Lei Qianxing took a step forward to block in front of Wei Jin, and the palace guards behind him also stretched out their hands to the steel knife on their waists, but many people just pulled out half of it and hesitated.

But most of them chose to pull out the steel knife in front of Wei Jin to protect him, this is their duty as the palace guard, and all the people and things that threaten His Highness are enemies they need to block!

The sharp sword roar was still echoing in the courtyard, the edge of the fallen god pointed directly at Wei Jin's eyebrows, and the silver sword tip shook slightly in the focus, but the hands of the person holding the sword did not waver in the slightest.

Chu Linxu looked at Wei Jin coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man.

The reason why this sword didn't shoot out was not because Chu Linxu kept his hand, but because a slender jade hand grabbed on Chu Linxu's sword hilt!

Bai Fuyuan's face was unprecedentedly cold, she bit her lower lip tightly, and grabbed Chu Linxu's left hand and looked pale due to overexertion: "Linxu, put away the sword, I will accompany you out of the city to find Brother Shang!"

Chu Lin lowered his head slightly, the hat above his head hung down, completely hiding his expression behind the shadow of the hat, only the eyes like a hungry wolf stared at Wei Jin tightly, and there was a fierce light that was almost substantial.

A cold light flashed again, and the Fallen God swept in front of Lei Qianxing, and the cold sword aura approached Lei Qianxing's eyes, but Lei Qianxing's eyes were round, and he didn't even blink. A few gray hairs disappeared with the wind, and Lei Qianxing glanced at it, but there was still no extra movement.

"I'll go find the fourth brother. Before Zi Qi's words fell, he had already turned over and walked out of the courtyard, and he had not looked at Wei Jin from beginning to end. Although Zi Qi's eyes were unusually calm after hearing Wei Jin's words, Wan Yan Jing still saw a trace of irrepressible madness in his eyes!

After Yan Jing didn't say a word, she followed Ziqi out of the yard, both of them were good hands in the night, and they disappeared in a moment.

The fallen god returned to the sheath, with unprecedented determination.

Bai Fuyuan's pale face finally had a trace of blood, and she stood beside Chu Linxu, holding Chu Linxu's hands tightly and still not letting go of half a minute.

"Let's go too, I'll go with you. Bai Furui turned around and gave Ling Feixian a reassuring smile, and then pulled Chu Linxu to chase in the direction of Ziqi and Wan Yanjing, neither of them looking at Wei Jin again.

At this moment, in addition to Wei Jin and his guards in the palace, only Ling Feixian and Duan Yifei lying in the room were left.

"Your Highness. Ling Feixian had no sorrow or joy, but the aura emanating from his body made the courtyard that was already full of snow a little colder again. She stepped forward, bowed slightly, and then went back to the back room without saying a word.

Syllable!

The two doors were slammed shut, and the snow on the roof was immediately shaken down, falling on the steps in front of the house with a puff, as cold and speechless as Ling Feixian.

"Whew" Wei Jin exhaled, but his chest was still suffocated. He felt that an invisible chasm began to appear between the Great Wei Army and Duan Yifei, but he couldn't stop it.

If he was here, he might be able to do many times better than this king.

Wei Jin was a little stunned in his heart. He turned to leave, and when he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he happened to see two figures with their palms folded.

"Amitabha, Your Highness the King, it's been a long time. "Master Zhiwen bowed his head, and his long gray beard danced in the wind.

Since he repelled Xue Wunian, who assassinated Zheng Pingping, on the city gate tower that day, Master Zhiwen and Wei Jin have indeed never seen each other again.

Master Zhiwen and Juexin didn't know what to do, and had just returned from outside. However, looking at the snowflakes falling on the heads and shoulders of Master Zhiwen and them, it was obvious that they had been standing here for a short time, and he should have known what was happening in the courtyard.

"Master, please also ask the master for the sake of the people of the city, and comfort everyone on behalf of the king. There is Master Lao. ”

Wei Jin clasped his hands together and returned the salute to Master Zhiwen. At this moment, no one in the courtyard was willing to listen to what he had to say, and in his mind, only Master Zhiwen could say a few words for him.

"Amitabha, His Highness's instructions have been written down. Your Highness should go back quickly, there are still many things that Your Highness needs to deal with personally. ”

"Then thank you, Master. ”

Wei Jin thanked Master Zhiwen and did not stay long, and returned directly to the palace.

