Dressed in a red robe, the white fox fur on his neck resisted the intrusion of the cold. Holding a gilded bronze carved stove in both hands, he stood in front of the stone steps in front of the door of the painting, leaving not deep or shallow footprints, perhaps the deep imprints were just stepped on, saying that the shallow footprints were covered with a veil when the snow fell on the sky.

Looking up at the dense gray snowflakes of the sky falling on his forehead, he only stopped for half a second, stepped on the stone steps covered with thin snow, and walked towards the picturesque gate in front of him, and the lantern hanging in front of the gate saw that the air was so cold and deep, and the dim fire was about to be extinguished and fall asleep.

A cold wind blew, the snowflakes on the ground flew wildly, the red robe draped over his shoulders was slightly folded, looking at the body in the room swaying under the light like day, the eyes of the solemn face like black dazzling pupils were like cold stars in the night, and the red ears listened to the crisp sound of the soles of the feet stepping on a layer of snow.

"Crape myrtle comes out of the south city, and the north city is now empty mountain, called the mountain is not the thirteen sons of the mountain, and the ten directions under the sky are chaotic, and the wind is surging. ”

A few people's ears turned from outside the house, with a hint of low mockery, with a ghost from the abyss, only to see a young man gradually walking towards the house from the bluestone slab of the courtyard in the snow, and hurriedly stepped forward behind him with a flattering and spirit-like gaze, and put the red coat on the young man's shawl on his hands.

The young man played with the gilded bronze carved warm pot in his hand, and under the light of a hundred lights, Yang Kongshan and several people in the house saw the appearance of the young man. The contours of his face like a knife, a pair of slender peach blossom eyes hidden under a pair of sword eyebrows, a faint kingly aura, and the most impressive thing is the smile that ignores anyone between his mouths.

Patting the snow that fell on his sleeves, he gave the stove in his hand to Zhao Yong behind him, and saluted to a few people in front of him.

At this time, the young man appeared, and the wine glass that Yang Kongshan put in his hand was suddenly crushed by him, and the young man's eyes were quite similar to that woman. frowned, in the words that came out of the young man's mouth, the crape myrtle disaster refers to the double crape myrtle, and there is a disaster crape myrtle related to a woman.

Looking at Dugu Sheng, who had not seen him for many years but suddenly appeared in front of him Yang Kongshan, he hid in the corner and wore the iron cavalry armor of the Baili family. In addition, the second son of the Li family, who was under house arrest in Luoyi City, quietly appeared in Jiangcheng together, sighed in his heart, and his eyes seemed to be like a pool of tranquil water.

Ten directions are so big that it is difficult to have a foothold.

"Smack!"

When the boy appeared inside the house, a crisp and shattering sound rang out.

Nangong Shushi, who was sitting on the edge of the long table, smashed the wine jar in his hand suddenly, and the wine in the jar splashed and spilled all over the ground.

A cold light flashed from his eyes, and the rusty Mo knife suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and on the Mo knife in his hand, with the passage of time, the broken patterns were covered with many tiny fractures, which were clearly visible.

Nangong Shushi sprayed the wine in his mouth on the rusty Mo knife, flashing with golden light, holding it in the palm of his hand and pointing straight at the sky, a sneer appeared on his mouth, and suddenly fell across the void and went towards Lin Yan beside him.

The Mo knife that pointed directly at Lin Yan like a cold mang, like a poisonous fang, bit Lin Yan's throat to death, slid it gently, and saw blood flow three feet in an instant. At this time, warm blood flowed from a trace on Lin Yan's face, dripped on the Mo knife under Lin Yan's throat, and slowly flowed on the back of Nangong Shushi's hand.

"Brother Nangong, you are drunk, why do you want to pour your anger on Brother Lin Yan, it's a pity for this wine. Baili Luoran put his fingers together and the aura surged his fingertips, and when Baili Luoran landed his fingers on the knife, he was pulled by Yang Kongshan behind him, and he was sweating behind him, and looked back at Yang Kongshan with a solemn face.

