In a hurry, Chang'an City ushered in another year. In the morning, Chang'an Street, which was still full of people and noisy cars and horses, after noon, it was much colder all of a sudden, and the footprints on the ground were also slowly covered by fresh snow, and it was still early in the evening, but the fragrance of the Chinese New Year's Eve meal seemed to have faintly smelled a smell.

Half an hour ago, every household was busy clearing the snow in front of their house, hanging red lanterns and pasting Spring Festival couplets, as if the whole world had become lively. It's a snow-covered city, and it's hard to hide its splendor even if it's covered in snow.

This is Chang'an, the prosperous Chang'an.

"Senior sister, give. Ma Yan bought two hot rice cakes, trotted all the way to Long Yuxin, and said with a hot air in his mouth.

Long Yuxin looked at the rice cake in Ma Yan's hand, and couldn't help but be a little stunned. Like many people in Chang'an, she has long forgotten that this is the first New Year in Chang'an, and only knows that Chang'an is peaceful every year, and Chang'an is coming from generation to generation.

"Senior sister, it's cold outside, let's go back to the Sword Academy. Ma Yan said softly. But when he said this, he suddenly wanted to slap himself, Chang'an is cold, but isn't the Sword Academy colder?

Nowadays, there are almost no people in the Sword Academy, and most of the students have gone home for the New Year, although there are still some who do not go home, but they are not familiar with them.

Since Su Yongqiu's death, Long Yuxin's life seems to be missing something. The most respected elders on weekdays are gone, and the once familiar figures are gone, this Chang'an always seems so lonely sometimes.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed.

Now that she has been promoted to the assistant teacher of the Sword Academy, and Ma Yan has also become someone else's senior brother, all of this always feels so strange, but it is very familiar. Chang'an is still the same, things are not people.

"Let's walk around. After Long Yuxin finished speaking, he took a bite of the rice cake with his small mouth, and the steaming hot air rushed towards him, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

"Senior sister, I want to eat dumplings. Ma Yan looked at Long Yuxin's expression and said in a low voice, "Why don't we go back and make dumplings?"

Long Yuxin looked at Ma Yan, and the flickering sky seemed to reflect two figures.

The cold wind blows, and the red lanterns in front of every house seem to be soaring into the sky, how great it would be if we could go back to last year's winter solstice......

"The two of them should be having a good time now, right?" Long Yuxin thought to herself, she nodded, "Well, let's go buy noodles." ”

For some reason, Ma Yan always felt that Long Yuxin had something hidden in his heart, but he didn't know how to say it, and the two lonely figures walked silently along Chang'an Avenue and disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.

Crash......

At the foot of the mountain, the waves are turbulent.

Maybe the New Year is approaching, and the sea also wants to shake off the bad luck of the whole year, and the wind and waves beat very violently.

Zhan Liuli stood on the top of Canglan Mountain, facing the endless sea, his eyes were a little confused.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she were muttering

Count what.

"Heavenly Word List. Zhan Liuli said, slowly pulling out the sword in his hand.

Over the years, the only thing that has accompanied her is this sword, which is her best companion and can keep her from being alone. She knew how far she had to go, and defeating cultivators of her age might be a great honor, but it didn't satisfy her.

She wants to reach the top of the Tianzi list and become a more powerful figure than Mo Xingxiao......

In the Daming Palace, the lights are brilliant and the singing is lingering. Li Nie spent another year on his brother's throne. He knew that it was a matter of time before the country changed hands. Unless one day you can step into the legendary ninth-order cultivation and live with heaven and earth.

He's old, and so are a lot of people.

The prosperous dynasty ushered in the first era of blood replacement.

Without Shen Binglin, who will be in charge of the Chang'an forbidden army and guard the eternal peace of Chang'an?

Without Mo Stopfeng, the Prison Heaven Division has now become a pool of backwater, and I don't know how long I will have to wait for Pan Xuanbing to carry this banner again.

At present, among the three princes, Li Nie still has not figured out a suitable candidate.

The grass people don't ask about state affairs, but he can't. This is not as easy as imagined in the seat that everyone looks up to. Unless, giving up this throne, he is alone and greedy for the luxury of his time.

In the reckless yellow sand, Luo Yue put the crescent sword in her hand into the scabbard, and the cold sand grazed her face and sprinkled in the blood of this place.

This should be the last time she draws her sword before the New Year.

Xiliang people have an unrestrained temperament, are brave and good at fighting, and will not be soft on women.

At that time, it was clear that if there was no old woman with him, he was afraid that he would die in the desert in just half a day, and even if he didn't die, he might become a female slave under someone else's bed.

It was getting late, so she picked up the torch from the ground, walked to a higher sand dune, and plunged her scabbard into the icy yellow sand, leaning against the wind.

At this moment, the direction she is looking at is Chang'an.

"At the moment in Chang'an, it should be ......very lively," Luo Yue thought to herself.

It's not that she is reluctant to Chang'an, but she misses the people and things in Chang'an at the beginning.

At this moment, in the area of Xiliang, there is also a person, looking at Chang'an from afar, with dried tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

She didn't know how long it would take to end this life, she would be surprised every night in her dreams, thinking that she was still in Chang'an, in the small room of the Menghualou, outside, there were horizontal and vertical Chang'an streets and alleys, and Chang'an pavilions that rose from the ground and grew the same, like immortal guards in Chang'an.

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