Maybe Ling Tianyun deliberately did this, which diluted the sadness of Ye Yinfeng and Nangong Xianchen's parting, but even so, Ye Yinfeng and Nangong Xianchen laughed happily. Even Qing Aya, who was full of sorrow, smiled so that he couldn't disturb his mouth, but Tang Qi's eyes were full of sadness, but he couldn't say it. Of course, Ling Tianyun was miserable, he was worse than any of the most dangerous moments, in addition to the plackets on his body being torn apart, his sturdy body was even more shocking scars. The black lady showed no mercy to her subordinates, and picked up the long whip and beat Ling Tianyun severely.

The young marshal of the Guiyi Army, who had no righteous spirit, saw that the situation was not good, and he had long since not known where to flee and hid, but Ling Tianyun became much more honest after receiving the fierce lesson of the black lady. As soon as he saw the Black Lady, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he had to take a detour to avoid her. In this regard, Guo Cunyi, the marshal of the Guiyi Army, was very puzzled, and he didn't know how this young man who was so valued by him could be so afraid of the black lady.

Shuozhou City began to return to normal, and Shuozhou City Mansion Yali also returned to normal, except for Xiao Dongping and his son, there are still a lot of Han people in this Shuozhou Mansion, and Xiao Dongping died, and some Han people were directly appointed by Guo Cunyi as the new parents of Shuozhou. In the past two days, Guo Cunyi's government affairs have finally been almost busy, and he began to have time to chat with these young people.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he took the Black Lady to find Ling Tianyun and the others, he found that Ling Tianyun was like a frightened mouse, and he didn't dare to look at the Black Lady. This aroused his curiosity, and he couldn't help but ask them both curiously, and to his surprise, both of them were silent. A trace of speculation flashed in his heart, Guo Cunyi looked at Ling Tianyun meaningfully, his meaningful gaze made Ling Tianyun even more frightened in his heart.

The matter between Ling Tianyun and the Black Lady was just a small episode, the parting finally came, and Nangong Xianchen and Qing Aya finally embarked on the journey back to Linglong Valley. And Ye Yinfeng's mood also began to become depressed, although he believed in Nangong Xianchen, but after all, he was just an ordinary teenager who did not enter the stream, why would Linglong Valley identify with him. And Yan Longxing, as the young master of the Firmament Gate, is far superior to him in terms of identity and appearance. He didn't know why, but his heart was filled with all kinds of feelings.

No one bothered the young man and girl who were about to part, reluctant with a vision for the future, although the two fiery hearts corresponded to each other, but the sadness and sorrow brought by parting was still like the snow on the ground, which lasted for a long time. The wind blew through the whistling hair, whose fingertips passed through the fluttering green silk, and the tear-stained faces flashed with each other's gaze of affection.

The remnant snow will eventually melt, although the chill is more intense, and it is a mile away to send you, but the beauty looks forward to it but does not choke. Who kissed you lightly on the forehead, and who slashed with Qianqianyu's fingers on your sturdy chest, how could that deep blood mark condense the thick inflagration towards you. The spring breeze rises, and then reunites, the road is far and dangerous, the green silk can not entangle the confusion of the stop, only the warmth of the nestling can melt.

The young man with a straight body like a sword quietly watched the simple but warm spring-like carriage slowly drove up the snow-capped official road. Ye Yinfeng's heart roared even more, he didn't like this kind of parting, and he didn't need such a parting, but he had to face such a reality. Nangong Xianchen had to go back to Linglong Valley, because something happened to Linglong Valley, and at the beginning of spring next year, Yan Longxing would propose to Linglong on behalf of the Sky Gate. He needs to work with Ling Tianyun to find out their backgrounds, the secrets of the Ye family and the Ling family, and the secrets of the legendary 'Jade of the Apocalypse' will also be revealed one by one. He hoped that by then, he would be able to catch up, and he would announce to the world that he was the only man in Nangong Xianchen.

There was a wisp of green silk in the palm of his hand, which was brought out of the hair of Nangong Slim Dust like a violent cloth in his palm, and the warmth of Nangong Slim Dust remained on that strand of green silk. Although the beautiful woman has left, the lingering and fiery heart has always been engraved in his heart. The tip of the nose still reverberates with the fragrance of Yiren, and the words of the beautiful woman are still ringing in the ears: "The end of the world is with you, and you will never regret life and death." ”

Even though there was a lot of sorrow and melancholy in his heart, Ye Yinfeng's body was still as straight as a sword, and the slowly moving carriage had disappeared into the snow, but his eyes kept looking at the direction where the carriage disappeared. No one knew that his heart was like the remnant snow in this cold winter, and no one knew that he was surrounded by majestic true qi that was rolling like a tide. The depression that had accumulated in his chest was like a volcanic eruption, but it had been suppressed by him.

One person, one city, one lonely and one lonely, Shuozhou at this time seemed to have become a city of Ye Yinfeng alone, and the lonely and cold figure rose and fell in the rolling cold. One can defend a city, but one can destroy a city, one can cold a city, one can warm a city, the dry wind blows wantonly, and the rolling cold wave rolls down. Ye Yinfeng knew that he was only guarding for one person, and Shuozhou left an indelible mark in his heart.

Kissing lightly, the sweet fragrance flowing between the lips, the wind blowing the messy hair, the slender fingers passing through the fluttering green silk, who is still whispering softly in the ear. The crystal snowflakes turned into a clear tear, whose face was reflected in the tears, and whether the warmth of the dependence could expel the chill in the winter. The sword light swept up, and what did it protect, the roar was like a song, and who was it for. The handsome face raised a bit of madness, and the dark iron reflected a deep arrogance, who defended for whom, and who fought for whom.

