"Cloud Tree?!"

"Wake up, wake up!"

"Little junior brother?"

When I opened my eyes and looked around, I saw several faces full of surprise and surprise. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After only a moment of trance, a trace of panic and panic flashed in Yun Shu's eyes, and he was about to sit up straight as soon as he was busy, and then he couldn't help but stiffen his upper body and scream.

"Slow down, slow down!" You Yun shouted from the side.

"Don't worry, look at the injuries on your body!" Qin Linchuan reminded in a deep voice.

The hurried prompts of several people and a burst of pain summoned him back to his senses, and Yun Shu glanced at himself a few times first. Seeing that his body was already covered with gauze wrapped around Yan Li and a few people, the smell of medicinal powder permeated the room.

Yun Shu's heart tightened, looking at this scene, what he tried to hide before was still discovered...... But thankfully, he woke up alive again.

"Cloud Tree...... What's going on with you?" asked Nine Blades.

"These ......"

Yun Shu slowly raised his arm, thinking about how to express it, and the people around him were also waiting quietly.

The chaotic, complex, and depressing and treacherous picture began to flash in Yun Shu's mind. Black city, black wolf, black man, and black ...... Hammer!

Thinking of this, Yun Shu raised his head in horror, with urgency and panic, and said firmly and quickly to Qin Linchuan and the others: "Master, senior brother, now I have to ...... Take a look at the West City Gate!"

......

In a room, by candlelight.

Yin Chiyuan raised his hand and rubbed his sour eyes, and threw down the pen he was holding in his other hand. Then, he stood up, but with his head down, he continued to look at the table below.

Right now, it was a letter that had just been written, staring at the few crosses on the paper, without a trace of expression on Yin Chiyuan's face.

After a long time, he grabbed a bamboo tube on the side of the desk. On the bamboo tube, red lines are imprinted. Yin Chiyuan thought about it for a while, and finally slowly rolled up the piece of paper and stuffed it into the bamboo tube.

Holding it in one hand, Yin Chiyuan hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "Tengwu ......"

In the corner of the room, two lights lit up on a pitch-black armor.

"The minister is here. ”

"My uncle, Yin Yao...... Is he still holding the Blue Pass?" Yin Chiyuan said.

"Yes. ”

Yin Chiyuan glanced southward, and then said, "He was ordered by my father to go to Yanggao County in the northeast to supervise the grain and grass transferred to Longhou Mountain. Why did you stop in Yonglan for seven days and still don't move?"

"Wind chill. ”

"Wind chill...... Heh, since when did the wind chill become so powerful that people who are connected to the pinnacle of heaven can't stop it?"

"I don't know. ”

Yin Chiyuan shook the bamboo tube in his hand, thought about it and said softly: "Strange thing...... You need to be careful: my letter does not pass through my uncle's hands. Even the ghost fox can't ...... By the way, write down my uncle's affairs as well, and separate the secret guards to follow him! This is an anomaly, we need to find out, my uncle's age seems to be not too young......"

"Yes. ”

Then, Yin Chiyuan fell silent, and Teng Wu stopped talking.

"Tengwu, tell me about it...... In this world, who is the person you respect the most?" After a while, Yin Chiyuan looked at the bamboo tube in his hand again, and after a pause, he asked in a loud voice.

"The Black King. ”

"Black King......" Yin Chiyuan raised his eyebrows, "in...... What about within the Eastern State?"

"Your Majesty. ”

"So...... Black King, compared to my Dongzhou, which one is more ...... Important?" Yin Chiyuan took the bamboo tube, knocked on the corner of the table, and finally asked.

"Dongzhou. ”

"Okay......" Yin Chiyuan nodded, "I'm starting to understand, compared to Dongzhou, I should ...... Make sacrifices. ”

At the base of a wall not far from the house, over a bush crossed—

Dressed in a nightcoat, Autumn Shine, who blended in with the darkness of this place, began to slowly move her arms and reach for the hilt of her sword.

......

Looking at the North City Lord's Mansion.

"Ji Gongzi, please wait a little longer, according to the past, the city lord should be coming soon. In the study room in the house, a servant turned around and replied to Ji Xin's question while refilling the teapot with fresh water.

“...... Good. Ji Xinying, with a hint of impatience and anxiety between his eyebrows.

The servant went out through the side door, and Ji Xin suddenly felt uneasy, so he got up from the chair again and walked back and forth in the study.

A few days ago, when he was immersed in his cultivation, he learned the news that Ji Kai was actually thrown into prison by Xiao Nuoxing's order, and he was still on death row. Frightened, he wanted to visit but couldn't, and then rushed to visit Xiao Nuoxing, but he was turned away again and again. Today, he finally didn't eat the closed door, but he was still hung in the study. From morning to evening, Xiao Nuoxing was nowhere to be seen.

