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The girl in a purple dress is so elegant and generous. In an unknown small town like Suiye City, the little girl Ye Ziyi is definitely a rare beauty.

The little lotus is just revealed and stands tall and graceful.

It's just that the behavior is a bit abnormal.

Walking along the streets where people fleeing famine or pedestrians occasionally walk and stop and see the lonely snow-white geese from afar. She chased and fought with her. She picked up a slender bamboo stick and met the enemy. She was so profound that she could not help but win the enemy.

The Xueji sword technique and the magical power of the world's magical punishment, the Big White Goose is not her opponent, and it doesn't take three streets and alleys, and finally surrenders in a dead end in the back alley of the inn.

Ye Ziyi held the snow-white goose and gently stroked the white goose's head, trying to comfort the opponent's injured heart. The big goose in her arms was stretching her neck and shedding powerful tears.

"Sister Big Goose, what do you have to cry? Who can you blame alone?"

"It's your fault if you are not as skilled as others."

"I tell you, I once saw a practitioner of the Hidden Sect sitting on a leaf floating on the lake and reading people's hearts. He spoke in a good manner. In the end, the entire lake was filled with his unknown heart. What to eat

If you don’t have to, you will curse all the grapes in the world sour. You will forgot to bring paper in a squat. You will be kicked by a donkey. You will drink water and flash your front teeth. You will be pecked at the water by fish pecking your butt. You will be so dark!”

"He also told me that he could enter other people's dreams, shine the dreams into reality, and show them to your aunts and aunts. If you are not careful, he can also take your soul to travel far away, and return in the year of the monkey, horse and month.

Don't come."

"Is it scary?"

"I secretly tell you that the master of the Yin Sect passed on all these magical powers to me. Sister Big Goose, if you cry again, I will use this magical power to let the relatives, friends, chickens, horses, monkeys and dogs in this city see them.

Look at your heart, are you fragile?"

After repeated threats, the goose was already crying without tears. It was still stretching its neck to express its anger. But its eyes showed a shallow despair.

Ye Ziyi walked to a bookstore with Da Ge in her arms. The owner of the shop was a poor old scholar. She had just finished packing up her house and fled east two days ago, leaving only empty and messy.

When he walked into the book shop, he looked around. When he saw a corner of the broken book at the bottom of the counter, Ye Ziyi bent down and picked it up, shaking the dust. It was a collection of prose poems, and the author of the cover was named Tibetan Shuhun.

The little girl flipped the book with a little interest, and saw that the homepage read:

May split silk;

It was the sound of falling down time;

After the rest of my life, I missed the bright peach blossoms that bloomed all over the academy, like the pink cheeks of an old friend.

Memories, welcome home.

...

...

Spring flowers, autumn moon, summer cicadas chirp, cold moon, snowy days in cold winter.

Fengxue Yincheng is still Fengxue Yincheng, with snow falling all year round and the world white. For ten years, the sun hanging around the sky and the distances and heights cannot be sunny, and the people's hearts that have been scarred and gradually repaired cannot be melted.

An Hongdou sat on the head of the Bailou Gate in the past.

A red dress.

Snowflakes adorn black hair

Silk dances with the wind.

She stepped on the high city head with one foot and hung outside the city wall. She leaned on the famous Jian Xueji in one hand, put her arms on her legs and knees. She held the slender waist of the wine gourd hanging with a red rope in the other hand.

Red lips and white teeth, peach blossoms and pollen faces, eyes with autumn waves. Sitting alone at the city, drinking in the wind and snow, outside the city is a vast and desolate and desolate scene. It is no exaggeration to describe that scene as peerless charm...

An Hongdou Hongxiu wiped away the wine stains on his lips, gently shook the wine gourd in his hand, and found that the wine was drunk, so he threw it at the Bailou Gate and smashed it into the snow. It was soon covered by heavy snow, only a little.

You can see the slightly exposed red rope.

The drunken pink cheeks, the red lips as dripping as cherries, and the blurred eyes of autumn water. Everyone knows that the female general Luo Bing on the battlefield is unparalleled in the world, but few people can see the city at this moment

The sadness of the red clothes made the flowers look as gloomy as it was.

It's heartbreaking.

A month ago, above the wild road.

The man in a black robe did not hurt her halfway, and this was also one of the things that An Hongdou was worried about.

During the battle, she could detect that the other party was not hostile, and she could do every move and stop at the right time, without any murderous intent of fighting between life and death.

Moreover, even if he let go of his hands and feet, he could not do anything to the other party. It can be seen that the state of cultivation of the man with a down-and-out appearance is unfathomable.

After a few rounds, he was captured. However, in the end, the down-and-out man just used Xue Ji to pick the Wuxie sword chain on his wrist, and then returned it to Xue Ji, dispersing like a breeze, without a trace.

