Fu Canglu

Chapter 650 If Life Is Just Like First Seen
On the sideline of Liangjia City, two groups of soldiers confronted each other silently.

Heavy snow is flying, and there is a lone wind outside the Great Wall.The wind on this land is like a knife. During the days of heavy snow and frenzy, countless people died. After today, more people will die, but everything is to usher in the rebirth of the next spring.

Duan Wuyin was wearing a blue cloak, his face was sickly and pale, he clenched the reins tightly in his hand, reined in the horse and stopped, the thin rope tied around his neck was blown away by the wind, and the cloak was thrown high up, In the end, it turned into a tiny black spot in the wind and snow, and finally disappeared.

His complexion is a bit complicated.

The Zhong family's team had already withdrawn from the Juxi line of defense. This group of soldiers came from Luoyang with cavalry rushing over the snow for the purpose of this negotiation.

I don't know how long the battle against the western defense line will last. With the bloody spirit of Jiang Qingyi and his Xiguan Sixteen-character Battalion, even if it takes another ten years, it will be difficult to tell the winner. Luoyang is facing too much pressure.

The outbreak of the war on the southern front has brought unprecedented urgency to Wei, and the breach of the Sirius King City has brought the crisis of annihilation to the fore. Hence this negotiation.

Young Master Duan's eyes were a bit complicated.

He looked at the thin man in the dragon robe in front of him, but he seemed to stand still in the wind and snow, and he had all kinds of feelings in his heart.

More difficult.

The purpose of this negotiation was to close Xiguan. He originally thought that His Majesty would personally apologize and admit his mistakes, admit all his mistakes, and give an explanation for those Xiguan soldiers who died.

Xiguan and the Northern Wei Dynasty were originally a family, and Qi and Liang were in front, so why fight again?
In the snowstorm, Cao Zhixuan got off his horse, and Xuan Shangyu, the master of the purple robe, also got off his horse and accompanied him. The two approached the city gate, raised their heads, and saw the young feudal lord with a flying white robe on his shoulders .

The two groups of soldiers at the top of the city and the bottom of the city were all silent.

Cao Zhixuan smiled silently, and walked straight into the dark city gate, the corridor was surrounded by fire on both sides, dimmed in the wind and snow, Duan Wuyin followed behind, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, expressionless.

what's going to happen next.
It was not a peaceful negotiation, but an assassination that was not considered safe.

In Liangjia City, assassinate Jiang Qingyi, the feudal lord of Xiguan.

Duan Wuyin and Jiang Qingyi missed the chance to fight, but he knew that the young feudal lord had a profound fortune. After obtaining half of the Fucang Record, he forcibly escaped from the ambushes of the Daji Mountains and seriously injured Zhong Yusheng.

No one knows better than Duan Wuyin what level of practitioner Zhong Yusheng is.

He was in charge of devouring, and the reason why he didn't make a move in the ambush of Jiang Qingyi on the Juxi line of defense was because he was not strong enough at that time, and the blood and good fortune of devouring were more than a little worse than that of Zhong Yusheng.

This time is different from then.

Duan Wuyin looked at his nose, his nose, and his heart, knowing that no matter how great the Xiguan feudal prince was, he could not be his opponent. However, whether he could be killed smoothly in the future became the biggest problem.

And what happened next, Zipao knew nothing about it.

He didn't know that Cao Zhixuan was determined to use this method to kill Jiang Qingyi to forcibly conscript Xiguan's troops.

A person who has calmly maintained a tie at the gambling table for 20 years, and now loses everything overnight, how can he still be rational?

He wished to bet all his chips, and if he lost all, he would bet again, and even at all costs, lent the chips that could turn him around, and took the lead again and again.

Such a person, either loses more and more miserably, until finally has nothing, and even loses his life on the gambling table, or becomes the final winner.

Just to win, the price to pay is extremely huge.

Looking forward, looking back, there is no one around.

They have become the chips on the table, no matter whether they win or lose, it is a dead end.

Only when the gambler wakes up will he find out
dead.

dead.

At the end of December, there is no year-end.

Lanling City was in an atmosphere of silence. Every household hung two lanterns symbolically at the door, and there was no other action other than that.

During this period of silence, the only thing to look forward to is the information from the front line.

Qi Liang's army.
Logged into the river bank of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The Sirius King City was broken.

The next step was like breaking a bamboo, breaking through the defenders blocking the way. Wherever they passed, it seemed that the nine cities of the Northern Wei Dynasty would be captured by Qi Liang one after another.

This is a good thing to be happy about, but His Majesty's health is not optimistic.

Xiao Wang didn't go out in person, but handed over the Purple Gold Tiger Talisman to the hands of the Second Highness and Qi Shu. This battle of defeating Wei was given to the young people under his command.

