red dust robbery

The two countries negotiated peace, and everything was complicated. When all the dust settled, the New Year had passed quietly, and the northwestern border was still cold in spring. There was light snow falling in the sky in front of the class, and the snowflakes fell silently all over the tents.

Ah Jiu put his son to sleep, and stood at the door of the tent in a cloak. There were soldiers patrolling and guarding the open space. They were the soul-shattered survivors of the catastrophe. Parents, wives and children get together, and some will still guard the barren land here, enduring the long cold night and cruel bloody fights, and continue to build iron and copper walls for their homeland.

Looking at these people who survived the catastrophe, she suddenly thought of many old people who had been turned into dust in the Conferred God War thousands of years ago. The life of mortals is so short and fragile, and they showed it when they faced a common crisis. His tenacity and potential amazed even the gods.

Perhaps this is the meaning of these gods who cut off love and love for thousands of years in solitude, maintaining the existence of the Three Realms?

She retracted her eyes and sighed leisurely.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Mu Guiying walking towards here: "Mourinho!"

"The class teacher is coming, I'll come out to see if there are any mistakes." Mu Guiying was wearing a fur trench coat and a military uniform, but she looked at her with a gentler look, "You gave birth soon, how can you stand in the wind? "

"Stayed in the tent for a long time, come out to get some air." Ah Jiu curled the corner of his mouth, "It's Mourinho who worked hard."

"Where, if it wasn't for your husband and wife this time... I'm afraid this battle would not be good." Mu Guiying paused slightly, looked at her indifferent and bleak eyes, and sighed softly to hide the disappointment in her eyes, "Officials The decree is that Zhanwei's coffin will return to the capital, and all the officials will pay homage, and that I will take your mother and son back to the capital to face the saints.

Ah Jiu pondered for a moment: "Protecting the family and the country is the duty of the people of the Song Dynasty. Since my husband has passed away, I should carry the coffin back to my hometown for burial, and there is no need for all the officials to pay homage... It's just that in the Kaifeng house, there are still some I should go and tidy up the old things, so I can go with the army, but as for the face-to-face matter, please ask Mourinho to resign for me, right?"

Mu Guiying saw that although her words were dull, there was a determination between her brows that could not be argued, so she no longer forced her: "That's fine, you can do whatever you want."

"Thank you Mourinho."

"Where, you and I fought side by side, and the friendship is there. If you have any difficulties in the future, just speak up."

Her words were sincere, and Ah Jiu was grateful, and only smiled slightly: "Mourinho's loyalty, I will write it down here."

Mu Guiying smiled: "I'm not good at learning, but I can tell that you and Zhan Weiwei are not ordinary people, but in this mortal world, after all, I've been fond of you for a few years, so naturally I need to take care of you more. "

Looking at her, Ah Jiu suddenly thought that the Marshal Mu in front of him was also the best among Li Shan's disciples back then, and there seemed to be such a few extreme female disciples under Li Shan's old mother's sect, who were clearly peerless talents, and their Taoism was like a mirror. But it's hard to live in the world, and he is willing to spend all his life in the world of mortals.

In Tang Dynasty, there was Fan Lihua, and in Song Dynasty, there was Mu Guiying.

I heard that in order to marry Yang Zongbao, she even went against the sky to change her fate, and now the young commander with a white horse and silver gun has been reincarnated, only her beauty is old, and her country remains the same.

She changed her mind for a while, and said in a trance: "Mourinho... I heard that Mourinho was also an outstanding disciple of Lishan sect back then. If he devoted himself to practicing, he might not be able to achieve a positive result, but..."

Mu Guiying's eyes became wide and far away, and after a long silence, he said: "Yes, the master did not persuade me back then, but my heart was hard to get rid of..."

The heart of dust is hard to obliterate.

Ah Jiu read it silently.

"For a little heart, has Mourinho ever regretted it?"

Mu Guiying took a deep breath, snowflakes fell between her graceful brows, her eyes were far-reaching, as if piercing through time and space.

In which year was it that the heroic young man in white robe leaped across Mu Kezhai's axe, hook and fork, disrupting her unrestrained life in the wild for more than ten years?

"Since it's obsession, how can there be regrets?"

Her voice was slightly low and hoarse, but it had undeniable strength. Looking at her solemn face, Ah Jiu restrained her expression slightly: "I made a slip of the tongue."

