Huamo

What is a mountain? "

"It's a pity that this king can only have one heir, Lu'er, otherwise the current situation would be much better."

He heard all these words, these things they thought he didn't know at all, at that time, they all seeped into his memory and fate like a drop of water.

How many people envied him that he was born in the royal family, he was born with incomparable glory, but how many people knew the dark and dirty activities under this glory.Once life is entangled with this endless vine, it will grow upwards crazily, and finally blossom and bear fruit, beyond redemption.

He thought about it, and always believed that, he would eventually fall at the end of this fruitful and shattered body.And to have fun in time before all the depression and misery is not in vain to walk and live in the world.

He never thought that in his heart he would actually care about who, who he would lose.

When there is light in front of his eyes and he walks out of the endless darkness, he seems like a lifetime away.

"The flow of gold is vast, the road is sparse, and the stars are dying. There are no tears in the long river and the moon, and the solitary smoke and the shadow wander together."

The Xisai song girl sang about this land of endless spring breeze without knowing the age.

Lian Heng was dressed in a dark fox fur, standing in the small tea room outside the post station, he stared blankly at the yellow sand everywhere, always feeling a little uneasy, and couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Xiaomo, what's going on with Bian Ling?" Lian Heng asked absentmindedly, this was the first time he had asked.

"No news yet." Fu Moyi, who was standing behind Lian Heng like a log, replied, he thought for a while and added, "Master, this place is quite far from Bian Ling, and it will take time for the news to pass."

"Is there something wrong..." Lian Heng lowered his eyes and murmured to himself.

Fu Mo didn't know how to reply, so he could only stand there.

During the silence, a familiar sound of footsteps came from behind, Lian Heng pulled out a gentle smile, walked to the side and sat down, and gracefully filled two cups of hot tea: "Xiao Lu, you are awake."

The light and shadow are mottled, along the hollow out of the window of the post station, three inches of sunlight are reflected on the body of the visitor, like a lost traveler walking out of a dream, gradually finding his way.

His face has faded slightly, his color is slightly white, but his handsomeness and fortitude are not diminished.Gongsun Lu took off the fiery red dress and wore black fur, holding a cloak in his hand.As he walked in, there was not much expression on his face, his gray eyes stared blankly at the lonely smoke in the desert and the warm spring scenery outside the post station, and searched along the direction of the light.

"Where is this?"

"Western Region station."

"Where are you going?"

"The Palace of the Western Regions."

"What time is it now?"

"April fourteenth."

"Dahua is fine."

"There is no news, but I think the emperor is still here."

Gray eyes slowly came back from the window, looked at Lian Heng, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Is the young master still alive?"

"Yes." Lian Heng pushed the tea and motioned him to sit down.

Gongsun Lv paused, his gray eyes were still empty under the cover of a smile, he put on the black cloak, walked forward and sat down, picked up the porcelain cup and put it to his mouth, then put it down: "Thank you for your help. "

Seeing his strange tone, Lian Heng signaled Fu Moyi to serve him rice porridge.

"Ha...hahaha," Gongsun Lu suddenly laughed, and he couldn't see his expression clearly under the cloak: "Why are you still alive, you are still alive..."

"Survival will bring blessings, Xiaolu, don't think so much, just eat first." Lian Heng sighed and gave him a porcelain spoon.

Gongsun Lu's laughter gradually stopped, he nodded and took it, and began to slowly scoop up the rice porridge, covering it with a cloak one bite at a time, eating the sweet and delicious food, and using the reality of food to melt the void that seemed to be a world away.

The teahouse is less and less crowded, and it is peaceful and quiet.

Suddenly, the tea water was turbulent, Lian Heng's eyes changed slightly, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of weak tea: "The old friend is here."

"Swish"

In an instant, more than a dozen killers came from all directions, and surrounded the small teahouse completely. Fu Mo frowned and drew his sword, while Lian Heng and Gongsun Lu were still drinking tea and lightly scooping delicacies, without changing their expressions.

The lingering man in white drifted in the yellow sand desert, his lips under the veil evoked a strange smile, he walked to the teahouse like a stroll in the garden, looked at Lian Heng friendly and said, "Young master Lian can hide To the Western Regions, I admire you."

"Your Excellency can find the Western Regions, I admire you." Lian Heng replied calmly.

With a "bang", the tea room was scattered by the sudden strong murderous impact.

Lian Heng, Gongsun Lu, and Fu Mo changed their figures in an instant, and stood outside the ruined tea house, standing in a corner with the man in white, with internal energy flowing, yellow sand flying all over the sky.

"Your Excellency has ruined all my good fun." Lian Heng glanced at the man in fluttering white clothes and complained a bit.

"There's no need to say too much." The man in white chuckled and launched an offensive with his sleeves.

More than a dozen killers wielded seven-link chains and attacked Lian Heng and the others like wolves and tigers. Lian Heng quickly retreated to dodge, with a treacherous smile on his lips. A steady stream of internal energy was poured into Lian Heng's body, and the black energy aroused by his palm movements became heavier and heavier.

