When the court and the central government were arguing over Su Shaowei's superiority, Xiao Yan had already left Chang'an.

On the seventh day when the eldest princess of Anping left the capital, Xiao Yan's consciousness suddenly appeared in the summons of the pavilion master, she immediately went to the East Palace, and after returning to the princess's mansion, she said goodbye to A-Niang, neatly packed her bags and left the mansion in a carriage, leaving Chang'an City from the north gate.

Before, she publicly appeared at the funeral of the Emperor Taishang, following behind her mother Princess Anping, and people who did not know took it for granted that she was representing the grandchildren of Emperor Xiao to follow her mother into Beijing for funeral, and the 36th mourning period expired, and she returned to Hexi with Princess Anping. - Except for secretly paying attention to her eyes, no one knows that she is Chang'an, who left at this time.

The carriage went out of the north gate for twenty miles, and Xiao Yan got out of the carriage, spread his body and rushed away.

Tangtai Xiong and Hua Xingzhi were guarding in secret, until Xiao Yan left the Northern Great Wall, crossed Daqing Mountain, and entered the Anbei Metropolitan Protectorate, and the innate grandmaster of the Murong clan of Liaodong took over the guard in secret, and the two turned around and left.

Before leaving, the bear suddenly let out a cold snort. This cold snort came out, and it had already condensed into an invisible, high-speed sword qi, tearing through the space in the blink of an eye, appearing in front of a river three hundred miles away in the southeast.

Suddenly, the figure of a blue-shirted scribe appeared on the river, and two white jade-carved fingers on his left and right hands crossed in the air.

Draw out the word "乂".

One by one, he swept towards the sword qi, just like the original meaning of the word "乂" to cut the grass, and lightly cut the sword qi that appeared in the void.

It seemed to be a light crack, but there was a slight crack on the placket of his shirt, and a sword mark appeared on his chest under his underwear. His eyes were solemn, and he instantly tore through the space with his divine thoughts and left.

If you don't retreat, you will have to fight Xiong San head-on.

That sword aura just now was a warning and a declaration of war.

- If you don't retreat, then fight!

The blue-shirted scribe chose to retreat.

After all, his purpose is Xiao Yan, there is no need to start a war with the madman of the Sword Pavilion now.

At the same time as the Yutai bear let out a cold snort, Hua Xingzhi turned his head to look southwest, and a whirlpool appeared in the pupil of his left eye.

In the woods, more than a hundred miles away from the blue-shirted scribe, a pine-green figure suddenly appeared, as if forced out of the thick green shade.

A flower appeared in front of him.

A yellow tulip.

Beautiful but murderous.

The man stretched out a finger like pure gold and shone with a golden sheen, and pointed at the tip of the tulip that was closed like a sword.

The flower disappeared like light and shadow, but there was an extra sword mark in the palm of the man's palm.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The sword mark in his palm healed in the blink of an eye, and this wound was nothing more than an ant's bite to him; However, his adamantine finger did not cause any damage to Hua Xingzhi, at most that wisp of divine thought shocked.

The battle between the two of them is evenly divided.

The green-robed man left in an instant, and like the blue-shirted scribe, he chose to retreat temporarily in the face of the innate warning of the Sword Pavilion.

Their purpose is Xiao Yan, and a temporary retreat does not mean that there will be no chance in the future.

Once out of the North, there's so much to do.

***

A day later, Xiao Yan had arrived in Xizhou, the capital of Anbei, which was the residence of the Dadu Protectorate, and the Jiguo Mansion was only two streets away from the Dadu Mansion, with a typical Anbei architectural style: a mixture of the Central Plains Han style hilltop house and the Xianbei people's dome dome house, giving people a delicate, elegant and heroic and rough feeling.

Next to the copper unicorn in front of the gate, there was already a middle-aged man in a brocade robe with long eyebrows. Xiao Yan turned out from the corner and walked calmly towards the gate.

She wears a white wolf mask on her face, which is not strange in the Anbei region, because the northern tribes worship fierce beasts and birds such as wolves, tigers, eagles, Hai Dongqing, etc., and white beasts of prey are considered to be brave and auspicious, so many men and women like to wear this kind of mask to increase their might, or to ward off evil spirits.

Xiao Yan gave a grandmaster salute to the other party.

The man replied, turned sideways, made a gesture of invitation, and led her in through the side door, passed through a hall, and then passed a dome arch, entered the grand front yard where the ancient trees stood majestically, and walked to the flower hall with a carved door, and made a gesture of inviting in. Xiao Yan thanked him, straightened his clothes, and entered the hall.

