While remembering what Wu Jin said, Chang Long secretly observed his words and looks, and saw that Mo Lingfeng had a cold attitude, and sweated more and more for himself.

He thought that he had rolled a few firecrackers and knew a few big characters, so he could draw a gourd in the same way, so he volunteered to take a hundred disabled soldiers to study here, but only a big firecracker was drilled.

He couldn't help but take another look at Mo Lingfeng, and under Mo Lingfeng's fierce gaze, he lowered his strong body a little more, and sighed quietly in his heart.

Wu Jin saw him like this, so he got up and walked to his side: "Brother Chang, you are a martial champion, you are both talented and smart, I believe that as long as you find the trick, you will be able to understand everything."

With that, he slapped Chang Long on the shoulder: "How can we lose to Jin Yu."

Chang Long didn't dare to call himself the eldest brother, and he also knew that Wu Jin was a radical general, but he was used for it, and refused to admit defeat, his eyes were on fire, and he hated to immediately create a heaven-shattering thunder, so that Jin Yu would never dare to attack.

Pursing his lips vigorously, he straightened up, raised his head, and shook the roof tiles: "Within three months, the last general must be presented with iron thistles, otherwise he will come to see you."

Mo Lingfeng leaned his back back, crossed his ten fingers on his abdomen, stretched his legs, crossed his ankles, and spit out a ball of hot air, feeling that this military order was very boring, he got up and said, "You guys are here to discuss gunpowder, and I'll go to the Hulu River to have a look."

She grabbed the horsewhip, took the scarf from Wu Jin's hand and put it on, strode out of Hengshan Fort, took her accompanying soldiers, pressed her sword and left, and quietly descended Hengshan.

A few sparse stars hang high in the sky, illuminating the snow in the mountains, covering the rocks and dead trees, making it impossible to recognize the road, so that they can only walk through the forest, and their shoes step on the snow, making an unconcealed "crunching" sound.

The cold wind penetrates the bones, and the honeysuckle can occasionally be seen emerging in the snowdrifts, and there are camellia branches that fall to the ground long, so that the large red flowers are frozen by the ice and snow, and they are not thanked.

Mo Lingfeng stepped on the flower branch, broke the time that was stagnant here, and continued to walk down.

Beyond Hengshan, everything is silent, but in the long-abandoned Zhangjiabao, there is a fire shaking.

There was also the sound of music, and it was heard.

"This section of the Hanmen disciples swayed upward, called "The Wind Blows Through the Purple Cloud Pavilion", but it is a stroke of green ink over the mountain......

Mo Leaf's heart trembled violently.

She didn't open her mouth, but there was a voice in her heart: "Brother."

Zhao Shiheng died here, and his soul stayed here, so her brother may also be here!

Her steps became faster, the hem of her clothes flew, the wind whistled past her ears, she became faster and faster, and finally ran wildly, went straight to Zhangjiabao, stepped up three stone steps, and looked into the fort.

Whether it's a human or a ghost, she wants to see it again.

There was a bonfire in the open space of the fort, with a leg of mutton, and sheepskins on the side of the fire, and a golden woman with two braids hanging from the back of her head, a large gold ring hanging from her ears, and a forehead covered with forehead hair, and a fur coat, was dancing with her arms open, humming a little song that she learned from nowhere.

Mo Lingfeng stood on the last stone step, looking at everything in front of him, all his eagerness fell coldly, his heart was empty and indifferent, and the whole person quieted down and took the last step.

When the woman saw her, she stopped, was stunned for a moment, reached for the knife, and shouted "Zell".

In an empty room behind her, Zell with unkempt hair, a wound on his shoulder, and a fur wrapped in it—he was dark and thin, but his eyes were bright, and he stared at Mo Lingfeng with the ferocity of a beast, and for a moment, he turned into joy.

He grinned, his heart turbulent, and he didn't know what to do: "Mo—"

But in the next moment, the smile disappeared: "Don't—"

Mo Lingfeng opened her bow and set the arrow, aiming it at the sky, and just as the woman was also looking up at the sky in the direction of the arrow cluster, she pressed down the bow without warning, released the string, and shot the arrow straight towards the woman.

With a "boom", the woman took two steps backwards with the force of the arrow, stepped on the edge of the fire, and then stared at her eyes, turned her back to the sky, and smashed on the fire.

The erected pyre collapsed with a bang, splashing countless sparks, and the fire ignited the woman's braided hair and clothes, and burned a Shura field.

The joy of reunion after a long absence came to an abrupt end

Zell was so frightened that he couldn't make any moves, and by the time he came to his senses and rushed forward to try to save someone, it was too late.

He looked at the killer in front of him in disbelief.

This person is Mo Lingfeng, but he is not like Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng will not waste his strength and personally deal with the lone Jin Yu - this Mo Lingfeng, who seems to be powerful, will actually fall apart at any time.

What happened?

She must have lost the most important thing.

He didn't dare to think about it, but walked over to Mo Lingfeng, paused five steps away from her, and looked at the face that was clearly engraved in his mind: "God will not send down and kill people."

Mo Lingfeng's half-closed eyelids slowly lifted up, which was regarded as a tribute to his nonsense, handed the bow to the guards beside him, and turned to leave.

She has to rush back to Hengshan Fort, to return to Wu Jin - she needs Wu Jin, otherwise the little emptiness and desolation in her heart will quickly turn into a bottomless pit, and she will fall into a hell of nothingness.

Wu Jin!

Walking briskly, she ran again, and when she went up the mountain, she used her hands and feet at the same time, and she was panting halfway through, and she suddenly stopped.

Looking up, in the faint skylight, she saw Wu Jin holding a wooden staff in her right hand, holding a dead branch with her left hand, step by step, Chang Long led ten people to follow him, walking tremblingly.

"Wu Jin." She shouted, and the fear that had been pressing down on her heart receded, giving her face emotion.

She strode up, walked to Wu Jin's side, and grabbed Wu Jin's left hand.

Wu Jin's body was hot and sweaty, and after a pause, he replied, "It's time to go home."

Mo Lingfeng hugged him and walked up: "Okay, Cheng San will wait for me to eat tomorrow."

On the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Cheng Taishan went to Mofu to pick up Mo Lingfeng for the New Year.

Cheng Taishan saw that she had lost sharp edges and corners on her face in a short period of time, and he felt sad, but his face was not obvious, and he only said when he dismounted at the door of the house: "Your sister-in-law started buying it early this morning, and now I don't know if it has stopped."

There were a few firecrackers in the door, Mo Lingfeng's fingers immediately moved, and then let go, Cheng Taishan saw it in his eyes, sighed silently, and didn't dare to think about how she lived in the fortress - the grass and trees were all soldiers, and there was no moment of peace, just like just now.

"The Golden Captives haven't stopped yet?"

Mo Lingfeng replied briefly: "It's too peaceful right now."

The two walked inside and entered the door of Cheng's house, and when Cheng Taishan's grandsons saw Cheng Taishan, they immediately changed from eagles to chickens, folded their wings, and stood in the firecrackers all over the ground and saluted: "I've seen General Mo, grandfather."

Cheng Taishan kicked away the mouse under his feet: "In the future, at home, you don't have to call General Mo, you don't have to call Aunt and Grandmother."

The children said "ah", looked at each other, looked at Mo Lingfeng with a calm face, and then looked at Cheng Taishan's slap, they could only respond with the sound of the urn, and when Cheng Taishan waved his hand, they couldn't wait to disperse.