But Mu Guiying didn't care: "It's cold outside, let's go in quickly, I'll go elsewhere."

Ah Jiu watched as she turned around and led the soldiers away, the cloak was filled with wind and snow.

The heart of the dust is not lost, but because of the incomprehension of love, he falls into the world of mortals, even if Yi Ren has passed away, he will enter the cycle of reincarnation forever.

Now she can be regarded as contaminated with fireworks in this mortal world. I don't know if he returns to the throne at the end of his calamity, can he still have the same original intention?

She withdrew her gaze, feeling a little inexplicably desolate and bewildered in her heart.

He turned around and opened the curtain to enter the tent. The light inside was dim, only an oil lamp was lit on the bed, and a small baby was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Er'er suddenly felt that the lights were flickering, the curtains were lightly fluttering, and a familiar atmosphere filled the surroundings. She was startled suddenly, and when she looked up again, she saw a person sitting on the edge of the bed, with jade-like eyebrows, long hair hanging down, a crimson robe and a black fan. Such as iron.

She froze for a moment, not knowing how to react.

The man quietly looked at the sleeping baby on the couch, his eyes were calm, but leisurely and peaceful, like a pool of calm spring water, warm and warm.

"I'm going to see the child..."

After a long time, he just raised his head, looked at her and said.

Ah Jiu came back to his senses, looked at his long-lost attire, his black clothes were like iron, his eyebrows remained the same, but for some reason, there was a sour feeling, he just pursed his lips slightly, pulled up his skirt and walked over.

The child on the couch was sleeping soundly. After being fed these days, he was no longer as thin as when he was just born. A little baby fat had grown on his cheeks, and his complexion was ruddy, extremely cute.

Yang Jian looked at it steadily, his eyes were very soft.

"Did you take a name?"

"These days are too hectic, and I haven't taken care of it yet." Ah Jiu said slowly, thinking for a while, "Since you are here, let's take it for him, it can be regarded as..."

It can also be regarded as the name left by the child's father.

The words were stuck in his throat, but he didn't come out.

After the gods reincarnated and returned to the throne, the past and the past are like clouds and smoke. Strictly speaking, this child has no blood relationship with Yang Jian himself.

There is no Zhan Nanxia in the world, only Yang Zhenjun is left in the sky.

So she just stood there sadly, sighing barely audibly.

However, Yang Jian glanced at her, and then cast his eyes on the child, his eyes were long and long, he paused for a long time, and said: "If you are a thousand miles away, let's call it Zhanji..."

The sleeping child turned over without realizing it.

Yang Jian smiled, pulled the quilt for him, got up and walked to the bed, a woman in white clothes and plain face was standing in front of him looking at him, her face was indifferent, but there was a faint sparkle in her eyes.

"Once Chi You's matter is over, I will also return to my normal position."

"Now that your power has been relinquished, and you have just recovered from a serious injury, will the heavens be embarrassed?"

"Don't worry, since I've returned to my original position, the Heavenly Court has to be a little bit jealous." Yang Jian said lightly, and gave a comforting look, "It's not so easy for your mother to take the opportunity to take revenge on me." of."

"What are your plans when you go back this time?"

"Although the new Tiantiao was born, the new law has just been implemented, and there will be some confusion and inadequacies in the end. I am afraid that I will have to find a way to regain the right to control the Tiantiao when I go back..."

Ah Jiu looked at him, and sighed helplessly: "Cousin really... can't be free for a moment."

Yang Jian smiled.

He raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, and called her gently: "Ah Jiu, come here."

Ah Jiu didn't move, but stood there stubbornly and stubbornly, looking up at his familiar eyebrows and eyes, with a depressed and melancholy expression on his face.

Yang Jian was startled slightly.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "Even if the fate of husband and wife in this life is over, I am still your cousin..."

This sigh, far and wide, made her feel inexplicably sad.

For a moment, two lines of tears fell down, and she clenched her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

With deep eyes, Yang Jian reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"Ah Jiu..."

He whispered, and she just buried her face in his skirt and stopped talking.

They just hugged each other quietly in the dark, letting the tears flow silently.

When Yang Jian left Songying, it was dawn and the wind and snow were fading away. He rode the cloud head up into the air, and was about to go to Yang Chan, Xiao Tiangou and others. When he was not far away, he saw a bright auspicious light ahead, and his phoenix robes were flying.

