On the first day, Liang Fenghou returned to Manhong Pass with the exile team, last night's rain soaked his armor, his military boots soaked in water, and he stepped on the stone slab to leave footprints.

Jiaohe followed behind him and told him a rough idea of what happened last night, he listened silently without saying a word, strode across the corridor, and walked towards the study.

The incense in the study was burned more than half, Liu Shuoyun changed into a scholar's robe, sat alone in front of the window and read a book, his delicate face was like the green mountains and green waters that first appeared after the snow.

Cleanly clean and spotlessly clean.

Biansai's hard life smoothed out the arrogance he once had as a scholar, leaving only a calm elegance.

At this moment, although he was holding a scroll in his hand, his mind had already flown out of the window, worrying about the two figures in the vast snowfield.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Liu Shuoyun didn't reply, but said softly: "I'm back." ”

"You'd better explain this to me." Liang Fenghou got straight to the point, "Pegasus sent a message asking me to delay the team, but you let the young lady out of the plug." She's only twelve! Have you ever wondered what to do if you meet a foreigner? ”

He took off his helmet and rested on the small table, revealing a serious face that had been washed by the wind and dust, and immediately raised his foot to hook the stool, and sat down with a slightly gloomy face.

"If I don't let go, what should you do?" Liu Shuoyun put down the scroll, "You want to send the young lady to the Jiang family in Yanzhou, but the Jiang family has a rebellious and collaborating princess, you can't guess it if you think about it carefully?" ”

"The Jiang family is the princess's own family." Liang Fenghou took off his armor with a cold face, "Lord Jiang loves his granddaughter very much, and a secret letter has already been sent to me." The princess was born in Yanzhou, and in her early years, she and Le Wushuang were called both books and pianos, and if the young lady was raised in Yanzhou, she would be a talented girl in the future. ”

Liang Fenghou slowly understood the bracers, but his eyes were staring at Liu Shuoyun.

Liu Shuoyun was ordered to come to Manhongguan to serve as a lieutenant in his early years, and at that time, the soldiers in the pass saw him as a sour scholar with fine skin and tender meat, and no one looked down on him, but Liang Fenghou was polite to him.

In the barren land of Biansai, there are not many things that can build friendships. The reason why the two have been able to get along for so many years is because of the same heart and mind poured out of blood sand and spirits.

So Liu Shuoyun understands what Liang Feng Hou is angry about, but he has his own reasons.

Liu Shuoyun took a dry handkerchief and handed it to him, and then said calmly: "Yanzhou is good, but Miss is a fugitive now, and it is just another cage for her." Fenghou, I understand that you have your plans, but no one can calculate that His Majesty will think that General Zhen is collaborating with the enemy and treason. ”

"I believe that if the sky falls, the general will not cooperate with the enemy!" Liang Fenghou shook his feet coldly, and his military boots slammed under the table, "The general is not in politics, the prince orders, don't dare to disobey." I'm just going to fight, and the rest has nothing to do with me. ”

He wiped the wet hair from his head with a handkerchief, and the water dripped down his wheat-colored neck to between his collarbones, and the wet placket pressed against his chest, and his heavy snort fogged in the air.

He is always angry, the king's life and kindness are wavering in Liang Fenghou's heart, but the weight is the same.

Liu Shuoyun bent down and picked up the military boots and put them on the edge of the collapse, walked to Liang Fenghou and sat down, and said, "You are angry with me, I understand." I'm to blame for this. ”

Liang Fenghou looked at him coldly, snorted, and said, "Hmph, what's so angry?" Captain Pontus was very generous. ”

Liu Shuoyun knew Liang Fenghou and knew that he was a cold-faced person with a warm heart.

He laughed, pointed at Liang Fenghou, and said, "Yo, I'm in a hurry." ”

Liang Fenghou threw the veil on Liu Shuoyun's face.

Liu Shuoyun took off the veil, and after laughing a few times, Zhengse said, "There are people outside the plug to answer, you don't have to worry." ”

Liang Fenghou's hand stopped rubbing, was silent for a moment, and said, "You explain it to me clearly." ”

Liu Shuoyun took the teapot in his hand to make tea, and said slowly: "It's winter, and the foreign invaders are short of food, so most of them haunt the border county to prepare for grain, and no one dares to go to the north." ”

"To the north is Fengzhou, and there is ......" Liang Fenghou looked sideways, "You sent the young lady into the Ten Thousand Swords Gate?" ”

Liu Shuoyun bowed his head and said, "Exactly." ”

Liang Fenghou showed a surprised look, Wanjianmen is a Xiuzhen sect, far away in Fengzhou in the north of the desert, where snow falls all year round, and it is a holy place for foreign reverence.

