/p Jun Zeyu unconsciously gathered his robe.

Luo Changfeng could see that this former comrade was really afraid of the cold.

The three generations of disciples of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong are known as wizards in the world, and the descendants of the twelve constellations of the Heavenly Heavens are particularly dazzling. Junze Yu, who has unparalleled wisdom, was born with a lotus appearance, whether it is talent, wisdom, demeanor, or talent, cultivation is no different.

He was once a son, and he was unparalleled in the world.

He has been admired by countless handsome people.

He was once commented on by Tianji Pavilion as an exception.

He is good at human arithmetic.

for he can count the hearts of men.

But now from Luo Changfeng's point of view, he seems to only have those former reputations left.

Luo Changfeng suddenly smiled and said, "Did you do too much of it?"

The tent was covered with a soft blanket, and I don't know if it was the treatment of the nobles of the Seven Prefectures region, or the exclusive enjoyment of this military advisor who was afraid of the cold.

Luo Changfeng sat on the ground next to the fire.

He didn't take off the face of the silver fox.

Many young people in the Seven Prefectures were former academy students, and the appearance of the little master and uncle of the Sichuan Sect could not be ruled out in the military camp.

Luo Changfeng didn't want to cause more trouble.

In front of the tent, the lieutenant led the soldiers and soldiers to bring lunch, except for the rabbit meat to keep out the cold, it was all ordinary snacks. The lieutenant removed the fire a little, brought the dining table, and left silently after placing it.

Jun Zeyu personally cooked the wine: "If it refers to the Taolin incident, I will not defend it." ”

Luo Changfeng said: "You have your position, and I am not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong. But the academy was finally buried in the hands of Tiandong, and I buried my brother and master with my own hands, which is a fact. ”

Jun Zeyu was silent: "The contest between the big guys, I just want to interfere, and I can't say anything." ”

"So the academy collapsed, do you want to say that it has nothing to do with Tiandong?"

"At least, it has nothing to do with me!"

Luo Changfeng got to the point: "So what about this time?"

Taking out the ear cup from the boiling water of the four-legged fasting stove, Jun Zeyu's hand paused: "King Luo Bing violated the military order and intercepted his own people halfway. Even if he is an invincible general, how can he stay?"

"It was I who killed the Bodhisattva of Joy. ”

Jun Zeyu put the cup in front of Luo Changfeng, and he didn't want to be bored drinking with Luo Changfeng, so he took a sip to warm his stomach: "So you're here." ”

Luo Changfeng was unmoved from beginning to end: "You feel surprised?"

"I really didn't expect it. There are more than one million allied troops in the Seven Nations, and there are not many people who know the identity of our military division. "Mysterious, because you're afraid of death?"

The Moon Phase is now the daughter of the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, and it is not difficult for Luo Changfeng to know the identity of the mysterious military advisor of the Seven Nations Alliance.

Jun Zeyu smiled bitterly: "I am really afraid of death! I am afraid of dying as light as a feather." ”

Luo Changfeng stared at the warm wine in the cup, squinted his eyes, and released a little murderous aura around his body: "You claim to be the best of the people, do you know what I did on this trip?"

"It's not like they're here to kill me. ”

"Perhaps, they are here to kill you?"

Outside the tent, the snowflakes falling in the sky were momentary and no one noticed. I don't know if it's from Luo Changfeng's murderous aura, or if there are some masters hidden in the barracks.

At that moment, Jun Zeyu felt the killing intent, a real killing intent.

He suddenly laughed and said, "You won't." Kill me, Luo Bingwang's charges still can't be cleared. Military orders are like mountains, and it is not necessary to wipe out the people who gave the orders, but to move this mountain. ”

"There are many reasons to kill you, but it doesn't necessarily have to be for that. ”

"Indeed, there are many reasons to kill me. But there is only one reason not to kill me, only one need to be enough. ”

A sword appeared in Luo Changfeng's hand, an ancient famous sword in the Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram.

He placed the unscabbarded sword on the table: "Have you found this reason?"

Jun Zeyu glanced at the sword and said with a smile: "I'm helping you." ”

Luo Changfeng didn't speak, just looked at Jun Zeyu.

The latter explained: "With your current cultivation in the lower realm of the spiritual aperture, even if you have many means to rank second in Tianque, if you want to seek revenge on that Yan Bailou, it is still a fantasy. It is said that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but which gentleman have you ever seen who has really waited for ten years?"

"I can help you get revenge. ”

Luo Changfeng raised his eyes.

Obviously, he was unexpected, and the content of Jun Zeyu's words was unexpected.

Jun Zeyu continued quietly: "You can treat this as a transaction. You help me break the Jiangdu, and in the battle of Dingding in the spring next year, I can let you kill Yan Bailou with your own hands. ”

Luo Changfeng sneered: "Turn the Venerable who has cultivated into the Tribulation Realm into a wasted person, and then bring it to me?"

He needs revenge.

will never kill the emperor of Yan Guo, who has become a wasted person.

Jun Zeyu shook his head: "No, it's a fair duel." ”

Luo Changfeng's hand trembled slightly, unwilling to let Jun Zeyu see it, he clenched his fist.

Revenge, these two words echoed in his mind for five years.

In the past five years, he has been shortening the gap with Yan Bailou step by step. He once borrowed a knife to kill people in the academy and killed the god general of the White Building.

Yan Bailou, who listened to slander and connived at Qin Yi's murder, has always lived a good life.

On the night when the snow entered Tiandong, Master Wuxiang Dao Sect only seriously injured him. Because of the price paid for attacking and killing the Emperor of the Great Yan Empire, the Wuxiang Dao Sect at that time could not afford it.

Luo Changfeng seemed to see the day when the Luo family in Luohe County was wiped out again, and he knelt in the heavy rain.

His eyes were crimson.

He thought of Cher again.

No one knows how much he struggles when he actually mentions this.

In him is Cher's heart.

He breathed and survived on this heart.

Now he wants to use the life given to him by this heart to kill Cher's father, the one who gave her life and heart.

What a mockery!

For Luo Changfeng, being alive is originally a mockery!

He can't go unavenged for his blood vengeance, even if he doesn't hesitate to fall into the devil's path......

Luo Changfeng admitted that he was persuaded by Jun Zeyu.

He will break through Jiangdu, and then slash Yan Bailou.

Luo Changfeng stood up with his sword.

He finally picked up the cup that was already cold, saluted Jun Zeyu and said, "It's the last cup." ”

After saying that, I drank it all.

Luo Changfeng let go of his hand and let the empty cup fall.

There was a flash of sword light in the tent.

The cut robes fluttered in front of the eyes of the two of them.

Luo Changfeng turned around and left.

The robe burned in the fire.

Jun Zeyu let out a long sigh.

Then he drank all the wine in his glass......

......

In the heavy snow, some people stand quietly at the foot of the mountain.

It was a graceful figure.

The woman was dressed in black and held a sharp short blade in her hand.

She's Ahri.

Ahri waits quietly at the foot of Momiji Mountain.

The snow has covered 3,000 green silks, and my feet have been buried in the deep snow.

She didn't move.

She wanted to meet the scholars in the Nanshan Bell Tower.

But in the temple, eighteen monks holding Arhat sticks stopped her under the seat of the Red Leaf Zen Master.

She didn't know if this battle was the scholar's intention.

She only knew that she couldn't break into the Arhat Formation.

At the foot of the Red Leaves Mountain, dressed in black and white snow, he waited silently until dusk, and then turned around sadly......

(End of chapter)

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