Squeak

Master Zhiwen waved his hand to let Juexin cook in the first area, and then slowly pushed the door open.

Ling Feixian sat at the head of Duan Yifei's bed and put Duan Yifei's palm in the palm of his hand, his gentle appearance seemed to be afraid of waking Duan Yifei up. Although the whole person seems to have not changed, it makes people feel as if something is missing in their hearts. A strand of messy hair fell from his sideburns, but Ling Feixian didn't notice it. It wasn't until Master Zhiwen opened the door and a wisp of cold wind blew through that Ling Feixian seemed to have just woken up from his stunned state, and there was still a trace of sadness in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Master Zhiwen approached and looked at Duan Yifei as if he was asleep, with a smile on his eyebrows. He raised his hand to reach Duan Yifei's vein, and after a while, he nodded, and his eyebrows revealed a faint joy: "In another ten days, Duan Yifei may be able to wake up from his meditation, and then maybe there will be a rebirth." ”

"Master, but if Senior Brother Duan wakes up and finds that Brother Shang is gone, wouldn't it be even more sad. Ling Feixian, who was originally a little happy because of Master Zhiwen's words, suddenly thought of this, and the little joy that had just gushed out disappeared in an instant.

Master Zhiwen did not answer, but showed a meaningful smile: "The old man looks at the face of the merchant donor, he is not a short-lived person, and a few donors may not need to worry too much. ”

"Really!" Ling Feixian's face was happy, and the soft hand holding Duan Yifei's palm couldn't help but tighten slightly.

Master Zhiwen nodded: "

The life of the merchant benefactor in this life is different from ordinary people, with ups and downs, and repeated disasters, but in the end, he will turn evil into good fortune. Moreover, the old man can vaguely sense that there is still a great cause and effect in him that has not yet been resolved, and he will not leave here easily. ”

"Thank you, Master, when the few of them come back, I will definitely relay these words to them!"

Ling Feixian got up and owed money to Master Zhiwen, although he didn't know if Master Zhiwen was deliberately speaking to comfort them, but at this moment, these words made Ling Feixian prefer to believe it.

Ling Feixian was in a hurry, but he didn't notice that Master Zhiwen's eyes when he looked at Duan Yifei were full of deep emotion.

====Snow Dividing Line====

Let's click, let's click, let's click.

The sound of snow being squeezed by medium and heavy objects came from a distance, accompanied by a shouting and scolding that was obviously in the middle of nowhere.

"On such a snowy day, how can it be Lao Tzu's turn to come out to inspect, it's really fucking unlucky. ”

A big man with a beard and a fleshy face shouted impatiently, and then kicked the snow in front of him into a thick piece and sprinkled it one after another.

"Montaigne, you are content, some time ago in the heavy snow, you have been resting in the yurt for several days!"

A strong man with a broad-bladed knife at his waist smiled, he was wearing a leather jacket cross-legged, and one arm and half of his chest were completely exposed to the snow, but he didn't feel cold at all. Snowflakes fell on his shirtless shoulders, and turned into water in an instant, which showed that this person's qi and blood value were strong.

"Alunga, don't talk nonsense! When has I ever been lazy!" Montaigne's eyes widened like brass bells, and his face was full of flesh, as if he was about to pounce on his horse and fight the knife-wielding Arunga.

"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth. ”

Alunga didn't bother to pay attention to this brute bull-like Meng Tian, his calf was slightly in the belly of the war horse under his crotch, and the war horse immediately increased the frequency of his feet, and distanced himself from several captive warriors behind him, including Montaigne.

In addition to Montaigne and Aaronga, there were two other warriors, but they didn't care about the quarrel between Alunga and Montaigne, and they didn't even seem to be familiar with them.

However, if you look at the armbands on their bodies, which are completely different from those of Alunga and Montaigne, you will know that Alunga and Montaigne belong to the Tiger King. And the other two are surrounded by the wolf king.

"You two go over there, and we'll go over here. Grandma's, a heavy snowfall has all the footprints, and if we hadn't found the dead horse, we wouldn't have known if we had gone in the wrong direction. After separating from the two men, Montaigne and Arunga spoke noticeably louder.