Cultivating the truth and seeking the Tao, that is the dream of immortals. He really couldn't imagine that Liu Shuoyun could actually let Zhen Kexiao worship in the Ten Thousand Swords Gate.

"Someone sent me a letter." Liu Shuoyun sighed, "If Miss Ruo enters the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, this move is not bold, and it is even more of a death." ”

Liang Fenghou rubbed his chin and pondered, he didn't have a beard, he looked like a son behind the gate, but he had been fighting in the desert all these years, and there was more cold blood in his eyebrows.

He propped up the small table and stepped on the edge of the stool, and his temperament suddenly changed into a ruffian, and asked, "Can you guarantee that Wanjianmen will accept Miss Entry?" ”

"The letter promises." Liu Shuoyun handed the tea to him, "I will definitely be able to accept Miss as an apprentice." ”

Liang Fenghou took the tea, lowered his eyes slightly, and asked, "Who sent that letter?" ”

Liu Shuoyun knew the truth behind his suspicions, and then told him honestly: "The palace steward, the deer is not good." ”

Liang Fenghou raised his eyebrows, as if he thought of something strange, he said: "I entered the palace with you for a banquet in the early years, and I remember that a little guard has been following the young lady and has a close intersection with the housekeeper Lu Bupin. I heard from the soldiers of the forbidden army in the west of the city that the young lady was followed by a teenager when she fled. ”

"That's Lu Bupin's adopted son, named Yuanji." Liu Shuoyun got up and picked up the armor that was thrown on the ground, "He killed the people of the forbidden army in the west of the city." ”

"I've seen the wounds of the corpse, and the throat is sealed with a knife, clean and neat." Liang Fenghou smiled at the corner of his mouth, "The knife technique is quite good." ”

Liu Shuoyun put the armor on the wooden frame, but recalled the scene of last night in his mind, and he replied with emotion: "This young man is the dead man of the young lady." ”

Liang Fenghou got up and lay down on the couch, pillowed the back of his head with his hands, and asked, "I heard from the people below that he was injured." ”

Liu Shuoyun's fingertips ran through the frayed gaps in his armor, where faded blood stains remained, the same as last night's blood.

It's filthy.

He sighed sadly: "Very badly injured. ”

Liang Fenghou stared at the old ceiling, and said thoughtfully: "I hope this kid can escort Miss all the way, if Miss enters the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, we can also have an explanation for the general." ”

Liu Shuoyun walked to the desk by the window and sat down, the hazy warm sun outside the window shining on his side face.

He was silent for a moment and said, "I hope he is safe and sound." ”

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The yellow sand outside the plug is covered with a thin layer of snow, the cold wind howls, and the fine sand mixed with the melted snow water makes the road viscous like a swamp.

The war horse galloped all night, turning over the low mountain passes, and the blood in Yuanji's abdomen dripped down the horse's neck, leaving a long trail of blood along the way.

His face was pale, his mind was confused, and he often showed signs of turning over and falling off his horse.

Zhen Kexiao pulled him all the way and called his name, and he bit the tip of his tongue to forcibly refresh himself, but he couldn't stop the endless flow of blood from the wound.

Finally, when he crossed a hillside and the warm sun shone on Motoyoshi's face, his half-open and half-closed eyes gradually closed, and he immediately fell off his horse.

Zhen Kexiao couldn't hold the reins and fell over.

The sinking snow was very thick, Yuan Ji rolled downhill dejectedly, Zhen Kexiao hugged him, and the two rolled down the slope like this.

The horse lost its restraints and ran farther and farther into the distance, and soon only a small black shadow remained.

Zhen Kexiao struggled to get up from the snow, she hugged Yuanji and choked up and shouted: "Yuanji, Yuanji, wake up!" ”

Yuan Ji held his eyelids and said hoarsely, "Miss, let's go." ”

Zhen Kexiao's palm touched his bloody abdomen, and the palm was full of sticky blood, and she withdrew her hand in fright.

