One Sword Frost

With the breeze and willows, the scenery of Wan'an City is still the same, but the city is not as busy and lively as before.

Pedestrians on the road are always in a hurry, or this person hurried out of the city with a bag on his back, his sleeves folded and his head bowed. The street is so lonely that no businessman with a stall can be seen. The wind blows the fallen leaves on the street, as if A dead city.

Even if the war did not spread to Wan'an City, it would still be affected a lot after all. Perhaps it would take some time to recover.

Shan Hanyi stood in front of a room with a closed door, and remained silent for a long time. Shan's mother stood not far from him, and beside her was her maid.

There were tears in the eyes of the single mother. She comforted the single father last night, but she was not sad, and her heart was pierced by a knife. Well, it was a piece of flesh that fell off her body only after losing half her life in her ten month pregnancy.

Blood dissolves in water, watching her child go to such a dangerous place, and may never come back, never see him again, how sad is the single mother in her heart.

But she can't be so selfish, she persuades herself like a single father, he always wants to go out, instead of keeping him at home all the time.

Shan Hanyi moved his fingers hanging by his side, turned his head to look at Shan's mother, and finally walked over.

The single mother looked at Shan Hanyi, and tried her best to curl her mouth to make herself laugh, but the smile was particularly ugly.

Shan Hanyi softened his eyebrows and eyes similar to those of his mother, and his originally stern face instantly became like a warm sun, "Mother, it's okay."

The single mother stretched out her hand to take Shan Hanyi's hand, patted it, and said with a smile: "No, mother, don't worry. When you arrive in Chang'an, you don't have to worry about your family. You just need to take care of yourself. The flames of war won't spread far enough." Ancheng."

Shan Hanyi nodded and said, "Yi'er knows..."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head to look at the door that had been closed tightly from the beginning. Seeing his expression, the single mother couldn't help saying: "Your father just doesn't care about you."

Shan Hanyi lowered his eyes, feeling the warmth from his mother in his hands, and said, "Yi'er knows, it's Yi'er who will be unfilial to the Shan family in the end."

The single mother's eyes suddenly became sore, she blinked hard to force back the tears that were about to burst out, and said: "As a man, there are so many things to do, and there is no such thing as a decision in the world."

Shan Hanyi smiled lightly, but his eyes couldn't let go of the heavy, "At this moment, I still want my mother to comfort me. I always feel like I'm still a child."

The single mother smiled, stretched out her hand and patted his hand, and said, "In Mother's eyes, you will always be the child who will act like a baby by Mother's side."

Shan Hanyi was silent for a moment, then suddenly took half a step back, lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down straight, as if he had exhausted all his strength to kneel down, and the sound made by his knees hitting the bluestone slab was also so powerful .

As soon as he knelt down, he put his hands on the ground and kowtowed three times.

The single mother covered her mouth with the handkerchief in her hand, with tears in her eyes, but she didn't stop him from moving.

There was a thousand-mile fast horse outside the gate of Shan Mansion, and Shan Hanyi's forehead was still bloody, it was just scratched, but he, who has always been a bit of a clean freak, didn't care at all.

He walked quickly to the door, turned on his horse neatly, the gray-toned robe drew a lonely arc in the air, Shan Hanyi just resolutely twitched the horse's buttocks, the fast horse neighed, and galloped out without any hesitation. look back.

Looking at the back that gradually disappeared from sight, the single mother collapsed on the ground as if the world had collapsed, and cried out with some depression. She was sad, sadder than anyone else.

There were also tears in the maid's eyes. She was the daughter of a maid who was married to a single mother back then. She was much younger than Shan Hanyi, but she was also considered to be grown up by Shan Hanyi. Although he was away as an adult, it didn't affect this handsome man at all. The image of the gentle young master left in her heart.

She was also sad because she knew early on that her status as a servant was not worthy of the young master, but seeing the young master's near death at the place where the young master was going, how could she not be sad.

But she still had to endure, put this feeling in the deepest part of her heart, helped up the single mother who was limp on the ground, and said: "Madam, the young master will come back, he will definitely come back."

Shan and mother's eyes were a little dull, they just looked at the direction Shan Hanyi was leaving, and murmured: "I'll be back... I'll be back."

