The mountains are stacked, the sky is hidden, the peak reaches the sky, and the forest sea rolls like clouds. The top is out of the sky, the bottom is groundless, the smoke is light, and the cold pool is bleak.

The array slowly advanced, with sentries roaming around.

"I'll go to the rear to inspect." I tightened the reins and turned my horse's head and whispered to the apprentice behind me. He raised his eyebrows and replied, "Be careful." ”

I nodded, clamped my horse's belly, and galloped away.

……

I was about to return, when an unusual factor broke into my five senses, I squinted, quietly drew my sword out of its sheath, and kicked off my horse's back with a backward flip, galloping towards a towering tree. Go around the tree and look around, there is no imaginary hermit, the leaves are fluttering, and everything around is quiet and beautiful.

I lifted my eyes, and with a sudden leap, I jumped up the branches above my head. Holding the tree with his right hand, he knelt on one knee on the thick branch, breathing lightly and lightly, and his body was like a ghost. The surrounding green leaves are dense like the sea, and the sunlight is blocked from the realization. The atmosphere is mysterious and murderous.

The wind swept a few small fallen leaves, and I stood up and leaped upwards like an arrow from a string, and the few fallen leaves were easily crushed by the blade, and the branches that were blocking in front were cut off, and the broken trees flew sideways. The figure twisted in mid-air, and the blade went straight towards a figure hidden in the green leaves—

It became clearer and clearer, and when I saw the man clearly, I was shocked and hurriedly retracted my attack. It was not easy to get rid of the momentum of this tiger descending the mountain, and I was unable to pay attention to the foothold, so I stepped into the air in a hurry, and my body fell down—

Between the lightning and flint, the waist was shackled into a stone-like arm. A subtle warm breath brushed his ears, with a slight itch:

"Are you going to cut down the whole tree?"

I looked up in a daze, and in the halo of light that fell between the leaves, his black hair was like silk, his eyes were deep, and his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. A silver mask covers half of the face from the bridge of the nose, the lips are cool and thin, and the chin is beautiful.

He was wrapping one hand around the trunk of the tree and the other around me. Easily moved to a nearby branch and slowly lowered me.

I recovered from the shock and was about to speak, when he moved his index finger to his lips, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, and he reached out and pushed me down the tree.

I reacted quickly, adjusted my posture and landed on the ground with one hand, looked around for a week, and then calmly left, as if I had just climbed the tree on a whim and looked into the distance. Straddled the horse and raised the whip, and chased the large army straight through the smoke, and returned to the formation.

I guess he joined the crowd in this war as a righteous man, and the purpose is unknown. And I can't go back and ask him about him anyway. The situation seems more complicated and grim than expected.