Peach Blossom Dream

The hero who killed the enemy in the light on the field, instead of being dragged into the night by me, doing things like decapitating his own people in the night like a living dead. "

Uncle Jifeng shook his head desperately, his eyes were red, and the tears could not be held back: "I'll carry you with me!"

But the uncle who said this knew that Yayu was there, Shen Ziyi's fingers were there, and he went there with Zuo Qingyue on his back, so he couldn't protect him at all.

Between family and love, war and time, Shu Jifeng couldn't make a choice.

At the moment of difficult decision, a man in coir raincoat and bamboo hat said from behind: "Go, I will guard him for you."

Shu Jifeng and Zuo Qingyue looked over at the same time, and recognized that the man was a brawny man in coir raincoat with whom Zuo Qingyue had a sworn feud.The burly man in coir raincoat guessed that Shu Feng was worried, and swore: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. I, Huang Ping'an, swear that I will let go of my personal grudges today. If anyone wants to touch Zuo Qingyue, they must first step on my corpse!"

"I trust him. Go, I don't want you here," Zuo Qingyue looked up at Shu Jifeng, "Just before you leave, you have to kiss me again."

The uncle bowed his head and kissed her, tears falling down into the snow.

"wait for me."

"I'm waiting for you."

Shu Jifeng gently placed Zuo Qingyue in the snow, took a deep look at Huang Ping'an, and walked towards Nanfeng Sanren.

Seeing Shu Jifeng, Yayu remembered that they drank a cup of tea once, and said, "Uncle, long time no see."

Shu Jifeng stood behind Nanfeng Sanren's chair: "Uncle Shi, I will help you."

Nanfeng Sanren nodded: "Then let's hurry up, don't make your one wait too long."

Yayu took the wrench from Shen Ziyi's hand, put it on her own, and said:

Flowers are not flowers, the moon is not the moon,

The false is also true, and the illusion is also true.

Sleeping in Chuang Tzu's dream,

See the world generously.

As soon as the words were finished, the fingertips radiated a gentle blue light again, like a slowly flowing river, surrounding Yayu and Shen Ziyi; peach blossoms fluttered down like red rain.

Nanfeng Sanren smiled and turned to look at Shu Jifeng, and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Shu Jifeng shook his head and smiled in Zuo Qingyue's direction.

While the two were talking, Yayu's face was hidden behind a peach blossom.Tens of thousands of peach blossom petals suddenly turned into the sharpest knives and flew over. At the same time, Zuo Qingyue's voice rang in Shu Jifeng's ears, including the love words he said in those nights, and the self-introduction when we first met. There is also the only conversation between the two at night in the previous life.

Uncle Jifeng grabbed the chair abruptly, and took the uncle in the chair into the air. Nanfeng San understood, and pushed forward with his dry palm, leaving a few sharp marks on the snow in an instant.

It's just that Yayu is still missing.

The two fell down again, Shu Jifeng asked: "Uncle Shi, do we want to be like senior brother?"

Nanfeng Sanren shook his head: "No need, just deal with Yayu directly. I've lived for decades, how often do I turn my head to empty illusions? My brain is already as unconscious as my legs!"

Uncle Feng didn't say a word, because he saw that Zuo Qingyue's body became more and more transparent, and she was about to merge with the snow.

"Don't be afraid, life and death are determined by Hades, not Yayu." Nanfeng Sanren seemed to have guessed what Shu Jifeng saw in the illusion, and comforted him.

Uncle Jifeng nodded, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness and fear in his heart, grabbed the uncle's chair and rushed to the front left.Nanfeng Sanren stretched out his skinny arms from his wide sleeves, and pushed forward again.

With this palm, Yayu was knocked out from behind the peach blossom, and there was a trace of embarrassment on the gentle and elegant face.

Nanfeng Sanren didn't give him a chance to breathe, and launched the third palm.

Yayu shielded Shen Ziyi sideways, hit the ground head-on, and pushed out her other hand.

The two palms faced each other, and the snow on the ground was splashed everywhere by the strong impact. The white snow mixed with blue light was as beautiful as the color of white clouds and blue sky.

Uncle Jifeng put most of his strength on himself, supported his uncle's chair and took ten steps back, looked up and saw Yayu took eleven steps back.

Nanfeng Sanren didn't stop, didn't think about his own situation at all, and threw out the last palm with all his strength.

This palm can determine the universe.

"Master, let's go!" Suddenly a person flew forward and blocked the palm for Yayu, before he finished speaking, he was torn apart.

Without hesitation, Yayu hugged Shen Ziyi and flew away.

"It seems that we can't catch up." Nanfeng Sanren collapsed on the chair, as if extremely tired.

Shu Jifeng was a little worried: "Uncle Shi, how are you doing?"

Nanfeng Sanren said: "I still can't die, hurry up, go and see your elder brother."

Uncle Feng came to He Zhichuang according to his words, and seeing that He Zhichuang was on his deathbed, his eyes turned red: "Brother!"

He Zhichuang opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Shu Jifeng couldn't hear clearly, leaned down, and vaguely heard him say: "Tell her for me...I will never kill her, I love her..."

