The night sè is like lacquer, shrouding the four fields. The bright moon hangs high overhead, sprinkling boundless light on the mountains and rivers.

The deer water is like a belt, rushing and flowing on the side of the Zhou Ruins, and it has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

The majestic and towering altar of more than 100 years ago is now desolate, but it looks like a taller mound. Weeds stubbornly emerge from the solid rammed earth and swerve in the night wind.

The wind suddenly became stronger, sweeping through the reckless Shangyuan forest north of Zhouxu, making a tsunami-like sound. Let this night sè, it will be doubly desolate.

It has been a hundred years since the most prosperous time of this royal city.

Only the night is still the same, the bright moon is still the same, and the starry sky is still the same.

On the altar, several people in white clothes and high crowns sat around a small earthen platform and prayed in low voices. And on the small earthen platform, another figure dressed in white, with a skirt on the ground, was looking up at the vast starry sky overhead.

This is the figure of a slender girl, with long black hair pouring down her back, this long hair is so soft and black, as if it can reflect the shining starlight.

The girl's soft voice sounded, like a dream.

"Qiyao is out of order, and he is not in place. There are seven dust tails in the Jin Yao Star Domain, and between Jin Yao and Qin Di, it should be involved in Huoyao. If Jin Yao Huoyao moves, then Qi Yao has lost his position since that time? Is it really waiting for the opportunity to change in the world? What should this Qi Chen, which shakes Jin Yao?"

The girl's soft voice was high, as if coming from the sky. A white-clothed man with a high crown stood up, bowed and saluted: "Mrs. Qinhou, Jin Yao is out of order, and this matter should be dealt with." ”

The girl still tilted her head, and her voice was ethereal: "What should be the matter with the Seven Dust Tails accompanying Jin Yao, and who should they be? Except that the Seven Dust Tails are invisible, the Six Yao are faintly shaking, and what is the main auspicious and vicious? Why can't the opportunity of these Seven Dust Tails stir up the celestial phenomena? Why shouldn't they be anywhere in the world?"

Several white-clothed and high-crowned people bowed deeply, and the sound of prayer sounded in a low voice. On the altar, only the long-haired girl was still standing quietly, obsessed with the starry sky above her head.

In the midst of the prayers, the girl's voice sounded softly again: "Just when this Qiyao disordered celestial statue reappeared in the world, and the five-hundred-year-old Riyao True Law Refining Array also collapsed at the same time, could it be that Lingyun Ertai really can't stand side by side on the side of Lushui anymore, and Da Zhou, can never come back?"

Several white-clothed high-crowned people bowed their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

The girl was silent for a moment, looking up at the stars in the sky, and whispered to herself. Starlight sprinkled her long hair at this moment.

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Under the same starry sky.

Hundreds of figures, silently riding their horses up the mound. Under the starlight, it can be vaguely seen that these hundreds of people are wearing armor and holding soldiers, everyone is titled, and Ma Yi's mouth is reined. All I heard was a low wheezing and the sound of blades and armor clashing.

Beneath the mound was a camp of tents, with wooden fences set up around the camp. The sheep and horses were driven into the wooden fence at night, and from time to time there was a soft neigh.

There were a few torches on the wooden fence, illuminating the small area around it, and also reflecting the figures of several patrol guards. These patrol guards are tall, leather robes and hats, the weather is a little cold, these people are all in the leather robes, and they only lazily move for a while.

On top of the mound, a man rode his horse in front of hundreds of knights. He was in his thirties, which was the most prosperous age of his life. The mustache under his chin is as black as ink, and his back is straight on horseback, but the posture of this horse shows an awe-inspiring and pressing awe.

The rest of them were all in armor, but he was just dressed in a black robe, tied around his waist with a rhino belt, and there was no protection on his body. Across the saddle was a long, thick spear the thickness of a bowl. The black and heavy piece of the spearhead seemed to be a whole piece of iron, and it opened a three-edged sharp edge. However, with the weight of this spearhead, even if there is no front, it is enough to smash people to the point of breaking their tendons.

He looked at the camp at the bottom of his feet intently, and whispered to the left and right: "Let Nangong Yang come!"

The armor soldiers on his side whispered orders one by one. In a short time, I rode up the mound. On horseback was a much younger youth. Not only did he not wear armor, but he was also afraid that he was wearing a thin white robe as if he was not eye-catching. This white-robed young man has picturesque eyebrows, and there is always a smug taste between Gu Pan, and at a glance, he knows that he is a star who is born with a sāo bag.

The black-robed young man didn't look back, and asked in a low voice, "Nangong, how is it?"

