The samurai, led by Jiaohe, took the lead in meeting the rushing demons, the hooves of the horses shook the fine yellow sand, and blood flowed from the sharp scimitars.

They roared on horseback!

They raise their proud scimitars on horseback!

They charged!

The samurai rushed into the vague sand mist, and in the hoarse roars and roars, the scimitars continued to show a cold inch, the claws pierced the heart as if to stagnate the air, and when a horse that had lost its owner broke free from the sand mist in a panic, the armor warriors all looked ahead.

The demon's long tongue licked the blood from its claws, and its saliva dripped onto the samurai's corpse, and instead stared at its prey, locking Jiao Hongxue's shield array.

Jiao Hongxue's face was pale, he looked condescendingly at the armor soldiers in front of him and behind him on horseback, raised his giant sword with his arm tight, and shouted to the sky!

"Promoting !!"

The armorers shouted in unison, and immediately calmed their pace, slowly advancing forward step by step. They are all soldiers brought up by Jiao Hongxue, in the mouths of the people of Kyushu, or in the mouths of military attachés and veterans of the battlefield, Jiao Hongxue is known as a solid leader.

But this title does not refer to him as a person, but to the solid army he leads, and all the soldiers under him are calm characters with tigers in their chests and sniffing roses.

The army is never a general term for one person, but a collective term. Maybe Jiao Hongxue has replaced his army and become synonymous with calmness, but after walking to the battlefield and being seen with their own eyes, people will say the last sentence from the bottom of their hearts.

This army is the strongest shield in the world!

The demons followed one after another like the torrent of mountains and rivers, and the black pressure made people flee when they heard the wind. But the western garrison where Jiao Hongxue was located stepped forward bravely and decisively, pushing sideways!

The two sides suddenly came into contact, and there was a dense roar from the giant shield, and the shield surface of the claw thorn was scarred, and the armorers gritted their teeth and held on, and their pace was finally stopped by the fierce force in the difficult advance.

They froze in place, Changge stabbed into the demon's chest through the crack, countless demons fell, countless demons rushed up.

Finally, a shield broke, and the burly body fell under the claws, and the gap was suddenly opened!

All the armor soldiers drew their swords and joined the melee, although the blood sprinkled with yellow sand made them fight endlessly, they could not withstand the flow of people like a sea, and gradually showed a tendency to retreat.

"General." The guards asked as they were wary of the demons in front of them, "You have been calm for half your life, and today you are completely crazy, are you happy?"

Poof!

Black blood rolled down the sword body, and Jiao Hongxue raised the back of her hand to wipe away the blood stains on her lips.

"From the moment my sister died, I was already insane." His eyes showed murderous intent and madness, "Happy!"

He swung his giant sword to kill forward, as if he had changed into a completely radical and irritable person, the giant sword took away a head every time it stabbed, and the figure rushed to the forefront in a crazy rush!

And there, in the position broken by Jiao Hongxue, two silent figures appeared.

Jiaohe hugged the seriously wounded Burigood, and waved the sword in his hand in an orderly manner, forcing anyone who wanted to get closer.

Jiao Hongxue rushed forward and forced away the demon, and several armor soldiers immediately shrewdly protected the two.

Overwhelmed by the momentary slackness of the battle, he looked at Břigood's chest, where the severed claw thorns remained. The heart had been pierced, and Břigood's face was as pale as paper.

"Jiaohe ......" Burigood's lips were overflowing with blood, and the bloodied hand grabbed Jiaohe's wrist, "Am I brave in this battle?"

Jiaohe gasped and looked at him in a daze, and only nodded silently after a moment.

"Worthy of the great Burigood, right?" Břigood squeezed out a relaxed smile through pain, "Don't remember me like this, remember the way we first met."

With a trembling hand, he took off the silver bells from his long hair, and whispered hoarsely, "When I was young, I was in the right court of the desert. You gave me this, remember?"

Jiaohe stretched out his hand and took it tremblingly, and he shook it

"How could I forget, I am afraid you don't know, that I recognized you when I was on the shore, through it."

The silver bells make a pleasant jingle in the wind.

"You're always ...... Woo...... Don't talk about it." Burigood's breath was weak, and the blood in his throat jammed his words, but his gentle eyes reflected Jiaohe's grief-stricken face, "You should tell me...... It's mine...... Sand."

Jiaohe's long finger touched Burigood's lips lightly, and he whispered, "Shhh I'll go with you."

The sunlight in the sky suddenly became gloomy with the words, the wind howled, rolling the yellow sand and gravel of the desert, and a whistling was coming with the wind in the distance.

Burigood reached out and stroked Jiaohe's face, staining him with sticky blood on the side of his face.

Břigood squinted and laughed, and said in a stumbling manner, "No...... Yes...... Ah, I promised...... ...... of the Oath Wind...... No...... Turning Away from the Sand ...... of." Z.br>

The gasp in his chest was also faint, and his detached hand fell. Jiaohe immediately caught it, and he burst into tears, whimpering and not speaking.

Before he died, he looked at him and said, "Let me obey...... Oath."

The last words were spat out, and the desert's whimper turned into a wild howl.

Jiao He hugged Burigood and hung his head in a throbbing chok.

