It is rumored that there is Gushe Mountain in the world, where the goddess lives on it, her skin is as bright as ice and snow, and she is as graceful as a virgin. She does not eat grains, eats wind and drinks dew. She has a beautiful posture and noble spirit.

"Um?"

This woman standing on the bluestone and with fairy spirit was slightly surprised when she heard Yun Luo's name.

Yun Luo looked carefully and found that although this woman looked quite similar to Lu Qi at first glance, her actual face was completely different from Lu Qi.

The white clothes look like fairy, the white teeth and bright eyes stand quietly in the wind. She only stood there, and it seemed like a floating fairy spirit spreading, rippling in the hearts of others.

It reminded Yun Luo of Zou He, who was as noble as the wind and frost, and was not contaminated by ordinary people.

"I'm sorry, I've recognized the wrong person."

Seeing that this woman was not Lu Qi, Yun Luo quickly apologized, then pulled the reins and prepared to leave.

Yun Luo's straightforward posture made the woman's eyes lit up a little surprised, and she spoke gently, "Young Master is confused."

Yun Luo paused for a moment, "Wukuo. Goodbye Miss."

"If there is no confusion, how can this faith horse be free? Doesn't the god think?"

Yun Luo turned his head and looked deeply at the woman in white who suddenly appeared and appeared strangely. He suddenly smiled freely and said, "If you have any confusion, can the girl still solve the confusion?"

"What's wrong?" The woman in white seemed to be unable to see Yun Luo's defense, and her face was calm.

"Oh?" Yun Luo tied the reins and turned the horse's head.

"The young master's confusion is one of one's own confusion, and two of confusion is love." The woman in white voice was ethereal, as if she was a fairy in heaven.

Yun Luo's expression remained unchanged, "I would like to hear the details."

"I really want me to say it?"

"Then forget it."

"Um."

Yun Luo clasped his fists with his hands, "Dare you ask the girl's name?"

"Meet by chance, see you again if you are destined to be together."

The woman in white whistled softly, and a white deer suddenly appeared from a distance. The woman jumped gently onto the deer's back and floated away.

Before leaving, a name floated into Yun Luo's ears with a smile.

"Jun Miaomiao? Snowflakes fall on earth. I see you, tears and beautiful face?"

Yun Luo sat on the horse's back, rubbed his chin, and thought carefully.

"Can you think I'm a fool?"

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In Anzhou City, many military figures came today.

The personal guards of these big men alone stood up in front of the county government.

But these personal guards, who are considered personal figures in their respective armies, are standing honestly in the sun, motionless.

Because today is the day when Han Feilong, the commander of the Northern Army, was promoted to the tent.

There was no military account, and more than ten commanders of each army gathered in the lobby of the county government.

Han Feilong sat high and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Wei, let's talk about the situation."

Wei Sihai stood up with a bitter face. In order to find this information, more than a dozen men died in one day yesterday, and two senior secret spies were also activated.

"According to the official Fangshi, the six kings of the kings had arrived at Canglangyuan, and at the same time, the Blizzard Dragon Cavalry had confirmed that they had arrived in Xiongzhou City. The Xianbei Iron Cavalry had also left the old nest of Wanmayuan. Wu Ti, the Communist leader of the Xianbei Iron Cavalry, has been following around the Yuanhuang Xue Lu. If Xue Lu really commanded the imperial commander in person, the position of the Xianbei Iron Cavalry could also be determined."

Originally, Du Ruoyan, the commander of Xingtan Army in Changsha City, has led his own army and has a chair in this field. Moreover, his relationship with Huang Daxing with the head coach Han Feilong is unusual, and his status is still a little transcendent.

He frowned and said, "But Xue Lu's movements have always been unclear. How should we defend against them?"

Huang Daxing said in a muffled voice: "Go ahead!"

Han Feilong nodded, "Indeed, on the battlefield, insufficient intelligence means insufficient. We cannot remain indifferent and wait for death. We can only make guesses and decisions within limited intelligence. What do you think?"

For a moment, discussions broke out in the lobby, but no one took the initiative to stand up and say their opinions.

Suddenly, a man in civilian decoration, holding a pass token in his hand, stumbled into the lobby from outside.

After looking at Han Feilong, Wei Sihai again, he finally gritted his teeth and handed over the urgent secret report to his immediate boss Wei Sihai.

Wei Sihai hurriedly opened it and looked at it. He was shocked and immediately walked forward quickly and handed the secret report to Han Feilong.

