This voice shocked the Jin soldiers into a cold sweat, Pu Chahar is responsible for the defense of Chang'an City, although he is not the highest local military commander, but the duty is very important, if he rebels, the foreign enemy can go down, Chang'an is resting!

The girl frowned, Puchahar was originally a wine bag and rice bag, relying on the nepotism of the lady to sit in this position, usually the fox and the tiger do not do the right thing, I heard that I was extremely afraid of the inside, at this time suddenly rebelled, it is a big crime to punish the nine clans, he Puchahar ate the leopard gall?

Jin Bing saw black smoke billowing from a distance in the direction of the city gate, and the shouts of killing shook the sky, and he became more and more frightened.

The golden soldier said urgently: "County Lord, please allow your subordinates to suppress the traitors!"

The leaders all said, "Think twice, the county lord!"

The girl thought for a moment, sighed, and said to Xiao Fan, "Let it go" and glanced at the thousands of people, and the golden soldier trumpeter immediately blew the horn, only to see the large group of golden soldiers quickly retreating in the direction of the city gate.

The beggar gang disciples saw that the situation of nine deaths and one life was broken like this, and they couldn't believe it, and when the Jin soldiers retreated, they only flicked the crown to celebrate, and looked at Gongsun Yang and others with eyes full of gratitude.

Xiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone was saved, and said softly, "Thank you....", suddenly found that his actions with the girl were really ambiguous, and he couldn't help blushing, lowered his head, but forgot to let go...

The girl was a little amused when she saw that he was shy, but she still hugged herself tightly, how could she be addicted to eating tofu? This cheeky person was so cheeky, but there was a trace of joy in her heart, and she felt that it didn't matter if she was held by him all the time.

After all, the daughter's family was thin-skinned, and the girl said angrily, "Bastard, don't let me go!"

Xiao Fan was startled and hurriedly let go, the two looked at each other, Xiao Fan stammered, "Yes... I'm sorry... I.... My name is Xiao Fan."

The girl laughed out loud, thinking to herself why this kid suddenly introduced himself at this time...

"Yelusu" the girl said softly, turning her head to look at the beggars, a sinister aura rose between her eyebrows, she snorted coldly, and said murderously, "Today, this girl will let you go, and you will not appear in my Dajin Kingdom in the future, otherwise you will see one and kill the other!"

The beggar gang disciple was concerned about Shangguan Lin, and had no intention of arguing with her again, Shangguan Yun hugged his fists and said, "Thank you Gongsun seniors, the green mountains have not changed, the green water has flowed for a long time, this great favor has been recorded by my beggar gang!" He had seen the battle just now, and he knew that Gongsun Yang was really a first-class master, and he rescued everyone again, and his attitude was already heartfelt and respectful at this time.

Gongsun Yang waved his hand, still with a cold face, and did not return the salute, and the beggar helped the disciple to support Shangguan Lin and slowly left.

Gongsun Yang said, "Mo Lao Dog, since you have started today, there will be no incense between you and me, and the next time we meet, we will never die."

Mo Laosan had recovered at this moment, his triangular eyes were a little fierce, and he replied, "Hmph, little junior brother, I don't know who will kill the deer! You can't sit in the head position for a long time, believe me, hahahahaha"

Gongsun Yang ignored him anymore and said, "Xiao'er, Ji boy, let's go"

Yelu Su watched Xiao Fan and the others gradually move away, and suddenly heard Gongsun Yang's old immortal words coming intermittently with the wind, "Boy.... Pickle girl means.... Gao Ming....."

The girl gritted her teeth and said heavily, "Mo Lao, let's go", but she didn't know what it was like to be lost.

"Master, where are we going?" asked Xiao Fan.

"The old man originally wanted to take you back to Suzhou and pay homage to Xiao Chengyi's kid..."Gongsun Yang sighed slightly, "There is something more important now, let's go back to Snow Mountain"

Gongsun Yang paused for a moment and suddenly asked, "Xiao'er, how did Mo Laogou slap you just now?"

"It was so cold at first, but then somehow a breath of heat broke it up," Xiao Fan replied truthfully.

"Oh, what a breath of heat?"

"Oh, that's it" Xiao Fan's heart moved, and a scorching true qi rushed to the palm of his hand, Xiao Fan only felt that his palm was warm and swollen, this is the perception of people who practice internal strength, others only saw that his palm was slightly red, and there was nothing other abnormal, Gongsun Yang knew all the illusions of those who practiced internal strength, and hurriedly asked, "Do you feel that your palm is about to burst?"

