In the secluded depths of the snow-covered Qingshan Peak Road that stretches from Jiangcheng, after a period of darkness, he opened his eyelids under his long eyelashes, shook his slightly aching head, and heard a crisp birdsong in the distance in his ears. I don't know how long it took, my sloppy eyes gradually gathered together, and I saw Yang Nianci beside me sweetly closing her eyes and snuggling up to her.

Comfortable time, that is, the person in front of you is by your side, listening to the even breathing ups and downs, watching the sunrise and sunset in the courtyard, the flowers blooming, a breeze blowing, and a few dog barking.

A cold wind came in the deep forest, blowing the curtain in front of the carriage, and a white feather-like snowflake rolled into the carriage, looking affectionately at Qin Changjie, who was sleepy and sweet by Yang Nianci beside him, turned his head sideways, and looked at the snowflakes blowing in, and instantly his vision in front of him was covered, and he fell into a white expanse.

Put down the rolled up curtain, afraid that the curtain in his hand would be blown up by the wind again, and the cold and biting wind would hurt Yang Nianci in the carriage, first gently moved Yang Nianci, who was snuggled by his side, to a comfortable sleeping position, and then took the small stool from the car and leaned tightly under the curtain in his hand.

Jumping for life, his feet fell on the carriage and looked around, the world in front of him was white, and he found that he was in a quiet green mountain peak and deep in the mountains and forests, far away from the picturesque river city full of peach blossoms. A frown furrowed appeared on his puzzled face, and the fragmentary memories lingered in his mind for a moment.

Just as Qin Changjie was putting together his scattered and confused memories, the small stool on the car fell abruptly, and he suddenly looked back at him, and a figure walked towards him in front of him.

"Wake up, cold?"

When the cold wind blew the snowflakes into the front of the carriage, Yang Nianci woke up early. I felt a little cold around me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was snuggled up to Qin Changjie's side, and my eyes were looking at Qin Changjie's immature and emaciated face. After a long time, looking at the face imprinted in my heart, a faint crimson appeared on my cheeks, and I kept thinking in my heart whether I would still be the young man I once admired after many years.

When Qin Changjie woke up, Yang Nianci suddenly withdrew the affectionate gaze in his eyes, squinted his eyes slightly, and secretly looked at Qin Changjie who woke up from the subtle gap. After getting off the bus on Qin Changjie, he slowly opened his eyes, and when he sat up, he found a letter on his clothes.

"Hmm. Yang Nianci snorted lowly.

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The sky gradually turned white, the mist was dark, the dark blue of Wanling was reflected, the iron boots on the bluestone street stepped on the tamped soil, the sound of breaking the air had not faded, and the blue flames on the torches floated in the air like ghosts.

In the dark alley, a young man's palm tightly led the woman behind him and crossed a blurred figure in the quiet long alley and narrow road, constantly shuttling back and forth to avoid the iron rider who was looking for the city in his eyes.

Raising his head and looking at the sky of gradual dawn, under the hazy sky at this time, the snow has not stopped all night. The water on the green tiles flowed down from the corners of the eaves and fell into crystal clear ice picks in the sub-zero cold wind.

The snow under his feet was like a snow-white feather covering his eyes, and the alley he walked through was cold and miserable, and the cold wind made Qin Changjie, who was missing a few layers of clothes, tremble.

The most densely populated avenue intersection in Jiangcheng was full of paces, coupled with clusters of snowflakes like pear petals falling down, some cultivators with aura around Zhou's body stood in the air, staring at the gap with their eyes like eagles.

I don't see the idea of darkness under the lights......

Qin Changjie looked at the scene in front of him, frowned tightly, and frowned on a layer of frost, but felt two shy eyes coming from behind him, looked back, and found that Nian Ci was looking at him quietly and affectionately, and his hand was holding her jade hand tightly in the afterglow.

Looking at each other for a second or two, although he had never grasped Yang Nianci's little hand so seriously, he unintentionally, although it was very short at this time, it was like a long ripple floating slightly.

Qin Changjie has lived in Jiangcheng since he was a child, and he once thought that Yang Nianci in front of him just treated him like a sister and treated Yang gradually with affection. The sky was slightly bright, and the snowflakes gradually stopped falling all over the sky, burying a faint sigh in my heart.

Looking at the distance between him and his clothes, the shiver caused by the cold in the air was gradually forgotten by Qin Changjie. The snow under him was refracted, Yang Nianci was wearing Qin Changjie's clothes, and his gentle face looked a little more heroic under Qin Changjie's clothes.

"Ah Jie, is there something dirty on my face?" Yang Nianci's eyes were shy, he looked up at Qin Changjie's immature face, and there was a depth that he had never had before, frowned, and asked.

"No, it's just that Nianci is so wronged, and he must follow closely behind. ”

Qin Changjie pursed his lips and smiled slightly, returned the snow on Yang Nianci's hair with his hand, turned his head and leaned tightly against the corner of the wall, and then a touch of solemnity appeared under his emaciated face, frowned, and looked around with a vigilant gaze.