Shan's father was still sitting in the room with the doors and windows closed, but there were a lot of empty wine jars piled up in the room. Shan's father was flushed, as if a little drunk, and said some drunken words: "My son... Take care!"

On the Loess Avenue, the wanton wind blows, blowing up dust and sand all over the sky, and Shan Hanyi drives his horse through the wind and dust without stopping, blowing up dust and dust all over his body.

After a few days of fast riding, even Shan Hanyi felt a little tired. The usually dignified Dingguo robe was covered with a layer of dust and lost its former glory, and the high crown on his head had long been removed. The long hair was scattered on the back in a messy way, but it was tied casually by the master with a black ribbon.

As soon as he stepped into the border of Chang'an, he saw traces of what had been plundered by a fire. Shan Hanyi, dressed in dust and dust, led a horse, and followed countless panic-stricken people in the opposite direction.

Chang'an, Refuge Alley——

Yuan Feng has seen a lot of ruthless wars and miserable people in the past few days, but he still can't take it lightly.

He had just given medicine to a sick refugee, when he got up, he saw the dusty man walking slowly with a horse in the distance.

Yuan Feng's eyes lit up, he smiled instantly, waved his hands, and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Shan! Senior Brother Shan!" At the same time, he seemed to let go of something in his heart. He finally fulfilled his promise and would definitely come to Chang'an , advance and retreat with them.

Shan Han Yi heard the prestige, and saw the young man dressed in blue and white in the distance, waving his hands to show his face, he couldn't help smiling, with a familiar gentle curve on the corner of his mouth.

Shan Hanyi is stable and gentle, with a faint smile on his mouth all the time, mostly taking care of the new disciples in the sect, and he is patient and good, his martial arts and Taoism are all for this generation, he is handsome and unparalleled, he should be It caused most of the female disciples in the sect to come to him with various questions.

Yuan Feng is an orphan, he grew up wandering, although he was not able to beg, but he has suffered a lot since he was born, it is hard for him to maintain a pure heart, and he does not resent the world for the suffering he suffered in the past.

He was young at the beginning, only fourteen or five years old, Shan Han felt sorry for him, so he took great care of him, Zixu Daoist Qi Jin mostly walked outside, not inside the sect, it can be said that most of Zixu's disciples are led by senior brothers Take care of.

Ever since he was taken care of by Shan Hanyi, Yuan Feng has become more dependent on Shan Hanyi, perhaps in his heart, Shan Hanyi is no longer as simple as a senior brother, but like a dearest relative, a brother.

Like an elder, Shan Hanyi stretched out his hand to touch Yuan Feng's head, with a warm smile on his lips, and said, "How is it? No one was hurt, right?"

Yuan Feng shook his head, and suddenly said in a depressed mood: "I'm not sure, disciples like us who have just started are all assigned to the refugee alley to help these people, and the senior disciples of other sects are all in Chang'an City. I heard that... the situation seems to be not very good."

Shan Hanyi's hand holding the horse's rein was stiff, and it seemed that even the smile on the corner of his mouth faded, "It's okay, it will pass."

Yuan Feng immediately put away his sad expression when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Senior brother said, I will take you to see a person." Saying that, he pulled Shan Hanyi's sleeve and walked inside.

When Shan Hanyi saw the person Yuan Feng was talking about, he was really stunned for a rare moment, not because of anything else, but because of that person, who was really too small.

When Bai Zhongqi saw Shan Hanyi who lifted the curtain of the tent, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and said with some surprise, "Senior Brother Shan, you are finally here."

Bai Zhongqi started two years earlier than Yuan Feng, she was a disciple of Qingxu Daoist Yu Rui, and she was also a young girl who admired Shan Hanyi, a young hero.

At this moment, this girl is holding a baby who is only a few months old in her arms.

Shan Hanyi frowned and asked, "This is...?"

Bai Zhongqi looked at the baby sleeping soundly in her arms, and said with some pity: "I don't know whose family it is. In this era of war, there are many homeless children..."

That's right, aren't those suffering from the chaos of war the people of Liming all over the world?

The moon was bright and the stars were thin, Shan Hanyi was lying in the tent with his eyes open. He had been running around for a few days, and there was still a tough battle to be fought. He should have a good rest, but he couldn't fall asleep at this time.