Xiao Fan nodded noncommittally.

Originally, after practicing internal strength for one or two decades, some small achievers would first feel that the dantian was swollen and cracked, and then practice for twenty or thirty years before they could feel the high uplift of the acupoints in the middle of the body, but others could not see any clues, at this time, the practice of internal strength has been completed, and Gongsun Yang's more than 70 years of internal force cultivation can only feel that the thighs and arms are slightly expanded, and it takes more than a hundred years of hard work to make the ends of the limbs feel full?

Gongsun Yang was secretly surprised, "This kid inadvertently spied on the essence of the supreme martial arts, and after returning to the mountain gate, he can't use the usual law, even though my Snow Mountain Sect's Xuangong Mind Method is wonderful, but it can't reach this child's cultivation, how can he be born.... I really want to let him in there..."

Thinking of this, Gongsun Yang smiled helplessly, and said to himself, "Blessing and curse, everything is fate after all, it depends on his own creation."

Xiao Fan and the others didn't know why, seeing him sigh for a while and smirk, they had been with Gongsun Yang for some time, and it was not strange to know that he was moody.

The three of them walked on the road for more than ten days, there was already an autumn wind along the way, the bitter cold land of the Western Regions, most of the people were dressed in single clothes, and their faces were hungry, Xiao Fan said, "Master, these people are not clothed, how did they survive the winter?"

Gongsun Yang said, "Although the poor people in the Western Regions cannot be rich and rich, they can be self-sufficient, and the population has been almost half of the population in successive wars, and there are some old and young women left, but you want them to make a living."

Xiao Fan said: "The golden man is really hateful!"

Gongsun Yang said, "Not only the Jin soldiers, but also the Mongols and the Song people, the government only protects those rich areas, who will care about the life and death of these 'foreign people'"

Xiao Fan sighed, "If all the ethnic groups are safe, there will be no war..."

Gongsun Yang smiled and said, "Oh, children's hearts, when you grow up, you will know that between people, the weak and the strong, eternal and unchanged"

Ji Hao asked, "Mr. Gongsun, how long will it take to get to the snow mountain, my feet are all cocooned."

Gongsun Yang said, "If you can't get there before the first snow, you will have to wait until the spring of the next year to enter the mountain.... Let's go."

The three of them had nothing to say, and on this day they came to a mountain wild house, Gongsun Yang bought two hens with silver, and bought a lot of game jerky, filled with three skins of water, and said, "After the mountain road is rugged, there is no foothold, so have a good rest today."

Xiao Fan and the others have lived in a broken kiln thatched hut for many years, but they are content to shelter from the wind and rain, and they eat the sweet potato porridge made by the master's family, and then fall asleep.

Gongsun Yang was meditating alone in the courtyard, and suddenly heard the sound of servants in the sky getting closer, knowing that it was the sound of a pigeon flapping its wings, and lifted his breath to the roof, and a gray flying slave pounced down and stopped on his shoulder.

Gongsun Yang took out the note and read it carefully, sure enough, it was Luo San'er's news, but the font was beautiful, and it was thought that it was Luo Jingshu ghostwriting.

The letter briefly said that Luo San'er helped the beggars get out of trouble, but in this way, the identity of Puchahar could no longer be used, and Gongsun Yang saw that the person who wrote the letter was stable and should write in a safe environment, so he ignored it, released the flying slave, and went to sleep by himself.

The Snow Mountain Sect is located on a small plain between two mountain peaks, one is called Luoyi Peak, the other is called Shennu Peak, these two peaks are covered with snow all year round, and they look misty from a distance, and they do have a bit of heavenly and earthly charm.

The three of them walked on the mountain road for two days, and their feet were already covered with snow, ordinary plants and trees were extremely rare, and they were surrounded by larch, cedar, birch and other cold-tolerant plants.

Ji Hao only felt that the snow fell on his neck, and he reached out to grab it, but a few more snow flakes rolled down. When the boy looked up, he was shocked to see a man hanging head down, bottom upright, straight on a cedar tree, eyes closed and seemed to have been dead for a long time.

"Old.... Old gentleman!old gentleman!Xiao Shao~" Ji Hao shouted, but the two of them didn't look back as if they couldn't hear it.

"Xiao Shao! Slow down! There's a hanged ghost here! Wait for me..."Ji Hao ran away in a panic, but when he turned around, he found that the pine branches were forked and the snow flakes were falling.

Where else are there dead people ...