Thirteen days later, the dust settled. At the end of the year, Li Rendao issued an edict to reward the three armies in the southern camp of Xiliangfu and spend Chinese New Year's Eve with all the soldiers.

On this night, the bonfire burned brightly, driving away the bitter cold and lighting up the entire night sky, and everyone had a big smile on their faces.

The barbecue is fragrant, the wine is full, indulge and hearty.

Li Rendao personally poured a bowl of wine for Yanshan. He looked excited, tears flashed faintly in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Yan, there is no way to repay the great kindness, I will remember it for the rest of my life." ”

Yan Shan's heart froze, and a trace of imperceptible sadness was fleeting in his eyes. He smiled indifferently, bowed slightly, took the wine bowl, and drank it all.

Li Rendao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, breathed a sigh of relief, and a big stone in his heart finally fell.

Li Ruoxian smiled, and her beautiful face looked even more delicate and moving under the reflection of the firelight. She also poured a bowl of wine for Yan Shan, her cheeks flushed, and she said softly: "I also salute you with a bowl." ”

The corners of Yan Shan's mouth rose, and a smile as bright as the sun bloomed on his face. He took the bowl and drank it down. After that, he just quietly looked at the beautiful face as a flower, his eyes were as clear as water, as if he wanted to engrave this stunning beauty in the depths of his heart.

Li Ruoxian also looked at the delicate and slightly immature face, her eyes were firm, and her true feelings were revealed.

Looking at each other, the two just looked at each other quietly, without scruples. There is no reason, there is no reason, it is a willingness to instinctively. In a trance, they seemed to be back in the deep mountain valley. The burning pain goes straight to the depths of the soul, the magical power of hugging each other can face life and death, and the calmness of holding the ten fingers is engraved in the depths of the heart.

After a long time, two crystal tears slid down his cheeks and disappeared into the night. Like a meteor streaking across the sky, the brilliance is fleeting.

Yan Shan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and said softly: "Little lady, cherish!" Before the words fell, he had already stood up.

Li Ruoxian's heart trembled, and she hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

Yan Shan pretended to be innocent and muttered in a low voice, "Could it be that Xiao Xie also needs the permission of Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

Li Ruoxian glanced at Yan Shan, and then his mind was a little calm, and his beautiful face bloomed with a smile again.

Li Rendao's eyes were slightly closed, and his heart was full of mixed tastes.

The people present tacitly looked at Yanshan, then at Li Ruoxian, and then laughed loudly.

Yan Shan glanced at Li Ruoxian again, and then turned around and left. He walked straight out of the camp and strolled through the vast grassland, and suddenly felt empty in his heart. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a crystal white pill, and put it in his mouth. Inadvertently, a wry smile and sadness appeared on his face.

Choose by yourself, bear by yourself, and have no regrets.

After walking for about ten miles, Yan Shan stopped, looked up at the night sky, and said softly: "Come out!"

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of figures swept out of the dark night, all dressed in black and masked, holding sharp blades.

Yan Shan still looked up at the night sky, thoughtfully, and muttered in a low voice, "You really want to kill me?"

There was silence all around, and the air seemed to freeze instantly, a deathly silence.

After a long time, someone whispered, "We're just doing what we're told." ”

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, his eyes were slightly closed, and he said in a deep voice: "Let's do it!"

The black-clothed men did not hesitate, waved their sharp blades, and killed Yanshan.

Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

This kind of terrifying killing intent spread in all directions, straight into the depths of the hearts of every person in black.

Suddenly, all the black-clothed people trembled and froze in place.

Yan Shan pinched the sword trick in his hand, and quickly swept through the crowd along a strange trajectory, as fast as a ghost. Each sword swing is slashed through the throat with the sharpest tip of the sword, simple and direct, the rusty long sword only leaves a shallow blood mark on the throat, and a sword seals the throat.

In a matter of moments, more than half of the men in black had died under the rusty sword.

The rest of the men in black were not afraid at all, like moths to a fire, as if dying under the rusty sword was their best destination.

The rusty sword was like a hell's scythe, and corpses littered the ground wherever it passed. Yan Shan's eyes were cold, and he was ruthless under the sword.

The sword is a weapon that exists purely for the purpose of killing, the king of a hundred soldiers, the supreme and noble, once unsheathed, you must go all out. Ruthlessness under the sword, this is the minimum respect, both for the sword itself, and for the opponent. Perhaps only this kind of swordsmanship can truly interpret the true meaning of the sword.

I don't know how long it took, but all the men in black died under the rusty sword.

Yan Shan stood leaning on the sword, his body almost collapsed, and he muttered: "It's so powerful. ”

If it weren't for Beigong Duge returning that Righteous Qi Pill to Yan Shan, he would definitely die tonight.

In the vast night, a thin figure walked alone, with difficult steps but indomitable.