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The courtyard at night is very quiet, and apart from the howling wind and snow sound, there are only snow cicadas that are afraid to wake up the dreamer.

Luo Changfeng had no desire to drink, nor was he sleepy, and he was always very sober.

So when Li Luo closed his clothes and stood up alone to say goodbye to all his brothers and feet, and his desolate backs quietly walked out of the courtyard, Luo Changfeng slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he was a little timid.

He was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would see Li Luo lingering and review.

Looking at the lonely hundred-year-old body, Luo Changfeng's eyes were moist.

Li Luo left.

I didn't tell anyone, and I just left without saying goodbye.

He never thought that such a day would come.

Li Luo, who was storming outside the courtyard, smiled bitterly while touching his old and wrinkled face.

He was mocking himself: "I didn't expect that Li Luo, who had been ignorant of swords, was also afraid of parting."

There was a slight chill on the cheeks.

Li Luo wiped it lightly inadvertently, thinking it was falling snowflakes, but he didn't know it was the tears of parting.

...

The streets in Jiangdu City are very quiet.

The people in the city did not seem to be affected by the war at all.

Indeed, for ordinary people, what does this world belong to them have to do with them? As long as the sun rises, the chickens and dogs bark open their eyes, there will be clothes to drive away the cold in winter, and there will be food to fill their stomachs. Are they from Yan or the Qizhou?

What is the difference between people in the domain?

Perhaps it was because of lack of time. Li Luo became a little fond of this silence that was almost deserted.

Because this will make him feel calm.

He can think of many things, many things when he was young, many things in the academy, many things in Kunlun Mountain, and the scene of wasting a hundred years.

Maybe I am really old, and only those who enter dusk are prone to hurt the spring and the autumn and feel sad about life.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city were the three thousand red robes in Jiangmanlou. Tiefutu, who dared to compete with the white robes and snow dragon cavalry in the daytime.

The defending general with his own eyes saw Li Luo walking alone from a distance, but he was confused but did not dare to ask more questions.

The city guard general stepped forward and said, "It's so late, are you going to leave the city?"

Li Luo sighed: "The river has been broken, and I can't help you with your master and they are here."

The defending city general asked, "Do you need a small notification to the head of the family?"

Li Luo shook his head.

I thought that the city guard general who went to Jiang Manlou would not say much, and waved his hand to open the city gate.

Li Luo out of the city...

There are seven figures on the broken city tower.

Luo Changfeng, Jiang Manlou, Li Xingyun, Shen Tianxin, Chongyang, Yue, and the figures of Mo Xiangqiu are three people.

Luo Changfeng is not the only one who has no sleepiness.

The moment when Li Luo left silently, Luo Changfeng woke up, Jiang Manlou woke up, Li Xingyun woke up, and everyone woke up.

Leaves are afraid of parting.

Are they afraid of parting?

"Send one and give it away."

"Send it outside the city."

This is what Jiang Manlou said.

So the seven people waited silently on the city tower.

They saw Li Luo's figure leaving the city alone.

It's getting farther and farther away.

While he could still see the lonely back in the night, Jiang Manlou finally couldn't help but speak.

He shouted loudly.

"How come you say you have no clothes..."

The sound of Jiangmanlou echoed in the wind and snow for a long time.

It seems that there is only this voice in the world.

The heart sounded to Li Luo's ears. Li Luo was stunned and stood there.

He looked back in surprise and saw the seven figures on the broken city tower, and tears filled his eyes in an instant.

Perhaps after another hundred years, he will not remember who he is, but he will never forget his practice in the academy and his fellow comrades.

Li Luo's hands rubbed the token of his companion and were reluctant to stay.

His figure is getting further and further away.

He could vaguely hear the sound in the wind and snow.

It was Jiang Manlou shouting.

"With my son..."

...

Less has gone far, so far that I don’t know where I went.

Luo Changfeng and the other two were still staring on the city tower.

Wu Xiuyang quietly came behind everyone, looked at Luo Changfeng and said, "The commander of Qingxia Pass Yu Nianqing led the city guards to betray him in the battle, and opened the city gates late at night to kneel to welcome Weiyang Army. Half an hour ago, Qingxia Pass had already break."

Jiang Manlou asked in surprise: "Is Princess Ningxue whereabouts?"

Luo Changfeng, whose heart was hanging again, listened with his ears.

Wu Xiuyang shook his head: "It has not fallen into Wei Yangsheng's hands."

Chen Tianxin said: "Now it will be the date agreed upon by the Seven Kingdoms Allied Forces and the Great Yan Empire to set the tripod. Yan Nanfei's army is already on the way to Julu. If Xueer successfully escapes from Qingxia Pass, Will meet with Yan Nanfei."

Luo Changfeng still didn't say anything.

He jumped down from the city tower.

From Qingxia to Julu, if the records are correct, there should be only one way to go.

He thought so.

Jiang Manlou was a little worried.

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun sighed: "Let him go alone."

...

From Qingxia to Julu, you can pass through Luocheng. The suburb path east of Luocheng is the elegant Zimo called by the literati and poets in the city.

Xueer and Nancy Han and his team of more than twenty cavalry escaped from Qingxia Pass and ran for dozens of miles overnight. They saw that there were no pursuers in the Weiyang Army and they were only resting in this purple road trail for a while.

Two bonfires reflected a hasty and bloody face.

The soldiers who were escorting Xueer and Nancy Han to escape silently gnawed the cold steamed buns to replenish their energy.

The horse sniffed aside.

Five soldiers were on duty, always watching the subtle movements in the wilderness.

Nancy Han took a bag of water from the horse's back and handed it to Xueer, who was stunned by the bonfire: "Two hours ago, I was still thinking hard. In the daytime, the Yang Army made great efforts and had a great tendency to burn the boats. In the end, why did he retreat for no reason?”

Nancy Han smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's ridiculous to think about it now. It turns out that it was planned for a long time!"

Xueer, wearing a red robe, remained silent.

Whether from the book or during the same period with the Weiyang Army, she thought she had truly experienced and understood what a real war was.

She thought she was prepared for the cruelty of war.

But when she really defended Qingxia Pass herself, she realized how ridiculous her previous thoughts were.

Watching Dayan's land and city disappear inch by inch by inch by one's own hands. Seeing Dayan's people displaced and watching Dayan's iron army fight bloody battles and wrapping the body of the horses and leather, Xue'er's heart hurts.

In the face of national crisis, her power was too weak. Tonight, she began to hate her previous laziness and scattering, whether in Bailou Gate or Bodhi Academy.

There was a rumbling movement on the trail.

The rotating soldier shouted in surprise: "Who?"

More than a dozen heartfelt soldiers who were eating steamed buns by the bonfire all raised their swords and protected Xueer and Nancy Han by their side.

The horse raised its front hooves and neighed.

Nancy Han stared in one direction like a tiger and wolf, stepped on her toes, and the burning firewood jumped up. Nancy Han secretly gave her palms lightly, and the firewood handle roared in the direction that everyone was alert to.

A figure flashed by and appeared strangely in front of everyone.

More than twenty soldiers took their bows and shot, but were called by Nancy Han who was shocked.

Nancy Han turned her head and looked at Xueer.

Under the bonfire, Xueer's flowing eyes, like autumn water, gradually blurred.

Luo Changfeng couldn't help but take a step with a little joy and timidity. He raised his hand slightly, as if he was stroking her cheek.

Luo Changfeng murmured in his mouth: "Xue'er."