jun Zeyu cut off his robe and broke his righteousness, Nancy Han's whereabouts are unknown, Ling'er has been dead for a long time, and Xue'er has also taken on the responsibility of her family and country.

Two years later, two years later, suddenly everything is gone......

A cool breeze is blowing.

There seemed to be a light snow in the dusk.

Luo Changfeng gathered a heavy heart and walked into the courtyard with the prepared wine and food.

Snowflakes and plum blossoms fly.

The secluded courtyards are staggered.

In fact, there is no need to complain about anything, and there is no need to talk about each other's experiences through wine.

They are no longer the teenagers they once were.

They're all growing.

In fact, life is like this.

Whether it's two years or ten years, you should be content to meet and get together.

At the end of the world, I hope you are well!

(PS: With this chapter, I salute the friendship of the world, the ends of the earth, and I hope you are well.) ）