The white-robed young man should be called Nangong Yang, and he raised his eyebrows: "The true legend of the Yuntai Sect, is there still a living mouth that can't be asked?" The night vigil scout has recruited everything, and below it is a small tribe called He Hun in the ghost side, with more than 2,000 mouths. Compared to the Rouran tribe that Shi Wuju defeated last time, it is still half of it, and it is three hundred miles deep, and how much hard work it has endured, it is still so much to lose. If I had known I wouldn't be coming!"

The black-robed young man scolded coldly: "How can you compare me to that ghost slave?"

Nangong Yang muttered in a low voice: "If it weren't for the fact that Fang Shi Wuju had never avoided the ghost attack, and invited himself to patrol between Qin and Zhao to prepare for Rouran, you wouldn't even be able to get this merit ............."

The black-robed young man looked back and glanced at Nangong Yang fiercely. Nangong Yang was not afraid, grinning, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

The black-robed young man snorted and ignored him, and raised his voice and said loudly to the hundreds of armor soldiers under his command: "This time I went deep for three hundred miles, chewing ice and lying in the snow, and it was extremely hard to prepare. However, the merit is just around the corner! There are three middle and ten lower public servants! The slaves and guests who have obtained are also all the scholars! If they win, they will fill the fields of the scholars with slaves, and raise their wives and children with gold, and boast of their villages! Even if they die in battle, it is also the glory of the Qin people's men. The Zhao people boasted that they rode jing, and they even rode to the seven marquis, but the Qin people were sharp, and they were all over the world!

Hundreds of knights immediately shouted loudly: "The Qin people are sharp soldiers, and they dominate the world!

In the middle of the night, this shout was heard far away. The camp under the hill near the water suddenly moved, more torches were lit, and figures came out of the camp curtain one after another, and the sound of people shouting and neighing became a ball. The cries of beasts came from the middle of the camp!

The black-robed young man sneered: "Nangong Yang, add fire to them!"

Nangong Yang raised his eyebrows, looking like he was giving up on me. Whispered a prayer: "Southern Bingding, at my call, leave the fire jing, soar in the sky!"

The surrounding air seemed to suddenly stir at this moment, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi continued to converge around Nangong Yang. He drew a circle with his hand. A small spark suddenly lit up in the circle, and it rose slowly under the gaze of everyone and flew westward, flying straight to the camp of Naga Hunbe.

Halfway through the flight, this Mars has become bigger and bigger, pulling out a long fire tail in the air, and then later, it has become a huge fire phoenix image with a head and tail and wings!

The fire phoenix was fierce, and it rushed into the camp curtain, and burst open, setting countless tents on fire. I don't know how many figures have turned into flaming torches, screaming and dancing wildly in the camp. Countless cattle mounts blew up the camp, screaming and scurrying around. You can also see a few black wolves as big as calves, with saddles on their backs, but their tails are burning and crazy, running around, and someone is in front of them, opening their bloody mouths and devouring them!

The black-robed young man picked up the heavy spear that weighed no more than a hundred catties with one hand, shouted and went down first. And hundreds of knights behind him, like a rolling torrent, poured down.

"Kill all the ghost slaves!"

In the blood-boiling shout, the white-robed young man named Nangong Yang was on the slope and did not follow, but looked at the bloody battle that was about to break out in front of him rather boredly, and finally yawned.

"When will I be able to go back to Qiyang, I'm homesick............ What is my big brother doing?"

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It's still the same starry sky, the same reckless wasteland.

Hundreds of black-robed knights were slowly walking from west to east on the wasteland, these knights were tall and strong, but not all of them were black-haired and black-eyed, and there was a mixture of alien appearances.

Among the team, there are two horsemen who are particularly eye-catching, a young man with long hands and long feet, with a rough appearance and an ordinary appearance, but there are two peculiarities. One is his white hair, which is extremely inappropriate for his age. The other place is his mount, which is an extremely strong black wolf, half a head taller than the horses of the knights around him, and his legs are full of strong streamlined muscles, although he only walks slowly with the team, but once he moves, his explosive power must be amazing! This wolf rider also wears a chew, carries a saddle sheath, and walks in the ranks in a regular manner, and at a glance you know that it is domesticated. But from time to time the low whimper rolling in his throat and the sharp teeth peeking out of his chew still revealed a hidden fierceness, and the surrounding mounts did not dare to come within ten paces of the wolf's ride.

Except for another white sè wolf rides.