The rolling true qi surged wildly around Ye Yinfeng's body, his face was full of firm fortitude, and his eyes shot a determined and confident light. The sword is in hand, there is me in the world, what if he Ye Yinfeng is a nobody, what if Linglong Valley is one of the four ancient martial arts sects, he came from the killing, he is the best in the world, what about the disputes in the world, sooner or later he will be at the top of the world, and the world is small.

The unrestrained pride was like a thousand sword lights, and the aura that lingered around him became more and more condensed, and the remaining snow under his feet seemed to have received some traction, and the piles of residual snow turned into pieces of snowflakes. The snowflakes lingered around him, and the three cyan lotus shadows above his head were slowly taking shape. He didn't know all this, he only knew that the true anger in his dantian couldn't stop roaring, and he couldn't stop roaring, just like his unwillingness to suppress the bottom, the too innocent qi rolled up, roaring and roaring.

That carriage carried all of Ye Yinfeng's attachment, and also took away the kind of untidy and chaotic emotion between Qing Aya and Tang Qi. Qing Aya followed Nangong Xianchen into the carriage, and Tang Qi, a young man in a young suit with a touch of childishness on his face, also left. Tang Qi walked in such a hurry, he didn't have time to say goodbye to Ye Yinfeng, and he didn't say anything, maybe his identity was very sensitive, maybe he wanted to chase the carriage and see the little maid with a playful face forever, or maybe he was also in a hurry to find Yan Longxing.

Shuozhou City did not change much because of the death of the Khitan prince Yelu Changsheng, nor did it shake because of the death of Xiao Dongping, the assassin of Shuozhou. Shuozhou City is still the same Shuozhou City, but the owner of Shuozhou City has changed, and the Khitans have withdrawn from the stage of Shuozhou City, and it is the righteous army of the righteous army who is wandering in the sixteen states of Yanyun that has taken over, and it is also the anti-Khitan righteous army in the Khitan.

For such a result, Lao Gui, as the overlord of Shuozhou City, was worried all day long, because he knew that the Guiyi Army would make a judgment against him sooner or later. He not only sent people to kill the soldiers of the Guiyi Army, but also betrayed Guo Huai'an, the young marshal of the Guiyi Army, but he didn't expect that no one would come to him for several days. And he also knew that it was impossible for him to escape from Shuozhou City, and his every move was monitored by the Guiyi army.

However, Lao Guan did not wait for the verdict of the Guiyi Army, but waited for Guo Cunyi's summons, and the big stone hanging above his head finally fell, and Lao Gui slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. knew the ending, but the torment of waiting for the ending made him feel haggard. He knew that the Guiyi Army still remembered him at this time, and he was ready to die, but his heart became calm.

Looking up at the long street, which was too familiar, and the shops and the towering walls, he felt that all of them were extremely memorable, but he still held his chest high. Anyway, he just took the wrong step, but it was the wrong step that made him doomed. He kept thinking to himself what he would do if he had to choose again, and he knew it was just a thought that made him feel alive.

came to the Marshal's Mansion of the Guiyi Army, which was once the Thorn History Mansion, and he was easily admitted to the hospital under the leadership of the two Guiyi Army. Then the two rebels took him to a courtyard, which he found to be the same one he had stood in when he betrayed Guo Huai'an. Although the remnants of snow were piled up in this courtyard, he still smelled the pungent smell of blood, too many people died that night, not only did Xiao Dong die, but even the Khitan prince died, but he was still alive, but he didn't feel luckier than those two at all.

Guo Cunyi summoned Lao Gui alone, but what Lao Gui didn't expect was that the commander of the Guiyi Army was actually a weak scholar-like scribe who was powerless. The commander of the Guiyi Army was not what he imagined, he was burly and a warrior who was like a fierce warrior, which surprised him and made him feel very weird. However, what happened next was even more unbelievable to him, and he felt that it was all like a dream.

That's right, Guo Cunyi didn't mean to kill Lao Gui, but gave him a task, which can be said to be extremely easy, but it can also be said to be extremely difficult. Because Guo Cunyi asked him to escort the corpses of the Khitan prince Yelu Changsheng and Xiao Dongping back to Shangjing, the capital of the Khitan Kingdom, as well as the iron spear of the weapon used by Yelu Changsheng. Countless thoughts flashed in Lao Gui's heart, and he also secretly guessed countless times how the Guiyi Army would finally deal with him.

But he still didn't guess the ending, and he didn't expect Guo Cunyi to dispose of himself in such a way. He knew that this seemed to be an incomparably easy task, but when he escorted the corpses of the Khitan prince and others to Shangjing, the capital of the Khitan Kingdom, what kind of fate would await him, he knew very well the style of the Khitan people, and he also knew that as long as he arrived in Shangjing, it would be a real dead end.

A sharp eagle chirp sounded, and I saw a black dot suddenly appear above the boundless blue sky, and then the black dot came more and more, and a black and shiny falcon flew from a distance, and then the falcon left the snowflakes as white as white as far behind.

In the vast earth, mottled dead grass, snowflakes fluttered down, and a panicked hoof sound came, but I saw a white deer that was integrated with the vast earth was fleeing in a panic. The white deer was chased by two vigorous and powerful horses, a young man with an iron bow and a frosty old man galloping on horseback.

"The crown prince is in Shuozhou City, he was killed by Ling Tianyun, what does His Highness think of that Ling Tianyun?"

But the young man was silent, he put an arrow on the bowstring, and shot an arrow at the white deer that was running wildly, "Flying snow shoots white deer in the sky, what is the deer, what is the deer, what is the world, what the Han people say is not both, so why can't you have both." After the young man had shot the arrow, he replied to the question.