At the barrier, there are already two pretty maids waiting with copper basin scarves. Xiao Yan stepped forward and took off his boots, put on flat-bottomed clogs, took the hot towel handed by the maid, washed his hands and wiped his face, and sorted out his appearance before entering the screen.

On the unicorn arm chair on the north side of the hall sat a man with a strange figure.

Xiao Yan stepped forward and bowed, and said, "Xiao Seventeen, Xiao Yan and Xiao Yuezhi have seen Murong Shibo. ”

Ji Guogong laughed, his voice was refreshing, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Nephew, get up quickly." Sit. ”

Xiao Yan straightened up, reached out to take off his mask, and stepped back to sit on the chair in the west, only then did he look up at the head of the Anbei metropolitan protector and the head of the Murong clan in Liaodong.

His appearance is five or six points similar to Murong Jue, his appearance is inherited from the delicacy of the Murong family, but it has a heroic style that belongs to him, which makes people feel like a spring mountain, masculine and handsome, constituting a unique and strong charm.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but compare him with his father in his heart, he was also handsome and handsome, and he had the decisiveness to kill and kill with military power, but his father had more elegance and elegance of the scholars, and Ji Guogong had a little more of the rigidity and heroism of the northern tribes, just like a delicate wine bottle with a majestic throat-burning spirit.

Ji Guogong looked at her face, his eyes showed appreciation, and the first sentence said: "Good boy!" Haha laughed, "Good looks!" Qianshan didn't misread you. ”

Xiao Yan: "......" Senior Qianshan doesn't look at her good looks.

Ji Guogong waved his hand again and said, "You came over, I was very surprised." However, it is also a pleasure. ——A thousand mountains are not easy to make friends, but if they make friends, they must be devoted to each other. If you come here, it proves that Qianshan's friend is not wrong. ”

Xiao Yan said honestly: "I am here for the senior of Qianshan, and I am also here for my own martial arts advancement. If I get along with my seniors, my seniors will definitely make the same decisions as me. ”

Ji Guogong laughed and slapped the chair with his palm, "Okay!" ”

……

In the evening, Xiao Yan tasted Anbei's spirits.

"This wine is called Burning Fire and Melting Ice." Ji Guo is fair, "To fight on the ice field, this wine is indispensable." In the army, it is called Split Ice. Come, drink the three big drinks tonight and then go to bed, and keep you going to the ice field tomorrow to make a fire. He laughed.

Xiao Yan drank a cup of wine in one go, even if he used his true qi to relieve hangover, he also felt that his whole body was placed in a fire ball inside and out, and he had the feeling that his whole body was burning hot, but there was no strange feeling of burning pain.

Of course, what she drank was the finest fire melting ice brewed by the Murong clan, so that she could have the pleasure of burning all over her body, without the burning pain of choking her throat and burning her abdomen.

She drank it all the most.

Ji Guogong laughed, "Good boy! A slap on the high case, "Qianshan really didn't misunderstand you." ”

Xiao Yan felt speechless again: ...... Senior Qianshan was not mistaken, she was not drinking bars.

……

Maybe because of Ji Guogong's heroic sprinkling, or maybe because of Xiao Yan's free and easy, only the reception and cantony banquet of the guests and hosts actually drank a fiery momentum.

It was only at the moment when the door of the flower hall opened, and suddenly a strong and mellow smell of wine poured out.

Xiao Yan's face was dyed red, but his eyes were clear and clear.

The minister of Ji Guo ordered the steward of the palace to take her to the VIP room in the atrium garden to rest. When you enter the corridor, you will see lanterns with light yellow yarn hanging on the corridor, reflecting the slender, elegant and handsome orchids on the yarn lanterns. This is Xiao's gladiolus. Xiao Yan said in his heart: There is no lack of thoughtful and meticulous thoughts under the heroic temperament of Ji Guogong.

Under the colonnade near the steps, there stood a tall, thin and handsome man, nearly seven feet tall, standing there giving people a feeling of oppression, but it was not the heroic and majestic momentum of Ji Guogong, but a cold and pressing aura, like a sharp blade out of the sheath, staring at Xiao Yan's gaze as if it was like a paper-thin blade, sharp, and indifferent and mean.

"Shizi." The steward immediately stepped forward and saluted.

Sure enough, it was the son of the Murong family, Murong Jun.

Xiao Yan's eyes did not shy away from meeting his knife-sharp and indifferent and mean gaze, and he only raised his hands and made a flat salute, and looked directly at him: "Murong Shizi." ”

Murong Jun replied indifferently.

Although he is the son of the world, Xiao Yan is the grandmaster of the Cave True Realm, and the two are equal in terms of the status of etiquette.

His eyebrows straightened, and he had a cold and sharp feeling, and his voice was also cold, with a mean taste, "Don't die outside." ”

As he spoke, he didn't need Xiao Yan to answer, and his steps stepped down.