Everywhere you can see the bones lying in pools of blood, the familiar marks on your clothes, and the ashes of the pavilion that burned under the smoke. The moment he stepped on the Jiangcheng City Mansion, smelling the air with the smell of blood coming from the cold wind, Qin Changjie suddenly felt an uneasy look rise in his heart.

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Qingshan Peak is deep in the mountains and forests, on the Wanling paper, Baili Cairong's handwritten letter is clearly and leisurely remembered in his heart, but he and Gusu Beiyu are not seen, only him and Yang Nianci. With a heart full of doubts, Yang Nianci returned to Jiangcheng from the mountain road behind Qingshan Peak.

A burly man wearing white armor and silver boots led several warlocks to stand at the gate of Jiangcheng, the warlocks were all dressed in gray robes and draped over their bodies, and there was no trace of face under the robes and hats, and some people in white armor and silver boots surrounded the fire to fight for fire to resist the cold current in the night.

The city was on fire, and it was under a half-white, half-black sky.

Pools of blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing the Wanxi in the city into a red rainbow, and a bloody and gloomy atmosphere filled the entire silent river city.

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With Yang Nianci, who was snuggling behind him, with his familiarity with the alleys of Jiangcheng Beicheng, he meandered back and forth in the dark to avoid all the ears and eyes, and glanced back at Yang Nianci behind him, his eyes became more and more anxious, frowning tightly, and he had thoughts in his heart.

Under the blue peach blossoms in the sky, looking up at the depressing air, stepping on the bluestone slab after the snow melted, splashing a small splash, seeing only one dim candle flame walking in the ten thousand pavilions swaying lonely, the sound of footsteps echoing in the ears gradually clear, eyes like torches, lifting the footsteps and going.

Tuk tuk!

Qin Changjie leaned against the door and window and knocked gently, his eyes constantly agitating and observing the flow of breath around him.

There was a crisp knock on the door, but it was still silent.

Qin Changjie frowned, leaning sideways and looking through the crack in the wooden door.

"Who!" a low voice came from inside the room.

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"Uncle Yunzhong, it's me, Changjie. ”

Qin Changjie asked after listening to a familiar voice in the house for a long time.

A gap opened in the door in front of Qin Changjie's meeting, revealing a vigilant gaze towards him, waiting for half a moment, Su Yunzhong in the house leaned sideways and poked his head out and nodded around before opening the door in front of him, and Qin Changjie led Yang Nianci behind him into the house.

When the door was closed by Uncle Su, he put the big wooden bolt leaning on the door again. After the gate was tightly closed, the sound of heavy footsteps on the back street came out of the alley, and the sound of metal rubbing against the ground was deafening, and Uncle Su turned around and looked through the crack in the door.

The flames moving in the air floated like ghosts, and a red armor and red iron boot held a bloody knife in his hand, and behind him there were several old and weak remnants who were escorted and restrained on the snow with bare feet, and as long as the group of old and weak women and children breathed for a second, they were constantly whipped mercilessly and cruelly with whips.

Listening to the miserable wailing and whimpering, Yang Nianci, who was in the house, suddenly felt unbearable anger in his heart, and wanted to pull out the saber on his waist and break out of the door, but was grabbed by Qin Changjie with his hand in an instant. Seeing that he was stopped by Qin Changjie, he frowned, looked up at Qin Changjie and shook his head gently.

After the crying sound that stayed in his ears gradually moved away, a strong anger rose in the hearts of everyone in the house, Qin Changjie clenched his hands tightly, if he was so bold to save the group of old and weak women and children who were brutally whipped, not only would the traces be exposed, but also the Su Tang family around him.

Qin Changjie lowered his head and thought for a while, walked to Uncle Yunzhong's side, looked at the father in front of him, and refused to leave, and said softly: "Uncle Yunzhong, don't be so cautious, what is going on in this Jiangcheng." ”

"Daddy, she is Aunt Cai Rong's daughter Yang Nianci's sister. Su Tang, who was behind him, saw the puzzled face on the old father's face in the clouds, and stepped forward to explain.

Although Yang Nianci was wearing Qin Changjie's clothes at this time, dressed as a man, with a slight heroic spirit, the thin little halva recognized the "young man" behind Qin Changjie at a glance from the moment Yang Nianci entered the house, and he loved him like a hundred miles of Cairong.

Daddy Yunzhong didn't pay attention to Xiao Sutang's words, and after seeing that the surrounding voices were far away, he hurriedly walked to the back hall and took out a dusty brocade box, put it on the long table beside several people, and blew away the dust on the brocade box that had been sealed for a long time.

Su Tang, who was standing behind him, was surprised, but the eyes of the old man in the clouds were calm, and he stood behind him like water, looking at the old man in the clouds, and took out the old brocade box that had been hidden under the bed for more than ten years.

"Daddy..."

When the old man in the cloud opened the old brocade box in front of him, he looked at the trembling hands holding two short swords with the same luster less than a foot in front of his eyebrows, and his eyes were as soft as the breeze at night. Immediately, the temperature of the place where his eyes touched dropped sharply, and the two short swords in his hands were instantly entangled with a layer of frost.

The trembling hands struggled more and more, the humming sound was bursting, the cold wind outside the house was cold, and the little sotan in the house felt the air around him gradually cold like frost.