In the morning, the southern border of the Dachang Dynasty, which had been silent for two days, began to walk with the wind and rocks again.

The drizzle of the previous day had been baked by the scorching sun, or sunk deep into the earth, or soared into the air, and I did not know where the seeds were nourishing, and where the morning breeze would wet and become the dew.

However, the environment here does not seem to be any different from when it came, and it still seems so irritable.

A young boy dressed in black shook the dust off his feet, apparently had just come off his horse, and looked at his opponent's white coat, which had also dismounted and was somewhat dirty with dust.

Two teenagers, a man and a woman, have passed the Yang Pass early, and they will be separated here.

It is not difficult to guess who they are, Xu Changan and Lin Ying.

In addition to Yang Hejiu, Lin Ying is the person who Xu Chang'an has the most contact with and is the earliest, but the difference between the two is not reluctant and there are some things they want to say, on the contrary, they are very free.

Lin Ying led the horse and walked ahead, raised a hand and waved it, as casually as she waved the silver spear to say goodbye to her father as she walked.

Xu Changan turned around and left directly, without even making a move.

Lin Ying is by no means the kind of person who is willing to grind and chirp, and of course Xu Changan is not either.

is also a farewell to his father, although Xu Changan was reluctant at the time, he never kept it.

The road that has been traveled now needs to be re-walked again, but there is Yang Hejiu when it comes, there is the half jar of pickles, and now there is only the black sword that is wielding casually in his hand.

The black sword swung at will, breaking through the sand and gravel of the charming eye, but the path ahead never became clear, and he knew that he was not strong enough.

However, he has not made no progress along the way, if the soldier who was facing outside Yingdu City is met again now, even if he does not have Lin Ying's white horse, it will be much easier for him to deal with it.

Now we will set out, and we will be able to return to the city I am familiar with by about noon the next day.

Stopped the movement in his hand, wrenched his fingers and calculated that tomorrow should be the Zhengyang Festival, but the Zhengyang Festival has nothing to do with him.

The Zhengyang Festival is nothing more than praying for blessings and warding off evil spirits, and in the eyes of the fearless Xu Chang'an, who is ignorant, how can there be so many blessings to pray for, and how can there be so many disasters to avoid?

Can you pray, can you avoid it?

Just as he was thinking like this, he suddenly frowned, and his hands trembled slightly, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Grandma's, whatever you want, you just can't keep thinking about these bad things.

Grandma's this is really unlucky!

From north to south, the sand and dust seemed to be more raging, and an old man came from the dust, but the white robe was spotless, and the eyes were still bright, and they had not been stained by the environment in the slightest.

For this person, Xu Changan naturally could not forget.

I still remember the autumn of last year, the two grains of rice, the bowl of porridge, the half jar of pickles, and the heavy rain.

Those two men in black, those two swords of heaven and man, the difference between life and death.

It's all done by this person.

Xu Changan will not forget, but he seems to have completely forgotten at the moment, his pace is not flustered, his eyes are still level, and he has not shifted in the slightest, and he has not even changed the route he walked forward a little.

The action of holding the sword is still the action of holding the sword, and it is still wielded at will, but the action of swinging the sword when passing by the old man only pauses.

The two passed by, and at this moment, the wind in the south seemed to be even colder, and the sand and dust were more and more raging.

But strangely, these were the only sounds, and even the footsteps on the ground that had been dried by the scorching sun and hardened again were no longer clear.

The two did not react, and there was no imaginary enemy who was very red when they saw each other, as if they had never known each other, and they had never had hatred.

Like two strangers, they never let go of each other for a moment in their eyes.

The old man's goal was to the south, and Xu Chang'an's destination was a small city to the north from here.

These are the only things in each other's eyes, the road is not narrow, and the goals of both sides do not conflict.

After passing by, the two of them still maintained their forward movements, and after a long time, Xu Changan slowly squatted down and rubbed his trembling legs, panting violently.

Although Xu Chang'an only had a brief contact with this person, he knew him very well.

In the city, he looked at the other party's eyes, and when the old man appeared just now, he confirmed it again, and came to the conclusion that this person was still that person, so Xu Changan tried his best to ensure that he did not panic.

Panic is useless for whether he can survive or not, it will only accelerate his death, which is something that he has learned after following Lin Ying and Yang Hejiu for a long time.

Having said that, it is difficult for anyone to really be able to change everywhere without being surprised, which requires strong psychological quality and rich experience.

Xu Changan has experienced some things, but those are not rich, and his strong psychological quality is only compared to his peers.

So when faced with sudden changes, he will also panic.

