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Today's sunset is extraordinarily red, and the refusal to leave for a long time seems to indicate that something is going to happen? But unfortunately many people only know how to appreciate the beauty of the sunset, but few people care about what will happen tonight? This is not surprising, some things are not suitable for too many people to know, even if they are good!

After a day of hard training, these newly formed civilian cavalry were also sweating profusely, after all, it was the first day to receive such a strong training, and many people were a little unbearable, but fortunately they still persevered. This may not be their instinct to call them the limit, the power to break through the limit is often not within the reach of individual ability, but also depends on the general environment of the border city and the grim situation they are facing now!

After these people left, Bian Long wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked towards Wen Yunfeng, the two of them were only a few steps away, but he walked very slowly, maybe he still had something to say in his heart, how to express it?

Of course, Wen Yunfeng can also understand what Bian Long is thinking, all he can do is listen and comfort quietly, and hide the truth from the past without changing his face, but who will comfort him?

Finally, Bian Long still walked up to Wen Yunfeng, and Bian Long whispered softly: "Brother, after tonight, Bian Long still doesn't know if he can come back? If something happens to me, this place will be handed over to you." ”

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "You are the lord of a city, you can't have anything, it's better to let me go, if I go, I should be more sure!"

Bian Long patted Wen Yunfeng's shoulder, smiled and said: "I can hand over such a brother as you in this life, die without regrets, don't fight with me, the best result tonight is that I and the Qing army cannon will be blown up together, this is also the only value of Bian Long's existence, and you still have a lot to do in life!"

Bian Long lowered his head, his emotions were a little complicated, if it was fear, he could completely understand it, but there was no trace of fear and cringe in his stubborn and stubborn eyes, there was only infinite attachment to the border city, confusion about the future of the border city, and guilt for Wen Yunfeng.

Wen Yunfeng also had a lot of emotions in his heart, and he also wanted to pour it out for his confidant to hear, but he couldn't say it, at least not yet, so he had to leave.

The corners of Wen Yunfeng's mouth rose, and he reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said, "Brother Bian Long, take care, I will wait for you to come back in the border city!"

Bian Long also raised his head slightly, returned with a warm smile, and waved his hand to signal Wen Yunfeng to leave with confidence.

Wen Yunfeng walked in the direction of Xicheng Tower, he could always turn around from time to time and meet Bian Long's eyes, every intersection was like a conversation, Bian Long seemed to be inheriting something to Wen Yunfeng? Wen Yunfeng seemed to be explaining something to Bian Long? This may be the only time that these two sympathetic confidants couldn't read each other, but in the end they would definitely know everything that happened today, but it seemed that at that time it was difficult for them to stand in the same world and talk!

The sun and the evening are destined to turn into dusk moonlight, but tonight is destined to have no moonlight, if you must ask why the border city is lit?

Tonight, the border city is calm and the Qing army camp is destined to boil, there should be someone to die tonight, it may be Wen Yunfeng, it may be Shi Bianlong, it may be those soldiers of the Qing camp, but the person who is destined to die may only be Wen Yunfeng, no matter what the situation? If someone has to die, then the swordsman is always the most suitable one!

The West Cities were gently opened and closed, and a black shadow quickly flashed out, from the hustle and bustle of the border city and the lights, into the loneliness and desolation of the desert.

Wen Yunfeng looked back at the city tower behind him from time to time, he didn't know if there was anyone there, but he knew that this city must be reluctant to give up on him, and it was precisely because of this reluctance that he had no reason not to work hard.

Wen Yunfeng turned around and faced in the direction of the dark night and yellow sand, and was about to stride forward.

A bright voice suddenly sounded above the city tower: "Swordsmen can always create miracles, I am waiting for your miracles, otherwise such a story will be too dull and boring!"

Wen Yunfeng didn't look back, because the voice was not difficult to distinguish, the people who could wait here and know what Wen Yunfeng was going to do were no one else except the old man of the Beigu Heroes Building!

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "I hope so, I'm glad you came here to give me a ride, maybe when I am dying, I can really come back to life when I think of your words." ”

The old man smiled, and Wen Yunfeng also smiled, they didn't look at each other, but they laughed because the other party was laughing.

Completely detached from the lights of the border city, Wen Yunfeng and Qingyan Sword were buried deep in the night, this single figure may not be too familiar to the border city, or maybe there will be no chance to be familiar with it again.

The old man slowly walked down the city tower, strolling alone in the empty street under the west city tower, he is undoubtedly the most skilled in the world, the most exciting person in the world, such a person should usually be happy and complacent, and should live well, but from the old man's dry face and deep eyes can not find a trace of joy, after all, he was a swordsman and was destined to be trapped in the rivers and lakes all his life, so it is difficult to cultivate a majestic ambition and iron heart, he is still here only because his sword has been completely detached into mercy and justice.

In the silence of the street, a hurried figure drove in front of you. Just when the two were about to meet, they both stopped, he and he never had anything to do, let alone have anything to say, after all, since they had to prevaricate in order not to be embarrassed, at least they knew that each other was not a bad person.

Bian Long was the first to speak: "The old-timers haven't rested so late?"

The old man smiled and said, "The Bianlong City Lord has not rested, is there anything important about being in such a hurry?"

Bian Long smiled and said, "There's nothing important, it's just that I've been irritable and out for a walk recently." ”

The old man smiled and said: "It is undoubtedly the best choice to come to Xichenglou if you are upset, even if you ask about the taste of yellow sand here." ”

Bian Long smiled and said: "Presumably, the old-timers are also infinitely irritable in their hearts, but looking at your current expression, it should be much better, since Xichenglou is so effective in driving away annoyance and relieving boredom, the younger generations have to feel it quickly." ”

The old man stepped aside, making way for Bian Long to lead to Xicheng Tower, to Huangsha, and to death, and the old man smiled and said, "Hurry up, hurry up." ”

Looking at the back of Bian Long's departure, the old man turned around and walked a few steps and stopped, and after being silent and entangled for a while, he finally decided to re-ascend the Xicheng Tower.

Wen Yunfeng went, Bian Long also followed, the border city is still here, and the old man is still guarding here.

Looking at the direction of the night, the old man muttered to himself: "The world is afraid of death, so the world has survived, and some people are not afraid of death, so these people die quickly." It seems that Heaven is also a powerful Lord, and peace and beauty are ultimately reserved for those who submit to it. ”

After that, the old man quietly looked at the direction of the yellow sand, although the magnificent scenery of the yellow sand could not be seen at all at night, but it was the direction with the magnificent scenery, someone should look up, regardless of day and night!

The hoarse voice, the bitter west wind, and the lonely city tower, the old man chanted over and over again: "Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times." ”

Simple words and phrases can always express some tedious sorrows, but there is no real born person in this world who has the heart of being born!