Yang Kongshan flicked his fingers, the knife in Nangong Shushi's hand trembled violently, and a piercing sound spread out in all directions, and Nangong Shushi's pupils at this time were like a bright moon, he glanced at the Mo knife in his hand, and then put his eyes on Lin Yan in front of him, and closed his eyes with a long sigh.

The stove in Zhao Yong's hand, not far away, suddenly went out, and a faint evil gaze flashed.

And when Nangong Shushi saw the scar on Lin Yan's face, the rich aura between the palms of his hands suddenly turned, and the Mo knife in his hand pointed towards the sky, turning into a green dragon soaring into the sky, a hissing sound tore through the void and went towards the sky, the roof of the pavilion was impacted by a wave of imposing rainbow ripples, and a beam of cyan light rushed out from the picturesque light under the green mountain peak and disappeared into the dark night above.

The cold wind howled, bringing a gust of wind to sweep away, several people's clothes fluttering, inky hair flying in the air, but the long table where Yang Kongshan was still not moving, and the source qi in the body of the remaining few people surged into a microwave flow barrier in front of them.

After a moment of rest, after everything returned to tranquility, the messy room shook the heart, the snow under the sky fell slowly, and the Mo knife in Nangong Shushi's hand was broken into two, and the Mo knife with a handle on the lower body was directly inserted into the bluestone slab, and a deep crack spread around the Mo knife.

Bai Xue dyed Nangong Shushi's messy hair white, and a few drops of bright red blood fell from the mouth of Nangong Shushi who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were scattered, the clothes on his arms were shattered, and a cold wind blew, and the broken clothes were blown to some point.

"It's hard to remember the year, only to see that the peach blossoms turned into white frost this year, all like thin paper, I don't know that the world is like a new chess game, Mo Dao is good in spring, and it is cold in March and April. Nangong Shushi laughed at himself.

Immediately, he looked at the Mo knife in front of him, which had been broken in two, and said in a low voice: "Since you have abandoned the grace of knowing in his heart, you will not forget the time when you talked about wine." In order to be obsessed with the prophecy that the founding spirit did not exist, my Nangong Shushi would rather destroy the source spirit tonight than conspire with the tiger to disturb the peace of these short decades. ”

A cough sounded, and a few mouthfuls of blood were spit out in his mouth, dyeing the snow in front of him with a small blood-red flower, and his pale face recalled the picture of the past.

Lin Yan looked at Nangong Shushi who was kneeling on the ground, and sighed helplessly, no matter how many years have passed, Nangong Shushi in his heart has never been able to change the cynicism of the past, as well as today's pedantic and inflexible flexibility, walking in front of Nangong Shushi and helping Nangong Shushi up, his palm saw that the aura was overflowing and pasted towards Nangong Shushi's source spirit.

A ray of light suddenly erupted from the palm of his hand, and a jade pendant suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Immediately stretched out his hand in the air, and the jade pendant hanging on the palm of his hand vaguely saw thirteen points of light surrounding the jade pendant, surging the source qi into a circle of light to envelop the thirteen points of light, and then it was dim.

A sharp light looked at Dugu Sheng, and then looked at Zhao Yong behind the young man with a chilling gaze hanging in his heart, and when Zhao Yong saw Lin Yan's murderous eyes, he swallowed a mouthful of phlegm deeply, shuddered behind his back, and hurriedly hid the stove in his hand behind his back.

Seeing that Zhao Yong sneered in his heart like a rat, he threw the jade pendant in his hand towards Dugu Sheng, and the jade pendant crossed a ripple in the air, and it instantly fell into Dugu Sheng's hand. And Dugu Sheng looked at the jade pendant in his hand in an instant, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. With a dim light, it gradually devoured Yu Pei and sneered: "Brother Nangong and Brother Lin Yan are in this picturesque pretense! ”

The snow was white under the dark night, and Dugusheng's wild laughter was so harsh.

And Li Chen, who was in the corner, saw Zhao Yong behind him shivering so much, and he knew that the light voice had fallen into the magic barrier and disturbed his mind before, and an anger appeared in his eyes towards Zhao Yong.

