The Russian wind was raging, sweeping and raging the heavens and the earth, and a large area of dark clouds swarmed in the northwest direction, obscuring the sky, and the eyes of the people of the Zhijiao were also confused and terrified! It was completely unexpected, and there was no warning at all, only to hear the wind whining like a thousand ghosts crying together, only to see thousands of torches all in the wind for a while, and in the meantime, a pair of stunned eyes, and a dull face. The sky has changed, between the elbows and armpits, the wind on the flat ground rises and the sky is clear, and there is no thunder and no electricity and rainstorms: "Bang la!

The torrential rain poured like a pour, the torches were extinguished in an instant, and the endless darkness was the gluttonous mouth, swallowing the heavens and the earth in one fell swoop, everything and everything! I couldn't see my fingers, and there was no light, not to mention that the eyes of the human eyes, the eagle-eyed eagle-eyed, the eyes of the night beasts were all discolored, and only black and black, and it was pitch black! In the end, there was infinite fear in my heart, even worse than the chill of the skin, night or night, but there were no stars, no moon, no lights, but few people in the world had seen the real darkness: "Herod! Herod!

Thousands of horses neighed and panicked, and at that moment all people, all horses, all birds and beasts lost their claims, and there was a great chaos and a thousand noisy. Fearing the power of heaven and earth, and the power of ghosts and gods, all things are unified in the darkness, and whose man's great stroke is this? It's me! It's me! Crying out in the mouth, is it a friend? Is it you? Is it you? How can you wave the blade in your hand? Fear spreads wantonly in the darkness, the heartbeat seems to stop, and the killing stops in the darkness, or it has not yet begun.

The wind and rain must be in the wind, and the sound of the pipa is also extinguished.

It came quickly, and it was in a hurry, and I didn't have time to catch my breath, and this time the weather became faster than turning a book.

There was darkness left, and dark clouds obscured the light of day.

There is only one star.

The Living Buddha has a saying. When the sound of the pipa stops. That is, when you return to camp.

But no one returned to the camp. It's a black eye, I can't tell the way home, and I can't find the way home, but I look up at the star in the sky.

The stars are above the nine heavens, just like a lone lamp, the clouds cannot be hidden, and the darkness is the only light.

is moving, moving, no more than the bright moonlight, like a firefly.

Fireflies. There is no difference between the two and meteors, even if you run to death, you yearn for the light!

It's Gu Tu.

There must be a direction, Gu Rabbit is the guide, in fact, Ah Wu is already in the sky, above the Divine Crane, above the Eagle Vulture, above the fallen city, above the living beings, and above the Living Buddha, holding Gu Rabbit, guiding the direction of the evacuation of the Long Jing Army. When the galaxy is shining, the pearl is gloomy, but once the sky and the earth are ink. Gu Tu has to shine in the end! Whether it's a pearl or a flowing firefly. At that moment, that little bit of light is the only hope in people's hearts, and so are beasts, neither friend nor foe.

Only by experiencing the real darkness can we know the value of light, even if it is a glimmer of light.

In the darkness, no one could see, Tuojialuo held the pipa and rode the black tiger, and relaxed towards the python river at a galloping speed. Strange power can mess with the gods, and the living Buddha is also angry, Tuojialuo can slaughter all the Longjing army with a fake hand Xiliang army, or he can be merciful and let it go, but the living Buddha is the living Buddha, and he doesn't like the will of the gods to be swayed by people. It must be in the Tibetan Sea, and Tuojialuo also knows it, and the living Buddha of the thousand-faced demon Tuojialuo also knows it, although he has not seen it.

The sky opened, the dark clouds dispersed, the stars were still bright and the moon was still bright, and it was as bright as day for a while.

Is that an illusion? Or is it an illusion? Isn't it like someone waving his hand, and the clouds open and the fog dissipates in the blink of an eye.

Long Jingjun is gone.

There is only an abandoned city, a pair of confused eyes, confused hearts, pieces of messy hoof prints and messy muddy water, looking everywhere, full of devastation. In the ruins, the scattered embers have been extinguished, and under the deep night, the tired body and mind are invaded by cold. The soft moonlight cast on the wilderness, reflecting little by little, it was the light of white bones and bluestone, the light of swords, guns and armor, like fragments of memory, washed by rain, sharp and cold.

Quiet, quiet, hundreds of thousands, generally silent.

There are gods three feet above his head, and Long Jingjun is blessed by gods, so he was able to get out of trouble and escape.

There are traces to follow, clearly go to the southeast, and go down the Python River to the northeast, which is the direction where the capital of Longjing is located.

To chase, or not to chase, ask the three princes.

The king of Unu does not chase, but the king of the bones will chase, so listen to the king of the rabble.

Of course, still, listen to the living Buddha.

But the Living Buddha disappeared, took away the black tiger and took away the tiger talisman, leaving only one Moro -

The national teacher said and stood by in place.

Then rest, take a good rest, no matter what, the tent must be set up and the bonfire must be lit, the clothes must be dried, the belly must be filled, and then a good night's sleep can be seen to see the sun rise in the east tomorrow. Of course, it's not the end, there is still a long journey, and there are countless cities in front of the capture of a Liangzhou city, and I have long been mentally prepared, and the war has just begun. Obviously, this time it was the Xiliang Army that won the final victory, which can be regarded as pulling out this extremely tough nail, and everyone has a sense of relief: "Whew-"

And the Longjing Army Bird came out of the cage fish to swim in the sea, and the mood must be extremely relaxed at this time. It is said that they are enemies and both warriors, and they can understand each other without words, or they can understand each other's inner worlds, and this is true. Everything has both sides to it, and in fact, Liangzhou City is a heavy burden and a huge burden for both sides, just because this tall and difficult stone city is not only a cold and bloodthirsty beast, but also a big prison. Being a prisoner, losing one's freedom, and being in fear of being in danger of not being able to do so is unpleasant: "Whew-"

Exhale a sullen breath, exhale a breath of evil breath, still very depressed, and the dream is shattered!

What is the pain, and why bother, this is an unanswered question, or is it the chief of the Su Dao said well, the biggest truth in the world is that there is no reason. The truth is funny and ridiculous, funny and wonderful, just like the incomparably strong Liangzhou City was built to be breached, just like this city can also be used as a bargaining chip like the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, just like a short period of peace can only be exchanged for a long war, from ancient times to the present, never stopping.

People's desires are endless, and people's hearts are the mouth of gluttony.

Above the thin ice, there is a hole.

Yu Zanghai has disappeared, and it seems to have turned into a fish, escaped into the Python River, and swam into the sea.

Only one feather was left for Togaro.

As a memorial.

A black and white feather, a pair of eyes as black as night.

The black tiger walked silently on the ice, looking at the Togaru with bird feathers from time to time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Of course, the eyes of the black tiger are also black and white, neither gray, nor yellow, nor green, nor blind.

"I know you, you are Fang Yin. Whoever thinks the black tiger is blind, who is really blind: "I am Yu Zanghai, you can call me Uncle Yu." (To be continued......)