ghost city

The bonfire was blazing, steam was steaming in the iron cauldron set up, the fragrance of millet overflowed, and the mutton was roasted until it made a "sizzling" sound, and the fragrance had already drifted across the banks of the river.

The border residents sat in a group, Cheng Ting, Wei Ling, Sima Shang and others were sandwiched among them, and there were a few soldiers.They were sitting on the grass next to the flooded water, drinking happily and singing to their heart's content.

But most of Wei Ling's ghost soldiers were not there.

The faces of the border residents were slightly drunk, and their laughter and laughter were mixed with the strong smell of meat, overflowing with a sense of happiness.Although the life in the frontier is bitter and cold, there is no tyranny of King Qin. After all, the land under the feet used to be the land of the motherland.Now, the threat of the Huns has been greatly reduced, the millet harvest is abundant, and the cattle and sheep are fat. How can such a life not be satisfied and cherished?

The girl was sitting in the corner, and the huge figure of Uncle Wang next to her happened to enclose her.She has been used to being alone all these years, and she was a little irritable and uncomfortable in such a lively place.She kept silent, her eyes fixed on the charcoal fire, wondering what she was thinking.

But Wei Ling also lowered his eyes, pressed his hand tightly on the Tangxi sword, his lips were pursed into a line, and he was in a daze, as if he was preoccupied.His flagon was dry long ago, but he still held it in his hand.

A few girls danced and sang joyously around the bonfire, but he didn't seem to have heard of it either.Until the song broke up, he was still in a trance.Little did he know, the border residents beside him had already started commotion.

"My lord, can you dance the sword for us?" The border residents eagerly asked. Although they knew it was impolite, they still wanted to see Wei Ling's graceful demeanor of wielding a long sword.

Wei Ling couldn't evade it, so he got up and came from the center, and pulled out the Tangxi sword.

The long sword was unsheathed, like a rainbow piercing the sun, a gust of cold air gushed out.The blade of the sword trembled slightly, as transparent as a strip of water, very much like Wei Ling's complexion, fluttering softly in the air, like a strip of white silk.

But he clenched the hilt of the sword tightly and poured in real energy, the soft sword suddenly became stiff, as if made of indestructible fine steel.

From rigid to soft, capable of bending and stretching, it is indeed a Tangxi sword refined with water.

Wei Ling swayed, and sent out the long sword straightly with his hand, with a stab, a pick, a swing, a cut, a slash, a swipe, his figure was elegant, and the soft or hard sword undulated, like a cold moon piercing the clouds, It is like a sword sweeping the autumn frost, and more like a wild goose returning to the wind. It is unrestrained yet cautious, elegant and elegant but fully shows the scorching elegance of the royal family.

The border residents shouted hello and drank happily again.Turning around, his eyes quickly swept across the crowd, and finally landed on that corner.

My heart suddenly became empty, and the long sword almost fell to the ground.

After dancing, he cupped his hands and quickly returned to his original position.The uneasiness in my heart was higher than the wave.

The girl was clearly sitting there, why did she suddenly disappear?

Wei Ling whispered some instructions to Meng Yao and Sima Shang, and quietly walked away.The border residents were seventy percent drunk and didn't notice at all.

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The scorching flame gradually faded out of sight, and the girl flew all the way with the instant shadow technique, and had already climbed Gouzhu Mountain.

The stars and the moon were a bit dim, and the mountains were surrounded by silver light, showing a gray color.Standing on the mountain overlooking the four fields, the grasslands, cities, and border people are all swallowed by the dark night.The mountain is so cold and silent, accompanied only by the roaring cold wind, although it is on the leeward slope, there is still a strong cold air swirling in the air.

The girl resisted the cold, carried the wine bag, and walked step by step towards the proud pass.

The strong wine rolled into the throat, the spicy taste made the tongue numb, and the overflowing wine dripped down the neck, almost frozen into ice by the cold wind.

She slowly sat down against the icy city wall. Behind her was the majestic pass that her father had stepped on. The cold and hard rock pressed against her back, just like her father's solid chest.

She sat in a remote corner, the tall battlements covered the last smear of starlight, and the surroundings were completely dark.

He lifted the wine bag and fed it into his mouth, but the wine passed through his body and fell to the ground with a "crash".

Without light, she couldn't even gather her body, it was just an ethereal shadow.Now even the Phoenix Tears have failed.

She is just a Yingmei, a lonely soul wandering in the world.I was detained in the floating world because of that family feud.

