"The people involved in this matter are already a little irrelevant, so people don't know if this is bad news...... "The subordinate smiled awkwardly, and then said in a low voice:

"It's from Nanning, not long ago, Liu Fu'an, Lord Liu, who was assigned by the concubine Niangniang, cut off two heads in the name of disturbing military discipline and disrespecting his elders——"

"Oh, heh, interesting, this is interesting, it seems that our Lord Liu was not only not scared to pee his pants, but also unexpectedly began to behave in a hurry......" The man was slightly stunned at first, then smiled knowingly, and asked, "Well, which two unlucky ghosts died?"

"Returning to Da Rao," the subordinate said, "The two people who died were both generals under King Zhang, and they were his most powerful right-hand men—"

"Name!" the man slapped the table impatiently.

"Yes!" The subordinate was so frightened that he hurriedly shrank and hurriedly said: "Those two people, one is called Ziqian, and the other is called Midnight......"

The male Rao's expression suddenly froze for a moment, obviously, he had also heard of these two Rao names......

But this flash of astonishment was quickly replaced by an indifferent look, the man picked up another tea bowl, slowly poured half a cup of Pu'er, and then said lightly:

"......Shh Dead is dead...... Let's go down. ”

"Yes, the subordinates have retired ......"

The subordinate smiled stupidly, held the silver ticket, and slowly withdrew from the private room......

......

At this time, the carriage of Hu Ji, the king of Zhang, still did not hesitate and was speeding towards Nanning.

Although he had already guessed that this trip would not be so simple, his deep and determined gaze had fully understood that Ke Yan's guess about him was extremely correct.

The Tigers of the Western Regions will never retreat.

It's just that the weird dream last night, the smell of blood, always made Hu Ji faintly feel a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

Although it was just a somewhat vague nightmare, that indescribable sense of reality still lingered in Hu Ji's heart.

The cliffs were slippery, the roads were muddy, and the experienced driver deliberately slowed down to avoid any accidents.

But at this moment, a strange hissing sound suddenly came, and I saw a menacing wild boar suddenly pop out of the bushes on the side, I don't know if it was blinded by the skunk, and I couldn't help but plunge into the carriage and rampage.

Although Hu Ji reacted very quickly, but this beast was not fatal or unreasonable, and still hit him twice, but fortunately, it soon found an exit, stepped on the back of the coachman and ran out, and a fierce man plunged into the grass again

In the face of the driver's repeated apologies, Hu Ji didn't pay much attention.

With a heavy face, he picked up a few broken pieces from the floor of the carriage and stared at them for a long time.

It was a white jade, symbolizing the white jade that lives and dies together, and there are three of them.

Many years ago, when he was not as famous as he is today, he met the two brothers Ziqian Ziye in the army, and they were very speculative, so he gave them two of Bai Yujue.

They swore by the three jades, promising that they would live and die together no matter what, share wealth and prosperity, and never abandon each other.

However, now, this white jade jue is broken......

......

The candle dragon perches on the cold door, and the light is still open.

The sun and the moon shine so brightly, only the north wind is angry......

Winter in the north never has spring.

As we drove north, the turquoise on both sides became dull and yellow, and the cold wind howling on the barren plains became bitter little by little......

Thousands of miles of plains, no villages and towns, no people.

The journey always passed very quickly, and after two months of travel, the carriage had already reached the foot of Choibal, which was located at the border, and the side plug was within reach.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Xiao couldn't help but lean his upper body out of the car and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

It was like suddenly walking from the smoke and rain of birds and flowers into the desolate and sad dead and silent battlefield.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xiao would never have believed that there was such a dim and lonely place in this world of flowers and flowers.

As if stepping into an ancient kingdom and a lost civilization, a sense of sadness and loneliness suddenly surged into Xiao's heart.

When he saw the first snowflakes and the horse's hooves staggering, the experienced coachman skillfully wiped the flint, lit the dry smoke, turned his head sideways and reminded softly:

"Childe, it's time to change into thick clothes......"

