There is no doubt that this will be the loudest slap in the face of the emperor.

Is it the escalation of the contradiction between Yuanzong and the imperial power, or is there a disagreement between the two big men behind Dusk Yuan?

Qingyun didn't dare to think about it.

Great changes are coming, and all he can do is to believe in the old man standing in front of him as always.

As has been done for this millennium.

Who could have predicted what the future would bring?

It's like no one knows that an ordinary and weak secular patriarch can change the trend of the human world.

Together, they are enough to suppress all the trouble.

But their alliance has also fallen under the years?

......

The green mountains and green waters are neighbors, and the green bamboo and white birds are the clothes.

The cold wind of winter does not blow here, and the invasion of war never dares to approach.

This is the worldly fairyland next to the capital of Nanyue, and this is the place where the sword immortal Wu Anran lives in seclusion.

"How long has it been kneeling for that kid of the An family?" The elegant female voice sounded, and the gray-robed woman took a sip of tea and raised her eyelids.

"Returning to the master, he has been kneeling since the incident in the Dusk Yuan Imperial City, and it has been more than three days now. "The apprentice is standing on the side, wearing a green coat, his eyebrows are as beautiful as the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, just looking at it is enough to give people nine points of peace.

But seeing that she didn't know what she remembered, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and suddenly a little playfulness swelled up.

The girl exhaled like an orchid, stepped forward, and whispered in her teacher's ear: "Just a little kindness the size of a sesame seed in the past, I dare to come to the door and let you come forward to save his daughter's life, I really don't know what to do." It is better to let him get out of here quickly, so as not to defile this pure land. ”

The gray-robed woman looked up, her eyes full of smiles.

"What is the magic of the An family that can make my family so obsessed?"

Wu Fang is her adopted daughter, and she has lived with her since she was a child, what thoughts do you have, and how can you escape her eyes?

"Perhaps, you just think that father and daughter are pitiful, right?" The girl in Tsing Yi stuck out her tongue and was caught, but she didn't care at all.

If the Master himself has no intention of caring about it, how can he care so much?

"Do you think that the teacher should also be involved in this matter?" the woman sighed, and the blue light in her eyes flowed, showing a bit of purity.

Gao Miao, solemn, seems to be affectionate, but has no heart.

If Su Meng saw it, he would be surprised, this was seven points similar to Qin Lao's state at that time!

There is no doubt that she is the first ancestor of the Sword Sect, the only woman among the Seven Immortals.

She is Wu Anran.

And Wu Fang once had a relationship with the little fox in the listening heart world.

The girl walked behind the master, rubbed her shoulders for her, smiled lightly, but didn't say anything.

"That's it. Seeing her like this, the sword fairy couldn't help but go up and shudder, waved his hand and said, "Tell the kid from the An family that I agreed to his request." ”

"Thank you, Master!" the girl covered her head and said a blessing, her smile was bright, and her eyes were as bright as the moon and stars.

"Jianmen, I haven't appeared in front of the world for too long. The gray-robed woman took her into her arms and sighed softly, "It's up to you to go out and have a look for me." ”

Seeing the clarity on her pretty face, Wu Anran patted her back and scolded with a smile, "If you don't accompany my wife, you can follow your wishes." ”

Before she could refute, the sword fairy caressed her green hair, her eyes were soft, but her words were changing.

"The world is going to change, you can let it go. As a teacher, always there. ”

The slightest coldness circulates in the secret realm.

You must know that her name back then was "Blood Sword".

The sword does not drink blood and swears not to return.

......

The world has always been a world where the strong are born and the weak die.

But not with the army.

No one dared to risk the collapse of the morale of the army and execute the wounded en masse.

Therefore, the strong can die, and the weak must live.

This is the tactics explained by Su Meng.

Having lost the golden armor gods of the past, he has always been very careful in his actions. Fearing that he had confused the line between strong and weak, he never killed anyone.

This is also the reason why he was beaten extremely badly, and it made Su Meng cry and laugh.

Dragging the wounded took up a large number of horses, so that some riders had to change careers and become infantrymen, but the wounded drove horses, and after all, they were still not good at walking.

There is no need to constantly harass them, just a few simple quagmire spells, and a few small rivers with considerable changes in depth and shallowness, which are enough to make them suffer.

Finally, the first complaint came from the man who was silent.

"I miss home. The lining under the man's armor was already a little tattered, and he looked at his comrade-in-arms who was bandaging his wounds, and his voice was hoarse, "Erhei, let me die." ”

In recent years, the country has been prosperous, strong and healthy, and there has never been any war.

Even if it is rare to see any bullies, it is easy to be targeted by the rangers and become the bricks and stones of their fame.

The lives of ordinary people are actually quite good.

But what did they do when they went out with the army?

Meritorious service?

The enemy did see it, but the only people they killed were ...... It's the Great General and the other siblings trapped in the enchantment!

Rushing around the battlefield and riding horses to fight can let go of the complexity in your heart.

But when he was wounded and lay on his horse like a waste, the past was like a blunt knife cut at his heart.

"Let me die. The man choked up and closed his eyes.

"Smack!" The comrade-in-arms who was bandaging his wound had red eyes and slapped him in the face, and there was some sparkle in the corner of his eye, "Live." Live for Lao Tzu!"

Erhei shook his weak body violently, and with that, he turned his head and rushed out.

And similar things continue to happen in this team, which has nearly a third of the injured team.

The hearts of a large number of soldiers were full of despair.

As the person in charge, Ge Qing's face was pale, and he took everything in his eyes.

"My lord, let's go back. Behind him, Tuoba Ming's face was calm, but he still said this.

There is still a need to bypass a lake on the way ahead, and Chief Hao Lian has only been shattered by the void god.

When he came back to his senses, how many of them in the group would be able to make it to Dongli alive?

Ge Qing looked at him, and his face was no longer angry.

A piece of iron blue.

"It's late. The adjutant said, and Mu Ran got on his horse and caught up with the front army.

Late?

Thinking of the mysterious overseer from Twilight Valley, he stood there with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Holding his right arm, which was aching faintly, Tuoba Ming slowly walked towards the rear queue.

In the middle of the day, the shield of the golden armor god fell heavily on this place.

He doubted that he would be able to pull away his beloved divine weapon as usual.

But there will be no more time to recuperate.

The command of this team is not in the hands of these officers!