Peach Blossom Dream

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Su Yizhi made an oath in public.

After the military order was distributed, everyone dispersed.He Ming stopped Shu Jifeng from behind, and asked, "Boss, do you think the boss Qian that Mr. Lan mentioned is Qian Juan?"

Shu Jifeng nodded: "I think he did it."

"Alas," He Ming sighed, feeling a little sad, "Our brother from the right door, he will be the last one I saw, and I don't know if there will be a chance to meet again."

Uncle Fengzheng wanted him not to be so pessimistic, Zuo Qingyue said:

"I hope I never see him again in my life. I get angry when I see his face."

He Ming couldn't understand what he heard, and snorted, "Who is not angry? In the whole world, our boss is probably the only one who doesn't get in your way! Two days ago, he went crazy and scolded me for why I'm called He Ming! The one whose surname is Zuo, Are you out of your mind?"

"Why, I just don't like it, what can you do to me! What!!" Zuo Qingyue absolutely suppressed He Ming with her height advantage.

Uncle Jifeng knew why, and said embarrassingly, "Okay, okay. Save yourself some energy and go fight the Demon Sect tomorrow."

He Ming glared at Zuo Qingyue bitterly, then turned around and asked: "Boss, I heard that you have been healing each other with this man in the military tent for the past two days, how is it? Are you all healed?"

"Uh... It's okay, it's almost done." Facing He Ming's sincere question, Shu Jifeng felt a little flustered.

More and more people from the rivers and lakes gathered at the border, Shu Jifeng arranged several people to squeeze into the bunk together, Zuo Qingyue pretended to be unhappy, and lay down without saying anything after returning.

Uncle knew that he was unhappy, so he didn't care about him. After arranging everyone one by one, he was the last one to turn off the lights and walk to the side of the shop, and patted Zuo Qingyue to tell him to make room. for myself.

Zuo Qingyue moved inside, turned her back to Shu Jifeng and continued to sleep.

Uncle Jifeng lifted the quilt, lay down and fell asleep.

When Shu Jifeng was about to fall asleep, Zuo Qingyue suddenly turned over, pretended to put her hands on him casually, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "It's hard to warm the bed, uncle, boss Don't thank me either."

Uncle Feng felt itchy, squeezed his fingers quietly, and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, the sky was dark, and it seemed that a blizzard was coming.

Shu Jifeng followed his master, Zuo Qingyue, Cen Lan and others in the team.On the opposite side are the congregants of the Devil's Cult and the army of the Snow Country.

After the first battle drum sounded, goose-feather-like snowflakes fell.Appearing at the same time as the snowflakes, there were also peach blossom petals before the Demon Cult's illusion was created, densely covering the sky and covering the sun, and the originally snow-white world instantly turned bright red.

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Uncle Jifeng saw Zuo Qingyue wearing black clothes for the first time, and the cold black clothes set off his warm and beautiful face, which produced a strange spark.

"Uncle Boss," Zuo Qingyue couldn't hide the worry on her face, "promise me, don't be brave, okay?"

"Okay, I promise you."

Although Shu Jifeng complied, both of them knew very well that no one would choose to be a deserter, no matter whether it was life or death in a war between the two countries.

When the second round of war drums sounded, all the people in the rivers and lakes of Dahe drew their swords out of their sheaths.Although they don't wear uniform uniforms and don't have complete war horses, they have the same goal - to defend the country and protect their families!

"rush!"

With a wave of the flag, Shu Jifeng and the others rushed forward without hesitation.

Like the people of Dahe, who are also disregarding life and death, there are people from the Demon Cult on the opposite side.When a group of Demon Cultists fell, the next group came up without hesitation, looking death like moths to a flame.The illusion created by thousands of members of the Demon Cult is like a big net, which tightly covers the soldiers of the river, and the goose feather snow and peach blossom petals rush in at the same time.

Shu Jifeng felt that his father's soul was reborn in him.Some things are engraved in the bone marrow and flow in the blood. Even though he has suffered countless injuries and injustices, there are still a pair of invisible wings behind him, vibrating to protect the poor and innocent people of Dahe under his wings.

Through his father's eyes, what Shu Jifeng saw was no longer the Devil's Cult, but a simple enemy, neither fear nor anger.

Unaffected by the illusion for the first time, Shu Jifeng carried a plain fan like a dragon swimming among the enemy troops, beheading several people in succession.Hot blood was sprayed on the snow, which was quickly covered by fresh snow that had just fallen.

However, except for the invincible Shu Jifeng and a few others, more and more people fell on the side of the river.Many masters who were killing all directions one moment were bewitched by the illusion the next moment, and they were either insane or stunned, and soon died under the bare hands of the Demon Cultists.

Since the uncle was unable to save him, he had no choice but to move on.A plain fan quickly disappears, and no one survives within ten feet of the place.

