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Xueqing.

The sun is shining, the earth is covered with silver, and the crystal light is shining.The winter wind is like a blade, howling for thousands of miles, the ice is cold, the Suohong Ridge is mighty, the birds are extinct, and everything is silent.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a vast plain, with snow and mud hoofprints, and the land is dirty. There are hundreds of thousands of troops, and the armored weapons are cold, and the horses neigh and breathe white air.

The wind turns and the clouds move, leisurely covering the sun.

The light of the sun dimmed, and the sound of war drums suddenly sounded, and the horns mourned the sky.

The birds on the top of the mountain were startled and flew straight into the sky, the earth seemed to wake up, and the snow that bent the branches suddenly fell and melted into the snow without a sound.

Yun Jie pushed open the windshield wooden door, and the flames flickered in the cave.

The small clearing that was cleared a few days ago was covered with a thin layer of snow, revealing half of the green grass, and the surrounding snow was up to his waist. He walked a few steps and turned to look up at the top of the mountain. It was extraordinarily dazzling, the cold wind chilled, and the fine needles like cow hair pricked his cheeks.

After a while, he returned to the cave, took out three sticks of incense, lit them, and went out, facing north into the snow, clasped his hands together, knelt down on his knees, kowtowed three times, and paid homage to the lonely tomb in the wilderness.

The sound of fighting at the foot of the mountain got closer, and the sound disturbed the snow layer, and suddenly a corner collapsed, just landing on the head of the cloud steps.

He didn't care, shaking his head to shake off the snow, but when he saw the green grass under his feet, he was taken aback, and then simply sat down on the ground.

It is really like the green grass by the Qingshui River that year, just as green and prickly.

"Lack of herbal medicine in the army? It's not good for wound healing if you wash it with water."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a person smiling at him, with a plain face in Tsing Yi, unruly.

But then why everything changed.

Maybe it hasn't changed in the first place.

Yun Jie took off the jade pendant from his chest, groping for the lines with his fingertips, he laughed silently at himself, raised his hand and threw the jade pendant out.The snow jade is flawless and blends together.

The green smoke curls up and disperses with the wind, and the incense burns more than half, leaving no trace of ash.

Yun Jie stood up, brushed the snow dust off his clothes, drew his sword against the wind, and swung it towards the snow, thousands of layers of snow collapsed, burying his knees and legs.

He stepped into the snow, using his sword as a stick, and walked hard towards the front of the formation.

Covered by snow, the trees all over the mountains and plains reach the foot of the mountain, all bending at the waist, and the trunks of the trees are connected by thick ropes.

Yun Jie found a five-foot-wide tree on the edge of the cliff. The three-foot-high tree was tied with thick ropes, each of which was a formation hole.

He stood on the boulder and looked down, and the figures were densely covered like ants, moving towards the foot of the mountain.

The wild sky is low, and the floating clouds seem to be floating in front of your eyes, ever-changing and invisible.

He returned to the formation eye, stood there for a moment, his eyes tightened suddenly, and he raised his sword to volley into the air.Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the floating clouds surged like wolves, turning sharply down.

A sacrifice to heaven and earth.Blame the long years for not being kind to others.

The second sacrifice to the common people.May the mountains and rivers stay in the world forever.

The last sword is a sacrifice to the oath of drinking [-] times with the king.

The rope was broken, and the eyes of the array were broken.

He calmly waited to be buried in the sea of ​​snow.

But he knew that his heart had never been peaceful.

Folded trees in all directions rose from the ground, and the snow-capped mountains trembled like ghosts weeping and gods were angry, thunderous, and the mountains collapsed like a tsunami.

The fighting swords at the foot of the mountain suddenly stopped.

Someone screamed in despair, "Avalanche! Avalanche is ahead of schedule!"

Yun Zhetian looked at the distant mountains, showing a trace of panic.The crushed stones are stirring, and the real snowstorm can engulf them in an instant.His army could no longer return to the cave where shelter was hiding.

Yun Zhetian suddenly laughed out loud.He just felt a little regretful, regretful that his son, who could have enjoyed half of the world for half his life, chose a road of no return.He doesn't understand why.

On the other side of the plain, Yang Zhan raised the flag and issued an order, "Retreat troops and line up."

The soldiers turned quickly.

The eight-wheeled chariot quickly came out, raised the baffle, fixed the wheels, and formed a solid barrier stretching hundreds of feet.

The blizzard was as violent as a flood of beasts, engulfing the battlefield in the blink of an eye, and the earth-shattering howls came to an abrupt end.

If you don't care about who lives and who dies, this battle can be described as unprecedentedly magnificent.

Yang Zhan stroked the residual snow on his cheeks, neither happy nor sad.

It took a long time for the turmoil to subside.

Painful cries came out from under the snow layer, faintly visible.

There are sharp gun points scattered on the nearby snow surface, and the closer to the foot of the mountain, the less angry it is.

Thousands of troops and horses set foot on the snow, stabbing with sharp halberds every step of the way. The white spear head went in and the red spear head came out, blood was gurgling, and it seemed as if you could still see strands of red blood on the snow surface. heat.

