The patrol team came in from the front, chatting with each other and taking off the saber at their waists. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Feng Ling overheard someone in the tree: "Team Zheng, where did you say that the people from the Xuanjia Battalion went?" ”

"You ask me? Rather, ask the moon that hangs in the sky, and it hangs high so that you can see it. The team was replying angrily.

"This thing is also bizarre, this road has passed, and there is only one avenue for the Communist Party, how can I not find a trace back and forth."

"Can Apoda get it back?"

"If you want me to say it...... someone said in a trick, "I must have encountered some unclean murderous thing......

"Phew!" Immediately, someone on the side refuted him: "Have you seen the appearance of the Xuanjia Battalion's leader Yan Duwei killing the enemy on the battlefield?" I'm afraid that the ghosts and fierce gods will hide when they see it, how can there be a reason to get up by themselves? ”

In a low laugh, it was probably the team that was ordering: "Let's take it easy, rest while you have time, rest for a while, I heard that the sage has issued an edict, until tomorrow, if you don't see the return of the Xuanjia army after the hour, you will move the army to search all the way back, and you people will be affected by the time." ”

When they heard that they might have to return to the place where they had earned their lives, they were a little frightened, so they shut up, unloaded their swords, quivers, and other things, and went back to the house.

The wind spirit retracted, hidden among the unfinished branches and leaves. The tree where she was hiding was tall and sturdy, for a hundred or two hundred years, and climbed a little further up the canopy, which had already risen above the tower.

She looked around, the main road outside the city was in front of her, unusually clear in the moonlight, and a little farther away, the bonfire of the Tang army camp flickered, stretching for several miles, reflecting half of the cliffs of the Helan Mountains in a dark red, fearlessly facing the towering mountains.

The wind spirit sat down on a thick branch high in the canopy, crossed his knees and stared at the avenue below, silently reciting the prayer for protection several more times in his heart. But what those people said just now disturbed her heart, and the scriptures could no longer be read slowly and silently, and as she read them, her mind ran away.

The sage had issued an edict to mobilize the army tomorrow, whether it was to find the Xuanjia army, or to grab Apoda and save face in front of the tribal elders, the wind spirit didn't care, she just wanted to follow the army to find the past, as if only she could sense where the flicker was and others could no longer be as urgent as her.

She leaned against the branch and made at least seven or eight statements that she could speak in front of the saints and go out with the army, but none of them could teach her to be satisfied, and she was so worried that she was bound by her hands and feet. According to her previous temperament, she must have gone without regard for it, and then turned back and thought about it, and she almost decided that this was the most straightforward and risky way to do it, but she couldn't resist the sleepiness that came from her head, and fell asleep with her back against the trunk of the tree.

The next morning, what woke her up was the movement of the room under the tree, and someone shouted in a rough voice: "The Xuanjia Army has returned, and it is back!" ”

The wind spirit opened his eyes suddenly, and the first thought in his head was that he was still in a dream, because he was too eager to return in peace, and he was half-asleep and half-awake to see that he was dreaming. She rolled her eyes, lifted her eyelids slightly, and the pure sunlight of the rising sun poured into her eyes, piercing her eyes a little.

Because of this sudden pain, she suddenly realized that this was not a dream, and she slept on the big locust tree for half the night, only to wake her up with someone shouting "The Xuanjia Army has returned".

"Quick! Come out and see! Someone rushed into the backyard and greeted the people in the yamen: "Captain Yandu is back." ”

Feng Ling's heart was emptied, there was a huge impact after the hollow, her body also shook, and she almost fell off the tree, she hurriedly reached out and grabbed a slightly thick branch, stabilized her body that couldn't help but tremble, and stood up from the thick stem while rubbing her numb legs, looking at the avenue outside the city.

Sure enough, there was a thick cloud of yellow dust, swept from the end of the avenue, she couldn't see the situation inside the yellow dust, as if she was also wrapped in heavy dust, she couldn't see, she couldn't hear, she couldn't breathe.

The wind spirit couldn't help but reach out and grab the hem of his chest tightly, holding back his breath, and focused all his attention on his ears, trying to hear the sound of horses' hooves that was far away and impossible to hear.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a horse jumped out of the yellow dust. Immediately, the Lang general, who was wrapped in Xuanjia, carried a horse lance on his back, controlled the horse in one hand, and carried some black objects in the other, and the tired, bloodstained, and torn robe could not hide the awe-inspiring slaughter he brought out.

The wind spirit stood among the branches and leaves, his eyes blurred with moisture, but the corners of his lips curled up in a beautiful arc, and his eyes enveloped him greedily, moving inch by inch with him. Behind him were hundreds of horsemen, and the dust that was kicked up, she could not see anything.

When he approached the city gate, Feng Ling saw clearly that the black thing he was carrying in his hand was actually a bloody human head, and the gray and black hair taught him to wrap around his wrist twice, and he dragged it tightly.

There were people in the city shouting loudly, and there were warriors clearing the way, listening to the movement, Feng Ling guessed that the saint came to the city gate to welcome the Xuanjia army, and she was not good to stay in the tree anymore. The people in the yamen all ran out to watch the excitement, and when they ran out one by one, and the backyard was silent again, the wind spirit slowly rubbed down from the tree.

When she went out from the backyard of the yafang, there was a great chaos in front of the door, and the guards on the left and right were busy driving people to both sides of the main road, and the wind spirit mixed in with the crowd of people who were crowded and blocked on the main road to visit. Her figure is already weak, and her dress and hair accessories are simple, blending in with the crowd and being inconspicuous.

She was in an excellent position, close to the city gate, she could see every step of the Xuanjia army into the city gate, the main road was also in front of her, and there were two rows of people in front of her, so that she could hear and see clearly, but also not expose people.

Before long, the main road went deep into the end of the city, and sure enough, there were people rushing to each side, separated on both sides, followed by two columns of inner supervisors to explore the road, and after confirming that the main road was clean, they stood beside the road with their hands down.

Not far away, you can already see the thin array, the flags are clustered, the drums are rumbling, and the wind spirit can't help but hide half a step back. Along the way from the inside to the outside of the city, some people cheered, and some knelt on the ground and shouted "Holy bow and ten thousand blessings".

The wind spirit secretly prayed that the few people standing in front of her would not kneel down and prostrate, and that they would shield her from the saint's sight. In the blink of an eye, the holy driver came near, and stopped less than ten paces away from her. Fortunately, the people in front of her were all military guards who were resting in turn, and they were accustomed to performing military salutes, not like ordinary people kneeling down to greet them, but they only bowed slightly, and they were still standing, and Feng Ling leaned out of his small body with peace of mind and peeked at the situation on the avenue in front of him.