The wolf's fur was smooth, shiny, and cleaner than the gray-haired young man's. It's only a little shorter than it.,Walking in front.,Tail wagging gently.,Ignore the same kind behind you.。

The knight was a woman, with a slender figure and a slender waist, but it seemed to hide an amazing explosiveness. The knightess's face and hair were wrapped in sackcloth, as if to protect her from the cold winds that swept across the wasteland. There is a trace of hair that slides out from the corner, but it is a bright golden sè, adding a touch of vivid sè color to such a black sè team.

The procession came to a halt, and then the sound of horses' hooves was heard, but two or three horsemen came back from the front. The first person was a white-robed young man, and his eyebrows were seven points similar to Nangong Yang, but he looked a little warmer than him. There is always a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, he had galloped in front of the two wolf riders, and although the horses ridden by the white-robed young man were also tall and majestic, they were ten paces away but they were screaming but not moving forward. The black wolf's silent bared teeth, as if to declare its territory. The white wolf just glanced at it without any care, and began to lick the fur off his legs.

The white-robed young man turned over and dismounted, patted his mount, stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Deputy Lieutenant Shi, grasp the traces of the Rouran people, they seem to continue to move eastward, and there is no trace of Zhao Guotu's riding activities, as if the door is open to let them in." It's about four or five days away from us, can you chase it?"

Then he smiled again: "It's been more than a month since I went deep into the Western Wilderness, and it used to be a place where the various tribes of Rouran were everywhere, but now it's empty, and there are only traces of many tribes moving eastward, and the Rouran Royal Court may have left Wujushui." This battle is not small. ”

The gray-haired young man jumped off the black wolf, rubbed his cheeks and said with a smile: "Just call me Shi Wuju, Nangong Doctor's two sons, Nangong Yang is lazy and has no proper shape, Nangong An, you are much better than him, but you are too serious and polite." How many times have we been born and died, and we still have to be born like this?"

Nangong An smiled: "Deputy Lieutenant Shi, you are amazingly talented, you are the number one master under the rule of Qin Hou, and at the age of twenty-eight, you have entered the first realm of marrow washing, who can not tremble in front of such a dazzling existence as you?"

Shi Wuju also smiled: "Then what is Qin Rui calling me a ghost slave?"

Then he waved his hand: "Don't laugh, Rouran made such a big move, straight into Qin Zhao, it seems that he is attached to their rich relatives, and the Western Wilderness is empty." It's so easy to catch their tracks, so how can I not go and see what is going on? Just keep up! I know all the hard work of the brothers. I'll reward you when I go back! Even if I empty my fiefdom, I won't let the brothers feel wronged! When I go to war, but I have gains, all of them are brothers!"

There was a cheer and whistle from the knights all around. Nangong An said with a smile: "Deputy Lieutenant Shi, what else is in your fiefdom? Under the rule of Marquis Qin, there are all the Qing doctors, but there is a fief, I'm afraid that Deputy Lieutenant Shi is the poorest? ”

Shi Wuju shook his head: "You Nangong family magician heirloom, but as a magician, where can you not be courteous under the rule of the Seven Marquis? How can I make you suffer so hard all the time? When the people from Yuntai come to the door, I can't afford to bear it." ”

Nangong An smiled gently: "Four or five days away, the Rouran tribe is impermanent, circling in the Western Wasteland, leaving any traces in the chaos, such a large Western Wasteland, except for my spells, who can accurately catch up with them? Needless to say, Rouran went deep in a big way, and the Zhao people acted strangely." I am also a Qin person, and I should do this effort. ”

Shi Wuju didn't say anything more, and nodded to Nangong An to express his gratitude. Nangong An returned the salute humbly, and nodded at the female knight who had been silent on the white wolf: "Shi Yao, I've worked hard these days. ”

The female knight named Shi Yao just snorted.

Nangong An didn't care, turned around and left, and then led his mount. The starry sky suddenly brightened, and everyone raised their heads and looked up at the canopy above them.

The seven dust tails, shining in the starry sky, pulled out a long comet tail and rushed towards the Jinyao Star Field. In the blink of an eye, he had already entered the golden space, and then suddenly burst out with a strong light. In the end, it disappeared, and in the starry sky, except for the invisible Riyao, even if it was so close, the moon that hung high in the sky like a silver basin shook it at this moment!

The next moment, the starry sky returned to normal, quietly lined up at the zenith. It's as if the vision had never happened.

Nangong An muttered, "Qiyao is out of order............ Seven Yao Disorder............ Could it be that the celestial phenomena that have reappeared in the past hundred and twenty years should first be in the Jinyao Division, the country of the Marquis of Qin?"

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