The Yan family's [-] troops turned into a sea of ​​blood, flowing clouds and simmering clouds, the light of the sun was dim, and the blue sky turned into a sunset and dusk.

Han Ji is here.

The placket fur cloak on his body was so stiff that he couldn't shake it in the wind, his face and hair were covered with frost, and his complexion was so pale that he didn't look like a human being.

He turned a blind eye to the devastation, but his eyes kept searching, "Where is he?"

Yang Zhan was silent for a while before raising his hand and pointing to the top of the mountain.

Han Ji looked back suddenly, with infinite sadness in his eyes, "You promised to watch him for me!"

Yang Zhan was surprisingly calm. Thousands of soldiers died on the battlefield, and Yun Jie was only one of them. "After detonating the avalanche, he must not be able to escape. This is his choice."

Han Ji clenched his trembling hands and tried his best to control the chill that penetrated into his heart and lungs, "Can't you stop a person who is determined to die? You let him go knowing the consequences, what's your intention!"

"My intention is the same as yours, for the people of Dingkang!" Yang Zhan was a little annoyed.

"I'm different, I didn't want to trade his death for it!"

"But you forced him to do this." Yang Zhan broke it straight.

Han Ji made a hoarse voice. This sentence became the last straw that overwhelmed him. He was short of breath, and his undulating chest seemed to burst open.

"What else did he say..."

Yang Zhan couldn't bear it, and finally said, "Just say that Yun Zhetian's life was spared."

"The others…"

Yang Zhan shook his head.

Not even a word of farewell?

Han Ji didn't dare to admit this fact, suddenly became short of breath, bent down and coughed, each sound getting stronger and stronger.

Fan Sheng rushed to support him, but he left him behind, maybe it was caused by the cold wind blowing into his mouth,

"He must still be alive, and he must be sent to the mountain to find everyone."

Han Ji took a breath, and said in disbelief.

"It's too late." Yang Zhan didn't intend to accept the order. Suohong Ridge is nearly [-] kilometers away from the mountain. Even if the whole army enters the mountain, it will take half a month to dig. "The avalanche is still intermittent, and it is extremely dangerous."

"I don't care, I must find him today!"

Said Han Ji turned on the horse.

The horse's hooves sank into the snow, and blood flowed from stepping on it.

There were rumbles one after another, and the way forward was blocked.

The plan to take Yan's directly had to be shelved.

The snow layer is loose, and entering the mountain can bury the whole person, and there will be snow landslides at any time.

Han Ji couldn't listen to the persuasion, stuck in the snow unable to move, still digging desperately.

If he wanted to live, there must be a way to escape this catastrophe. In terms of scheming, it's not that he didn't have it.I'm afraid...

Han Ji didn't dare to think about it, he had to believe that Yun Jie was still alive.

Suddenly there was darkness above his head, and he heard someone yelling to be careful, Han Ji felt his eyes go dark, and the snow on his body seemed to weigh a thousand catties, he struggled a few times in vain, and passed out.

In the vast snow-capped mountains, dig three feet into the ground, no one is alive but no corpse is dead.

Five days later, the avalanche stopped.The soldiers searching the mountain only knew they were looking for one person, but they didn't know who they were looking for.

"found it!"

With a cry, the ethereal spirit leaped for joy, and on a tree with a broken branch on the top of the mountain, the birds were frightened, fluttering their wings and wailing.

Dozens of soldiers stood around in a daze on the mountainside.

They recognized the man lying in the ice and snow, General Ling Ling Yunjie.

His face was as pale as a dead man's, and there was still a faint smile on his face, which was frightening like a ghost.

His hair, clothes, shoes and socks, his whole body is like an ice sculpture, cold and stiff.

But a half-section sword was exposed from the chest, and the dark red sword body was like a pillar of blood jade.

Someone seemed to wake up.What is he plotting?Figure a dead thorough?

Han Ji saw that the heart-piercing sword was once his saber.It was the person who stood in front of him alive for the last time who played a trick and took the opportunity to take it away.

He also wants to ask, what is the picture?Could it be that facing him is more terrifying than death, and he refuses to give himself any desire to survive.

Han Ji didn't understand.

With his heavy feet, he walked up to Yun Jie like traveling thousands of miles.

The lifelike smile seemed to be mocking him, he wasn't sure.

A mouthful of blood pressure could not be suppressed, and it was dripping red, all sprayed on the snow beside it, a little bit of red plum was like new, not staining the person who passed away at all.

He couldn't stand still and poured into his own blood, the sky was dazzlingly bright.

In a trance, he suddenly understood.

This life is bright, but my heart will never see the sun.

The spring breeze melts the snow.

Han Jun merged Yan's in one fell swoop.

The following year, Dingkang moved its capital to Xiecheng.

There are rumors in the world that a palace was built in the deep mountains of Suohong Ridge at some time, and the cold air is lingering all year round.

It seems that there is another name called——Yunjieyuedi.

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Well, this is a side story of be wood.There are two more articles, which are also finished.

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