After taking all the measures to keep warm, the coachman coughed lightly a few times, and then squeezed the reins—

Prancing horses, whipping.

Soon, Xiao saw the somewhat mottled dividing line ahead.

The dividing line between snow and meadows.

When the carriage crossed the warmth and stepped into the white earth, although he had been prepared, the cold air in his face still made him shiver slightly.

The further you go, the deeper the snow becomes, and the colder the air becomes.

Xiao's vision was a little trance-like, all of this seemed to lead him into the tunnel of time, putting aside the humidity and warmth of early spring, and returning to Songshan in one fell swoop, that somewhat desperate winter.

Although the stove in the carriage is steaming with charcoal, the light and heat of the fire are a little too insignificant compared to the ice and snow outside the carriage.

Feeling the invasion and touch of the cold minions, Xiao decided not to sit still anymore, he straightened up, sat cross-legged, and quietly started the most basic Tu Na Nei Gong that Mo Wen had taught him at the beginning.

The true qi in the dantian was guided, and immediately began to operate along the eight veins of the Qi Sutra that had been penetrated in the body, and in less than a moment, the body felt a strong warmth.

"Like Childe, the old man is really rare to go to the outside of the Saiwai at this time......" The coachman glanced back at Xiao, who was sitting in a precarious position, closing his eyes and recuperating, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Forgive the old man for talking too much, can you inquire about Childe's trip, what are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Xiao opened his eyes and responded with a smile: "Actually, it's not a big deal, I just want to find someone, but I don't know if I can find it......

"Looking for someone outside the Saiwai?" the old coachman was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Is it possible that the son is looking for a man?"

"No, that senior is a Han man with good roots," Xiao shook his head, "I don't know why I insisted on living in the remote snow field. ”

"Why, Han people, ......" The old coachman smashed his mouth, then nodded and sighed: "Then he must be a great character, if I leave the old man alone, I will freeze out and bury myself there in a year and a half......"

Xiao smiled politely, not denying it, because there really was nothing to deny.

In the town before parting, after hearing Xiao's request, Ke Yan, the "Yama Sword", pondered for a moment, but fortunately did not refuse.

He borrowed a pen and paper from a nearby shopkeeper, wrote down the names and residences of the four Rao, handed them to Xiao, and rode away.

These four people, in the land of the Central Plains today, are extremely skilled "blacksmiths", if they can get their help, then the things they create must be a magic weapon that sharpens iron like clay.

For Xiao Lai, this help is simply just right, neither too troublesome Ke Yan, nor too general and illusory, exactly what he needs.

Xiao glanced at it roughly, and quickly locked on a Rao name—

The "North Qi" in "Nanhong and Beiqi", Master Qi Yuanzi!

In the past, as early as in the underground fortress of Hongye Villa in the south of the Yangtze River, Xiao had experienced all kinds of Hongye masters' handwritings, especially the "Dragon Scale Duel" he reproduced, although it was destroyed by the explosion in the end, but its shocking power has shocked everyone, including Xiao Buyi. Master Qi Yuanzi, who must be as famous as him, will naturally be a very capable person.

Moreover, this person is also recognized in the rivers and lakes today, and the strongest skilled craftsman among the craftsmen who survive in the world!

Xiao never thought that he was worse than anyone else, and the weapons in his hands naturally had to be the most sophisticated and strong!

On the towering city wall, the armor was shining, and the soldiers guarding the pass stood majestically in the cold wind, staring coldly at the uninvited guest at their feet.

Xiao and the old coachman obediently got out of the carriage and waited for the review. At this time, it was a coincidence that the whistling cold wind was mixed with pieces of snowflakes, and it began to snow again in the bleak north......

Three armorers covered in wind and snow walked over quickly, their armor, skin, eyebrows, and eyelids were covered with a thick layer of frost, but this did not affect the movements of these soldiers who had long been accustomed to the cold.

Although there have been very few clashes with the Evil Tooth in the past ten years, and the focus of the current war is completely concentrated on the chaotic border of the Western Regions, due inspection is still essential.

