Autumn season.

Luo Ning stood outside the big tent, feeling the slight coolness coming from under his feet, and then took out the map from his arms, looked at it for a long time, and was silent.

Yin Hongdie walked over again.

Only this time, Luo Ning didn't cover the map in his hand anymore, he looked at it carefully, and then rolled the map back up with his hand.

Luo Ning raised an eyebrow and asked, "Ready?"

Yin Hongdie nodded, "At noon today, my father is going to see you off, do you have anything you want to eat?"

She thought for a moment, and then continued, "We have a chef from the Central Plains in our barracks, who can cook Central Plains cuisine. ”

Luo Ning was stunned for a moment and asked, "Can you make scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

Yin Hongdie was puzzled, "There are so many Central Plains dishes, why do you have to eat tomatoes and eggs?"

Luo Ning replied calmly, "Tomato eggs can give me peace of mind. ”

Yin Hongdie looked at Luo Ning, a little hesitant, but finally asked, "Who are you?"

Luo Ning asked, "Does it matter who I am?"

Yin Hongdie said, "I think it's very important. ”

Luo Ning asked rhetorically, "Then if I tell you that I am a good person, do you still think that the rest of my identity is important?"

Yin Hongdie replied, "Then it doesn't matter. ”

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Lunch is still dominated by mutton.

But among these meats, there is a bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that are very different from this table.

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There are a lot of eggs, but the tomatoes don't know where they were found, they have turned yellow, and they are not more than a third of the eggs.

Luo Ning didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, not because the tomato didn't look like a fresh tomato, but because he remembered someone and some past events at this time.

Luo Ning looked at the bowl of dishes, and then suddenly said:

"Thank you. ”

Yin Hongdie was stunned for a moment, shook her head and smiled, and then explained with some embarrassment:

"It's not easy to be a cook in the Central Plains, and in this autumn season, it's in this wasteland, and it's already extremely difficult to find this tomato. ”

Luo Ning stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of tomato and put it in his mouth.

The chef's skills are superb, and the heat and taste are just right, but somehow, he doesn't have the kind of taste in the sword abyss.

Luo Ning looked at Yin Hongdie and smiled and said, "It's okay, I like to eat very much." ”

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Yin Ziqing was silently nibbling on a leg of mutton next to him, his face was oily.

He bowed his head and was silent, there was a sword that had just been prepared for him on the table in front of him, Yin Ziqing's head was buried in the rice bowl in front of him, and his voice slashed.

"Sister, on my way to Nanjun, do I have no more leg of lamb to eat?"

Yin Hongdie said, "Then when you come back, my sister will kill the biggest sheep for you." ”

Yin Ziqing raised his head, but the tears in his eyes this time were no longer for grievances, he said vaguely, "I won't lose my father's face, I won't lose my sister's face, I won't lose my fairy brother's face." ”

Yin Hongdie smiled, "That's your master." ”

Somehow, even with a smile, the tears in her eyes could no longer be stopped.

Luo Ning calmly ate the tomatoes and eggs in front of him, as if he didn't see it, and then he remembered someone again, remembered a certain familiar scene.

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Yin Shanhe did not come to see Yin Ziqing.

Yin Hongdie rode a jujube red horse, and the tears on her heroic face had been dried by the wind on the wasteland.

Luo Ning rode on a yellow hussar.

Yin Ziqing drove a carriage out of the back barracks.

The sky is clear and cloudy, and the autumn is like the moon.

Yin Ziqing bowed to the ground, "Sister, I'm leaving." ”

Yin Hongdie looked at Luo Ning expressionlessly on the horse, "Luo Dazhuang, you have to bring my brother back alive." ”

Luo Ning didn't answer, and gently shook the horse's reins.

"I try. ”

A horse and carriage slowly left the barracks under the watchful eye of this autumn day.

Yin Ziqing touched the sword at his waist, his eyes were a little dull.

Yin Hongdie's slightly trembling voice followed the slightly trembling autumn wind from behind:

"Ziqing, but you have to learn the sword with him. ”

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Among the Tiger Wing Battalions.

Yue Zhanmei, one of the twelve feudal kings, listened to the report of the sergeant in front of him.

His face gradually turned iron-blue.

His subordinate General Zhang crossed Luoshui to patrol, and disappeared inexplicably.

Then he heard that a cultivator had come out of the Central Plains.

Then he heard that a Zhou person came to Yin Shanhe yesterday.

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His palms slowly opened, then clenched, turning into fists, and the green tendons on the fists jumped.

"Then Yin Shanhe deceived people too much, if it weren't for him, how could my status among the twelve feudal kings be like this?"

The sergeant replied nervously, "It's better for the prince to make it clear to him directly." ”

Yue Zhanmei's eyes were cold, "He has a phoenix tail battalion, and he also has Yin Hongdie, and he is extremely skillful, even if we are equal to his strength, we are definitely not his opponent." ”

Cold sweat fell slightly from the sergeant's forehead.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of ruthlessness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"You go and tell the rest of the vassal kings that I have a solution. ”

The sergeant was a little puzzled and asked, "What is the solution?"

Yue Zhan Mei said slowly, "If I want to gain a firm foothold among these vassal kings, the biggest enemy is Yin Shanhe, Yin Shanhe is a native of the Central Plains, but his strength is strong, he and his phoenix tail battalion are not eliminated for a day, I will always be restless." And I heard that he is about to marry the county lord of Nanjun, so he has an extremely powerful backer, and who else dares to disobey him if he is the remaining king of the Ten Roads Domain?"

"Tomorrow, I will send an envoy to Mawei Pass to tell those Zhou people that we are willing to help him catch the cultivator who has infiltrated the southern Xinjiang, but on the condition that they send troops to help us destroy Yin Shanhe. ”

Yue Zhanmei's eyes were slightly cold and continued, "Yin Shanhe is their enemy, and Yin Shanhe is also our enemy, tomorrow we will gather the vassal kings to hold a meeting, and let Yin Shanhe's army go to the vanguard." When he and the Zhou people are defeated, we can not only eliminate Yin Shanhe, but also take advantage of the emptiness of Ma Wei Pass's troops to take Ma Wei Pass in one fell swoop. ”

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The sergeant who was freezing in the autumn wind listened to Yue Zhanmei's words, even he felt a slight cold in his back, and he shivered with fright.

He asked hesitantly, "Then Yin Shanhe is so shrewd, and he is also a person who has lived in this southern Xinjiang for more than ten years, will he be the prince?"

Yue Zhan said in a cold voice, "I heard that Yin Shanhe's wife died because of Emperor Zhou. The bones are buried on the banks of Luoshui?"

The sergeant nodded.

Yue Zhanmei asked again, "What is the greatest insult in the world?"

The sergeant's voice trembled slightly, "Broken bones and ashes." ”

Yue Zhanmei smiled and said, "Then since this is the case, if someone goes to throw her grave and plant it on the body of Zhou Ren, what will happen to him Yin Shanhe?"