Two figures, one gray and one white, led the reins of the horse and strolled on the street of Chang'an City. These two are Yan Shan and Meng Tian.

They left the General's Mansion early in the morning. The big war is coming, and they must prepare for the worst and arrange everything in advance.

Yan Shan's eyes were misty, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

The surprise attack turned into a strong attack, and the battle was destined to be bloodied and undying.

A good man should be a bloody battlefield, shrouded in horse leather, for the country and the people.

It is helpless and inevitable to achieve success.

These Yanshan all understand.

In the first battle of Chang'an City, Li Jinshan was determined to be in the world, did not divide troops to attack Chaotianque, did not kill innocents indiscriminately, and did not threaten the people of Li, and was above board.

But in the peach blossom forest, Chu Tian and Hua Yuluo had already moved to kill.

The reason is self-evident.

In this battle, they wanted to completely eradicate the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Li Jinshan is extremely intelligent, and his natural heart is like a mirror. So what will he do?

Yan Shan secretly thought in his heart: If he were to change to himself, he would break it off and avoid the real and attack the false.

The Jin army attacked the paradise, and there were elite soldiers and good generals, and the victory was in hand; the Heavenly Dao Sect relied on the favorable terrain and the soldiers used their lives, which may delay time; compared with the two, the Jin army attacked with the strength of a country, and the Heavenly Dao Sect was undoubtedly defeated in only a corner of the land.

When the enemy army comes to attack, there is a desire to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and when no effort is spared, the rear will inevitably be empty. It is the best policy to surprise the army to avoid the real and attack the false, or it can have a miraculous effect. If this is the case, the mountains behind Chang'an City and the Taiqing Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty are in danger!

As soon as he thought of this, Yan Shan's palm couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He raised his eyes and seemed to see a figure standing on the edge of the cliff looking at Chang'an City.

In the depths of Lishan, on the edge of the cliff, Li Jinshan looked at the void and muttered to himself: "Jin Wushu, Wanyan Mingcheng, Yanshan, this victory or defeat is still unknown." ”

Yan Shan looked at Meng Tian and said casually: "Tian'er, go back to Nanshan." ”

Meng Tian smiled and nodded slightly.

The two were just about to turn over and get on their horses.

At this moment, two fast horses approached.

The leader was a middle-aged man, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in a green robe, tall and burly, and majestic. He carried a severed-backed chopping knife at his waist, although it was not unsheathed, it was faintly surrounded by murderous aura.

Followed by a middle-aged man, a young man in a brocade robe. He was handsome, arrogant, and held a severed-back chopping knife in his hand. Yan Shan knew this person, his name was Pang Sheng, and he had sacrificed his life and forgot to die in the first battle of Chang'an City. Yan Shan also knew that he was the fourth hall master of the Black Tiger Hall.

From this point of view, the middle-aged man must be the fifth of the top ten masters of the underworld, the hall master of the Black Tiger Hall.

At the same time, Pang Sheng also saw Yanshan and Meng Tian, and Chonghei Hu also inadvertently glanced in the direction of Yanshan and Meng Tian.

Two fast horses are fleeting.

When enemies see each other, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

Yan Shan frowned slightly. He didn't know if it was a coincidence that these two people rushed back to Chang'an City at this time, or if someone was secretly fueling the trouble?

At this moment, seven porters passed by Yan Shan and Meng Tian.

Meng Tian said to Yan Shan with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "These seven people are killers. ”

Only then did Yan Shan come back to his senses, and he instantly noticed the murderous aura that was inadvertently revealed. He also said to Meng Tian with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "To be more precise, they are dead soldiers. ”

Meng Tian seemed to think of something and nodded slightly.

After that, the two went out of Chang'an, beating horses and galloping all the way, Ren had messy hair, and Ren had a bright spring.

In the open space, Dugufeng was still meditating, quiet and indifferent. No one came to bother, just a basket of meals without a hint of heat.

The afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled, and the figure is stretched very long, faintly lonely, faintly lonely, very poignant.

It's just that the lonely and lonely protagonist doesn't realize these at all.

