The winter snow melts, and the clear water flows down the mud and stone crevices to form a small stream to the bottom of the mountain, and the mountains are full of fresh green.

The climate in the north is still a little cold, the Sui army camp in the past winter, the chariots, soldiers in and out, with stagnant water, muddy, the soldiers who practiced hold the long soldiers 'hahahehe' roaring, take off the winter cold clothes, and finally appear to be vigorous, the spirit is much better than when the cold is cold, to the leisure, how many acquaintances will get together, talk about how the family is at this time.

“...... This war is almost over, and it's time to go back. ”

"No, the Turkic Great Khan has been captured by the Taishi. ”

"Hmph, with the Taishi in charge, tens of thousands of horses are not enough to fight, but I heard that one escaped. ”

"The clown jumping beam, the guts are scared. ”

"That is, such a big sword fell from the sky, and the earth could smash into a big hole, ouch, my eyes were all over at that time, and when I came back to my senses, 80,000 Turks ..... Gee..... I only saw corpses in one place. ”

"I'm afraid I'm going to go crazy. ”

......

A group of whispering Sui soldiers passed outside a tent, and not far away, in the tent, the curtain was lifted, and someone walked out.

"General!"

The guards on both sides arched their hands, Shi Wansui was dressed in armor, pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, strode past the two, stepped on the wet ground, walked straight to the tent opposite, lifted the curtain, released the hilt of the sword, and walked in laughing.

"Master Yuwen! There is news from the DPRK and China, we will have to go back in the near future, and Sha Boluo will be a guest in Chang'an, my Great Sui, this time. ”

In the big tent, the tiger screen, the bookcase oil lamp reflects a focused face, silently flipping through the books, a majestic figure lined with bright light armor, and on the weapon rack next to it, there is a wide golden sword, the sword body reflects the light of the lamp, a piece of gold.

Hearing the voice, Yuwen Tuo put down the scroll, raised his face, and then nodded.

"General Shi has dealt with it since then, you don't need to inform me, you go first, I still have important things to do. ”

Suddenly, he turned his face slightly sideways, looked in one direction in the tent, as if he felt something, got up from behind the long case, and grabbed the cloak with a gesture of his hand and tied it.

"The general is busy himself, so he doesn't have to wait for me. ”

Shi Wansui watched as the East Palace Grand Master, who was many years younger than him, suddenly took the weapon full of dense carvings, and was a little afraid to speak casually.

The scene in the winter of last year, now in my heart, it is too terrifying, a Yuwen Tuo is like this, then his master, Lu Liangsheng, who lives on Qixia Mountain, can't he move mountains and seas with a wave of his hand?

came back to his senses, and immediately arched his hand and said: "That master, the last general will ..... first"

The words stopped, Shi Wansui sensed that something was wrong, raised his head, the oil lamp in the tent was swaying, and he was the only one left, and the Yuwen Taishi had long since disappeared.

He opened the curtain and went out, and asked several soldiers who were guarding the sides of the tent, and the latter shook their heads, indicating that they had not seen the Taishi come out.

"It's amazing!"

Shi Wansui took a few steps, looked back at the tent curtain that was still slightly moving, grinned and touched the iron helmet, and looked at the end of the mountain where the spring sun was shining.

After the distant north mountain, the Taishi he mentioned in his mouth was now frozen on the grassy hill near the grassland in the north, a broad golden sword stuck in the soil at his feet, his hands wrapped around his chest, his white cloak swaying in the wind, and his eyes looked indifferently into the distance.

In the distance, a figure wrapped in animal skin, gray linen cloth, and a cane, with a few small urns hanging from his waist, collided softly, and limped.

The next moment, when he was more than ten zhang away, he stopped, and between the scattered knotted hair, his face covered with burns was slightly raised, and the only intact right eye looked at the Sui people standing on the grassy hills.

"White Wolf God, I have lost the Khan of the steppe, the hope of the Turks, please come down and devour this cultivator of the Southern Dynasty....."

He was the high priest beside Sha Bolu that day, when the huge divine sword in the sky fell, he used shamanic witchcraft, sacrificing an eye, and letting a beast spirit die for himself, Rao is so, and he was also affected by the other party's divine power, and his body was burned by the flames that stirred up, and his mana was lost.

But for now..... It's also the last bit of mana, which can still be used.

“..... The Great Khan of the Turks cannot be lost in my hands. ”

Between the lips that fluttered rapidly, the mottled and scarred palm let go of the crutch, stretched out his neck tremblingly, and pulled off the pendant and pinched it tightly, it was a wolf tooth, sharp and sharp pierced into his palm, the high priest stared at the figure of the hill, and his voice was hoarse and shouted at this moment.

"White Wolf God—"

The high-pitched and hoarse Turkic words echoed, and his body fell back abruptly, falling heavily to the ground, his clenched fist loosened, and the wolf teeth on the pendant, stained with blood, suddenly bloomed with a red light.

