Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

At dawn, the two returned to the ground with the rising sun. Just as they stood firm, they heard a series of hurried footsteps coming up from behind.

The visitor is Bai Xiuchuan.

Bai Xiuchuan is now one of the main generals of the Northern Expedition Army, his battle robe is embroidered with gold silk cloud patterns, and his hair crown is much higher than before, but he doesn't have much prestige, on the contrary, he is smiling, He was as happy as a child who got candy at a spring festival.

He walked quickly to the front of the two masters and apprentices, held Di Dongqing's hands, and said: "Great, you are finally back!"

Di Dongqing was frozen stiff, her face was in a trance, and she looked like she was out of her mind. She was suddenly held by a friend, and she was stunned for a moment, finally regaining a sense of being alive.

"You've been waiting here?"

"I, I was afraid that you would come back suddenly and no one would take care of you, so I didn't dare to close my eyes."

"Did we go all night?"

"Yes," Bai Xiuchuan nodded, "Don't you remember?"

Di Dongqing was silent for a moment, gave a grateful look, and said, "I can't remember clearly."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked around. In the early morning, soldiers kept pouring out of the camp, some were carrying food and grass, some were feeding the horses, and some were fiddling among the embers of the campfire.

Although they were doing different jobs, they had similar expressions on their faces from time to time—a kind of bewilderment for the rest of their life after a catastrophe.

They often stop in the middle of the journey, frowning and looking at the sky, looking worried.

Bai Xiuchuan said: "They still can't believe that the sky fire has really stopped."

Before Di Dongqing could reply, Lu Zhengqiu said from the side: "Don't worry, the disaster is over."

Bai Xiuchuan stared at Lu Zhengqiu, pursed his lips tightly, and looked serious, as if desperately brewing words.

He is not good at words, but he still said slowly: "Although others believe that the ancestors appeared, and the gods bless you. But I know that the extinguishment of the sky fire must be due to your credit. Unfortunately, I am too stupid, even if you use any methods. I understand, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Di Dongqing was startled, and couldn't help turning her head to look at the people around her.Lu Zhengqiu was also looking at him, and they smiled at each other.

After going through life and death, the achievements cannot be praised by outsiders, but they don't mind.

People with rivers, lakes and seas in their hearts, how can they take the sound of rain piercing through the forest and beating leaves in their hearts.

Bai Xiuchuan looked at the two people who seemed to have been reborn, and his face was also filled with joy, but he quickly suppressed his smile and said: "I see that you have suffered a lot from the cold, and you have suffered a lot of trauma. Go to the tent quickly. Take a rest, I have to lead my troops to assist Sister A Tong in the peace talks, and I will definitely visit you later."

"Wait," Di Dongqing called to stop him, "with whom?"

"With the barbarians."

Di Dongqing looked surprised: "Barbarian?"

The Northern Expeditionary Army assembled into a team and lined up outside the gate of the Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness.

The mighty team spread out along the mountain, like a taut drum, ready to go in silence.

The two heavy black iron doors were moved by the mechanism, and slowly opened to both sides. The old iron chains rubbed against each other, making a rough sound, grinding everyone's ears.

But the rubbing sound didn't last long, and was soon overwhelmed by another sound - deeper and more sonorous, like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, it was the footsteps of barbarians.

The barbarian warriors passed through the open black iron gate and marched out.

They seemed to have an inexplicable awe of the rising sun. When they stepped out of the shadows and stepped into the sunlight, they all lowered their heads and put their hands on their chests, as if they were praying.

Rao is the well-informed Lu Zhengqiu, and this is the first time he has seen a barbarian praying.

Although the barbarians are human beings, they are completely different from the Central Plains people. All of them are eight feet tall, with huge and powerful bodies, and have the ferocious posture and strength of wild animals. Both men and women are elite fighters.

They live in the extreme cold all year round, living a life of drinking blood, without writing, and even the language is composed of babbling syllables, which sounds more like wild animals calling to each other while running.