But at this moment, Burigood's hand suddenly became lighter, and Jiaohe raised his head in surprise, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

Burigood's body suddenly turned red slowly, and red flames suddenly ignited from his body, and then burned in an instant, turning into a blazing fire.

But this flame was warm but not hot, so that Jiaohe still hugged himself and no one noticed anything unusual.

And at this moment, the roar in the distance was close.

All the remnants of the armor looked in horror at the ferocious sandstorm that rose to the sky in the distance, and hurriedly moved closer to their companions behind them.

Burigood's body burned out in the flames, and the serene face that fell in Jiaohe's eyes gradually disappeared with the flames, turning into embers and floating in the air.

As the sandstorm struck, the demons were swept into the sky, howling fiercely across the desert.

Jiaohe stared at the embers in the sky, watching them be swept into the sandstorm, watching the sandstorm drive away the fleeing demons like a madness.

Jiaohe remembered.

There is a legend in the desert about Burigud, and legend has it that the true god Talateng once told him that when he died, he would turn into a sandstorm in the desert night and would make a comeback!

"It's not a legend." Jiaohe watched the incoming sandstorm with tears in his eyes, and he opened his arms as if to hug him, "You're back again, my wind."

The raging sandstorm was like a robe covering the heavens and the earth, and in an instant, it seemed to welcome the embrace of the Sujiaohe River, leading him to the darkness.

Jiao Hongxue was holding a giant sword, he was covered with hideous wounds, and the armor in front of him was still holding a giant shield in front of him, but his eyes were already closed.

Jiao Hongxue raised her hand and touched her chest, and then spread out her palm to look at the blood on her palm.

He looked at the cloudy sky, looked at the snowflakes that suddenly fell, and remembered the midnight when he left Chongdu.

He swallowed the blood that poured up his throat and said with a soft smile.

"This snow is so white......

"White like your umbrella......

"Like a Lotus ......"

11 years of Nakaeong.

Solar terms, heavy snowfall.

The hard life of the Zhen family came to an end, and the Zhen Wangfu was amnesty, and after the seal in front of the mansion was removed, several brightly dressed Yanyun Pavilion geisha pushed open the door and entered the palace under the guidance of the people.

The geisha didn't care about the eyes of the people at all, except for the geisha, they were exiled to the Zhen clan in Manhongguan many years ago, and now they can still live a good life only because of Lu Bupin's secret assistance, and they were sold to be a geisha before they were able to return to Chongdu.

Now that Zhen Yi's old case has been overturned, the Zhen family has also been pardoned and acquitted, and they have also chosen to return to their homeland on this day.

But the palace is no longer what it was remembered in the past, and the courtyard is overgrown

Raw, the steps are covered with moss, and even the eaves are leaking wind and rain, and the dilapidated and bleak are like the graves of the next year.

Rolled up his sleeves to carry water and sweep the floor, arranged and cleaned up the old home, and in the busy figure of the geisha, Lu Bupin slowly walked into the door.

The firewood room in the backyard was still there, pushing open the creaking door. Lu Bupin looked around at the stacks of firewood in the house, smelled the musty smell, and his heavy heart slowly relaxed, and then closed the door.

"The deer is not good." A gentle voice came from behind him, "Isn't it?"

Lu Bupin turned around slowly, looked at the figure standing in the courtyard, and said calmly, "Your Majesty is here, what's the matter?"

Liu Taijing stared at him, the corners of his mouth sketched a playful smile, and said, "I have some questions here, and Mr. Lu may be able to give me the answers."

Lu Bupin saluted respectfully first, and he said, "Your Majesty, it's okay to ask."

"Yuan Ji, he is Zhen Ke's ridiculous dead soldier." Liu Taijing was dressed in a plain robe, looking like a gentle scholar, "Or your dead soldier?"

Lu Bupin replied calmly, "Naturally, it is the dead man of Miss."

Liu Taijing stepped over the grass and stood in front of the dead tree, he looked at the deer through the steps, and said, "If he is Zhen Ke's ridiculous dead soldier, then why did you let him fall into such a field?"

Lu Bupin squinted his eyes slightly and said, "The grass people don't know what His Majesty said, please elaborate."

Ants crawl among the dead trees, and earthworms emerge from the soil in the scarred roots, revealing the rot within.

"Now that he is a foregone conclusion, he will not be pitied by heaven in this life." Liu Taijing peeled off the wrinkled bark and looked at it in front of him, "All of this is done by you on purpose."

Lu Bupindu slowly descended the steps and said, "I am an ordinary person, how can I let him enter the devil?"

Liu Taijing's soft smile suddenly revealed a cold edge, and he replied as if-for-tat.

"It starts with you giving him seven slaughters."

Qitu was still clenched in his hand, and even though Yuanji was deeply unconscious, that hand clenched the hilt of the sword endlessly.

Qi Zhou Zhenren came to diagnose and treat the pulse for several days, and the endless rare medicine stones were like mud cows entering the sea and feeding them, but they still couldn't let Yuanji wake up. His body was getting thinner and thinner, and he was dying at a rate visible to the naked eye, his skinny body was covered by a thin quilt, and his pale face gradually revealed a dead and silent look.

Jiang Guo waited day and night to take care of her, she put a drained cloth on Yuanji's face and wiped it, but her eyes couldn't stop crying because of sadness.