"Father...Father..." Her throat was astringent, and the past rushed to her heart, but she didn't even have any tears, only a shadow, a vague outline.

"Father, why am I not a man!?" Pounding her fist on the cold ground, she choked up and said, "If I were a man, I could fight to the death on the battlefield openly, and I wouldn't die in Guo Kai's despicable schemes. I He became a victim of the power struggle between Guo Kai and Wei Ling."

"Now that I am poisoned, my life is at stake. Even Yixue's family feud is so difficult. Father, mother, and children are not filial." Her eyes were dry, but she couldn't shed a single tear, and her resentment was suffocated in her heart Can't send out.

The strong smell of alcohol permeated the air and was blown away by the wind.The girl was tired, so she threw down her wine bag, leaned against the city wall, and fell asleep.

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"Xiaoyou!" The galloping horse's hooves swayed the long wind, galloping in the night, Wei Ling shouted the girl's name, the voice floated in the wind, and it lasted for a long time.

After searching around on the plain without success, he ran up Gouzhu Mountain.

The dim starlight shone on the mountain, creating a tinge of silence, and Wei Ling's heart sank little by little.Where can she go?Why did she leave quietly?

More than a hundred riders followed closely behind, and Meng Yao ran to his side: "My lord, I didn't find Miss Ziyou."

"Meng Yao, your troops will be searched in ten ways, and finally meet at 'that place'!" Wei Ling ordered loudly, trying to suppress the panic in his heart.

"My lord, can you do it alone? Do you want to start it..." Meng Yao suggested.

"No, don't act rashly, I have to order that." Wei Ling waved his hand, raised his whip, and the ghostly horse made of dark energy neighed and ran up the mountain.If it wasn't for the ghost horse, running here, he must have been out of breath.

The night wind howled, and there seemed to be a giant beast lurking in the dark night, which was eerily silent.

Feeling more and more uneasy, Wei Ling rode his horse and galloped up the hillside, going up, up, and up...

Something seemed to happen tonight, even if it was the result he expected, he didn't want anything to happen to Xiaoyou.

Excessive use of spiritual power to control the ghost horse caused Wei Ling to pant for breath. He stopped the horse, panting violently, and another gust of wind blew by, picking up a hint of danger.His heart tightened again, and he immediately tightened the reins.

If the Xiongnu happened to attack and found Xiaoyou...

He didn't think about it anymore, and urged the horse to gallop all the way. The howling air hit his face like a wind knife cutting his face, and it seemed to be mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.

Wei Ling's body trembled: Alcohol smell?Could it be her?But girls don't drink alcohol.

No, he's going to try.The whip tore through the long wind and fell heavily on the horse.He rode his horse to follow the smell of alcohol.

The ghost soldiers have been scattered everywhere, he is alone now, and he is getting closer and closer to the top, and if he goes up, he will pass the Yanmen Pass, and if he crosses the pass, he will be...

The smell of alcohol is getting stronger and stronger, if anyone is there, it should be nearby.

"Xiaoyou! Xiaoyou!" he hissed, the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness, and no one could be seen.He jumped off his horse, followed the smell of alcohol and looked forward in a daze, his hands groped in the darkness in vain, but found nothing.

The smell of alcohol in front of him was getting stronger and stronger. He approached Yanmen Pass step by step, but suddenly stepped on something under his feet.

It's a wine bag!

He groped carefully along the wall, but found nothing.Nothing but darkness.

Ziyou... Yingmei... He searched for it, and suddenly understood it in his mind.After hesitating for a moment, he still threw out the Kunshan Jade, and the surrounding area was immediately illuminated.The tall and dangerous Xiongguan Pass stands proudly on the top of the mountain, surrounded by jagged stones.The light of the jade shone across the top of the mountain, and something seemed to tremble slightly.

A strange feeling spread over my heart, and a chill ran through my chest.Wei Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his breath to jump up the wall.Inadvertently, the corner of the clothes was caught by someone.

"Quick! Take me away!" The vague outline of the girl gradually emerged, slowly condensing into a solid body.

"Xiaoyou!"

The moment he picked her up, the night seemed to collapse.The flame instantly illuminated the night completely!The soaring shouts of killing almost shattered the sky.

"Roar!" The tide dormant on the ridge finally collapsed.The ferocious Hun army jumped down the mountain like a frenzy, and came desperately.

Without even thinking about it, Wei Ling's figure fluttered, and he landed firmly on the horse's back, running frantically down the mountain.

What was tightly held in his arms was the girl's cold body.

The screams behind him pierced through the air like deadly flying arrows.