The snow fell, the weather was cold, and the night passed, the sky was still dark, and there seemed to be endless dust fluttering in the air. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xuanyuan Chen returned to the barracks, he should have been preoccupied this night, but maybe it was the relationship between the extremes and the opposite, in fact, he seemed to have forgotten all his troubles and slept very peacefully on the cold and hard marching bed.

There is no thought or worry, only dreams.

Xuanyuan Chen is not an open-minded person, and the situation he encountered at this time cannot make him open-minded, but what can he do?

In addition to comforting himself with the phrase "soldiers will block, water will cover the earth", he found that he couldn't do anything, and even ended up being reduced to a chess piece, at the mercy of others.

Some are helpless, some are hesitant......

He woke up, standing alone in the military tent, looking at the dim candle flame, for some reason, his eyes suddenly showed a strange color, but the strangeness was like a spark in the lamplight, fleeting.

Is there really a destiny?

Xuanyuan Chen didn't believe it, but if there was no Mandate of Heaven, why would he still be alive, or how could he travel to this world when death came?

I am afraid that there will never be an answer to the unanswered questions......

At this time, the curtain was lifted, and Leng Junao walked in, he still looked indifferent as ice, but there was a hint of deep thought in his eyes, and as soon as he entered the account, he said: "The general sent someone to invite you into the city." He hesitated for a moment and added, "The Tianshui County Guard arrived in Pengcheng before dawn."

Xuanyuan Chen nodded slightly, and said expressionlessly: "This king is going to enter the city, and he can discuss with the general about the placement of soldiers and horses under your command."

Leng Junao asked, "He still wants to enter the city?" His question was simple, but profound.

Xuanyuan Chen didn't answer immediately, but still looked at the dim candle flame in the tent, which was so quiet that the heartbeat seemed to be audible. Suddenly, there was a soft "pop", and the wick seemed to burst, but it sounded as thrilling as a thunderbolt.

After a long time, Xuanyuan Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a cold face: "It hasn't happened yet, so I don't know what will happen, and I'm ...... You have to face it. ”

Leng Junao's face was solemn, and after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "I'll go with you!"

Xuanyuan Chen was still looking at the candle flame, and he didn't seem to care too much about Leng Junao's words, but he already had a smile on his face, and with a look of relief in his smile, he said, "Okay, let's go together."

After speaking, Xuanyuan Chen turned to look at Leng Junao, who also had a smile in his eyes.

Sometimes, friendship between people doesn't take time to build, just meet the right person, someone you can trust.

The sky is getting brighter, but Pengcheng Long Street is still extremely bleak.

Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao walked side by side, and unconsciously came to the wine shop last night.

The unfathomable person playing the piano was no longer in the wine shop, and when Xuanyuan Chen passed by, a trace of illusion flashed in his mind, as if what happened in the wine shop last night did not exist, and both people and things were illusory.

It's a pity that Leng Junao's words interrupted Xuanyuan Chen's conjecture: "Are you still thinking about the person who played the piano last night?"

Xuanyuan Chen didn't answer, and seemed unwilling to talk about last night's events, but he involuntarily walked into the wine shop, obviously unable to let go of his heart.

In the wine shop, there is no longer the aroma of wine, replaced by the smell of wheat, it turns out that the wine shop has become a dim sum shop at this time, selling steamed buns and noodles.

In the morning light, an old man bowed down and greeted Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao enthusiastically: "The two guest officers are here again, please sit down, do you want to eat a bowl of noodle soup, our noodle soup here is a must."

Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao didn't eat when they got up early in the morning, and they were indeed a little hungry in their stomachs, so they each ordered a bowl of noodles, plus two small plates of cold dishes prepared by the shopkeeper himself.

A large pot is boiling in it, the old man cut the finger-wide noodles, and after a while, he scoops them up, steaming, plus a spoonful of large bone broth that has been boiled for a long time, a pinch of chopped green onions and a few drops of sesame oil, and the tangy fragrance can immediately arouse the cravings in people's stomachs.