Immediately, Dugu Sheng hid the jade pendant in his hand in the source sea, his eyes were full of thick anger, and he shot towards Yang Kongshan, who had destroyed everyone and fallen into the demon barrier: "Brother Kongshan is still as calm as before, it seems that I still underestimate you." ”

With a gentle sigh, Yang Kongshan, who was standing with his hands in his hands, saw Dugu Sheng who was cold-eyed and mocking, and his heart was like the moonlight under the quiet night, sprinkling infinite clear light, just raised his eyes and looked at Li Chenxian, who was quiet in the corner, and said softly: "Gongzi Chenxian came to my Yang Kongshan in person, not only for the sake of jade pendant!"

Just when Yang Kongshan wondered what Li Chen's purpose was in Jiangcheng now, the smoke from burning not far above drifted from all over Jiangcheng. Years later, the people of Jiangcheng still turn the cry in the snow into a nightmare and cry in the middle of the night.

At this time, Yang Kongshan saw that the atmosphere passed by, turning into a long rainbow volleying under the dark night, the raging fire was devouring different places in Jiangcheng like a ghost, and there was some kind of connection between different places, and the miserable screams under the fire disappeared in a moment under the cold-blooded knife.

The burning flames illuminated Jiangcheng clearly, and the long street avenue was dressed in different armor under the spray of blood, and many bodies fell in a pool of blood, and those bright red blood flowed in Wanxi, which would be dyed into a red blood river.

Li Chenxian in the house looked at the few people in the house coldly, and a gust of wind with the smell of blood hit, and he picked up the stove in his hand.

"Jiangcheng is about to be rewritten tonight, no! it should be night!" Li Chenxian said indifferently, and then looked out the window to the west.

In the dark night, the snow falling was getting deeper and deeper, Li Chen was now wearing a red robe, a cold light flashed, and a sword in the chest of the lonely sheng pierced through his heart, and then fell on the snow.

Dugu Sheng, who had not yet reacted to a wild laugh, looked down at the sword body on his chest, with blood in his mouth, and fell sideways in the snow, and in a short time, a pool of thick black blood flowed out of his chest.

A young man covered his face with a black scarf walked out of the darkness, a hideous smile appeared on his face under the red armor and black scarf, there was a cold light in the corner of his eyes, and the unfamiliar aura was like a knife light, looking at Dugu Sheng who fell in a pool of blood, and pulled out the sword that was straight into his chest from his back, and the silky feeling of friction between metal and flesh under the cut made the weird smile on the young man's face obviously thicken.

The eye waves flowed, black as a deep pool, the sword in his hand swirled in the air, and Dugu Sheng's head lying in a pool of blood was cut off, and the young man walked over to Dugu Sheng, who was separated from his head, and grabbed the head.

Looking at the silhouette that was somewhat similar to him, from the pair of pupils of the head, the young man's indifferent face was clearly reflected, and then the palm of his hand turned into a whirlpool, and the jade pendant on Dugu Sheng's body appeared in the young man's palm again.

After putting the jade pendant in the palm of his hand into his arms, he carried Dugu Sheng's head and nodded slightly before Li Chen appeared, and then left towards the darkness, under the gray and hazy night, the snow on the ground left deep red footprints.

Lin Yan supported Nangong Shushi, whose face was pale, and looked at Dugu Sheng, who was lying on the snow with his head cut off, his eyes were filled with a helpless sigh, if he wasn't tired of strife and Mingzhe made an agreement with that Li Chenxian, otherwise he would have been in a different place like Dugu Sheng before he came to Jiangcheng.

After walking to the corner of the house, he leaned the weak Nangong Shushi against the pillar, took out the milky white jade bottle on his waist, and a few pills flowed out from the depths of the bottle mouth and landed in his palm. There was a trace of rich and sufficient aura between the palms of his hands, and he saw Lin Yan push his palm out and touch it at Nangong's heart.

Between the naked eyes, I saw that the white light melted into Nangong Shushi's body, and the warm current flowed all over the body, and after a breath, Nangong Shushi's pale face regained some blood.

Nangong Shushi's eyes drooped slightly, looked at the body of Dugu Sheng in the pool of blood, and sighed slightly.

