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The snow in the first field of Dayan forty-two years is still falling.

The boundless wilderness outside Julu City is full of silver snakes dancing in vast mountains.

After a day and night, the heavy snow crushed the already shaking dead branches. The birds on the dead branches were flew in shock, facing the cold storm and snow, they didn't know where they flew.

I don't know where it is its hometown!

The dead branches fell before the iron hooves, and the horse with a loud nose and a silver face collapsed and broke the dead branches with one foot.

Immediately afterwards, the dead branches that were falling leaves and had to return to their roots were obscured by countless iron hooves, stepped into powder, and finally mixed with the thick white snow.

This is the one where Dayan’s millions of cavalry came out of the city!

A silver-white world.

The ink torrent.

Cold iron armor.

Sharp long spear.

A tidy pace that shocks people.

Red swallow flag flying in the wind.

The one who led his army out of the city today to meet the enemy was not Yan Nanfei, but Princess Ningxue, who was famous in two battles and two victories yesterday.

Yan Nanfei was standing alone at the top of Julu City, looking at the red robe figure in front of the ink-colored iron armor.

That was his sister.

It is also the protagonist of the Battle of Decision.

...

It was a coincidence that Jun Zeyu, a military advisor who had already been in a majestic Qizhou Region, had no pretext for riding a wooden wheelbarrow.

The military advisor is still in the camp.

Even Wanyan Wushuang, who often accompanied the military advisors, did not appear in front of the three armies.

Xueer was puzzled by this.

But the millions of allied troops in the Qizhou area did not feel confused.

Yesterday's first match fell into a bad mood and their hearts were not confused but felt at ease.

Unrivaled and down-to-earth!

For Jun Zeyu, absence does not mean fear of losing, perhaps just fear of cold.

Between fear of cold and being confident, the millions of allies in the Qizhou area are obviously more willing to believe in the latter.

The military advisor has not arrived because he does not need to arrive.

There is no need to come, because he is sure to win.

If you come or not, you are there or not, you are there, and your victory is there.

They are looking forward to the sound of triumph.

When the Millions of Iron Cavalry of Dayan appeared in sight, the Allied Forces of the Seven Prefectures shook their flags and shouted to intimidate the enemy.

The Dayan Iron Cavalry naturally was not willing to fall behind.

With the shocking shouts of coming and going, Xueer rode light dust, raised her red robe in the wind, and the horse came out of the battle.

The drumbeat sounded.

The drum sound shook the ripples after ripples, shattering the wind and snow that were dancing in the ripples.

A powerful general in the battle formation of thousands of good generals of the Allied Army in the seven states was a fierce general wearing red armor holding a long halberd and rushing out. The fierce horse ran for only a hundred meters away. The fierce general jumped up and jumped into the sky, and it was

A powerful man from the Seven State Region in the upper realm of the Spiritual Orb.

Xueer's eyebrows were slightly raised.

With a slender white wrist, which was whiter than snowflakes, turning his sword. Xueer took off her red cloak and jumped up. In an instant, it was already a hundred feet above the air.

There were halberds and swords fighting each other in the sky.

The two figures had no hesitation or any temptation, and they were fighting to the death in an instant.

Countless gazes in front of the two armies.

Countless snowflakes under the sky.

There is also a red cloak that dances with the wind.

Under the red cloak, two war horses that followed their master collided with each other.

Blood rushing!

...

"On the second day of the Battle of Julu, guess what the outcome is between Jun Zeyu and Yan Nanfei?"

There is still such a leisurely person who makes bets and lusts at the critical moment of life and death, and it is difficult to find a second person in Jiangdu City.

Jiang Manlou put one hand on the shoulder of Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun and said with a wink.

Li Xingyun said nothing.

I had to put my hands together and lower my eyebrows.

"You guy, you are a good scholar, and you will shaved three thousand black hairs to be the six pure Buddhists?"

After the reunion, Jiang Manlou was always resentful.

Resentment towards Li Xingyun.

He didn't know what the scholar had experienced, and he didn't want to know this.

He just remembered the scholar who spoke with his husband about the words and talked endlessly. He looked at the person in front of him, but couldn't bear it, but he just felt distressed!

Yuesan and Chongyang looked at the young Zen master.

Chen Tianxin and Mo Xiangqi were also watching the silent Zen master.

Luo Changfeng may know more.

What can he do?

He patted Jiang Manlou on the shoulder, pressed the evil young man who was crying in his eyes and sat down.

Li Xingyun lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.

Twist the rosary in the hand.

He recited the Heart Sutra of Avalokitesvara in his mouth.

Silence in the pavilion for a long time...

Jiang Manlou stood up stubbornly, snatched the Buddha's bone rosary beads, and tore them to pieces, and the Buddha's beads fell all over the ground.

Li Xingyun opened her eyes slightly, with moist and red eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at the rolling Buddhist beads.

"I've let everyone down." This is the first sentence that Li Xingyun said in addition to the Buddhist scriptures and Buddha's name since his comrades gathered.

"You didn't let anyone down! What you let the scholars lose their anger!" Jiang Manlou left with anger. Everyone left the attic one after another.

Soon, only Luo Changfeng and Li Xingyun were left in the building.

Luo Changfeng sighed in his heart and picked up the falling Buddhist beads one by one.

Li Xingyun bowed and took the scattered Buddhist beads and looked at Luo Changfeng deeply: "If the Allies in the Qizhou Region stopped under the Xueji sword, and your revenge was blocked, what should I do?"

The scholar said his final farewell.

He clasped his hands together to serve as a courtesy.

Get up and quit.

He did not wait for Luo Changfeng's answer, because he knew that Luo Changfeng had no answer anyway.

Luo Changfeng was stunned.

He really never thought about this question?

He thought about it countless times, but he just couldn't get the answer.

When Li Xingyun revealed the truth that he was hiding and unwilling to face, he seemed to see that picture.

The scene of meeting Xue'er's sword and war.

...

There is a farewell in the wind and snow outside Jiangdu City.

It was the farewell of the scholar Li Xingyun by his companion to the scholar.

He left not because of resentment.

Brothers and sisters, how can you resent if you love each other?

The moment the Buddhist beads fell all over the ground, Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun suddenly realized a problem.

Who did he lose?

He has lived up to his ten-sen companionship.

He lived up to the scholar's enthusiasm.

He also lives up to the Three Refuges in the First Three Refuges of Buddha.

The scholar only lost one person in this life.

That person is Ling'er!

When walking out of this world covered with wind and snow, the young Zen master was determined to exhaust the blue sky and find the person he had failed.

In the wind and snow, the Buddha's clothes folded their hands together and made ambitions in this life.

"The green spring falls in the yellow spring, to find someone.

If hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha!"

At that time, the Shizi companions never realized that the row of shoe prints in the wind and snow they looked away were printed all over every corner of the world. This separation was ten years!

...

Xueer cut off a bloody head with thirty-four swords.

Then he used thirty swords to separate the second fierce general who was fighting against the Qizhou Realm.

The millions of soldiers in the Great Yan Empire became more and more braver as they fought.

All the allied troops in the seven states were furious.

Last night, Jun Zeyu ordered people to send out ten secret bags to the 10th battalion guards.

The tip is the military advisor’s method of placing troops and setting up formations.

According to the tip, the first two generals ordered to fight to fight against the enemy were in another place. Such a bloody scene made the third young master of Ziweizhou, Zong Zhengyingnan, who was ordered to fight, somewhat doubted.

(PS: Just ask how this chapter is, hehe.)