At the beginning of the heavy snowfall, the sun was shining, and in the Troubled Stone Valley forty miles southeast of Pengcheng, Xuanyuan Chen, Leng Junao and more than a dozen people sat on the ground, and nearly 800 cavalry were stationed in the nearby mountain col. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The midday sun dispels a bit of the chill and makes it not so chilly.

A cavalryman ran in from outside the mountain pass, and before anyone arrived, the voice was already heard in the wind: "The pursuers have returned!"

Xuanyuan Chen waved his arm and said loudly, "Explore again!" Although he knew that the pursuers should have given up, he still didn't dare to slack off, he was responsible for the eight hundred heroes around him.

When rushing out of Wanhualou to the south of the city, Xuanyuan Chen and others met Zuo Kui, who had been guarding the south gate, guarding this way out, and the defenders of Pengcheng did not know what was happening, and did not get the order of the county guard Wenshi Dao in time, and as a result, in the case of command failure, Xuanyuan Chen and other 800 people escaped from Pengcheng.

The remnants of the Northern Liang army plus the cavalry that Leng Junao broke through from Beishan, there were more than 2,500 people, and more than 1,000 of these people did not care whether their actions were considered rebellion against the imperial court after learning that Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao were in danger, and still firmly followed the two of them, which shows their loyalty and benevolence.

Although the rest of the people did not go to the rescue, Xuanyuan Chen did not hold a grudge against them.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't force them.

It is impossible for Xuanyuan Chen to let everyone accompany him on a bleak road of no return.

The cavalry who reported the news once again galloped towards the mountain pass, everyone knew that the pursuers were retreating, and their hearts were a little calm, Xuanyuan Chen's solemn expression was also slightly relieved, and he lit a bonfire with his own hands, and asked while keeping warm: "Knife, do you know who gave you a warning?"

The reason why the remnants of Beiliang were able to rush to Wanhualou in time and rescue Xuanyuan Chen, who was in danger, was because someone sent them a message informing them that Xuanyuan Chen was in danger in Wanhualou.

Xuanyuan Chen had already learned this on the way to escape, but he didn't have time to ask in detail when there were chasing soldiers behind, and when he heard Xuanyuan Chen ask, Wan Xiaodao took out a piece of white cloth from his arms, handed it over and said: "Lord Wang, someone left it outside our camp, as for who left it and what it looks like, we don't know."

Xuanyuan Chen took the white cloth, and under the light of the bonfire, the five bright red characters on it, "The King of Beiliang is in Trouble", were particularly conspicuous.

Wan Xiaodao said again: "The person who left the book knocked out the two guards at the gate of the camp, and when the guards woke up, they had no impression, and both said that they felt a pain in the back of their heads, and then they lost consciousness."

Xuanyuan Chen pondered for a moment and said, "To be able to stun the two without any movement, the other party should be extremely strong." As he spoke, he put the white cloth in Leng Junao's hand.

Leng Junao just glanced at it, and handed back the white cloth to Xuanyuan Chen, who seemed to have little interest, but said on his lips: "The words on the cloth are sharp, vigorous and powerful, and they have not been immersed in calligraphy for more than ten years, and they will definitely not reach this realm."

Zuo Kui, who was tinkering with a few pheasants, leaned over and said in surprise: "If you say that, wouldn't the person who kept the book be both civil and military!" Zuo Kui is a vulgar military man, he doesn't know a few big characters, but I don't know if he has been eager to read since he was a child, but he can't read it, he admires learned people very much, not to mention that he is still a man of both civil and military affairs.

Xuanyuan Chen put away the white cloth, and the identity of the person who left the book was not answered for the time being, but a figure kept appearing in his mind.

That person is elegant and dignified, stroking the guqin, although he has not seen a shot, but his martial arts must be extraordinary, and he is facing the characteristics of the humanities and martial arts who left the book.

Leng Junao didn't know if he also thought of that person, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is late at night.

Surrounded by mountains, Xuanyuan Chen decided to recuperate here for a night, he and his soldiers are all cavalry, and the early warning rangers are arranged ten miles away, and there is a ranger reconnaissance every three miles, even if Nangong Qianyue's Longwu army or Pengcheng defenders chase after them, they can evacuate at any time.

And Xuanyuan Chen didn't think that Nangong Qianyue would dare to chase and kill!

In Pengcheng Wanhualou, Nangong Qianyue can blame Xuanyuan Chen's death on Wanyan Puzhe, after all, as long as Xuanyuan Chen dies, in addition to Nangong Qianyue's cronies, there are only a few dancers and musicians present, and it is easy to kill and extinguish the mouth, as for Pengcheng County's Shouwen Shidao, if he wants to protect himself, he must show loyalty to the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and naturally he will not confide the truth to the outside world.

However, the Chaotic Stone Valley is not Wanhualou, Nangong Qianyue sent troops to pursue, and there was inevitably a vicious battle with the remnants of Beiliang, and Wanyan Puzhe's tribal army was wiped out outside Pengcheng by the Longwu army, Nangong Qianyue had no object if he wanted to blame, and once the situation developed, it was likely to be difficult to control.

Therefore, unless assassination and assassination are used, Nangong Qianyue will not dare to hunt down Xuanyuan Chen openly.

And from this point of view, Xuanyuan Chen is actually safe.

But this security is in the hands of others, Xuanyuan Chen can hide once, but may not be able to hide a second time, so he must find a way out, a way out that can get rid of the shackles of the imperial court.