She cried and said, "Yuanji, get up, I'll carry you away." ”

"No need, Miss." Yuan Ji raised his arm and pointed in the direction of the north, "Go there, someone will pick you up." ”

Zhen Kexiao looked at the trembling arm, the blood had coagulated. She grabbed Yuanji's hand and cried out, "No, come with me." Let's go together. ”

"Miss will avenge the general in the future." Yuan Ji squeezed a painful smile, "Miss still has a long way to go, and Yuan Ji can't accompany Miss to go down." ”

"No! You said you were going to be my guard for the rest of my life. Zhen Kexiao lifted his arm hard, "A lifetime is still a long time." ”

She carried it for a while, but she couldn't lift it, she was hungry all the way to exile, and she couldn't stop crying when she learned the cause of her father's death.

She suddenly hated that she was only twelve years old, she hated herself as a child, she hated everything, she hated everything that hindered her in this world, but after all, she hated that she couldn't do anything.

"Motoyoshi." She gradually stopped crying, "If you don't leave, then I won't leave either." ”

She hugged Yuanji in her arms, and said with empty eyes: "You have always been with me since I was a child, and this time I will accompany you, and I will always accompany you." ”

Motoyoshi couldn't hear it, and the scene in his vision seemed to turn white, and the intense pain made him faint, and sleepiness came over him.

Zhen Kexiao seemed to be still muttering something, he couldn't hear it clearly, his will gradually collapsed, and his eyes slowly closed.

Zhen Kexiao hugged him and hummed a ballad, this song was hummed by her mother when she taught her to learn words, the tune was soft, soothing and long.

Her mother always said that when she was uncomfortable, she would hum this song.

But this song reminded her of her mother, of the two of them sitting on the verandah under the eaves and writing, of her mother who fell in the snow and never got up.

Sweetness, pain, sadness, hatred, mixed complex emotions repeatedly emerged on the girl's face.

This resentment caused tears to flow uncontrollably, and she raised her head to the sky on the empty snowfield, and began to cry out loud!

The terrible cry spread into the distance with the cold wind, the towering snow peaks whimpered and shook, the snow collapsed violently, swept down like a wave, and the surging snow waves rushed out of the cliff and swooped down towards Zhen Kexiao and Yuan Ji below!

Rumble!

Zhen Kexiao's eyes reflected the white snow, and the moment when he was about to be covered by an avalanche-

Scold!

A whistling sound pierced through the heavens and the earth, and then a dazzling bright light suddenly pierced the sky!

It seemed to be a sharp sword light, as if cutting through the wind and snow and cutting the past, with an indomitable momentum, Huo Ran cut off the snow waves!

Zhen Kexiao raised his head in a daze, and saw a white shadow suddenly galloping towards him at the moment when the snow waves were crossing!

Before she could see what it was, she saw an arm quickly reach out, suddenly grabbed the two of them, and in an instant, rushed out with the two of them!

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous." The voice was crisp, "I almost got buried in the snow." ”

Zhen Kexiao, who was blown by the wind, squinted slightly, she looked around in a panic, and was shocked to realize that she was in mid-air, and the person holding her was stepping on a brilliant fairy sword!

This man was dressed in white, his long hair fluttered in the wind behind his head, and his side face was as white as jade, as if it was made of snow, so that people could not take their eyes off it.

Zhen Kexiao opened her mouth and was poured a few mouthfuls of cold wind, and she asked with difficulty, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm here to pick you up." The man said as he stepped on his back foot, and the fairy sword slowed down so that the wind suddenly decreased a lot, and he smiled and said, "It's good that your cry caused an avalanche, otherwise I wouldn't have found you." ”

Zhen Kexiao asked in surprise, "Did the deer steward ask you to pick me up?" ”

When the man heard this, he turned his head sideways, and his face was so cheerful that he relaxed, and he said, "Yes." ”

This is a pair of deep eyes, the eyebrows are straight like a sword, the smile is soothing and warm, and the temperament is even more dusty and fascinating.

He seemed to notice that Zhen Kexiao was still doubting his identity, so he smiled and said, "My name is Lu Hanxiao, a disciple of the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. ”

"Wanjianmen ......" Zhen Ke looked ahead with a smile in confusion, "What is that place?" ”

Lu Hanxiao raised his chin and motioned for her to look ahead: "That's the Ten Thousand Swords Gate." ”

Zhen Kexiao looked at his line of sight, and Huo Ran saw that the hazy snow mist gradually drifted away, and the sky showed a clear and unsullied scene in the blink of an eye.

It is as if the sky is a mirror stretching to the horizon, reflecting the well-veined staircase on the snowy peaks and the snow-capped peaks.

She gradually gazed at the pavilions on the top of the mountain, and muttered in her mouth.

"Ten Thousand Swords Gate ......"

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