I don't know if it's too fragrant, but two people outside seem to be attracted by the fragrance of noodles, and after stopping outside the wine shop for a while, they walked in one after another and ordered a bowl of noodles each.

The old man's noodles are not only fragrant, but also full of portions, but Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao are both from military backgrounds, and they don't know how to chew and swallow slowly when eating, and they ate the noodles in the bowl after a while.

However, for some reason, Xuanyuan Chen, who had finished eating noodles, suddenly sighed, and Leng Junao, who was sitting opposite him, did the same, and a sigh came out of his mouth.

Xuanyuan Chen's face showed a bit of mockery, and he laughed softly: "I didn't expect that someone would be so anxious and so blatant."

Leng Junao also smiled and said lightly: "In the eyes of others, you are just a puppet prince, so naturally you have less worries and more arrogance." As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and murderous intent flashed.

Xuanyuan Chen nodded, looking quite lonely: "So that's ......"

Suddenly, the exclamation of the old man in the wine shop appeared behind the two, Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Jun turned around proudly, and found that the two guests who came in behind rushed towards them, both holding long knives with cold light in their hands!

There are killers!

Faced with the appearance of the killer, Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao's faces did not change much, as if they had known it for a long time.

And they do know, that's why they sigh.

The killer actually noticed a trace of something strange from the conversation between Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao after eating, and he was shocked and immediately chose to make a move.

They rushed out three steps, their feet suddenly accelerated, and their knives flew in, striking Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao on the left and right, and the cold sword light reflected a strange light in the morning mist.

The long knives held by the two killers have silver trim on the handle, and although it is not known what the silver trim is, the two knives are decorated with the same decoration, which shows that these two knives are standard weapons.

The Han Empire was still martial, and the imperial court did not prohibit the common people from holding weapons, but standard weapons were not available to ordinary people, and only the official army would equip them.

Therefore, it is likely that the two people in the liquor store are military personnel, and how can soldiers easily leave the barracks and walk on the street, which seems too unusual.

After Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao noticed it, they already realized the problem in their hearts, and the result was just as they imagined, the soldier became a killer, and the target was them.

As for who instructed the killer, Xuanyuan Chen didn't want to think about it.

Now, he just wants to kill people! It is used to vent the boredom of the heart!

It's just that Xuanyuan Chen hasn't had time to draw his sword, and someone has already drawn his sword.

As soon as the sword came out, Xuanyuan Chen sighed again, he knew that he might not have a chance to kill.

Because it was Leng Junao who made the sword!

The sound of the sword was sonorous, like the sound of a phoenix for nine days, but it could not hide the light of the sword itself. There is a light blooming, clear and graceful, like a starlight twinkling.

The light of the sword seems to be soft, and at first glance, it is like a hibiscus out of the water, but even if the brilliance blooms, it can't hide the cold light of the sword itself.

The blade of the sword stands like a wall, majestic and sinister. The tip of the sword is like a star hanging down from the sky, and it is brilliant.

Leng Junao drew his sword and took out his sword, his movements were like flowing water.

In an instant, a sword stabbed in front of the two killers.

That's right, it's two, Leng Jun's proud stab is obviously a sword, but there are two sword shadows in the air, both of which are like substance.

His sword move, a double sword!

This is undoubtedly a sharp, ruthless, and even noble and luxurious sword. There are seven points of swordsmanship in ten points of power, and three points of swordsmanship are in the glory of the sword itself.

Because that sword was originally an ancient sword, called Ning Bing, it was one of the top ten famous swords in the world, and it was the last famous sword made by a generation of sword-casting master Beitang Jizong.

The famous sword is out, and the master is gone.

As soon as the famous sword came out, although it extracted the essence of heaven and earth, it was extravagant, but it also carried the killing intent of heaven and earth, and it was bloody.

Leng Junao condensed his breath, as if he used the strength of his whole body to stab out a sword.

The two killers looked horrified, they knew they couldn't stop the sword.

Suddenly, the storm arose.

I only heard the roar of the war knife out of the sheath, and it was Xuanyuan Chen who drew the knife.

Xuanyuan Chen drew his knife and slashed out, not slashing at the two killers, but slashing behind him with a backhand......