At the foot of the unattainable Pansu Mountain, there is a bend in the water, and the grass and green space on the waterfront are full of bright flowers. Above the flowers, beautiful butterflies are flying, and among the butterflies, a girl is playing happily.

That grass and trees, flowers, butterflies and beauties still do not make people happy.

Sitting in the shade of the tree, the white-haired old man drank wine and admired the beautiful paintings.

The girl laughed and saw the white beard under the shade of the tree, and she jogged briskly, blinking her big eyes, and staring earnestly at the old man with the white beard who was lazy under the tree.

"Where did Grandpa come from?" The girl's clear voice asked suspiciously.

The white-bearded old man lazily raised his eyelids, his eyes were full of kindness, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to the majestic Pansu Mountain not far away.

The girl followed the old gesture and looked at the back of the Pansu Mountain, and smiled in disbelief, "Grandpa lied, and the mother of the curtain said that there was no one on the Pansu Mountain." ”

Lao Dao stroked his white beard with a smile and shook his head lightly.

"Grandpa really came down from that mountain?" The girl crouched down and blinked.

"Hmm." Panshu Lao Dao nodded and smiled.

"Grandpa is a god?" The girl tilted her head, and her cute and puzzled appearance was very likable.

"Immortals?" Panshu Lao Dao scratched his head, and as if he was thoughtful, he pouted, "Immortal, I haven't seen Pan Xu Lao Dao." ”

The girl was very disappointed and flattened her mouth, "Grandpa is not a fairy?" ”

"Do you really want to meet the gods?" The bearded old man squinted at the girl with a smile.

The girls sat together under the tree, leaning against the side of Pansu Laodao, and looked up at the Pansu Mountain.

"The friends in the Curtain Frost Village all want to see the immortals, but how can there be any immortals in the world for mortals to see......"

The old man leaned on the tree pole with his eyes half-closed, roaring a little song, drinking wine, and wanting to fall asleep.

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As soon as the spring breeze passed for dozens of miles, the trees and flowers were like snow.

Under the clear sky, on the vast plains, thousands of horses galloped and roared past.

Stout men, shiny knives, and shouting voices.

"Here we go! Come on! The imperial army is coming! ”

A cry broke through the village in the Luoding mountain area of Luzhou.

When the villager ran forward in a panic to report the news, the pair of sharp eyes running in front of the ten thousand horses flew quickly with the big knife in his hand.

The man in the knife fell ......

Blood, only blood.

The bell rang in the mountain temple of Luoding Mountain, shaking the village, and the monk who rang the bell was full of sadness, and there should be no sadness.

The Yao people in the village ran out of the house and fled for their lives in panic.

"Cow, don't ...... it"

"My chickens......"

"My Goat......"

"I don't want it, I don't want it, I want to keep my life......"

Standing on the rocks at the head of the village, Luo Yan, a man in the village, carried a bow and arrows on his back, full of anger, looking at the tens of thousands of imperial army that came from afar.

Such a big array was unpredictable in his life, and he laughed at Angtian, "Luo Dingshan is finished, Yaomin is finished......"

Behind him, all the brothers in the village stood upright, fearless, holding weapons and shouting, "Swear to resist to the death and defend the people's livelihood!" Return my nation! ”

"Good!" Luo Yan shouted angrily, "I want to protect the life of my clan even if I fight for my life." ”

Under the sky, in the wilderness, the halberd was shining, and there was no trace of pity on the look of blood.

Ling Yunyi, the governor of Liangguang, stretched out his commanding hand, and under his unhesitating order, ten thousand horses rushed into Luoding Mountain.

The monk stood in front of the temple, and his eyes were no longer empty, but the souls of the dead under the ten thousand swords.

Is it right or wrong, does God react?

The monk raised his head and looked at the sky, and said silently in his heart: "My Buddha is compassionate......"

The butterflies flew, the birds flew, the spirit animals of all things ran away, but she was late.

No, no, it's not so!

The village house was burned, the villagers were arrested, and the corpses were scattered, but there was still her home?

"Mother's ......"

"Where's Brother Ayan?"

"Frost—"

Someone was calling her.

She turned back in a panic, it was Uncle Da Yuan. She ran over and picked up Uncle Da, who was covered in blood.

"Why? Why is that? ”

"Curtain, your mother's ......" Uncle Da, who only breathed a breath, didn't even finish the last sentence.

"No, Uncle Dayuan...... Uncle Da Yuan......"

Her hands were covered with blood, it was Uncle Da's blood, bright red blood, stinging her eyes.

She went crazy and ran to her home, which was on fire, and the flames were soaring.

"Mother-"

Her cry of sorrow and hysteria shook all things, shaking the misty Pansu Mountain.

"Grab it!"

She heard a loud shout.

It's okay to sink in my heart.

She turned back in grief and glared angrily at the indifferent face of the horse and the ranks of soldiers behind him.

"Name it!"

The words are light and cold, quiet and not panicked, this is not the coldness that she should have at her age.

Ling Yunyi smiled faintly when he was stunned, "This official is Lingyun Yi, the governor of Liangguang." ”

She sneered, "Okay, I wish the curtain frost to remember you, I swear to the heavens here, you Ling Yunyi will not end well in this life!" ”

Ling Yunyi sneered, the head tattoo on his forehead between his frowns turned into lines, and he chuckled at this bold girl.

"Little girl, you won't end well at this time."

I saw that the commanding hand waved again, and the soldiers behind him wanted to step forward to arrest him.

But the proud beauty, the stubborn beauty, picked up a knife from the ground in the blink of an eye.

Before Ling Yunyi could react, the pale pink dress was already dripping with blood.

A red cut on the snow-white neck was bubbling with blood.

The pink beauty fell, falling under Ling Yunyi's surprised eyes.

Shocked his eyes for a moment, he didn't react for a long time.

The monk is sad, the Buddha is sad, and the heavens are sad......

Suddenly, a strong wind struck, and the sky was full of fog and ash, which blew down the houses and blew up the corpses......

When the wind and sand passed and the wind stopped, Ling Yunyi looked at the fallen pink butterfly again.

Where are the people?