Yan Hua didn't really believe in any coincidences.

Even if there will be exactly the same person in the parallel world, it is not impossible to have such a probability.

But I probably haven't seen my father for a long time.

When she first saw that face, her emotions fluctuated strongly.

Yan Hua was almost stuck in the information card just now and couldn't get out, just because he was too nostalgic for that face.

Fortunately, everything that her reason finally overcame made her quite embarrassed to get out of the information card and return to the real world.

Yan Hua's mood fluctuated, so he simply closed his eyes again, stabilizing his mind and slowing down the consumption of mental power.

The undershirt was already soaked with sweat, and the forehead hair was sticking to the face because of sweat.

Yan Hua really wanted to wash herself, but she was still in a hurry, so she couldn't do it at all.

Just as she closed her eyes and recuperated, the carriage suddenly stopped.

There was a fight outside, and it was very noisy, as if it had encountered a mountain bandit?

Yan Hua opened his eyes with a "sigh", and the tiredness in his eyes was hidden, replaced by a touch of sharpness.

She flipped her hand and grasped the bronze sword beside her.

The sword was not as new as it was when it was first bought, and after being used as a kitchen knife, a wood knife, a chisel, a cane and other tools, the bronze sword had already appeared a gap, and there were scratches from the old and the new.

Such a sword is more like a sword after a battle on the battlefield.

After all, it has also drunk blood, but it is an animal.

Snake blood, lynx blood, jackal blood, deer blood, bear blood.

It can be regarded as a sword that has experienced a hundred battles and has a brilliant record.

It is precisely because of this that Jun Xiyao did not doubt her identity when he saw Yan Hua's sword.

If this sword is brand new, even if this layer of her vest is put on by the system, it will be ruthlessly stripped off by Jun Xiyao.

At this time, outside, Jun Xiyao's orderly command sounded, mixed with the sound of fighting, and he could still hear that he was moving in the direction of the carriage.

Not only him, but also the cavalry, the first order they received was not only to counterattack, but also to protect the carriage.

So the cavalry was divided into two lines.

A few people were left to protect the carriage, and the rest all rushed up and fought with a group of mountain bandits.

Yan Hua wanted to probe, Jun Xiyao had already lifted the curtain, probed in, and saw her holding a sword to come out, a look of relief flashed in her eyes.

"You don't need to come out, hide in the car."

Leaving this sentence, Jun Xiyao turned his horse's head and returned his sword to block the big knife that slashed at him.

Immediately after that, a scream sounded, and the big man who attacked him was slashed away by his sword, and half of his arm flew up along with the big knife he held in his hand.

In just a few moments, half of the bandits who rushed down the mountain like vicious dogs pounced on their food were killed.

The rest were frightened, and shouted: "Misunderstanding, the hero spares his life, we recognize the wrong person." ”

While running away to the mountain.

Jun Xiyao didn't plan to kill them all, after all, these mountain bandits were actually people who were forced to rebel by the imperial court.

Things are not complicated, just because the taxes are too heavy, there are wars everywhere, and the chaos of the Fengluan Celestial Empire has arisen, and it is not so simple to solve.

And most of the people who are bloody and do not want to be oppressed either flee from the famine or occupy the mountains as kings.

The same goes for this batch.

There is only ferociousness and humanity left in his eyes, he has been killed on the spot, those who still know that they are afraid, and they still know that life is fate, Jun Xiyao did not ask his subordinates to chase him to death.

After solving the roadblock and robbery, Jun Xiyao formed a team, medicated and bandaged several injured soldiers, and then continued on the road.

After a day and a night of hurrying, they finally arrived at the gate of Kyoto.

It's more prosperous than the bird-like town before.

No, it can't be compared.

One to that is a heaven and one earth, the difference between clouds and mud.

Yan Hua has finally seen the elegance of the ancient big city.

This is not comparable to the pictures in the literature.

What you see with your own eyes is its vivid appearance, which is more vivid and three-dimensional than any document or museum, and you will never forget it.

The emotion in Yan Hua's eyes flashed away, but it seemed to be mostly curious.

Jun Xiyao looked into his eyes and was sure that the little junior sister had really forgotten what happened when she was a child.

Also, the little junior sister at that time was still very young, and it was normal not to remember.

Later, the master was transferred to the border, and the little sister never came back to live in the capital, and it is normal to be unfamiliar.

Thinking that the master was used as a pawn to block the flames of war, where he fought fiercely, he would be sent to wherever he went.

Jun Xiyao's eyes darkened, and the bottom of his eyes was dark, and he couldn't see a trace of light.

Under the eyelashes, a fleeting ruthless light is hidden.

That resolute gaze like a lone wolf can deter all small people.

However, when Yan Hua looked back at him, he was so quietly hidden by him, and he couldn't find any trace.

Yan Hua turned his head and asked, "Where is my father buried?" I want to worship him. ”

Jun Xiyao's heart twitched, and he pursed his lips: "Let's stop today, I'll take you tomorrow." ”

Yan Hua nodded: "It's okay." ”

One sentence made Jun Xiyao even more silent.

And they waited until the hour when the gates were opened, and then they entered the city.

The inventory entering the city was very strict, and Jun Xiyao felt the unusual sound of the crane.

When he was about to face the saint, this unusualness became even more obvious.

Because they just came back, they were placed under house arrest and isolated.

Jun Xiyao's eyebrows and eyes are calm, unwavering, and he does not reveal his true emotions like in front of the city gate.

It was also after being quarantined that he understood.

Just as he was being sent out, something happened in Kyoto.

Or because of the war, because of the influx of displaced people into Kyoto, the plague is prevalent, and everyone in Kyoto is at risk, and the epidemic has not been controlled so far.

At this time, Jun Xiyao brought people back from the place where so many people were burned, and along the way, he didn't know if he was contaminated with the plague.

Therefore, all of them were intercepted together and placed under house arrest in the station where foreign ambassadors were received.

Jun Xiyao is very calm, and the soldiers under him can't calm down.

After running around day and night, everyone was tired, but when they came back, they were under house arrest before they could get down to business.

Not even a word through the wall.

One by one, they were strong, and even a few of them were not the slightest bit of the plague.

If they are locked up for half a month before being released, the refugees who are still waiting for relief are afraid that they will starve to death in the city if they can't wait for relief food.

No, there are so many corpses there that have not been disposed of, and maybe in a few days, there will be an even more terrible plague.

Not to mention the rescue, the court didn't send troops to burn the city again, which is good.

So anxious, but to no avail.

They talk nonsense, but no one pays attention to it, and no one picks up the stubble.

I can't find anyone on the stubble, what can I do?

It's like watching innocent people die in a charred ruined city.

The eyes of all the soldiers were red, and anger was brewing in them, but because they were in their positions, they had nowhere to vent.