The wind blew and the bonfire swayed, reflecting Xuanyuan Chen's flickering eyes.

Wan Xiaodao looked at Xuanyuan Chen, after several trials and tribulations, his mind can be called tough as iron, but at this time, his expression was a little confused, and he asked out loud: "Lord Wang, what are we going to do next?"

Xuanyuan Chen withdrew his gaze from the firelight, looked at the night sky without a single star, and said with an abrupt smile without warning: "Little knife, what do you say we are now?"

Wan Xiaodao was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer for a while.

More than 1,000 remnants of the Northern Liang army stormed Pengcheng and fought with the Longwu army, this act was undoubtedly a rebellion, but Nangong Qianyue would not admit that it was the remnants of the Northern Liang army who rescued Xuanyuan Chen, and he would deny everything that happened in Wanhualou.

In this way, the more than 1,000 remnants of the Beiliang army around Xuanyuan Chen are not rebels, they are still a veritable Han border army, a heroic army that should be admired.

But if they return to the embrace of the Han Dynasty now, what will be the end waiting for these people?

I am afraid that it will be all kinds of vicious persecution, and at the same time, it will also be persecution that leaves no trace.

Therefore, Xuanyuan Chen and the others can nominally walk in the sun, but in fact they have to hide in the shadows, and he and his remnants of Beiliang must forget their former identities.

In other words, from the time they escaped from Pengcheng, the official Beiliang Army of the Han Dynasty would cease to exist.

At the same time, a new Beiliang Army was born.

A clear look flashed in Xuanyuan Chen's eyes, he looked at Wan Xiaodao, as well as Leng Junao, Zuo Kui and other major generals around the bonfire, and said slowly: "If we want to gain a firm foothold, we must find a place that the imperial court can't manage."

Leng Junao picked up a dry firewood and threw it into the bonfire, the firelight "swished", his indifferent eyes as ice rippled, but his voice was still as calm as stopping water: "The Han Dynasty has a territory of thousands of miles, and there are many places that the imperial court can't control, but in our current situation, I'm afraid there is only one suitable place to go."

As he spoke, Leng Junao and Xuanyuan Chen glanced at each other, and said in unison: "Jiannan Dao!"

The Han Empire was full of wolves, and many places were in turmoil, among which Jiannan Dao was the most chaotic, so that the imperial court had to send Nangong Qianyue's Longwu army to pacify it.

Behind the extreme chaos of Jiannan Dao, it is confirmed that this land has gradually gotten rid of the control of the Han court, so Jiannan Dao obviously meets the conditions for Xuanyuan Chen to choose where to go.

Chaos represents a crisis, and in addition to danger, there are opportunities in a crisis.

Jiannan Dao is the opportunity for the remnants of the Northern Liang army under Xuanyuan Chen, and as for how far this opportunity can guide them, it is not a matter of considering now.

Regarding the meaning of Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao, Wan Xiaodao, who was extremely loyal to Xuanyuan Chen, naturally had no opinion, and Zuo Kui and the others even agreed, for them, as long as there were horses, arrows, and knives, there would be no problem where they went.

After the road ahead was decided, everyone dispersed to rest, but Leng Junao did not leave.

The night is lonely, and the breeze is cold. A gust of mountain wind blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed, like ghosts and ghosts dancing their claws.

Leng Junao threw another piece of dry wood into the bonfire, and in the green smoke, he said softly: "Your mother and sister are still in the hands of Nangong Qianyue, aren't you worried?"

Xuanyuan Chen looked at the fire, the jumping flames were like his trembling heart at the moment, as a son and an elder brother, how could he not worry about his mother and sister.

Outsiders are emperors, and there is no family affection in the family.

But Xuanyuan Chen is not an iron-blooded monarch, but a man of flesh and blood, he has love, he has affection, and everything he does is for his family.

This is eternal even if the heavens and the earth are broken.

However, the reality separated Xuanyuan Chen from his family, he didn't want to face it, but he had to face it, hearing Leng Junao's question, he was silent for a long time before his lips moved slightly: "They will be fine, whether it is Nangong Qianyue or the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, they dare not hurt them for no reason."

He was right, but he seemed to be comforting himself.

Leng Junao stood up, his indifferent face suddenly became serious, and he said in a solemn tone: "The better you live, the safer your family will be!" With that, he turned around and strode away.

A smile appeared at the corner of Xuanyuan Chen's mouth, he understood the meaning of Leng Jun's arrogant words, the better the so-called life, it means that the stronger his own strength, the greater the influence on the Han court.

In this way, the Han Dynasty did not dare to easily disadvantage Xuanyuan Chen's family.

Throughout the ages, there is a truth that remains the same, that is, the weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected.

If Xuanyuan Chen wants to protect the things he cherishes, he must become stronger!

In the dark night, a little light suddenly flashed, and I saw a star appear in the southeast direction.

Xuanyuan Chen looked up, and suddenly realized something, and pulled out the war knife with a "brush", the sword was dazzling, reflecting the same light as the starlight, as if it was connected into a line between heaven and earth.

The stars faded away, as if drifting away into the distance, and at the same time tugging at the line on the sword.

The line is drawn to the southeast, and the southeast is the direction of Jiannan Road!

In the dark, there seems to be a destiny.

Xuanyuan Chen looked at the stars moving to the southeast, his eyes became extremely deep, he remembered Borjueluo, remembered the person who played the piano in the wine shop, and the strange eight-character proverb......

Maybe everything is destiny!