He fixed his eyes, stood on Yuntou, pulled up his sleeves: "Your Majesty."

The Queen Mother stood alone on the cloud, with long clothes and wide sleeves, her phoenix eyes flying obliquely, she was not angry and majestic. Seeing his indifferent expression of bowing and saluting but not being in awe, she snorted coldly and turned around, He asked lightly, "How's Jiu'er?"

"everything is fine."

Yang Jian might as well ask her this way, and paused for a moment, but the Queen Mother snorted coldly: "How to be safe? You have returned to your throne after a catastrophe, but I don't know how many years my daughter will suffer in the lower realm." pain!"

Yang Jian was silent. Although the queen mother was cruel, she still had some affection for her little daughter in the underworld that day, and Ah Jiu was also burdened by him in this calamity, so he frowned slightly: " It is indeed because of Yang Jian that Jiu'er suffered this catastrophe, if the empress wants to blame her for this incident, Yang Jian has nothing to say."

The Queen Mother turned her head, probably a little surprised by his attitude, looked him up and down, and remembered what he had done in the past hundreds of years, and suddenly became annoyed again.

"Yang Jian, don't think that you have made great achievements in eliminating demons this time, so I dare not do anything to you. You rebelled against me and deceived you. I will always find a way to deal with you one by one. Do the math!"

Yang Jian looked at her aggressive and domineering, but looked at her indifferently for a while, Fang said: "In this case, why did the empress personally help Yang Jian?"

"you--"

The Queen Mother was about to speak, but she heard him slowly say: "With the means of the empress, if the seal is secretly removed, I am afraid that Yang Jian and all the immortals will be backlashed by the devil's resentful spirit, and the empress can take this opportunity to get rid of the serious troubles in her heart."

"How do you know that Ben Gong didn't think about it?" The Queen Mother snorted coldly.

"Your Majesty has always been ruthless in her actions, but in the end... she didn't dare to gamble with the safety of the Three Realms." Yang Jian said leisurely, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to push away the clouds: "My Lady, look."

The Queen Mother opened her phoenix eyes and looked down at the vast land.

The bitter cold land in the west, the yellow desert, the white snow, ten miles of camps, half-rolled banners, the Song army has already pulled out the battalions one after another, and the marching team is like a wandering dragon.

"Although the lives of mortals are short and fragile, they are loyal, fearless, and persevering. For their homeland and friends, they can live and die without fear. Even facing a demon king like Chi You, they never intend to give up." Yang Jian said in a low voice, " Their bravery and perseverance make even the gods feel ashamed, and it is because of them that this vast country is alive."

He turned around: "Don't we gods exist just to protect the beauty of the Three Realms?"

The Queen Mother's breath stopped.

Her thoughts suddenly drifted away. It was tens of thousands of years ago. The ancient gods emerged one after another, and the order of the Three Realms was newly established. Heaven, only to guard the sentient beings in the three realms that God Nu Wa cares about.

But I don't know when, they stood on the clouds, causing the noisy desire for power to lose their eyes, and they couldn't see clearly the mortal beings in the lower realm.

That Emperor Haotian, who was decisive in killing and attacking in the past, also became a mediocre and foolish person at some point?

The Queen Mother let out a long sigh, closed her eyes, and said nothing.

Yang Jian glanced at her, and then withdrew his gaze.

"If it's a personal enmity, the empress can't tolerate Yang Jian, and Yang Jian doesn't mind turning against the heavens again, but the turmoil in the immortal family has brought disaster to all people in the world, so how can it be caused by immortal cultivators?"

The Queen Mother took a deep breath, and looked at the man in black and black in front of her.

The young man who swung the diamond ax and killed the sky with red eyes, has gone through a catastrophe now, the murderous aura of the past has been wiped away, replaced by the vicissitudes and profoundness that have settled down.

She sighed, suppressed the unwillingness and difficulty in her heart, but finally said slowly: "Yang Jian, come back."

Yang Jian raised his eyes, only to see the graceful woman in front of him open her eyes, her spirit is menacing: "The new Tiantiao has just been established, and it is complicated and complicated. Then the Liu family boy is hard to be a big successor. I want you to take back the power of Tiantiao." !"

☆、Chapter 45