As he staggered by, he heard Xiao Yan's voice.

"She won't."

It's not that I'm not going to let her die.

It's that she won't die.

The voice is calm, trusting.

Murong Jun's steps were sluggish, and then he strode away.

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows, thoughtful.

It seems that the words are cold and mean, but they do not mean care.

Senior Qianshan, the eldest brother, is really a little ...... It's a surprise.

***

In the early morning of the next day, Xiao Yan came back to bathe and change clothes after practicing the knife, and when he went out to the reading room, he saw a woman with a light and soft body and a temperament as soft as willow silk sitting on the couch by the window, looking back at her and smiling softly: "I came in without passing the word, I took the liberty." ”

Xiao Yan immediately knew that this was what Ji Guogong said to her last night: "An elder in the clan who is good at disguise." - can be called an elder by the Duke of Ji Guo, at least her grandparents. Xiao Yan immediately stepped forward solemnly, bowed for a long time, and said, "Xiao Yan has seen the elders. He said respectfully, "When the elders come, it should be the younger ones who are coming, how dare you be presumptuous." ”

The woman with a beautiful face laughed softly, "As Qianshan said, he is a very beautiful and beautiful child. ”

Xiao Yan silently: ...... The senior would definitely not say that she was "very beautiful".

remembered that the first thing Ji Guogong said when he saw her yesterday was to praise her, "Good boy, good looks"......

No wonder A-Niang said: When you go to Murong's house, you must be a good child.

That's what it means...... The people of the Murong family evaluate a good child, first of all, they must grow up well.

Xiao Yan felt speechless, so he had to reply respectfully: "Dare to ask the juniors how to call the seniors?" ”

The woman smiled softly and said, "My name is no longer needed, the Dao name is illusory, you can call me Sister Phantom." ”

“……”

Xiao Yan was stunned.

When I first saw this one before, I saw that she was very young and beautiful but did not have the slightest internal strength, so she was just a girl with unique talent who had the ability of a master in the way of disguise but did not have the qualifications to practice martial arts, and later I learned that it was an ancestor who was at least sixty or seventy years old, even if she could maintain her appearance, she would not give people this feeling of being young and vigorous - then she could not see that she had internal strength, and the only possibility was that the other party's realm was far above her.

An ancestor of the innate grandmaster level, let her call her "Sister Phantom"?

Xiao Yan had a feeling of collapse.

***

Ji Guogong returned to the room with a fist in the morning, and suddenly laughed.

When Xiao Qiqi saw his great-grandmother, he must have collapsed and cried, right?

Hahaha.

His great-grandmother and aunt just like to pretend to be tender, and the more beautiful the child she sees, the more she likes to pretend to be tender.

…… Poor child.

I hope you don't scare too much of a shadow.

***

Xiao Yan had only one thought at this time.

Let her hurry to the ice field.

***

Half an hour later, Xiao Yan took a carriage out of the Jiguo Mansion, still wearing a white wolf mask on his face, but the face under the mask had been "renewed".

When the carriage left Xizhou City, Xiao Yan said goodbye to the "Phantom Sister" in the same car, and ran away with a sigh in his heart, and the soft laughter of Murong's predecessors came from his ears.

After touching for about an hour, out of the boundary of Xizhou, into Linzhou, the further north, the lower the temperature, not at all people feel that it is already the beginning of April in the summer season, as if the winter in Chang'an.

Xiao Yan passed the Linghan Mountain in Kezhou, and to the north was the Lingbei Ice Sheet on the border with the Oghuz Khanate, blowing cold air from the extreme north, and immediately felt that the temperature had dropped by ten degrees, and the Lingbei River that crossed the ice field from east to west was still a white and bright ice belt. The north and south of this wide ice belt are the territories of the Tang Dynasty and Oghuz respectively, and most of the cavalry battles between the two countries took place here.

This is a barren tundra land, from September to February of the following year, it was covered with snow and ice, and now it is late April, and the snow covered by the frozen soil has melted, revealing the earth, but it is still so barren that there is not even a root grass. Xiao Yan's suede boots stepped on the frozen soil, ** like iron, no wonder there was no grass.

Xiao Yan did not alarm the nearby Tang Army Outpost Fort.

The sentry fort on the border also has a Dongzhen Realm Grandmaster stationed on duty, she performed the Breathing Technique, and the Pure Heart Glazed Stone of the Fanyin Temple isolated the divine sense from visiting, and quietly crossed the Lingbei River, and also did not alarm the grandmaster of the enemy sentry fort on the ice field in the north, far away from the patrol of the cavalry, like flowing air, heading north.

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