But on the other side, Zuo Qingyue was struggling on the cliff of the illusion, and was about to fall into the abyss.

I saw Zuo Qingyue's blue veins bulging, and all the strength in her body was controlling herself.Shu Jifeng was startled, and quickly cut off the heads blocking the way and leaped towards him, but before Shu Jifeng arrived, a member of the Demon Cult reached out and mercilessly stabbed a knife into Zuo Qingyue's left chest.

"Go away!" Uncle roared angrily when the blood rushed to the top, but he couldn't touch it with his hands, and watched the knife go deeper and deeper.

"Young brother!"

At the moment of life and death, He Zhichuang descended from the sky, twisted off the head of the demon cultist, and quickly helped Zuo Qingyue tap acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, when he turned around and saw Shu Jifeng, he waved hurriedly, "Come here, little brother! "

Shu Jifeng ran over to catch the fallen Zuo Qingyue, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid, you can help the young brother stop the bleeding with peace of mind first." He Zhichuang comforted, "My brothers and sisters and I are here, don't worry."

"Okay." Shu Jifeng's lips began to tremble, staring at Zuo Qingyue in his arms.

On the chaotic battlefield, the disciples of Yunshan Fengjiao carried a long and tall spliced ​​mirror to stand in the front, becoming the first line of defense for Dahe's safety.Although the other Dahe people didn't know the reason for the mirror, they all retreated one after another, leaving the front to the masters and apprentices of Fengjiao.

The nearly crazy members of the Devil's Cult were caught off guard by the mirror in front of them, and in the mirror was a powerful illusion created by themselves.There are warm winds, dense forests, pink peach blossoms, and all the good things they expected.

Some people have never seen the world other than the Snow Country in their entire lives, they just heard countless people mention the heavenly Jiangnan.This time, they were determined to die, just to let their descendants walk out of this icy kingdom, but they didn't expect that before sacrificing their lives, heaven would appear before them.

One after another, members of the Demon Cult fell into the illusion created by their own people.

Seeing that the situation on the battlefield has turned around, my uncle hugged Zuo Qingyue and couldn't help but want to burst into tears, but the words he said couldn't be more stable: "Zuo Qingyue, my senior uncle and senior brothers and sisters are here! , Dahe will definitely win."

Zuo Qingyue smiled feebly: "Well, I will win."

Uncle Jifeng said again: "When you win, I will solemnly introduce you to them, and they will definitely like you."

Zuo Qingyue nodded slightly: "Well, I believe it."

Uncle Jifeng's throat was tight, but he forced himself to smile: "It's snowing so much today, it will definitely be cold at night, will you help me warm the bed?"

Zuo Qingyue tilted her head with difficulty, and looked at him fixedly: "Yes, you wait for me."

Uncle Jifeng finally couldn't hold it anymore, tears welled up in his eyes: "Zuo Qingyue, you must not leave me, you must not leave! Don't...I don't want another person..."

When the two were exchanging their heart and soul, a soldier from the Snow Country hacked over, but my uncle didn't even look back, a Moon Shadow Flying Needle given to him by Zuo Qingyue flew out from his hand, and hit the little soldier's eyebrow.

"Fool, why are you crying?" Zuo Qingyue didn't even look at the fallen soldier, her eyes were full of Uncle Jifeng alone, she slowly raised her hand to help him wipe away tears, "I just... saw it in the illusion My...past, there was you...I finally remembered...it turns out...from the day I saw your slight smile when I entered Beijing at the age of 11 in my previous life, I was looking forward to it. ..I look forward to seeing your happy smile one day. Uncle Boss, I always feel that you...are not happy..."

Uncle Feng stood there in a daze, unable to move.

Zuo Qingyue continued: "Also, you idiot, that night... I told you to hide in the woodshed... Don't run around... Why didn't you listen to me... You still... .Forget it, I finally found you, but you always ignored me..."

Shu Jifeng was already dumbfounded, only tears were streaming down the snow,

Zuo Qingyue coughed violently, and continued after coughing: "Boss uncle... I have no other choice... I can only take you to the night... Don't hate me... I once sent I swear, I want to see your happy smile, but I can't...I'm sorry..."

The past events of the previous life emerged one after another, and Shu Jifeng reacted——

It turned out that Zuo Qingyue was the strange elder brother who hid him in the woodshed on the night of the accident in the General's Mansion.

It's still the leader of the night, He Ming.

"So it's you! It's you?" Uncle Feng was stunned for a while, his voice trembling, "So they are all you?"

Zuo Qingyue took a few breaths, her eyes mixed with tension and hope, and said, "It's me. Boss uncle, do you want them all to be me?"

Uncle Jifeng asked again: "Are you really He Ming?"

Zuo Qingyue closed her eyes, then opened them again: "Yes, to be precise...my name is He Ming...I came into the night later."

"Then what's your name?"

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