The snow is falling slightly, and this winter seems to be getting extra long.

Whether it is for the Ye Dynasty or the Tidi people, it is the same long.

These two countries are at war, and it is natural that they live at the bottom of the world.

To the north of the Ye Dynasty, it is the land of the king of Beichang, and on the border of this vassal land, there has always been an inn.

"A pot of spring grass?"

Fan Di and Lu Jue rode horses for an afternoon and finally arrived at this destination.

Fan Di looked up after dismounting, not feeling shocked in his heart.

After all, when he followed Xiao Han, it was already Xiao Han who returned to Beijing, and after the Lu family was killed, he didn't know much about the land of Northern Xinjiang.

As Fan Di looked at it, the cliff on the left side was covered with snow like a dome, and the mountain wall was hung with the crystal after the ice and snow melted slightly, like the crystal of the Heavenly Palace hanging upside down as a curtain.

Under the cliff, a five-story octagonal building resembling a Kyoto restaurant stands out from the crowd.

The craftsmanship looks a little bit like the previous dynasty, and I don't know what kind of wood it is made of, and some of it is blackened not far away, and there is still a blue light of ice and snow around it.

On the side of the restaurant, a crescent moon lake slightly rises with white mist, which is actually made by a hot spring.

"What a chic place!"

Fan Di couldn't help but sigh softly, and then subconsciously looked at Lu Jue, only to find that the young general in front of him looked at the attic without showing a trace of shock, but instead revealing a kind of remembrance.

Remember? Yes, exactly remembrance.

Fan Di couldn't help but look at it twice, confirming that he was right.

"Let's go, maybe the answer we're looking for is here."

Lu Jue smiled slightly, and led the horse along a swept ice road to the Chuncao Restaurant.

"The general has been here?"

The path should have been made by the people of the restaurant themselves, it was very narrow, only enough for one person and one horse to go forward, but it was very much in line with the style of the restaurant.

Fan Di led the horse and followed behind Lu Jue, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but ask.

The current Lu Jue has already completely erased the memory of age in Fan Di's heart, and he has been deeply branded with the seal of a general.

Therefore, at this moment, Fan Di's tone couldn't help but become a lot of respect without him noticing.

"When I was young, I came a few times with my father, but now I haven't been here for a long time, and I can't imagine it's still there."

Lu Jue sighed in a clear tone while walking slowly, and suddenly the whole picture looked a little strange.

Originally, the two of them, one old and one young, were constantly reminiscing, and the older ones were listening.

"Now in such a chaotic situation, this restaurant can still stand here so calmly, doesn't the owner behind it have a lot of ability?"

Fan Di thought that along the way, the two of them had skipped the two cities that had been captured by the Tidi tribe, which means that the location of this inn was already considered Tidi's territory, but the Tidi tribe did not destroy this place.

In the blink of an eye, Fan Di felt that something was wrong, if this inn had not been destroyed until now, wouldn't it mean that the owner of this inn also had dealings with the Tidi tribe?

Thinking of this, Fan Di hurriedly felt a shock in his heart, and the soles of his feet stopped unconsciously.

Lu Jue heard Fan Di ask, and then heard the footsteps stopped behind him, and naturally knew his concerns, so he turned around and looked at Fan Di with those clear eyes, and explained in a non-wavering tone.

"Don't worry, there are some things in this world that are not so clearly divided, and some things are not the division you and I think."

Fan Di is also a person who has lived for half his life, and when he heard Lu Jue say this, his heart lit up and he couldn't help laughing at himself, and then followed Lu Jue to the door of the restaurant.

... ...

Faced with this stalemate, the Red Lotus Sect members in the entire slum area have also surrounded them one after another.

Wei Nanqi frowned, and suddenly didn't know what to do.

"You're from the palace."

A gruff voice rang out from the crowd, and the crowd made way for the voice.

Wei Nanqi and Gu Naluo looked for prestige and saw a burly middle-aged man with dark skin and a bare head with a thick beard.

Obviously, this person was the leader of this group of cultists, and everyone who had moved out of the way all bowed to the middle-aged man.

"Who are you?"

Wei Nanqi did not deny or agree, but asked the other party, and at the same time stared at the person in front of him tightly, thinking about something repeatedly in his mind.

Regarding the case of the Red Lotus Sect, Wei Nanqi searched almost the entire Dali Temple and the Criminal Department, various files over the years, and various portraits of people in Kyoto.

After thinking for a while, Wei Nanqi was surprised to find that this bearded man was not in the information.

"Me? I'm just an outcast. ”

The bearded man seemed to be self-deprecating, but an inexplicable resentment appeared in his eyes, as if the identities of the two people who came out of the palace in front of him caused him great anger.

"Don't resist, you two, the holy woman wants to see you, and go with us honestly, so that you don't suffer."

Hearing the bearded man mention the saintess, Wei Nanqi was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked around, and vaguely felt that there was someone in the attic on the second floor of the courtyard who did not want to come out, and it should be the saint.

"Are we going?"

Seeing that Wei Nanqi didn't speak, Gu Naluo asked softly.

Wei Nanqi heard Gu Naluo's inquiry, smiled helplessly, and replied.

"What if you don't go? Your abilities are erratic, and besides, you can't poison all the people here with Gu magic. ”

Wei Nanqi looked around, there were thousands of believers, these people were just poor and helpless, deceived and suffering people, Wei Nanqi was absolutely unwilling to hurt the innocent.

"Okay, let's go with you."

Seeing that Wei Nanqi nodded in agreement very cooperatively, this bearded man couldn't help but split the corners of his mouth, and his eyes remained unchanged, which made this smile look extraordinarily infiltrating.

Then, with the wave of the bearded man, two people came from behind him, wearing masks and putting them directly on the heads of Gu Naluo and Wei Nanqi.

After setting it up, the bearded man's rough voice with some smug accents opened his mouth to explain.

"Sir, don't get me wrong, the face of the saint is not something that you foreign cultivators can watch at will."

In desperation, the two of them are now someone else's fish on the board, even if Wei Nanqi and Gu Naluo want to resist, there is no chance.

Not far away, the holy woman on the second floor of the courtyard saw Wei Nanqi and the others who had given up resistance, and her thin and shallow lips covered under the hazy veil showed a slight smile, and then she turned around and walked down the attic and went to the front hall of worship.