Luo Changfeng has not shown up since he returned to Jiangdu.

No matter whether it is a blizzard or a sunny day, no matter whether the sun rises in the east or the sun sets in the west, he locks himself in an independent courtyard, and more than a dozen iron floating butchers around Jiang Manlou guard the courtyard, even if An Hongdou returns, he will not be seen.

An Hongdou did not entangle with the Tiefutu who guarded the courtyard, but would personally deliver meals to the courtyard door at a fixed time every morning, noon and evening.

Regardless of whether Luo Changfeng eats it or not, it is so every day.

Time passed.

For more than ten days in a row, no battle reports were heard in Jiangdu or other regions of Tiandong, and there was no more gunpowder smoke and war fire, and the roots of the ears were cleared, as if the world was instantly peaceful.

It's just that everyone knows that this rare peace is an illusion and will not last long.

Because the soldiers of the Great Yan Empire, under the leadership of the crown prince Yan Nanfei, arrived in Julu a few days ago.

Bringing together Yan Nanfei's Chinese army and the four princely soldiers and horses, together with the Heavenly Punishment General Tie Leng and his reinforcements sent by the Emperor League, the strength of the giant deer on the side of the Great Yan Empire is full of one million, a real million army!

On the other hand, the Seven Nations Alliance, under the command of Jun Zeyu, also gathered a total of 900,000 soldiers and horses from all directions, and drove to Julu at the same time with the masters of the Seven Prefectures and the Nanshan Bell Breaker.

The two armies are facing each other, and they are only three miles apart!

This battle does not matter tactics, does not matter the use of troops, does not care about strategy. The two sides chose to confront each other head-on, and disdained all means!

This is the dark tide hidden in the tranquility!

The battle between the Seven Prefectures and the Great Yan Empire is imminent, and the world knows that the short-term calm is the eve of the battle of life and death, and the tranquility before the storm......

Julu City, which has millions of soldiers, is also very quiet.

After Xue'er was connected to the city, she invariably chose to close the door to thank the guests, even Yan Nanfei didn't know the reason, so she had to wait for the news under the pavilion in person.

The heavy snow of the past day has already melted with the winter sun after the sunshine, and it is still a cold winter wax moon, but the cold north wind seems to send a little thin warmth, reminding the farming people that the earth is about to regain spring.

Cher has been closed for 15 days......

Sunny morning.

The door of the room, which had been closed for fifteen days, finally opened, and Xue'er, wrapped in a red robe, walked out of the attic.

There is no haggard or tired look on her face, but on the contrary, it is extremely ruddy and smooth. There was a mysterious glow in his eyes, a little less kindness and more indifference than before the retreat.

On the 15th, she hid in seclusion, and Cher did nothing. She just uses these days to figure out one thing and forget about one person by the way.

Thinking back to the past, she began to feel a little absurd, a little funny.

She is the most favored Princess Ning Xue of the Dayan Empire, she has been cared for by her father since she was a child, and she has been guarded by Yan Lingwei within the palace walls.

She is noble and holy.

She is intelligent and smart.

She has a knack for remembering.

She was born with a delicate heart.

Bailoumen's experience of more than ten years has made her read all the Taoist classics since she was a child, and she is familiar with the three books of heaven, earth and man and the likes of a hundred schools.

She was once accepted by Dean Zhuang as an introductory disciple of the inheritance mantle, and whether it was her cultivation talent or the resources she had, she was much stronger than those famous and dazzling pearls of the same age and generation.

Even if she only had a humble and pitiful Miao Dao realm cultivation right now, she would not be discouraged and self-deprecating.

Because she knows herself very well.

Whether she is next to her father or her teacher, whether she is next to Yan Lingwei or next to Brother Changfeng, she has a full sense of security. She doesn't need advanced cultivation and strength, because she doesn't need to protect herself.

This is not an excuse for her low cultivation.

She's just a little lazy.

Too lazy to practice.

Because that's too tiring, and because it's too time-consuming.

She likes to read, watch the scenery, enjoy the moon and listen to cicadas. She was afraid that she would not have time to read, watch the scenery, admire the moon and listen to cicadas for the sake of cultivation.

And now, everything doesn't matter.

She has to take on an identity, and she has to forget a person.

She will never let the imperial brother be isolated in the battle between the Great Yan Empire and the Seven States Domain, she will fight side by side with the imperial brother.

The reason is very simple, just because she is the Snow Princess of the Dayan Empire.

Cher walked out of the pavilion.

The originally clear and boundless sky suddenly became gloomy. Without warning, the dark clouds rolled along the horizon, the light gradually dispelled, and the darkness took over the sky.

In this step, Xue'er entered the Yuan Shen from the wonderful way.

The cloudy sky suddenly had a terrifying cold wind attacking, and the sand flew inside and outside the giant deer city in an instant, and the chickens and dogs jumped, whether it was the people in the city or the big Yan million iron horsemen stationed in it, countless Dao looked at the sky with a little surprise in the sky, they were thinking about what was going on.

Walking out of the attic in the second step, Xue'er Yuan Shen went out of her body and into the spiritual aperture.

Suddenly snowflakes fell from the gloomy sky.

It's not two or three or four pieces, but the goose-feathered snow is falling violently. This strange weather made many people in Julu City panic.

So some people remembered the scene when the Emperor Yan Bailou was outside the gate of the White Mansion and spent the Great Yan National Fortune and came out of Xuezhai, which is so familiar with the present.

Yan Nanfei, who was in the courtyard of the pavilion, crossed his arms and looked at the sky, his thick black sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was a little surprised.

Beside him, Nanfei Guest Seat, Heavenly Punishment General, Demon Clan Sisters and Brothers, Emperor Alliance Quicksand and others also showed doubts on their faces.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Just when everyone was inexplicable, Xue'er's figure fell into everyone's eyes with the heavy snow.

Thunder rolled in the snow.

The third step fell, and Xue'er entered the catastrophe from the spiritual aperture.

A sword flew from beyond the sky.

The sword fed on the wind and snow, and it sliced through the void, and flew back into Xue Eryu's hand with a mighty sound of breaking through the air.

The sword groaned.

Everyone looked up again, and at this moment, the sky was no longer windy and snowy, and the sky was clear, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Nanfei looked at Xue'er's cheeks in astonishment, and after a few breaths, the shock in his heart was wiped away, and a smile was replaced by a smile.

A smile of relief.

......

When the wind and snow cleared, there was a recognition in the Li family's mansion in Jiangdu City.

Mr. Bai Zhiqiu, who was dressed in white and silver-haired, and had a Confucian and holy atmosphere, and the gray-haired Taoist robe, the old man Tianji, appeared in Jiangdu City together.

So the black-robed powerhouses of the Demon Gate, together with Chongyang, who woke up after sleeping for five hundred years, and Zhao Gou, the blue devil, recognized Bai Zhiqiu, who had disappeared for five hundred years.

So Mo Xiangqi, who recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, recognized his grandfather, the old man Tianji.

So Li Xingyun, who converted to Buddha in order to redeem the kindness of the Red Leaf Zen Master, also recognized himself with Mr.

Whether it is a Confucian saint or a devil, the gentleman in Li Xingyun's eyes is always a gentleman.

What's more, the Buddha and the demon are sometimes just a thought.

These two divine dragons saw that the true saint of the current world who was not in sight glanced at Luo Changfeng, who had just left the courtyard, and then left without a trace.