At this time, in front of the main hall of the Taiping Palace in the Shangqing Dynasty, Mu Qingfeng, the head of the sect, personally sent Yanshan and Meng Tian to the door.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian gave Mu Qingfeng a deep salute and left.

The vegetation is deep, quiet and quiet, but who knows if the next moment will be a storm......

Unconsciously, the last rays of the sunset disappeared into the sky, and the night was never sleeping.

At this time, Dugufeng slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were as clear as the water of an autumn lake. He gently opened the basket and carefully took out the meals one by one. Then, he picked up a bowl of millet porridge and took a sip, moistening his chapped lips, but his teeth chattered slightly. After that, he put down the porridge bowl, picked up chopsticks and steamed buns, and ate carefully. The steamed buns are cold, and the dishes are also cold, it seems that because of that mouthful of millet porridge, he has adapted to the cold food and eats it with relish.

The night wind was still cold, blowing through the thin and thin body.

The body didn't seem to care, and the waist straightened up.

The night wind seems to be unwilling, raging, unscrupulous.

I don't know if it was out of instinct, or if there was an epiphany, the body rested on his right hand, and his left hand was placed on his waist at will, and he fell asleep in this raging cold wind.

Take the sky as the quilt, take the earth as the seat, the mountains and rivers roll up the blinds, the stars and the moon sleep together, accompanied by the cold wind, free and easy.

Unconsciously, there was a faint flow of true qi on the surface of the body, although it was not thick, but it was enough to keep out the cold.

In the night, Yan Shan and Meng Tian have been quietly staring at Dugu Feng in the distance. After seeing this scene, they smiled happily, and then slowly closed their eyes.

The night is gone, and the sun is rising.

Dugufeng sat cross-legged, looking at the void in the distant sky, his eyes were sometimes blurred, sometimes empty, seemingly a little stupid, more like returning to the basics.

Yan Shan looked at Dugu Feng with a solemn expression, and asked softly, "Tian'er, what's wrong with Brother Dugu?"

Meng Tian's eyes were as clear as water, and he said lightly: "Brother Dugu forcibly sank into the realm of forgetting things and me." ”

Yan Shan's face changed greatly, and he sighed lightly: "Brother Dugu, why bother!"

Meng Tian shook his head slightly, and said, "Brother Dugu's dantian has been destroyed, and it is impossible to go mad." This kind of forcible sinking into the realm of forgetting things and self seems to be similar to the unintentional kendo. ”

Hearing this, Yan Shan was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "What will happen after that?"

Meng Tian shook his head with a wry smile and muttered, "Tian'er doesn't know either." ”

Inadvertently, Dugufeng raised his arms high, palms facing the sky, his left leg half squatted, his right leg bent and flat, and sat quietly on the ground.

Yan Shan is like a second monk, confused. He asked casually, "What is Brother Dugu doing?"

Meng Tian said softly: "Tian'er doesn't know either. ”

"This is the Vajra Dharma. A voice came from behind him.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian were both startled, and when they looked back, they saw Zhang Ye holding a basket in his hand and standing quietly not far away. It was concern and curiosity that they didn't even notice that there was someone behind them. Fortunately, it is not an enemy, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable.

Yan Shan wiped the cold sweat from his palms, his eyes seemed to think of something, and he asked casually, "This is the King Kong Divine Power?"

Zhang Ye nodded, and quickly shook his head.

Yan Shan frowned slightly, not knowing why.

Zhang Ye said: "This is indeed the probe Arhat in the Vajra Dharma, but Brother Dugu has never asked me about the Vajra divine power." ”

There was silence, a deathly silence.

Zhang Ye came to Yan Shan's side, gently put the basket on the ground, and sat down himself.

In this way, in this open space, one person sometimes changes his body, and the three of them meditate, letting the clouds be light and the wind is light, and the spring is brilliant.

With the passage of time, Yan Shan can faintly feel a mysterious power; taking this opportunity, Meng Tian also sank into the realm of forgetting things and me, and comprehended the unintentional sword way......

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