The eldest lady of the Su family stays in castles in the air every day, helpless.

The Qingshi Bodhisattva in Darong Temple seems to be the same.

The complexion of the old man lying on the bed was no longer pale, but rosy. He lay quietly in the darkness, enjoying the tranquility isolated from the world.

It was also quiet outside.

But on the other side of the river, flames were flying, swords were intertwined, blood was spilled, and iron hoofs were clanging.

He seemed to have heard the noisy noise, and slightly moved the corners of his lips, thinking of some familiar and unfamiliar images in his mind.

The big flag was planted in the sky above Luoyang City, and dusk pulled the blood-soaked shadow out of the horizon, and someone raised the long sword in his hand high.

It didn't matter whether it was raining, snowing or windy that day.

That day was peaceful.

With the current level of cultivation of His Highness, it doesn't take much time to rush back to Qiliang from the Sirius King City. The sword energy clears the way all the way, and they walk mightily through the waves.

The lotus clothes are flying, and the sleeves are bulging.

Wei Lingshan is still recuperating on the holy island, and the eldest brother is by her side, so nothing will happen.

For Yi Xiao, it is not easy for great practitioners to intervene in the battlefield, so there is one more important thing than the Civil War.

There was a mess in my mind.

The Fire of Lujia Town
That woman named Rouge.
Xiao Chongding's death.
Looking at it now, the flame that burst out of my heart on that day was like sparks being ignited suddenly, spontaneously ignited without wind, and then intensified, and finally unstoppable, I took the purple box and climbed the snow mountain.

Finally calmed down, from the perspective of an outsider, there seemed to be some thoughts about the beginning and end of all this.

Before Xiao Chongding went to Lujia Town, he had been to the Darong Temple. No one knew what he saw, but since then, Qingshi practiced closed-mouth meditation.

The broken line is in Darong Temple and Qingshi.

The Yangguan Valley was covered with heavy snow, and the temple was clean, so Yi Xiao pushed open the temple gate.

The sandalwood was wafting, and some of the little monks in the temple had grown up and turned into handsome little monks. The young man in a monk's robe stopped his movements and watched the little highness in black lotus clothes push the door, and then gently closed the door knocker , with a trace of doubts: "Where did your guest go?"

In the pagoda in the temple, the woman's aura disappeared completely.

Without a trace.

What about Yi Xiaoan, where did she go?

The eyes of the young man in a monk's robe dimmed slightly, and he said softly: "My lord, Ke Qing, has gone far to the west, and I will never come back again."

Yi Xiao was a little perplexed.

West
Xiguan?Western Regions?
Or Bachi Mountain?
He pursed his lips, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. During the time when his accident happened, the barren people and the demon race happened to be plundering westward. If Yi Xiaoan went to Bachi Mountain to seek revenge for him, etc., I will never come back again, what do you mean?
The boy in monk robe bowed lightly to Yi Xiao, turned slowly, and faced the tombstone of the Darong Temple with a heavy and serious expression: "Master Pu Deng, the master guest in the temple, sat down ten years ago and went to the Western Paradise. Although I don't know why Your Highness is surprised, Ke Qing Pu Deng has indeed left this world long ago and will never come back again."

Yi Xiao's expression was a little astonished.

"I'm not talking about this guest."

"There is only this guest minister in the temple."

"I'm talking about the female guest."

"Your Highness was joking. In the Darong Temple, how can there be a female guest if the Dharma is pure?"

"No, that's not the case." Yi Xiao raised her head and looked at the pagoda. In that pagoda, Yi Xiaoan's aura was swept away, not even Fu Que's sword aura was left. "She practiced there .Why is this happening?"

The young man in a monk's robe folded his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said softly, "Your Highness, you are the one who opens the stupa, and the person who enters the stupa is the supervisor. There is no one else besides this."

Yi Xiao looked back at a loss, and saw the little novice coming from the outside of the hall. His voice was hoarse: "Don't you all remember her?"

The little novice had a blank look in his eyes, not knowing what Yi Xiao was talking about.

"It's a girl, a young one, very beautiful. Don't have red hair, wear a layman's clothes, practice swords in a stupa, and throw copper coins next to the wishing pool. You can't remember? How can you not remember? Such a big girl A living person?"

There was silence.

The little novice stared blankly at His Highness.

"Monk"

"Monk!"

In the hall.

The monk in green shirt sitting on the futon turned his head in doubt.

"They can't remember."

"They can't remember"

"They all...forgot about Yi Xiaoan."

Qingshi's voice sounded in the hall.

He asked seriously: "Who is Yi Xiaoan?"

(End of this chapter)