And between the bright eyes of Baili Luoran, a light passed slightly, the cold wind blew, and a spear suddenly appeared in his hand and walked towards Lin Yan and the others, the spear in his hand gradually burned a red flame, and the snowflakes that fell from the sky like ink suddenly evaporated before they got close to the spear.

As the chill in Baili Luoran's pupils approached, Lin Yan's body that was about to get up by Nangong Shushi's side was pulled by Nangong Shushi, and he calmly whispered to Lin Yan, who turned his body to look at him, and said: "This is what my Nangong owes him Baili Luoran, Brother Lin Yan should not hurt his former affection for me, besides, Xiao'er's niece will still be his nephew and daughter-in-law in the future." ”

When Baili Luoran walked in front of Nangong Shushi with the spear in his hand, the pair of pupils under the messy hair closed his eyelids. Immediately, a white arc was crossed, and a hissing sound sounded, and his legs were cut open, and red blood dripped from the tip of the spear in Baili Luoran's hand to the ground.

Nangong Shushi forcibly resisted the heart-rending pain from his knees, the beads of sweat on his forehead suddenly rained, and the clothes behind his back soaked his whole body, and then Baili Luoran dropped the spear in his hand behind his back and left, leaving a sentence: "Since Brother Lin Yan is for your Nangong and your cheap life, I would rather sacrifice Dayan to ride north to Shun Meigu to ensure the continuation of your Lin family's bloodline." It was a little shocking to Luo Ran, since the source spirit was gone, otherwise after the night, his legs would be crippled and he would repent day and night. ”

Leaving behind the devastated house, there was a neighing of horses outside, and Baili Luo stepped on his mount, glanced at the picturesque behind him, and led the iron horse behind him to leave in a majestic manner.

When Baili Luoran led the iron horse with red armor and red boots to leave the picturesque, Li Chenxian and Zhao Yong, who followed him, walked out of the picturesque courtyard, stretched out his palm to look at the sky and the snowflakes fell into his hands, and then stepped into the carriage tightly, leaving a sentence for Zhao Yong behind him: "Burn it!"

After hearing Li Chenxian's order, a fierce gaze flashed from his pupils, and he poked his head towards Li Chenxian in the carriage and asked, "What about the sick boy who hindered Aunt Mei?"

Li Chenxian, who was sitting in the carriage, closed his pupils slightly, and said in a low voice: "Zhao Yong! Zhao Yong, why are you so ghostly, why don't you know that this picturesque courtyard has long been an empty courtyard." ”

After Li Chenxian finished speaking, his hands kept touching the stove in his hand, and the person driving the carriage lifted the reins in his hand and whipped the horse towards the flames of Jiangcheng, leaving Zhao Yong, who frowned, to look at the convoy away from him, and looked at the picturesque in front of him, and suddenly, the fragments of pain in the depths of his memory poured into front of him, and the pupils gradually became scarlet bloodshot, and the hands behind his back were clenched into fists, making a squeezing and gurgling sound between the bones.

Faintly under the squeezing, a faint blue light appeared in the palm of his hand, and a light not far away smashed from the darkness into the picturesque in front of him, and suddenly a raging fire was like the blue light between Zhao Yong's palm.

When the slightly bulky Zhao Yong panted and climbed onto the horse behind him, an iron rider behind him stepped forward and was about to help Zhao Yong, Zhao Yong, who was in mid-air, suddenly waved his sleeves and pushed the little follower away, and scolded angrily: "Do you want you to help my son!"

The frightened iron rider fell heavily to the ground, his body was covered with mud and water stains, and his thin and dark little face looked at Zhao Yong's angry and frowning eyes in horror, and the cold wind penetrated through his hands under the snow, and a piercing cold chill made him tremble.

When Zhao Yong climbed up to the metal horse in front of him, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his slightly trembling hands took out a black pill from his waist and quickly put it in his mouth, and took the reins and stepped away behind Li Chen.

The frightened person sitting on the ground looked at the several people who followed Zhao Yong behind him and laughed at him, and there was a sarcasm in his eyes, when he looked up at the sky, Lin Yan and Nangong Shushi, who came out of the picture, hurriedly pulled out their sabers from their waists and faced them.

