On the edge of Liangjia City, two groups of armor soldiers faced each other silently and silently.

Heavy snow is falling, and there is a lonely wind outside. The wind on this land is like a knife, and in the days of heavy snow and madness, the number of people who died is unknown, and after today, more people will die...... But all of this is for the rebirth of the next year's New Year.

Duan Wuyin was wearing a blue cloak, his face was sickly and pale, he clenched the reins in his hand, reined in his horse and stopped, the thin rope tied to his neck was blown away by the wind, and the cloak was blown high, and finally turned into a small black dot in the wind and snow, and finally disappeared.

His complexion was somewhat complicated.

The Zhong family's team had withdrawn from the Western Defense Line, and this group of armored soldiers came from Luoyang to rush to the cavalry, stepping on the snow for this negotiation.

I don't know how long it will take to resist the battle of the western defense line, with the bloody nature of Jiang Qingyi and the Xiguan Sixteen-character Battalion under his command, even if it takes another ten years, it will be difficult to distinguish between life and death, and Luoyang is facing too much pressure.

And the full-scale outbreak of the war on the southern front brought unprecedented urgency to the Great Wei, and the breakthrough of the Heavenly Wolf King City made the crisis of annihilation burn the brow...... And so there was this negotiation.

Duan Xiaohou Ye's eyes were a little complicated.

He looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a dragon robe and had a thin body, but he looked immobile in the wind and snow, and his heart was full of flavors.

It's more of a hardship.

This negotiation was intended to close Xiguan, he had thought ...... His Majesty will personally apologize and admit his mistakes, admit all his mistakes, and give an explanation to those Xiguan soldiers who died.

Xiguan and Northern Wei are originally a family, and Qi Liang is in front, so why fight again?

In the wind and snow, Cao Zhixuan got off the horse, and the purple-robed master Xuan Shangyu also turned over and dismounted, and accompanied him, the two approached the city gate, raised their heads, and saw the young vassal king with a flying white robe on his shoulders.

The two groups of soldiers under the city were silent.

Cao Zhixuan smiled silently, and walked straight into the dark city gate, the firelight on both sides of the corridor was glittering, and it was dim in the wind and snow, Duan Wuyin followed behind, lowering his eyebrows and eyes, and his face was expressionless.

What's going to happen next......

It was not a peaceful negotiation, but an assassination that was not very secure.

In Liangjia City, assassinate Jiang Qingyi, the feudal king of Xiguan.

Duan Wuyin and Jiang Qingyi missed the opportunity to fight, but he knew that this young vassal king had a profound creation, and after obtaining half of the Fucang Record, he escaped from the ambush in the Daji Mountain Range and seriously injured Zhong Yusheng.

What level of cultivator Zhong Yusheng was, no one knew better than Duan Wuyin.

The reason why he didn't make a move in the battle of ambushing Jiang Qingyi on the Western Defense Line...... It was because he was not strong enough at that time, and the blood qi and creation he devoured were more than a little worse than Zhong Yusheng.

This time is different from that time.

Duan Wuyin looked at his nose and nose, knowing that no matter how good the king of the Xiguan Domain was, he could not be his opponent...... It's just that whether or not he can be killed smoothly in the next step has become the biggest problem.

And what was going to happen next, the purple robe didn't know anything about it.

He didn't know that Cao Zhixuan was determined to kill Jiang Qingyi by this means to forcibly requisition Xiguan's troops.

A person who has calmly maintained a draw at the gaming table for 20 years, and now loses it all overnight, where is there any reason to speak of?

He couldn't wait to put all the chips on it, and when he lost it, he pressed it again, and even lent the chips that could turn over at all costs, and the sword went off the rails again and again.

Such a person will either lose more and more badly, until he has nothing left, and even his life is lost at the table, or he will become the final winner.

It's just that the price to pay for winning is incomparably huge.

Look forward, look back, and there is no one around.

They are pressed on the table, whether they win or lose, it is a dead end.

Wait until the gambler is sober to find out......

Dead.

Dead.

......

......

At the end of December, there is no annual end.

Lanling City was in a silent atmosphere, and every household symbolically hung two lanterns at the door, and there was no other action.

During these silent days, the only thing to look forward to was the news from the front.

Qi Liang's army......

Logged on the river bank of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Broke through the Sky Wolf King City.

Next, the next road was like a bamboo, breaking through the defenders who were blocking the way, and wherever they passed, it seemed that the nine cities of the Northern Wei Dynasty would be captured by Qi Liang one after another.

This is a good thing to be happy about, but His Majesty's health is not optimistic.

Xiao Wang did not go out in person, but handed over the purple gold tiger talisman to the hands of His Second Highness and Qi Shu, and this battle of Wei was given full authority to the young people under his hands.