A piece of red, ink and black wanted notices were pasted to Errao's cheeks again and again, carefully compared, whether there was a seven-or eight-point resemblance to those portraits, and the portrait of the red-faced old devil was also among them, but the government obviously did not receive the news, and I didn't know that the hideous and ugly red skin on the cheeks on the portrait should have been removed a long time ago.

Some of the old carriages had also been pushed open the curtains, and the sharp-eyed soldiers sometimes stood up, sometimes crouched, and the chaotic interior of the carriage and the bottom of the carriage covered with snow were carefully examined by him to make sure that Xiao and the two were not engaged in any espionage or smuggling business.

And the soldier who did nothing was not idle. He stood silently not far away, his cold gaze kept cautiously staring at the two ordinary people in front of him. The snowflake-covered official knife was tied to his waist, and his strong and powerful hand never moved away from the hilt for a moment.

Obviously, if Xiao and the two of them had any unusual behavior, he would not hesitate to "snort" and draw his knife.

Watching the portraits roll over one by one, feeling the majesty of the soldiers' gaze again and again, Xiao Xiao, who was standing in place, suddenly became a little nervous.

Because he suddenly remembered that when he, as well as Qi Zehui and Mo Wen's family escaped from Ping'an County, they were carrying the identity of colluding with bandits and killing people wanted criminals.

If so, what should I do if he is discovered? Xiao's heart tightened, although his current cultivation is like that of the "Yama Luo Sword" Research Institute, which has been fully integrated and perfected, but if he wants to be completely and freely transferred, he will need to practice for a long time before he can go to school

Besides, Xiao really didn't want to fight with these warriors who guarded the territory and defended the country, after all, in his mind, he would always respect these people, and without their dedication, how could he usher in the stability of the Central Plains?

In fact, Xiao completely forgot that his current appearance has become more like two people than the stunned man who was just starting out a few years ago.

In addition to the face that has become mature and resolute unconsciously, there are also knife wounds, sword marks, scars left by fists and feet, etc., which are enough to change a Rao's face.

During the battle between Shouzhou City and the Iron Bull Gang, the explosion caused by Tie Shengbiao made almost his entire body blurred, and the poisonous blood corrosion splashed by the big centipede with a cracked shell in the Shaolin Temple in Songshan not long ago brought many irreparable marks to his skin.

Today's Xiao has gotten rid of his immature age and experienced the baptism of the rivers and lakes, and his body hair and skin are already pitted and a little messy. Fortunately, his foundation is still a little good, and he is different from Chang Rao's physique, and he has subtly saved and repaired part of it as much as possible, so these miserable wounds that are enough to disfigure others not only affect his appearance, but also add a bit of majesty and heroism.

But fortunately, at the end, Xiao didn't see his portrait, and while saving a lot of trouble, he also quietly sighed in his heart-

Maybe time can really dilute everything......

It may be the reason why few people set foot in the northern passes, and the inspection of the soldiers was particularly meticulous and long, during which two of them had a sentence with Xiao and the old coachman to ask about the recent situation in the Central Plains, and between the lines, they were full of longing and sadness for their hometown.

"It's okay, let it go!"

The soldiers, who had not detected anything unusual, waved their hands at their companions on the city wall and shouted loudly.

Babble-

With a heavy friction sound, the long-sealed city gate cracked and opened thick ice flowers, slowly rising under the gaze of everyone.

"Goodbye!"

The soldiers said.

"Goodbye!"

Xiao bowed his hand to them, then lifted the curtain and returned to the warm compartment.

"Drive!"

The old coachman waved the reins and burst into the air.

The old horse, dressed in a coat, immediately understood, raised his horse's hooves to break through the ice and snow, and led the carriage all the way to the depths of the snowy field.

In the cold wind, Xiao couldn't help but open the back curtain and look back, behind him, the city wall had been lowered again, and the black tower had gradually become.

But those tall soldiers, still like pines and cypresses, silent, and firm, standing in the wind and snow with a body of frost