"No need to bet, Xue Lu is here!" Han Feilong slapped the table and relieved his worries for many days.

There was a secret report that Xue Lu had indeed led the army in person, and had already stepped out of the camp from Canglang Yuan, and hundreds of thousands of troops headed straight to Xiongzhou.

After seeing off the representatives of the six clans responsible for transporting food and grass and soldiers, Han Feilong took out a book, read it for a while, and walked into the back hall, knocking on the door of Beitangwang.

He handed a note, "Thank you Mr. Beitang."

Beitang looked at him and smiled, "It should be."

He came to the stable and patted his skinny old horse, sighing.

In the city of Tianjing, Nangong Lin walked into the palace, handed Yang Hao a note full of numbers, and left without saying a word.

Yang Hao took out a book from the bookshelf, looked through it, and wrote in a pen.

After gently closing the booklet, Yang Hao picked up the words he wrote and murmured: "It should be the center line."

He thought about it, picked up the documents sent by the Beiyuan delegation from the desk again, and looked at them carefully.

"Raise a million troops on the clouds and waters and immediately get to the first peak of Tianjing."

"What a poem, it's indeed a poem!"

"Come."

An imperial guard walked by quickly.

"Send someone to catch up with the Beiyuan envoy, cut off his head, and send it to Shangyang Pass."

"Here!"

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Death Crime has always been a dark and filthy place.

This darkness and filth are not only light, environment, but also people's hearts.

Therefore, Yang Qing never likes such places, but this time he still agreed to Cui Zhi.

The place he was in at this moment was an empty yard. There were more than ten narrow door holes around the yard, and these door holes were the only entrances and exits of the Death Crown.

On weekdays, the defenders only need to guard the yard, and they do not need to suffer the prison with the prisoners, and they can also see the scenery on all sides.

The people of King Yong said hello early. As soon as he and Yang Qing arrived, a prison guard pushed open a prison door. Before the stench and corruption that came to his face had time to penetrate into Yang Qing's nasal cavity, he had simply blocked his sense of smell and used his internal breath.

The long stairs were slanted down, walking on the stone steps, only a white dress was dazzling.

Zheng Xuan and Deng Qing, the Lu'er Deng Qing, have been locked up here for a long time. The two men who were originally not concerned about torture, seemed to have suddenly been removed from their energy and spirit after hearing the news of Xue Zheng's death, and became like walking corpses.

Even if the cultivation is imprisoned, the self-healing ability brought by the practitioner's powerful body can slowly close the scars on the body, but it cannot heal the heartache.

In many subsequent arraignments, I saw the two of them like two dead dogs with broken backs, without saying a word, even the arraigners slowly lost interest and simply threw them here together and fled themselves.

When the inner prison door made by Jingti opened, Zheng Xuan and Deng Qing didn't raise their eyes, and each leaned against a dirty wall and sat down.

Yang Qing looked at their unkempt faces, covered in bruises, and his heart was ashamed, and there was no trace of the rumor that the eight horses of the General's Mansion were rumored to be like this.

His nose suddenly became sore because he remembered some old friends.

Did those men with strong and energetic spirits feel desperate about this world like these two people at that time?

Back then, he walked away from a hundred thousand mountains in anger, but now he has done something wrong.

Passion is the easiest thing. Sometimes, enduring humiliation and moving forward with difficulties is what requires the most courage and perseverance.

The wrinkled face of the old man in Jincheng and his deep eyes appeared in his mind, and he clenched his fists gently.

Yang Qing stood in the middle of the cell and spoke slowly, "Zheng Xuan? Deng Qing?"

No response.

"Since my heart is ashamed, why not die all?"

Still silent.

"Because you know what stupid things you are doing, and you are afraid of dying with your eyes open. You still hope that things will turn around and that you will be lucky enough to see them, and then say a clear conscience, and then move yourself to die."

Yang Qing's words were cold and cruel. Zheng Xuan and Deng Qing pursed their lips indecisively, but still didn't say anything.

"The stupidest thing for a person in his life is to compete with himself. If he has the skill, he will do a little useful thing? Even a little bit is better than dying here so cowardly."

Seeing the two of them just shook their heads slightly but still not speaking, Yang Qing felt both distressed and angry.

It’s not that I feel sorry for them, but that I feel sorry for the old friends I used to be. I am angry that I am really angry with these two idiots.

"Forget it, I think Xue Zhen has been doing this for nothing. What's the use of saving you two idiots!"

Yang Qing shook his sleeves and was about to turn around and leave.
To be continued...