For tens of thousands of years, the barbarians lived in peace with the Central Plains. It wasn't until the first sign of the sky fire when the nine stars were shining through the sun that the barbarians invaded for the first time, and the people of Yu State learned how terrible they were.

Among the troops of the Northern Expedition, some veterans had personally experienced the Northern Expedition 20 years ago, recalling that bloody battle, their hands could not help but tremble.

Di Dongqing also followed in the team, habitually caring about the young people around him: "Xiuchuan, if you are afraid..."

"I'm not afraid." Bai Xiuchuan shook his head and said in a low voice, "Although the sharpness of a sword is dazzling, it will be rusted by blood. I am here to ensure that it is not stained with blood."

Di Dongqing looked at him in surprise.

Since losing his elder brother, he has indeed changed, and his determination is no longer bluffing, but reveals an unshakable strength.

A cowardly person is not necessarily brave.

People show timidity because their minds are imprisoned by kind thoughts, and they cannot bear to face the evil. But bravery also sprouts from kind thoughts, like buds burrowing out of the holes in the cage.One day, it will also become a big tree with luxuriant branches.

Si Yutong stood in front of the army.

She rode on the broad back of the chieftain of the husband, her battle robe was bright red, her mail mail was shining, and a long and beautiful sword hung at her waist.Even so, she still looked weak and small, and a barbarian could pinch her up and beat her hard just by shaking his fingers.

The barbarian didn't move, but looked at the Central Plains woman opposite him a few battles away.

Although her body is petite, her courage is not inferior to others.Her courage wasn't something she was born with either.She was just cruel enough, and she often held an invisible knife in her hand. Every time timidity surged, the blade would cut her wound mercilessly.

It took her nine years, knife after knife, to carve herself into what she is now.

At this moment, she did not flinch, but said loudly: "I have described my intentions in the painting, please take a look at it."

She waved her hand, and the lieutenant behind her stepped forward and handed a long scroll to the barbarian's eyes.

The barbarians all showed surprise, and many heads gathered together to observe curiously.

What is depicted in the painting is a peaceful picture.The gates of the Northern Wilderness Great Wall were all open, and the barbarians passed by one after another, not holding swords and sticks, but carrying farm tools and wood.

To the south of the Great Wall, the envoys of the State of Yu were welcoming the barbarians, and taught them all the skills of farming. With their help, the barbarians moved to a warmer place to live in peace, build houses, and raise livestock.

This large and exquisite picture scroll was not created overnight, but was drawn by Si Yutong, who invited ten of the most outstanding painters in Anyi City as early as the eve of departure.The pictures in the scroll are simple and vivid, even if the language is poor, you can easily understand the chill in it.

The barbarian warrior unconsciously lowered the knife and ax in his hand.

Si Yutong whispered a few words to Fu Zhu's ear, and Fu Zhu raised his neck and took noble and calm steps forward.

In the eyes of the barbarians, Fuzhu is also a spirit beast, and the warriors of the barbarians set aside a road for it to pass through.

Si Yutong came to the thick black iron gate.

The thick chain was still hanging on the door knocker, and the wrist-thick lock pin was clearly visible.Suddenly she drew her sword out of its sheath, and slashed heavily along the side of the lock pin.

The Frost Snow Sword is thin and long, pouring out a stream of light like a galaxy.It fell on the rusted chains, cutting the iron like mud.

The pin was cut in half and crashed to the ground.

Si Yutong put the sword back into the sheath, turned around, raised her head and said, "From now on, the Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness will only be separated from the wind and snow, not from the living beings."

The announcement of the cessation of war resounded through the sky, even the stratus clouds in the sky were stirred up, shaking out golden phosphorous powder, and sprinkled all over the land of the reborn Kyushu.

This ancient land blessed by gods finally ushered in a brand new dawn after billions of times of sun and moon changes.