Woo woo –

Yuwen Tuo originally saw that he had fallen and had no qi, turned around and wanted to leave, but faintly heard a wolf howl in his ears, and his steps suddenly stopped, and he looked at it again with a slightly sideways face, and above the corpse, a blood-red qi rushed to the sky, forming the outline of a giant wolf, and roared in the sky.

"Roar—"

The white mane trembled like a needle, and the huge wolf eyes saw the figure on the grassy hill, and the long snout cracked, rolling up a fishy wind, blowing the yellow sand all over the sky.

"Humph!"

Yuwen Tuo snorted coldly, lifted the cloak, held the hilt of the sword in his hand and pulled it out, and with a 'bang', it was thrown almost at the same time.

Boom –

The yellow sand burst out, and the golden long sword directly tore through the sand and gravel in the sky, breaking through the fishy wind, and made a streamer of light through the huge wolf shadow, stopped, and the tip of the sword hung in the air facing down.

Below, the dead priest's wolf teeth crackled into powder, and the wind blew and turned into dust and sprinkled among the grass.

The sky was slightly tilted, reflecting the vast sea of green grass, the huge wolf shadow that stood disappeared, Yuwen Tuo raised his hand, and the Xuanyuan sword flew back with a roar, fell into his hand and inserted the scabbard, without looking at the corpse lying there, turned around and left, next, he was going to complete the mission and place the blood spirit array.

Whew~~

As soon as the figure reached the foot of the hill, he felt a breath of qi coming from the south again, and turned his head to look at the southern foothills of the Sui land, not far away, the figure of a woman, wearing a red dress, swaying her waist, and walking towards him with a smile.

"A little demon dares to approach this master?"

Yuwen Tuo was not angry, but stared at the other party with some curiosity, his own divine power, not to mention demons and monsters, as long as it was not included in the body, ordinary cultivators did not dare to look at it directly.

"Huh..... Why don't I dare come closer?"

The person who came was painting Hongyi, and in the chuckle, he looked at the handsome Yuwen Tuo with charming eyes, covering his red lips and skimming aside.

"Master Yuwen probably doesn't know much...... Although I am a demon, I am also your teacher. ”

Well?

Staring at this woman, Yuwen Tuo's cheeks suddenly tightened, and his cold eyes shot out of majesty: "You are also worthy?"

"Worthy or not, it's not up to you to decide, but ......" Hua Hongyi obviously expected the other party's attitude and didn't care, but in the long sound of the word "but", the red sleeves suddenly spilled out, and something was thrown out.

Bang!

Yuwen Tuo stretched out his hand to catch the flying thing, a piece of jade pendant that looked like a mirror was surrounded by dragon carvings, and at a certain moment, the palm bent, and the jade pendant was dragged tightly into the robe on his chest.

Turning around, he said, "Follow." ”

"That's right, you're much more knowledgeable than your straight-minded master. ”

Painting Hongyi's red lips hooked a coquettish smile, and walked briskly behind the back of the forward, "However, what does the jade pendant mean, can I tell the master?"

Ahead, the back of the walking stopped, pressed the caressed cloak, Yuwen Tuo turned his face slightly, and his voice was cold.

"It's not your business, it's better not to ask, just watch. ”

The woman was obviously frightened by this glance and stopped, and when she saw that the other party finished speaking, she continued to walk forward, muttering with her lips: "It's still the same virtue as your master, but after killing such mortals, I really want to know what kind of scene those cultivators will encircle and suppress you when the time comes." ”

The cold spring breeze swept through the undulating sea of grass, and behind the distance, among the heavy mountains in the west, in the single peak between the cliffs and mountains, the white wolf king sitting on the travertine chair opened his eyes, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out between his mouth and nose, and the demonic aura around his body fluttered.

'What a domineering divine power..... Variables, variables of the catastrophe of heaven and earth......'

Getting up from the stone chair, Gongsun Fang pressed down the injured Yuan Soul, stumbled and dragged the cloak to the entrance of the cave, a little demon came to help, was pushed away by him, came to the entrance of the cave, the yellow sand rolled up, like a cloud flying south over the mountains.

On the mountainside separated by several mountains.

The four-faced, yellow-skinned figure staggered up the hill with the bookshelf on his back and looked east.

"After dozens of miles of mountain roads, you will reach the boundary of Chang'an, and you must grit your teeth and hold on. ”

"The four of us, who have been weathered and worked diligently to govern the people, will surely be reused when we return to Chang'an. ”

"Haha..... For brothers, I want to chant a poem..... Hey, what's flying in the sky?"

"It looks like it's going to fall. ”

"This kind of strange thing, how can it shock the hearts of the four of us, hurry up, don't pay attention to it. ”

"No, it's coming towards us!"

Above the sky, a cloud of yellow clouds that had fallen suddenly turned in a direction, frightening the four scholars who were carrying bookshelves on their backs and running with robes to watch, and what caught their eyes was countless yellow sand sweeping all over the sky.

"Ah......hh Crashed over!"

A cloud of yellow clouds chased the four scholars and fell behind the slope in front of them, and then, with a loud bang, the yellow sand diffused and splattered into the sky, covering everything.