As killers kept entangled him, Lian Heng performed lightness kung fu, escaped from the restraints, and then quickly changed several sword positions, the dark air blade circled the killer's eyes, making him dizzy, and he was killed before he could react.Three or five men in black used their last rounds to fight, and they fought desperately like this, constantly entangled with Lian Heng, and it was dozens of rounds in a short while.

The man in white who was far away from the battle looked at Lian Heng strangely, seized the opportunity and sent a deadly palm to Lian Heng. The thin golden thread was like a thousand spiders and poisonous threads, and killed Lian Heng as if it had eyes.Seeing the life-threatening golden thread approaching Lian Heng, the smile of the man in white clothes became more and more obvious. At the very moment, a figure who had no hesitation broke through everything and rushed towards Lian Heng.

"noob!!"

Lian Heng looked at Su Bai who threw himself on his back in astonishment, the golden thread accurately scraped across Su Bai's back, splashed poisonous blood, and drenched the desert yellow sand.

"Stop it all!!" The man in white suddenly yelled like crazy, looking at Su Bai with heartbroken eyes.

The chaotic battle situation came to a halt in an instant, Lian Heng couldn't take care of it, and quickly helped Su Bai, who was covered in blood, into his arms, pressing his palm against the opponent's back to input internal strength.

"Xiaobai hold on!" Lian Heng frowned and shouted.

Gongsun Lu and Fu Moyi who were on the side also stopped one after another, gathered around Lian Heng and looked around vigilantly.

Su Bai looked at Lian Heng weakly and smiled, he gasped and said weakly: "Hengheng...I really like you..."

"I know, I know..." Lian Heng was helpless, the internal force he had inputted was useless at all.

"It's useless..." Su Bai smiled weakly.

"How can you commit suicide like this." Lian Heng said seriously, and then he wanted to hug him up.

"Let me say a few words..."

Lian Heng continued to inject true energy into Su Bai without saying a word, but it was like filling a huge loophole, without any bottom line.

"I can see you before I die, I..."

"Shut up, you won't die, you will live with me in Baiye Villa from now on." Lian Heng interrupted displeasedly.

Su Bai laughed helplessly, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes unconsciously, he said: "That was my torment...do you understand?"

Lian Heng was taken aback for a moment, he slowly understood Su Bai's words, and immediately stopped moving to answer the words.

"I'm sorry, I tried my best, but I still can't forget... Poof..." Su Bai was emotional, and a mouthful of blood gushed out from his chest and sprayed directly onto Lian Heng.

"I'm sorry." Lian Heng looked at Su Bai who saw everything so clearly, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but couldn't say anything else.

"Daddy owes you... I will pay it back..."

"Su Bai!" The man in white roared angrily, but he couldn't do anything he wanted to do.

"Father...you stop it..." Su Bai smiled wryly and looked at the man in white, with a steady stream of blood gushing out from his mouth.

"you!"

The man in white, that is, Su Muxi, the leader of the Kongyan Sect, trembled all over, staring at Su Bai angrily.

"Bai'er doesn't want to..." Tears of pain mixed with blood soaked Su Bai's entire face, and his voice became smaller and smaller, as if he had lost his voice.

"I don't want to see Daddy...something..."

"Bai'er...Bai'er!!" Su Muxi stared at Su Bai in Lian Heng's arms and yelled hysterically. He tore off the veil with all his strength, and rushed to Lian Heng in a frenzy to snatch the dying Su Bai back into his arms.

Like the wind blowing by, the snow-white clothes disappeared into the yellow sand in an instant. With the soft afterglow of the setting sun in the west, only hot blood seeped into the desert.

"Xiaobai..." Lian Heng stared blankly at the blood on his body, but he hadn't recovered yet.

"Master, let's go back to the station." Fu Moyi said and helped Lian Heng up.

"Oh..." Lian Heng followed Fu Moyi away dully, looking back slowly at the setting sun, extinguishing the last ray of light.

Floating life for a while, experiencing all the joys and sorrows, what is left is still the joy and harmony of the first meeting.

[in the territory of the Huns]

The yurt of the king of the grassland is stationed in the most fertile grassland with water and soil, surrounded by the lake, and the banners wrapped around the king's tent are colorful, showing the authority of the barbaric hegemony in the spring light.

call out.

Seeing this, Chalan lowered his bow and laughed triumphantly, showing off his vigorous body to Jin Ting beside him.

"Shan Yu Mighty—"

Jin Ting clasped his fists and said: "The King of the Huns is worthy of being the overlord of the grasslands, and his martial arts are superb. Jin is so admired!"

Chalan patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Jin must be good at archery, let's shoot it?"

Jin Ting hurriedly evaded: "How dare you compare with the king of the grassland, Jin only knows how to do tricks and embroider legs in the Central Plains, so he really doesn't dare to fight with an axe."

These words are very useful to Chalan.