I saw Lin Yan put down Nangong Shushi, who had inconvenient legs, and his dragonfly-like body came to the man's eyes in an instant from the snowflakes falling, and suddenly the wind-like figure fell in front of him, which frightened the person who was ridiculed by everyone trembling, and dropped the saber in his hand to the ground.

Lin Yan saw that the person easily dropped the life-like saber to the ground in front of him, he couldn't help frowning, and there was a fluctuation between the palms of his hands, and the saber that fell on the ground suddenly fell into Lin Yan's hand, and the little boy saw that his saber was in the hands of the stranger in front of him at this moment, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and his trembling body continued to soften.

When Lin Yan raised his hand, a breeze blew on the face of the young man on the iron horse, and a bloody mark appeared between his eyebrows, only to see Lin Yan gently put the saber that the young man in his hand dropped on the ground into the young man's hand, and sighed: "Child, this saber is like your life, you can't drop it at will, death is not terrible, I'm afraid that I will have no backbone when I die." ”

Dragging his tired body, he lifted Nangong Shushi, who was lying on the ground, and walked towards the night, the snow above fell behind them, and the young man walked through the goose feather snow and followed behind. I don't know how long it took, the young man who was quietly following behind him puffed up his steps and ran towards Lin Yan, who was supporting Nangong Shushi, put the saber on his waist and supported Nangong Shushi together, and disappeared into the snowy night like this.

A set of white armor and silver boots lay quietly on the ground, melting with the white snow on the ground, looking into the distance, the young man was wearing a thin shirt, shivering in the cold wind, but it couldn't stop him from burning deep in his heart at this time,

The painting was gradually burned to ashes by the raging fire, but a pavilion was not touched by the faint blue flames. A tall plane tree emitted a dazzling golden light, and suddenly a pair of phoenix phantoms turned from the plane tree into two rays of light towards the bell under the eaves of the wind chime pavilion, and then a violent fluctuation suddenly dispersed, turning into two stabs into the night under the sky.

When the plane tree burst into a ray of light, the hibiscus withered under the cold night.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a rickety back slowly walked into the room, his eyes were still rippling and undulating, and his legs were slightly bent from the rhythm of the steps, and the first thing that people noticed was the empty sleeve floating in the air, looking at the picturesque buried in the sea of fire in front of him from the pavilion, and sighed silently helplessly.

There was a fragrance on the desk in the pavilion, and the three pillars of fragrance were only half burned, which was originally a black empty mountain wooden ring ruler that was placed for worship, and appeared in the hands of the old man with a broken arm at this time, and this old man with a broken arm was Yang Uncle Yang who had ordered the people up and down in the painting to secretly dismiss and escort him away.

After sending the people up and down in the picture away, he returned to the picture.

After burning incense and saluting in front of the tablets of the ancestors of the Yang family, he picked up the empty mountain Nanmu ruler on the desk and walked outside the house, looked up at the snowflakes in the sky, smiled slightly, and turned into a long rainbow towards the city.

Not far away, on the halfway mountain of Qingshan Peak, dozens of people in blue clothes looked back at the picturesque area that was burned by the flames, and a woman followed a man and a woman in front of her and said: "Bei Yu, Nan Kui, Shi Niang is going to help your husband, you must listen to Aunt Yang's words on the way down, and finally remember not to cultivate in the street." ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Baili Cairong walked to Yang Ling and Yang Nianci who were sleeping in the carriage, stroked Yang Nianci's green face with both hands, and then put the letterhead in her arms beside Yang Nianci, and then disappeared towards Qingfeng Mountain.

In front of this group of people, a group of iron horsemen looked at the departing Baili Cairong, and jumped off the horse and a young man came towards Gusu Beiyu: "Young Master of Beiyu, Miss Nangong, these dozens of iron horsemen will follow you all the way to the final place, and I will complete the meaning of my existence." ”

The man wore a blue shirt and saluted to Gusu Beiyu and Nangong Kui, and tied a silk scarf on his shoulder and on the shoulders of a team of dozens of iron horsemen behind him, and the silk scarf was embroidered with a gold thread with the word "flow", and the most shocking thing in people's hearts was that he had a similar face to Qin Changjie.