The eldest lady of the Su family stays in the air every day, helpless.

The bluestone bodhisattva of the Great Banyan Temple...... It doesn't seem to be in a rut.

The old man lying on the bed was no longer pale, but rosy, and he lay quietly in the dark, enjoying the silence of seclusion.

It was also quiet outside.

But the other side of the river ...... It was the flames of flames, the swords intertwined, the blood spilled, and the iron hooves clanged.

He seemed to hear the noisy noise, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, and some familiar and unfamiliar images came to mind in his mind.

The banner was planted in the sky above Luoyang City, and the dusk pulled the blood-soaked shadow beyond the horizon, and someone raised the long sword in his hand.

It doesn't matter if it's rain, snow or wind on that day.

On that day, it was peaceful.

......

......

With His Royal Highness's current cultivation, it doesn't take much time to rush back to Qiliang from the Heavenly Wolf King City, and the sword qi opens the way all the way, and the mighty waves are chopping and chopping.

Lotus clothes fluttering, puffing up sleeves.

Wei Lingshan is still recuperating on the Holy Island, and the senior brother is by her side, so she will be fine.

For Yi Xiao, it is not easy for great cultivators to meddle in the battlefield, so there is something more important than the Civil War.

There was a mess in my mind.

The firelight of Lujia Town......

The woman called Rouge......

Xiao Chongding's death ......

Now it seems that the flame that suddenly burst out of my heart on that day was like a spark that was suddenly ignited, spontaneously combusted without wind, and then intensified, and finally became uncontrollable, took the purple box, and climbed the snow-capped mountain.

Finally calmed down, and from the identity of an outsider, there seemed to be some thoughts at the beginning and end of all this.

Before Xiao Chongding went to Lujia Town, he had been to the Great Banyan Temple, and no one knew what he saw, only that since then...... Qingshi practiced the closed-mouth meditation.

Broken line, in the Great Banyan Temple, in the bluestone.

......

......

The heavy snow in Yangguan Valley was overwhelming, and the temple was clean, and Yi Xiao pushed open the temple door.

The young man in the monk's robe stopped his movements, and watched the little highness in a pitch-black lotus robe push the door, and then gently closed the door knocker, and said with a trace of doubt: "Your guest ...... Where did you go?"

In the pagoda in the temple, the woman's breath disappeared cleanly.

Trace.

What about Yi Xiaoan, where did she go?

The young man's eyes in the monk's robe were slightly dim, and he said softly, "Your Highness...... Lord Keqing went far to the west and will never come back. ”

Yi Xiao was a little confused.

Western......

Xiguan Xiyu

Still is...... Eight Feet Mountain?

He pursed his lips, and all kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, during the time when he had an accident, the desolate people and the demon clan happened to sweep westward, if Yi Xiao'an went to Bachi Mountain to seek revenge for herself...... Wait, it won't come back again, what do you mean?

The young man in the monk's robe waved lightly towards Yi Xiao, slowly turned around, and faced the tombstone of the Great Banyan Temple, with a heavy and serious expression: "Master Pu Deng, the guest lord in the temple, sat down ten years ago and went to the Western Elysium...... Indeed, he has long since left this world and will never return. ”

Yi Xiao's expression was a little stunned.

"I'm not talking about this guest. ”

"Temple...... There is only this one guest secretary. ”

"I'm talking about the woman. ”

His Royal Highness said with a smile, in the Great Banyan Temple, the Dharma is pure...... How can there be a female guest?"

"No, that's not the case...... Yi Xiao raised her head and looked at the pagoda, inside that pagoda, Yi Xiao'an's aura was swept away, and even Fu Yuan's sword qi was not left, "She practiced there...... Why is this happening?"

The young man in the monk's robe folded his hands, chanted the Buddha's name, and said gently: "Your Highness, you are the one who opened the pagoda, and the person who entered the pagoda is the master of the prison...... There is no one else. ”

Yi Xiao turned around a little at a loss, and saw the little novice coming from outside the hall, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You guys...... Can't even remember her?"

Xiao Shami's eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't know what Yi Xiao was talking about.

"It's a woman, a young, beautiful ...... With a red bun and a layman's uniform, he practiced swords in a pagoda and smashed copper coins next to the Trevi Fountain...... You can't remember, how can you not remember, such a big living person?"

There was silence.

The little novice looked at His Royal Highness in a daze.

"Monk—"

"Monk!"

In the main hall.

The green-shirted monk sitting on the futon turned his head a little puzzled.

"They can't remember ......"

"They can't remember......"

"All of them ...... Forgot about Yi Xiaoan. ”

The voice of bluestone sounded in the main hall.

He asked seriously, "Who is Yi Xiaoan?"