He looked at the roof of the tent with his phoenix eyes slightly raised at the end of his eyes, as if he had thought a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything, he was just in a daze, and finally fell asleep at some point.

Shan Hanyi didn't sleep well, and the next day he got up to wash and left before dawn. When Yuan Feng came over, he only saw the packed bedding.

Any farewell at this time is not what Shan Hanyi likes, perhaps leaving without saying goodbye is the best choice.

The blood is desolate and the corpses are everywhere, this is Shan Hanyi's first feeling when he saw the scenery outside the gate of Chang'an. The disciples of various sects were among them, walking in a hurry, and many injured disciples were bandaging their wounds.

The wind is rustling, the blood and tears are broken——

Shan Hanyi knelt on the ground with a sword in one hand, an arrow feather sticking out of his chest, his robe was already stained red with blood, and was cut by a sharp sword and spear, his previously warm eyes were also bloody and cold.

As a child, you should fulfill the rules of filial piety... When you enter my Chunyang, you should use the sword in your hand to level the vast road and the world of mortals.

Only the heart... that's all!

Shan Hanyi opened his eyes and looked at Bloody who was close at hand. In front of him was a young man with a hidden sword. He waved the heavy sword in his hand to protect him and let him go to the rear to treat his injuries.

but……

Shan Hanyi looked at the seemingly endless army of spikes, and felt a little sad. They had been guarding outside Chang'an City for two months...

He thought that he might not be able to keep the vow to go back.

The word oath is too heavy to say, Shan Hanyi has never made an oath before this, but now the only oath he has made will be broken.

Shan Hanyi gritted his teeth, raised his sword and stood up again. As a disciple of Chunyang, there is no coward who escapes. He must stand in front of all those who need protection.

The cyan sword energy flashed, and with the white sword light piercing through a spike soldier, the hidden sword who was about to be stabbed turned his head and frowned when he saw the injured Shan Hanyi , Said: "You have suffered such a serious injury, go to the back line for treatment, you don't need to be brave at this time."

Shan Hanyi shook his head, raised the sword in his hand, lowered his eyes slightly, put the long sword vertically in front of him, and slashed his body in the next moment, the four elephants reincarnated and rushed away angrily, taking the life of an enemy in an instant.

"My injury, I know it myself, it's not a problem." Because it's useless, it won't last long.

On that day, when the moon was bright and the stars were thinning, when the sun was rising, when the scorching sun was hanging high, those around me fell down one after another, but no one escaped...

The soldiers and knights guarding Chang'an suffered heavy casualties, but in the end they still failed to hold Chang'an...

In Chang'an City, on the stone bridge of the moat, his sword is propped on the ground, and he still holds the hilt in one hand, but his body is full of arrow feathers, and a spear is nailed to his shoulder.

He seemed to still be breathing, and the long blood-stained and clotted hair hung down on the side of his face. He moved and raised his eyelids. The scorching sun and the criss-crossing fire made his eyes hurt very fast. Forget about the pain on your body.

Suddenly he saw...

It was a group of people, a group of people who were the same as them, or maybe they were different, a pure-yang boy with a handsome face, dressed in Dingguo clothes, suddenly turned towards him, stepped on his feet, and rushed over .

Shan Hanyi felt his head go blank, and then...

Then, he didn't know anything!

Because, he has lost consciousness, or it can be said that he is dead——

Outside the dilapidated city gate of Chang'an, which was burning with fire, lay the corpses of countless blood-stained sons and daughters. They were loyal to the country, but in the end they ended their lives in this way, like fireworks in the sky, a candle on a river lantern, fleeting.

Yuan Feng searched for a long time with his senior brothers, senior sisters, and knights from other sects, before he found the man kneeling there with a sword in his hand by the bridge.

He lowered his head, as if he was just extremely tired, so he fell asleep.

Yuan Feng seemed to have lost all his strength, and suddenly knelt down in front of Shan Hanyi, looking at him with dull eyes, "Senior Brother..."

"Brother!"

The sound seemed to tear apart the sky, and spread beyond Jiuxiao, and everyone present couldn't help crying, because there were also their friends from the same school lying here.

Xiao Xiao Yishui, the hero has no tears, isn't it not that there are no tears, but that he has not yet reached the point of sadness!