Above the city, An Hongdou in the wind and snow subconsciously touched her wrist.

Although Wuxie Sword Chain is a magic weapon, you can count it carefully in the world and know that "naive and innocent" is a pair of swords. It is just a simple distance outside Fenglou. An Hongdou doesn't believe it.

Just by looking at that man, he was guilty of possessing a treasure?

What's more, compared to innocence, Ming Jian Xueji is a rare weapon on the magic weapon list, and it is even more famous, so why not abandon it?

The most suspicious thing is that the man said before he disappeared: "One hundred days will return."

He wants to pay it back!

Why did he pay it back? What is the use of borrowing the Wuxie Sword Chain? Is it the whereabouts of the innocent sword bracelet?

Who is he? Why does he feel familiar? Is he an old friend? Why do he know the innocent sword sensing? Could it be, he?

But that man's cultivation level is far above him! If it were him, if it was Luo Changfeng, why would I not recognize him? All the feelings of appearance, cultivation, magical powers, and aura are different! If it was him

, Why don’t you reveal your identity? Why are traces of a person so completely and completely clean, and there is no trace to be found?

Not him!

It could not be him...

An Hongdou was in a mess of thoughts. She tied a sword flower with Xueji sword sheath in her hand, and then pointed in front of her. Suddenly, heavy snow condensed on the tip of the sword like a roller, and countless winds were scattered by her.

A loneliness...

Yuwen Valve appeared behind An Hongdou with his hands behind his back. The former leader of Yan Lingwei, now

It is the cultivation level of the venerable in the realm of the transformation of disasters. After Luo Changfeng and his wife moved into the academy, they took up the position of the new city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, and continued to command Yan Lingwei and protect the old city.

The Yuwen Valve, who was originally interested in An Hongdou, was initially a little prejudiced and unwilling to accept it. After all, the ancient city under his feet was the former imperial capital of the people of Dayan, and it was also the place where his princess jumped down to sacrifice his life for his country. He took care of the little princess

From childhood to adulthood, I have long regarded it as my own child. How can I accept that the hometown of His Royal Highness, the princess, was occupied by another confidante, and used it as a place to choose a city to live for the rest of her life?

But even though there are thousands of people who don’t want to.

For ten years, Luo Changfeng lived in seclusion in Fengxue Yincheng, nominally with the reputation of the city lord. In fact, all things in the city are managed by An Hongdou.

It can be said that he is hardworking and has no other wishes.

During this ten years, both of them have stick to their true nature and have never broken through the window paper. They have reached an invisible tacit understanding between them. For Yuwen Garrison and Yan Lingwei, for the former Emperor Capital of the Great Yan

For millions of people, isn’t it a kind of spiritual comfort?

This man has passed away.

The living let go.

Yuwen's family is not reasonable and not a stern heart. Seeing Luo Changfeng and An Hongdou "respect each other" for ten years, how could they not feel sad and moved?

Over time, he and Yan Lingwei accepted the female lord of Fengxue Yin City calmly, just like the big swallow people in the city.

"Uncle Yuwen, is there any news?" Hearing the footsteps behind him, An Hongdou did not turn his head, and looked at the snow-white desolate city, a little confused.

Yuwen's valley said: "I have dispersed nearly 70% of Yan Lingwei in the city to find out the news, but I still have no clue yet. I plan to go north in person and go to the 10th Valve of the Sixth People. Some old friends have not seen each other for many years.

If you want to dig out Nancy Han’s traces in the world, you can’t avoid the six surnames and ten lords in any way.”

An Hongdou then turned around and said in a flash: "Don't do this."

"Now, there are chaos today, and foreign races have penetrated the world for a long time. We don't know whether there are or how many foreign races lurking in the dark in Fengxue Yin City. Now his whereabouts are unknown. Fengxue Yin City needs Uncle Yuwen to be the coordinated party.

If you can go north safely, I will go by myself.”

"But you are not Nancy Han's opponent now."

"I will recover from my injuries."

"At most, it will be a loss-making outcome! Are you 100% sure to bring Xiao Douya back safely?"

"I have." An Hongdou smiled, and the eyes were filled with light, "Uncle Yuwen, don't forget, I am An Hongdou, a person who was once as famous as Di Wulei and Muyun Jiancheng. Even Fengxueyin

The city has been comfortable for ten years and delayed for ten years of practice, but I am still An Hongdou.”

...

Go north in dusk.

At dusk, in the sea of ​​clouds, on the cliff, in the fragrance of April on earth, in the sound of bells and drums in the Central Plains, looking west in the evening cool.

Looking back suddenly.

A war is coming...

(End of this volume)