The first sunny day after the snow, the silver and white world.

There was silence in the heavens and the earth.

The sound of horses' hooves came from south to north, and the red horses galloped on the vast snowfield, and the horses' hooves rolled up the snow waves.

Hua Ruwolf shuddered, although the hand holding the reins was frozen unconscious, his heart felt hot, because soon he would see his junior brother who had been absent for ten years.

Looking ahead, there was a camp in the middle of the barren snow.

The gate of the camp was wide open, and the camp was full of soldiers who had been waiting for a long time. The flower was like a wolf and restrained the horse, and the two soldiers helped him off the horse and dusted off the snow on his body.

Hua Ruwolf walked to a brazier, wanting to warm up first, and happened to meet a swarthy young man walking out of the tent next to him.

The young man was naked, covered in a bearskin, with strong chest muscles, broad shoulders, dark and rough skin, and a dirty beard that he hadn't taken care of for a long time. Such scruffy soldiers can be seen everywhere in the camp. Very few men would still be image-oriented in such a place, because there were no women in the barracks.

Hua Ruwolf didn't recognize the swarthy young man, but the young man recognized him at a sight.

At the moment when he saw Hua Ru Wolf, the eyes of the swarthy young man buried in his messy hair suddenly lit up, and an arrow rushed over, grabbed Hua Ru Wolf's neck with both hands, and pressed it down on the snow.

Hua Ruwolf was pinched so that he couldn't breathe, but he didn't fight back at all, like a weak scholar who was powerless.

The soldiers were worried about causing trouble, so they hurriedly broke the hands of the swarthy young man, but those two hands were firmly locked around the neck of the wolf like an iron ring, and they couldn't break it no matter how they broke it.

Hua Ruwolf waved his hand, signaling that the others did not need to interfere.

The soldiers looked at Hua Ruwolf nervously, looking at each other, and no one knew which play these two were singing.

Hua Ruwolf can't sing, he knows that in this world, there is only one person who will greet guests from afar in this way. This swarthy young man is the junior brother he wants to see today-Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao gradually withdrew the strength in his hand and laughed: "Senior brother, you are still the same, you would rather die than give in." ”

Hua Ruwolf swallowed hard, rubbed his neck and said, "Third junior brother, you are also the same, with big breasts and no brains. ”

The two of them smiled heartily, although in the eyes of others, they didn't use any spells, but in the process of fighting just now, they could feel that each other's cultivation in the past ten years, and no one had fallen behind.

Hua Ruwolf sighed: "Since Master came back from the dead, the five of us have been practicing in Yunmeng Mountain for ten years. Later, they parted ways, and another ten years passed, and I think that in the past twenty years, the other three are very different from before, only you still haven't changed at all......"

Yang Xiao smiled: "Senior brother, I was blamed for being ignorant back then. If I hadn't done that kind of thing, it wouldn't have caused the five of us to be separated for ten years. ”

Hua Ruwolf patted his junior brother on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let it pass in the past, Master has already had the intention to let the five of us wander outside, even if that incident didn't happen to you and Yuan Sheng, we will have to go our separate ways sooner or later, so we don't have to blame ourselves too much." ”

"Hehe, big brother, I just like to hear you. ”

Yang Xiao smiled and stretched out a big black hand and handed it to Hua Ruwolf, wanting to pull his senior brother up. Hua Ruwolf didn't get up in a hurry, took out a parchment scroll from his arms, handed it to Yang Xiao, and said, "Master, I want you to do something." ”

"That old fox, finally remembered me!"

Yang Xiao hurriedly took the parchment roll, and was about to open it in front of everyone, but was held down by Hua Ruwolf with one hand, and reproached: "Why hasn't there been any growth at all, go back and see again." ”

"What's mysterious and secretive, this old fox just likes to sell off......"

Hua Ruwolf got up and patted the snow on his body, got up and said, "As long as you can get this done, you will be the leader of the Xuanzong Purple Feather Banner in the future." ”

Purple Feather Banner Leader?

Yang Xiao's hands clenched the parchment scroll trembled uncontrollably, if he got this position, it meant that he could be on an equal footing with the senior brother Hua Ruwolf.

Once upon a time, this position was too far away for Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao has been in the army for ten years, there are many people who don't know him, but there is no one who has never heard of the fox master, and even the deaf person who cooks knows that the fox master is the master of Xuanzong who calls for wind and rain.

But until yesterday, no one believed in the relationship between Yang Xiao and the fox master.

It's not that Yang Xiao hasn't told anyone about his identity, it's just that no one believes that the fox master's apprentice will be a border pawn. Later, even Yang Xiao himself admitted that he was joking, because he knew that if he continued to insist, he would only be drowned out by ridicule.

When watching the snow mountain, Yang Xiao always has a new understanding of the three words "fox master", and sometimes even feels that this name belongs to a distant stranger.

The "fox master" in the mouth of the military men has two very extreme evaluations. Some people say that the fox master is a chaotic minister and thief, a demon who slaughters thousands of troops and horses outside the capital, and some people say that the fox master is a master of the world, a righteous man who has the courage to overthrow the faint king.

Whether it is a righteous man with a good reputation or a demon with a bad reputation, Yang Xiao feels that it is not the master he once knew. His last impression of Master was only on that night ten years ago.

That night, Yuan Sheng asked Yang Xiao to duel on the grassland on the top of Yunmeng Mountain, and agreed that the loser would give up his pursuit of his junior sister Princess Wansheng.

Yang Xiao's interest in this duel itself was far greater than the stakes of the duel.

Yuan Sheng carefully chose a saber.

Yang Xiao used a knife. At that time, he was sixteen or seventeen years old, like a knife, rough, violent, and direct......

The two had no grievances or hatreds, but they fought because of their own will.

Hua Ruwolf felt that the motive for the duel between the two was very strange, but it did seem like something that only a young man with blood and strength would do, and Yang Xiao and Yuan Sheng were the age of blood and strength and strength.

How he was defeated by Yuan Sheng in the end, Yang Xiao didn't remember it for a long time, but he only remembered that the last thing he saw before fainting was the master's face, an expressionless face. There was no silence that Master had ever had, silent as a statue, an angry giant.

Yang Xiao knew that silence was Master's harshest criticism, worth a thousand words. It was only when someone provoked him that he would see another serious face and be severely punished, even his closest disciples.

When Yang Xiao woke up, he found himself in a desolate border snow-capped mountain, like an exiled prisoner, from a personal disciple of the fox master to a nobody guarding the border pass.

From that day on, Yang Xiao was forbidden by his master to use any spells.

When he first joined the army, Yang Xiao regarded himself as the apprentice of the fox master, like an untamable fierce horse, and did not take anyone seriously.

Later, he discovers that he is good for nothing but spells, and he can't even beat strong mortals.

Although Yang Xiao's father is a general and grew up listening to military stories, this camp is completely different from what he heard. There are no iron hooves here, and the only thing that needs to be done here is to "stand".

Sometimes under the heavy snowfall, one stop is a day and a night. Yang Xiao meditated and practiced while standing, honing his impetuous will, and had nothing else to do. Because there are never days off, there are no delicacies from the mountains and seas, and there are no women.

However, it seems that there has never been a woman, for example, two days ago, Yang Xiao heard that someone had seen a heavenly maiden descend to earth on the top of a snowy mountain.