"Okay, I will definitely tell her!" Shu Jifeng understood, but the senior brother still couldn't let go of that girl, and nodded solemnly.

He Zhichuang smiled gratifiedly, and suddenly shook his head desperately: "No...don't bother her..."

Uncle nodded again: "Okay, I won't tell her. I will visit her every year and tell you about her condition."

He Zhichuang finally felt relieved, tilted his head, and walked away smiling in the white snow.

Nanfeng Sanren closed his eyes and did not speak, the color of mourning was clearly visible.

In this battle, Fengjiao suffered too much damage.

Uncle Jifeng was weeping, and pushed his uncle towards Zuo Qingyue.He was very scared, so scared that he almost lost his strength, afraid that Zuo Qingyue would leave him just like his elder brother.

36. Triumph

Zuo Qingyue was lying on the snow, in exactly the same posture as when Shu Jifeng left, and her face was always looking at Shu Jifeng's side. Huang Ping'an stood next to him holding a sickle to protect him.

The general situation of the Snow Country is gone, all the soldiers of Dahe swarmed up, Shu Jifeng walked towards Zuo Qingyue resolutely and unhurriedly amidst the turbulent flow of people.

"Zuo Qingyue, look, we have won." Shu Jifeng knelt down and held his cold hand, "It's all over, I'll carry you back."

Zuo Qingyue's whole body was icy cold, and her already pale skin was almost the color of snow.Uncle Jifeng smoothed out the hair sticking to his face for him, and he still didn't forget to thank Huang Ping'an.

"Don't thank me, I helped you because of Yunshan Fengjiao." Huang Ping'an clasped his fists, turned around and walked to the final battlefield, "Tell Zuo, if he can still live, the enmity between me and him will come to an end one day." Make it clear."

"it is good."

Nanfeng Sanren, who hadn't made a sound for a long time, looked at his little nephew who had lost his soul, slightly moved his eyelids, and then cursed: "He's not dead yet, what are you doing so sad? Don't worry, with your uncle and me Now, no one can claim his life!"

Uncle Jifeng was slapped in the face, stunned for a moment, looking helplessly at Nanfeng Sanren: "Master Uncle..."

"Give it to me, this guy, I hugged him when I was a child!" Nanfeng Sanren stretched out his arm, "Shu Xiaofeng, you can't value sex over friends! The snow is too thick, and I need your help with my wheelchair Just push."

Uncle looked at Zuo Qingyue in his arms, and at Nanfeng Sanren, a little numbly: "Uncle Shi..."

"Aren't you stupid? Are you only able to say these two words?" Nanfeng Sanren blew his beard and stared, "Give me the guy named Zuo, anyway, I don't feel my legs anymore. You, push me back!" "

Uncle Jifeng hesitated for a moment, but couldn't think of a better way, so he had to follow suit.

Zuo Qingyue had long hands and long legs, and she leaned on Nanfeng Sanren's lap in a funny posture. Uncle Jifeng pushed the wheelchair behind, and the three of them walked back against the direction of the final victory, pressing out on the snow. Two not deep and not shallow wheel marks.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Shu Jifeng finally saw the camp where they were stationed. Smoke was everywhere, and it seemed that the soldiers in the kitchen were preparing wine and meat for the soldiers who were about to return from victory.

"Uncle, we are finally here."

"Ah."

Uncle Jifeng felt something was wrong when he heard the voice, and looked down carefully, Nanfeng Sanren's hair seemed to be a little whiter.Uncle Jifeng was startled and said urgently, "Master Uncle!"

"What are you shouting for?" Nanfeng Sanren scolded.

Uncle's lips were trembling: "Stop quickly, Uncle Shi, stop..."

Nanfeng Sanren didn't move, and said with a light smile, "What do you have to feel guilty about? Of course I will save his son, it has nothing to do with you."

"Uncle, do you really know... Zuo Qingyue's father?"

"Why don't you know each other? A close friend."

But...Even so, the person who should give Zuo Qingyue a lifetime of internal energy is him!Uncle Jifeng begged: "Master Uncle, let me do this last step, let me do it, please, can you?"

"No!" Nanfeng Sanren had no strength left, but he still rejected Shu Jifeng's request as an elder, "With your little things, who can you save? Besides, I owe his father my life. Give it back to him, it should be."

Uncle Jifeng knew in his heart that there was nothing he could do to help.

After about a long, long time, until Shufeng's whole body was numb, suddenly a voice resounded softly in the silence:

"Uncle Boss..."

Uncle Jifeng trembled all over, and his soul returned to his place.

He didn't know when he returned to the tent, surrounded by masters and brothers, and Zuo Qingyue, who was about to become a snowman before, was looking at him with a smile.

Shu Jifeng blinked, tears rolled down.

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Nanfeng Sanren had grown old again, and was supported by Shu Jifeng's master to sit on the main seat.

Cen Lan squeezed out from the crowd, and saluted slightly: "Senior Nanfeng, junior, take the liberty, because before Dong