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The first snow of Dayan's forty-second year is still falling.

Outside the giant deer city, the boundless wasteland mountain dances, and the silver snake is reckless.

After piling up for a day and a night, the heavy snow crushed the dead branches that had already been shaking and trembling, and the birds that had nowhere to roost on the dead branches flew in fright, facing the cold storm and snow, and did not know where to fly.

I don't know where it is from!

The dead branch fell before the iron hoof, and the horse with a loud nose and a silver face in iron armor collapsed with a kick.

Immediately afterwards, the dead branches that were like fallen leaves that need to return to their roots were annihilated by countless iron hooves, stepped into powder, and finally mixed with the thick white snow.

This is Dayan's million-dollar iron ride out of the city!

Silver-white heaven and earth.

Inky torrents.

Icy iron armor.

Sharp Changge.

Shocking neat steps.

Red swallow flags fluttering in the wind.

It was not Yan Nanfei who led the army out of the city to meet the enemy today, but the Imperial Princess Ning Xue, who won two battles and two victories yesterday.

Yan Nanfei was independent of the head of the giant deer city, looking at the red-robed shadow in front of the ink-colored iron armor torrent.

That's his sister.

It is also the protagonist of the battle of Dingding today.

……

Coincidentally, in the majestic allied forces of the Seven Prefectures that had already lined up in all directions, there was no military advisor Jun Zeyu who was sitting on a wooden wheel.

The Master of the Army is still in the camp.

Even Wanyan Wushuang, who often accompanies the military division, did not appear in front of the three armies.

Cher wondered.

But the million allies in the Seven States region were not puzzled.

Yesterday's first battle fell into the lower ranks, and instead of being confused and uneasy, they felt steady.

Unprecedentedly steadfast!

For JunZeyu, absence does not mean fear of losing, perhaps it is just fear of cold.

Between being afraid of the cold and being confident, the million-dollar allies in the Seven States Region obviously preferred to believe the latter.

The military advisor did not arrive, because he did not need to come.

There is no need to come, because he has the chance to win.

Come or not, be there or not, the victory is there.

They looked forward to the sound of triumph.

At the moment when Dayan's million iron cavalry appeared in view, the allied forces in the Seven Prefectures waved their flags and shouted one after another to deter the enemy.

Dayan Tieqi is naturally not far behind.

Under the earth-shattering shouts of you coming and going, Xue'er rode on the light dust, raised her red robe in the wind, and went out of battle.

The beating of drums sounded.

The sound of the drum shook round and round ripples, shattering the wind and snow that had strayed into the ripples.

In the battle array of the Thousand Good Generals of the Seven States Domain Alliance, there was a fierce general wearing red armor carrying a long halberd and rushing out of the horse, and the fierce horse was not more than a hundred meters away, and the fierce general jumped up and jumped into the air, and he was a strong man in the Seven States Domain who was in the upper realm of the spiritual aperture.

Xue'er's eyebrows were slightly raised.

The slender wrist that was whiter than a snowflake turned the sword body, and Xue'er casually took off the red robe cloak and jumped up, and in an instant it was already a hundred feet in the air.

High in the air, there was the sound of halberds and swords clashing endlessly.

The two figures did not hesitate, there was no temptation, and the moment they made their moves, it was a desperate struggle.

Countless glances in front of the two armies.

Countless snowflakes under the sky.

There is also a red robe cape, which dances with the wind.

Under the red-robed cloak, two horses with their own masters collided violently.

Blood Torrent!

……

"On the second day of the Battle of the Giant Deer, do you guess Jun Zeyu vs. Yan Nanfei, what is the victory or defeat?"

At the moment of life and death, there are still such people who bet on the dice at such leisure, and it may be difficult to find the second one in Jiangdu City.

Jiang Manlou put one hand on the shoulder of Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun, and said with a squeezing of his eyebrows.

Li Xingyun was silent.

I had to put my palms together and lower my eyebrows.

"You guy, don't be a good scholar, but you want to shave 3,000 green silk to be those six pure Buddhists?"

After the reunion, Jiang Manlou has always been resentful.

Resentment against Li Xingyun.

He didn't know what the scholar had been through, and he didn't want to know any of that.

He just remembered the scholar who talked endlessly to Mr. about the truth, and then looked at the person in front of him, he couldn't bear it, but he was distressed!

Yue Sanren and Chongyang looked at the young Zen master.

Shen Tianxin and Mo Xiangqi were also looking at the silent Zen master.

Luo Changfeng may know more.

What can he do?

He patted Jiang Manlou on the shoulder, put the tears in his eyes, and sat down.

Li Xingyun lowered his eyebrows and was silent.

Hand twisting the rosary.

He silently recites the Heart Sutra of Avalokiteshvara.

There was a long silence in the pavilion......

Jiang Manlou stubbornly got up, snatched the Buddha bone rosary, tore it to pieces, and the Buddha beads fell to the ground.

Li Xingyun opened his eyes slightly, moist and reddened eyes.

He looked down at the rolling beads.

"I'm down to everyone. This is the first sentence that Li Xingyun said in addition to the Buddhist scriptures and Buddha numbers since the comrades gathered.

"You didn't lose anyone! You are a bookseller!" Jiang Manlou left angrily.

The crowd left the attic one after another.

Soon, only Luo Changfeng and Li Xingyun were left in the building.

Luo Changfeng sighed lightly in his heart and picked up the spilled Buddha beads one by one.

Li Xingyun bowed down to take the scattered Buddha beads and glanced at Luo Changfeng deeply: "What if the Seven Prefectures Domain Alliance stops under the Xueji Sword and your revenge is blocked?"

The scholar said his final goodbye.

He clasped his palms together in salute.

Get up and resign.

He didn't wait for Luo Changfeng's answer, because he knew that Luo Changfeng didn't have an answer anyway.

Luo Changfeng froze in place.

He really hadn't thought about it?

He thought about it countless times, but he couldn't get an answer.

When Li Xingyun revealed the truth that he was hiding and unwilling to face, he seemed to see that picture.

The picture of meeting Cher with the sword soldiers.

……

There was a farewell in the snowstorm outside Jiangdu.

It is the farewell of the ten sons to the scholar Li Xingyun.

He didn't leave out of resentment.

Brothers and sisters, how can they resent?

At the moment when the Buddha beads fell all over the ground, Nanshan Zen master Li Xingyun had an epiphany.

Who did he lose?

He lived up to his ten sons.

He lived up to his bookish spirit.

He also lived up to the Buddha's first three refuges.

There is only one person in this life of a scholar.

That person is Ling'er!

When he walked out of this snow-soaked world, the young Zen master was determined to exhaust the blue and yellow springs to find the person who had been disappointed.

In the wind and snow, the Buddha's clothes folded his hands and made a great wish for this life.

"Biluo Huangquan, in order to find a person.

Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha!"

At that time, the ten sons and comrades never realized that the row of shoe prints in the wind and snow they looked at from afar were printed in every corner of the world, and this farewell was ten years!

……

Cher uses the thirty-four sword to cut off a bloody head.

Then it took thirty swords to separate the corpse of the second fierce man in the Seven States Domain.

The millions of soldiers of the Great Yan Empire are getting braver and braver.

The allies in the Seven States were all furious.

Last night, Jun Zeyu ordered people to send ten tips to the ten battalion guards.

In the bag is the method of arranging the troops of the military division.

According to the tips, the corpses of the first two generals who were ordered to fight against the enemy were in different places, and such a bloody scene made the third young lord of Ziwei Prefecture, Zong Zheng Yingnan, a little suspicious.

(PS: Just ask how this chapter is, hehe.) ）