Anxious in his chest, and angry and unquenchable, Ji Xin looked around this magnificent study, and in addition to disdain, he was unwilling. But this breath had to be swallowed...... The Ji family has fallen into the middle of the road, how can they still be qualified to be looked down upon by the Xiao family?

In order to fish out that stupid brother from a hell on earth full of feces and death, stench and maggots...... No matter how arrogant he is, he has to change his clothes and wear a crown to come here. Obviously visited, but secretly prayed, asking Xiao Nuoxing to release him.

"Once upon a time, I actually wanted to ......"

Ji Xin said hatefully in a low voice, hurriedly swallowed the words again, gritted his teeth and looked around the things in the room. Finally, his gaze stopped on a painting hanging on the wall in the center.

This painting is the "Looking at the Mountains and Rivers in the North" by the divine painter Helian Qingying, which he has heard of for a long time. What is depicted on the three-zhang scroll is the final decisive battle between Dongzhou and Xingjun at the foot of Longhou Mountain in the first North Wind Rebellion.

Ji Xin was separated from it by a long distance, and at the first glance at it, he only felt that it was a blurry ink color. However, after the second glance, he was instantly fascinated!

I don't know when he was standing in the painting!

Crossing the peak of Longhou, looking from east to west, the billowing smoke and dust swept up by the wind covered the sky and the sun, and in the smoke and dust, Xingjun's Beiyan Iron Cavalry, and the Dongzhou Tiger Army, if the body is entangled, will capture each other to the death of the two dragons. The earth-shattering roar and the sound of war drums reached the ears. What shocked him and made it difficult for him to understand was that the people who formed the fight and the galloping war horses were obviously only black ink, but with the blades in the hands of countless people in the painting, what was splashed was red blood.

Like the raindrops that shot at random in the storm, in the sky-high feather arrows that swept through the air, the cavalry battle-lined columns charged side by side again and again, penetrating the enemy formation again and again, and the armor continued to bring out new dents, and then in the same chorus of angry shouts like a wave, the whole team fought back again and again.

Ji Xin had long forgotten to breathe, and this scene made his hands tremble slightly. Then, with a gust of wind, several people suddenly appeared in the picture and suddenly entered his eyes.

The man in white stands in the air. With his strange gestures, the screaming sound in the air was enough to tear apart the eardrums, and everywhere he passed, the flowers of blood bloomed across the land. He is...... King of the Wind Demon, Iron Burning Thorn!

In the rear of the Dongzhou army, which was opposed to Xingjun, there was a man standing on the dirt mountain, raising his finger and giving orders quickly. In front of him, there were sergeants waving the command flag, and soldiers carrying letters on their horses. Torrents of steel were thrown into the rolling waves ahead of him at his will. He is...... King Liang, Liang Qianhe!

The one-handed heavy sword was swung down, and the Qilin banner of the stepping cloud fell down, and the halberd in his right hand pointed to the sky, and on the war horse with long legs and long legs, the blue-faced and bearded man in the heavy armor laughed wildly. The snow and light reflected by the thousands of sabers were like a frozen lake on the surface of the elite cavalry formation pressed by the black. He is...... King Xing, iron is expensive!

The iron mask covering the entire face was lifted, revealing a majestic aura, like a river of floods, the samurai jumped down from the exhausted horse, and the hundreds of warlocks from the side withdrew the sheltered array, and the team of Qilin Guards appeared and copied it. In the sound of the sonic roar of the tiger, the samurai rushed to the front. He is...... The Tiger of Dongzhou, Fang Shuo!

In the crowd of people who were fighting endlessly, in the dull sound of one heavy object after another smashing on the ground, a person's slightly narrowed phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and the green robe disappeared in an instant, and the green robe appeared in an instant! He is...... Fox King, Liang Zhen!

In the end, the scenes were far away again, and Ji Xin's eyes were brought back to Longhou Mountain again.

Then, his eyes widened!

On the rock in front of him, suddenly stood a girl with a mischievous smile, but her eyes were full of inexplicable emotions that she couldn't see......

She looked down at Ji Xin, suddenly smiled evilly, and then stretched her hand to her throat, horizontally, and slashed!

The next moment, Ji Xin felt his heart beat wildly in an instant, and his throat ached! Everything in front of him disappeared, turning into countless blades!

Shocked, Ji Xin panicked and retreated step by step. But it was only then that he realized that no matter how much he retreated, he could not retreat from this painting!