The gloomy autumn, the cold autumn rain, the miserable autumn wind, even the air, seems to be filled with a kind of erosive taste, the autumn leaves are yellow, rippling in the cold wind, but finally they are completely submerged by the cold rain, one or two dull coughs, in the wind seems abrupt, the sound of confused footsteps, stepping on the slippery mountain road, leaving a wisp of blood.

The bitter fruit of failure often has to be tried in order to appreciate the taste, sour, bitter, and spicy...... And so on and so forth, so the emotions are surging like a tide, which cannot be described in words, but as a leader, everything needs to be borne by him alone.

Six hours, but he couldn't go far, he was too bitter, too tired, simply, there was a glimmer of hope to support him, he was not alone, he had a wife and children, but in this troubled world, it was not so much a harbor as a fatal weakness.

So many years. He hid his family affairs strictly, because he was afraid of being hit fatally, and since those who have achieved great things want to get it, they must learn to give it up for so many years. He had seen his children no more than ten times, and every time he saw them, their eyes were so strange.

No matter how much his mother persuaded him, they would not be close to him, such strangeness, for him, is an indescribable torture, at this moment, when the setback strikes, the only warm memories that can bring him are still jerky, perhaps the only bit of tenderness in his life is the woman standing behind the two children.

She is a mother and a wife, Feng Xi...... Her warmth is the only ray of sunshine for his affirmation, I remember the first time I met her, it was in Mobei, she was dressed in green clothes, with a long sword hanging from her waist, and a black gauze hat. But it was the glimpse in the wind and sand that made him unforgettable for those eyes.

It was a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon, it was this sharpness that pierced the strongest defense in his heart, just one glance, she captured him, and from then on, Jun Yixuan's life has one more woman named Fengxi, in the desert for half a year, maybe more than 20 years for him. The most carefree half a year.

For then they had nothing but one else in their eyes.

In six months, this famous 'red scorpion' became Jun Yixuan's pillow person, that is, on the wedding night, Jun Yixuan finally knew that the name of the red scorpion was Fengxi.

The 800 people under the 'Red Scorpion' have also become the capital of Dongjun's 'going it alone', so Jun Yixuan is very important to this woman. In addition to love, there is also this gratitude, if it weren't for meeting her, then I would always be a marionette of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and I met her to have a pair of wings that flew out of the cage.

This is very similar to the white phoenix of the past. But obviously, Jun Yixuan was much luckier than Bai Feng, because Feng Xi was by his side.

Looking up at the gray sky, a trace of blood actually overflowed from Jun Yixuan's lips. But his smile did not fade, and the streak of blood dripped into the yellow grass, and the dull red crushed the dead grass. Falling on the wet ground and disappearing into the dim cracks.

This night, Jun Yixuan paid a heavy price.

But he couldn't stop, not even a moment of pranayama was allowed, not because Yan Hong, not because he was like an arrow, but because Jun Yixuan had a feeling, a sharp intuition like a beast, and the danger had never been his own.

In the treetops, in the haystacks, in the jungle, everywhere, but I just don't know where.

This feeling, no! It should be said that this 'smell' Jun Yixuan has never 'smelled', Shi Lan is in his own hands, Yan Hong will not rush to chase after him, he and the imperial army have fought side by side in Mobei, if it is a person from the empire, then he will definitely notice it at the first time, it is not Yan Hong's person, not a person from Qin State, then who will it be?

A big question mark appeared in Jun Yixuan's mind, looked at the blood bell boy, looked at Wuhua, they all shook their heads slightly, obviously, everyone could feel this inexplicable threat, but they didn't know who they were.

The reason why Jun Yixuan slowed down was because he didn't want to face unknown dangers.

He understands very well that as long as Shi Lan is in his hands, Yan Hong will not embarrass himself at this time, and accordingly, as long as he is in Yan Hong's sphere of influence, the unknown people will not dare to rush out, because they are afraid that Yan Hong will stick a lever sideways, fishing in troubled waters is the best way, if Yan Hong sees Jun Yixuan being attacked, he will definitely take advantage of the chaos to save people.

The scuffle between the three forces is obviously not something that people hiding in the shadows want to see, so they choose to be silent.

However, no matter how much Jun Yixuan slows down his march, the road will always be finished, and after a stick of incense, he will completely get out of Yan Hong's sphere of influence, such a spacious 'three regardless area' is really an excellent place to kill people and sell goods, Jun Yixuan's heart can't help but rise.

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The skyscraper, inside the village without a trace.

Yan Hong and Duanmu Rong slowly walked in the rain, and the rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaved into a soft web, netting the entire autumn world.

The sky was also dark and dreary, like the web-covered roofs of old dwellings. The gray-white clouds piled up in the sky were like white powder peeling off the roof.

Under the shroud of the blue-gray roof, everything was unusually dull.

The green pomegranates, mulberry trees, and grapevines in the garden all represent the prosperity of the past summer, and now they have become the remains of old buildings, cowering in the sound of the rain, reminiscing about the glorious past.

The grass had turned a melancholy yellow, and there was not a single fresh flower to be found in the ground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the walls of the medicine garden hung their heads, with tears in their eyes, and sighed their thin lives there.

Only the osmanthus in the corner of the wall, the branches are already adorned with a few precious stamens as precious as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaf petals, revealing a little hope for the budding of new life.

The rain fell silently, with only a thin dripping sound. The orange house, like an old monk in a bright robe, hangs his head and closes his eyes, baptized by the rain.

The damp red bricks, the pungent color of pig blood, and the green laurel leaves under the walls are a strong contrast. Gray toads, jumping in the wet, moldy mud; At the bottom of the dreary net of the autumn rain, only it is the only thing that is full of pleasant vitality.

The gray-yellow motled pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky, creating a harmonious hue. It jumped and puffed, from the grass to the mud, splashing deep green.

The rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves into a soft web that nets the whole autumn world.

"What are you thinking?" Under the pale red oil-paper umbrella, Duanmu Rong and Yan Hong walked hand in hand, and Duanmu Rong asked softly.

"I'm wondering, Jun Yixuan can go back alive today."

The words were calm, but with a hint of sarcasm. (To be continued.) )