It's spring again, and the warm wind blowing from the Split Wind Canyon caresses the earth like a pair of gentle hands, melting the ice and snow, reviving all things, and the whole continent is full of life. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ten years have passed in a hurry, and after the baptism of war, Jidu has slowly regained its old prosperity, or even better than before.

This is a fierce battle with the Aotian clan in August, the corpses are all over the ground, the blood is flowing like a river, there are broken walls everywhere, and the city wall has collapsed by a third, after ten years, it has been gradually repaired, and the block is basically repaired, but there is one more statue in front of the palace.

Carved from black rock over three years by one of the country's most ingenious craftsmen, the statue features a female knight with a sword in her head and a mighty horse raising her front hooves as if she were hissing, and the stele below is engraved with the brilliance of the honoree.

Countless people pay homage here every day, and there are even pilgrims who bow down and go forward, and the story of this person has long been compiled into a legend and spread in every corner of the continent.

Commander of Ming Ran!

Led a detachment of divisions to drive thousands of miles directly into the canopy, and finally closed the canopy before the Aotian God Emperor re-descended on the mainland, and the last thing this elite army stepped back to its homeland was only more than 1,300 wounded soldiers who remained in the wilderness plain, and the commander of Ming Ran and his subordinates all disappeared into the canopy.

Ming dyeing, Qin Chen, night, flower blue...... Every name is a legend.

One day, a man in white walked on the long street, this person looked very handsome, with sword eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, a face with sharp edges and sharp edges, a lot taller than ordinary people, walking like a breeze, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and two pots of wine and a stack of yellow paper in his hands, and he didn't know where to go.

It was only a moment before the man came to the statue of Ming Ran, he looked up at the high-spirited female knight, sighed and turned away, leaving only an illusory back, which gradually dissipated.

In addition to the more than 1,000 wounded soldiers who were alive that day, there was also a person who asked Ming Ran to take out the Tianguang Sword before the canopy closed and handed it over to the current son, but the world didn't know about it, thinking that this person had become eternal in the canopy.

Thirty miles outside the capital, a manor, the man in white appeared again, he would appear four or five meters away every step he took, and soon came to a quiet hut in the manor, he stood in place, a low mound next to the hut, a scholar dressed in green clothes sat on the stone pier to burn paper, swaying the flames burned stacks of yellow paper, and the stack of yellow paper placed next to him slowly decreased.

The scholar in Tsing Yi noticed something, raised his head, and just met the eyes of the white-clothed swordsman, he threw a few pieces of yellow paper into the fire, and said softly: "It's been ten years in a blink of an eye, and I still clearly remember drinking with Mingran Taoting in the past, just like yesterday." ”

"Your Majesty." The white-clad swordsman clenched his fists.

The scholar in Tsing Yi waved his hand and said abruptly: "The ten-year appointment between you and me is at this time, and there are no monarchs and ministers today, so you can speak freely." ”

"I don't dare to erect a monument for her, I don't remember my life, and there is only one light in this tomb, I am afraid that she will stand in front of me alive one day, and I will be angry that I think she is dead."

At this time, it was the beginning of the ice and snow melting, warm and cold at first, but the Tsing Yi scholar and the white-clothed swordsman were thin, and the wind blew their clothes, and the two of them were in front of the low grave one after the other, quietly watching the paper ashes that were constantly disappearing.

The white-clothed swordsman took a few steps forward, put down the wine, took out the yellow paper, and with a slight wave of his palm, the red flames rose.

"In the past, Tang Wen cast two swords in the Splitting Wind Canyon, one was called Tianguang, and the other was given to the commander of Ming Dye, and one was given to the city, and the Tianguang was entrusted to His Majesty by Ming Dye ten years ago, and now ten years have passed, Xiao Xiao will also entrust the Allure Sword today, and from then on, the clouds and fields will see the Taiping world."

The white-clothed swordsman unleashed his sword and held it to the scholar in Tsing Yi, the long sword wrapped in light green silk, the hilt was polished smooth, and Xiao Xiao could imagine traveling with a sword day and night.

The scholar in Tsing Yi pushed: "How can the sword saint not have a sword, although you and I have a ten-year covenant, but the gift given to me by the deceased does not take the favor of others, there is no need to be like this." ”

Xiao Xiao smiled casually, turned his palm, the silk silk shattered into countless pieces, the index finger was lightly drawn, and the sword of the alluring city was out of the sheath, the sword body was extremely simple, extending from the hilt of several lines, the moment the sword was unsheathed, a chilling momentum came to the face, the grass and trees around were tilted, the wind blew and the clouds dispersed, just watching from a distance sighed that this was a sage soldier.

"Ten years ago, the delivery of the Tianguang Sword was entrusted by the commander of Fengming, and ten years later, it was entrusted to the Allure Sword," Xiaoxiao paused, "It was entrusted by Tang Wen, the leader of the barbarian race, and he said, 'The Barbarian and Middle-earth were originally the same human race, and this world will definitely return to unification in the future, but it's a pity that I can't see it, if he can see the Middle-earth royal family unify the continent, he will hand over the Allure Sword to the emperor of the human race, and it will not be in vain for me to take such pains." ’”

After that day, everyone knew that Tang Wen led the remaining 70,000 barbarian warriors to the battlefield, and fought a hard battle to the death with a total of 120,000 soldiers of the three legions of the Aotian clan in the Saka grassland.

"Tang led the country, the imperial court has also set up a monument for him in the capital city, the sword of the city should be the national weapon of the society, if there is a minister who vainly speaks of discord in the wilderness, this sword will cut off the head of the traitor!"

The scholar in Tsing Yi no longer shirked the sword of the city, and the sky and the city gathered, he remembered the words of Taifu Lin Fengqu when he was dying that day, and sighed, Taifu really had no last resort, and what happened after his death was exactly the same, the wilderness and the Middle Earth will be unified, and the court will be good at governing benevolently, and the world will return to the heart.

When he looked back, the white-clothed swordsman was long gone, except for the low mound where some wine was sprinkled, and the wine jar was quietly placed on the stone pier.

The scholar in Tsing Yi took a sip slowly, a sweet and sour lingering throat, and suddenly, he seemed to see the back of the beautiful woman in the long skirt, gradually moving away, like a divine horse beyond time, walking between light and shadow, he could only watch her go away anyway, and he couldn't catch up.

"Bright Dyeing ......"

The scholar in Tsing Yi stood in place, alone, and his vision gradually blurred......

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"The sour plum wine was made by me for two years, you are so welcome, drink it dry in one go, what if you have more gold and silver treasures, can you return me the same sour plum wine?"

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"Your Royal Highness, as the crown prince, should put the country's social welfare first and the well-being of the people as your life, and your mother-in-law is really not as good as me, a little woman."

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"People are in the city, the city is ruined, please Your Majesty sit firmly in the palace."

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"Are you crazy?! This is the battlefield! The moment of life and death! You are the emperor, you should not come to such a dangerous place...... Escort His Majesty back to the palace left and right, and behead him immediately if he violates the order! ”

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"You're a king, I'm a minister, Mingran never thought about those things... I didn't know that the jar of sour plum wine buried in my family's yard was still there, and if Mingran returned triumphantly, he drank with the scholars in Tsing Yi again. ”

That year, the beauty smiled skillfully and set out on the horse, even if she was a shocking genius and unparalleled in the world, she could only embark on the road of no return.