In the past, his method was to suppress these panics after the fact, and now he is doing the same, until this time he is exhausted and weak.

In the face of Lord Bi Siqian, Xu Chang'an did not have the slightest chance of winning at this time, even if Lin Ying, who had already gone away, turned back was useless, unless Lin Ying could bring her father.

But this is obviously impossible, that spear can't detect the change here, and it is impossible to break through this long distance and block it in front of him in an instant, which is something that only the powerhouses of the Divine Journey Realm can do.

And the only strong man in the realm of heaven and man has fallen into the realm to save himself from being seriously injured, and now he doesn't know where to recuperate, and his realm cultivation is even more afraid that he will not be able to recover in this life.

More importantly, why did Lin Ying's father save himself? You must know that when he set off from here to Wangshu Tower, the gun really wanted to kill himself.

Yang Hejiu is not here, so Xu Changan can only rely on himself.

Fortunately, Bi Siqian's eyes have not changed in the slightest, and the other party's eyes and thoughts are not difficult to guess.

It's not that Bi Siqian is overconfident and despises his opponent and won't pose a threat to him in the future, Xu Changan has never been his opponent.

That's a kind of disregard that I won't be happy if you die, and I won't have the slightest sense of disregard for trouble and regret when you live.

Your life and death have nothing to do with me, I vent my anger and move my hands, and when your mood is stable, you can't jump into my eyes, and you can't appear in my world.

The joys and sorrows of the two are not connected, and they don't realize that each other is noisy, they have always been people of two worlds.

This is something that Xu Changan is extremely disgusted with, both in the city and in the south.

After a long time, Xu Changan slowly stood up, raised his sleeve and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and then muttered to himself: "Those eyes, sooner or later, they will have to be gouged out." ”

There was also no hatred in this sentence, nor did there be gritted teeth or impatience, and it was not even as purposeful as saying that sooner or later he would have to eat four dishes and one soup.

It's like some women in the city occasionally scold God when they are dissatisfied, but life is still as usual.

The little boy actually said such eerie and terrifying words, which really did not conform to the truth that Yang Hejiu had taught him to be merciful.

He only believed the second half of what Yang Hejiu said, that is, he was kind to himself, and he also felt that this sentence was extremely exquisite, since it was subtle, he should implement it to the end.

He has always been kind to himself, and he also feels that the world is a little too chaotic, so chaotic that many people can never find someone to hate even if they are wronged, so he doesn't care whether the other party is acting according to orders, and he doesn't think about whether there is anything unspeakable.

It's just that he doesn't want to do anything now, because there are three characters that Liu Chunsheng has inscribed for himself hidden on his body.

Xu Changan got up and walked towards the location of Sifang City, because the route had not been deviated, so he still recognized the direction, but because the road was unsteady and his footsteps were a little floating, it might be a little later in time.

In the main tent of Wanqiu City, a guest from the capital came earlier.

The man himself could not be named, but he was a guest because of the letter he was holding, and the envelope was written in cinnabar with the words Spring and Autumn written on it, exactly the same style as the one that had not been opened before.

Lin Pinggui sat behind the desk, and Zhang Ling stood quietly on his side.

The Lord looked at the man standing in the tent with a calm gaze, and said, "Just leave the letter." ”

The man opened the letter and spread it out on the table in front of him.

Zhang Ling felt that something was wrong with this action, and he could have forgotten those letters as a border military rush, but at this time, he didn't expect that the other party would directly open it in front of Lin Pinggui.

Even if everyone knew that Lin Pinggui would not forget to open the letter from the capital, no one would deliberately hold the Lord Commander accountable for this crime.

But it's not the same when the other party takes it apart directly, you must know that it is not at all the same way to turn a blind eye and forget to take it apart when you are busy with business.

Lin Pinggui glanced down, frowned, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The man saluted and retired, and when he left the city, Lin Ying met with him.

Lin Ying glanced back at the person who walked over, frowned slightly and said to himself, "Not from the city?"

Then he went straight to the main tent to resume his life.

After Lin Ying, another white-robed old man came from outside the city, and the three of them entered the city in an orderly manner.

The two also passed by, and the two sides never greeted or expressed, and they still ignored them like two strangers.

In the main tent, Lin Pinggui stared at the open letter in front of him for a long time, and his brows were always furrowed.

And with the return of the eldest lady from outside the tent, the commander's frowning brow stretched slightly.

"Let her in. ”

"Yes. ”

Zhang Ling was also relieved in his heart, and said to himself: "The eldest lady returned safely, and there were no twists and turns. ”

Lin Pinggui only nodded slightly and did not reply.