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Huo Qingyun deeply felt that Yu Qingcheng should have had a grudge against her in her previous life.

No, there is also hatred in this life.

After he was injured in Kunlun, after a few months, he finally got the permission to go to the front line of the battle in Tiance Mansion. After he withdrew from Taiyuan, where the fighting was raging, he came back to rest for a few days, and he learned about Yu Qingcheng from Yan Caiwei. A feat of talent.

Ye Zhanmei was surprised: "He didn't mean to single out the Spike Camp in Mawei Station?"

Huo Qingyun said: "Do you think he is such a person who cares about the country and the people? I guess he went to Kongkong Temple."

Ye Zhanmei and Yan Caiwei said at the same time: "Why?"

Huo Qingyun hesitated for a moment, then said calmly: "It's okay to tell you, we have recently learned that the matter of the imperial concubine's fake death has been leaked, and An Lushan may take action."

Ye Zhanmei: "The imperial concubine is not dead?"

Yan Caiwei: "What does this have to do with Qingcheng?"

Huo Qingyun glanced at Ye Zhanmei, turned her head to Yan Caiwei and said: "This... you don't know, there is a Shaolin disciple who has a very good relationship with him. He was one of the people who participated in the plan and knew the inside story. Now this happened If there is no mistake, he should return to the Kongkong Temple that day, or find an opportunity to wipe out all the Jianning Iron Guards in the sky."

Yan Caiwei wondered: "Is that so? He still has relations with Shaolin people?"

Huo Qingyun paused for a moment, then said: "Yeah, I'm also surprised about this."

When he was in Tangjiapu before, he once asked Yu Qingcheng privately what kind of relationship he had with that monk. Yu Qingcheng didn't answer and asked instead, what do you think?

Huo Qingyun thought for a while and asked, "Is he your creditor?"

Yu Qingcheng showed a strange expression: "Why do you think so?"

Huo Qingyun said: "I thought it was your friend before, but it doesn't seem like it. Your attitude towards him is always a bit...feeling of trepidation, so I guess it's because you borrowed a lot of money from him before?"

Yu Qingcheng was speechless for a moment, and said: "Am I sincere and fearful?" In front of Wu Xin, he was clearly trying his best to tease him all the time, but perhaps this was also to cover up the feeling in his heart like a monster bumping into a Buddha. flustered.

Whenever this happened, he couldn't help feeling a little admiration for Huo Qingyun. This person's eyes were indeed like knives.

But who would have thought that such sharp eyes could not see through him?Probably just like a doctor cannot heal himself, this is the reason.

Thinking about it, Yu Qingcheng couldn't help showing some smiles.

"Isn't it?" Huo Qingyun said, "Actually, in my opinion, that master has already achieved some success in cultivation, such a foreigner doesn't care much about money and other external things, and you don't have to be so cautious. "

Yu Qingcheng nodded with a smile, and admitted: "Yes, indeed, he is my creditor."

The first time Ye Zhanmei killed someone was outside Taiyuan City, in a camp whose name he could no longer remember.

That year, the flames of war reached Yanmen Pass, which was covered with snow all the year round.

The people are living in dire straits, the bones are hills, and this country seems to be turned upside down by others. The prosperous and prosperous world they were used to when they were young has suddenly become a scene of mourning. The wind carries the cries of women and children, and the rain is wrapped in the smell of soldiers' blood. .

And Huo Qingyun's time to stay in the mansion and take time to go to the West Lake is getting less and less day by day.

Ye Zhanmei heard Huo Qingyun say that the battle between the two armies in Taiyuan was in full swing, so he promised him to stay at home and not run around, and secretly brought his little follower, Qiancao, to Taiyuan.

Qian Cao is a child who knows a little bit of boxing. His parents were originally servants in the Hidden Sword Villa, but unfortunately they both passed away early. He usually runs errands for Ye Zhanmei and cleans the yard.

The relationship between master and servant has always been good, Ye Zhanmei thought to himself, after the war is over, he will find a school to send him to study. After all, Qian Cao looks much smarter than him, and maybe he can get a good reputation in the future.

The battle situation in Taiyuan was actually more tragic than they expected.

The two stayed in Xinghua Village for two days, helping to deal with some injured and sick villagers, and also helping the beggar gang disciples repel many enemy soldiers there.

On the third day, the beggar gang had basically controlled the situation in Xinghua Village, and the two continued to march north.On the way, Ye Zhanmei saw crabs in the river, so he rushed over to catch them excitedly, and told Qian Cao to find a flat place ahead to start a fire.

When he caught two bunches of crabs and tied them back with reeds, he couldn't find any trace of madder in the vicinity.

Ye Zhanmei searched aimlessly in Taiyuan for a full two days before finding Qiancao in that camp.

To be precise, it was Qiancao's half arm.

The hand that was exposed on the muddy floor was already ashes and showed some signs of ulceration, but it still kept struggling.

When Niu Tingjie heard the turmoil outside the tent, he was anxiously thinking about how to deal with the troubles brought to him by the allied forces, so he immediately walked out to see who was about to bump into the muzzle of the gun.

As soon as he got out of the tent, he saw his military adviser being dragged over by the collar.

"Hey." When Niu Tingjie looked at the person, he was so angry, "My boy, you are, you are from the Jianghu coalition, right? How dare you come to my place!"

The surrounding soldiers had already gathered around with weapons, but for some reason, each of them showed a little fear on their faces, and no one stepped forward to make a move.

Ye Zhan raised his eyebrows, glanced at him lightly, and asked, "You killed Qian Cao?"

Niu Tingjie frowned and said, "What did you say?"

The military adviser trembled and said, "That's, that kid I caught on the road two days ago..."

Niu Tingjie thought for a long time before saying: "Oh, you said you were caught by us and you beat and kicked that child... What's wrong?"

Ye Zhan asked coldly, "Who else?"

The military commander was shaking his teeth, and he barely stretched out his hand to point to a few people in the crowd: "He, they are going to carry out the order."

Ye Zhanmei let go, and the military division fell to the ground.

From the very beginning, Niu Tingjie felt the murderous intent of the man in front of him, but anyway, he was in his own camp surrounded by so many soldiers, so he looked at him confidently, but at this moment, he suddenly felt the surrounding The man's killing intent soared several times, making him shiver involuntarily!

"You..." Niu Tingjie felt a little guilty.

Ye Zhanmei threw the epee in his hand hard, and the blade was deeply embedded in the ground. The force shocked everyone around him to take half a step back.Then, he pulled out the light sword at his waist in a flash, and the three-foot cold light buzzed, and the breathtaking light was reflected in Niu Tingjie's eyes, flickering.The light sword twirled in his hand, creating a gust of wind, and returned to the scabbard.

"I am, Cangjian Villa, Ye Zhanmei." Niu Tingjie heard him say each word, "Today's account is all on my head."

After all, he picked up the epee, flew up, and rushed straight at himself. Niu Tingjie was almost blinded by the oncoming gust of wind!

"Crane—return—solitary—mountain!"

On this day, Huo Qingyun always felt uneasy. Although she had always been like this since she came to Taiyuan, this time it seemed to be a little different.

"Qingyun, where are you going?" On the way out of the city, he bumped into Master.

Huo Qingyun said: "Go for a walk."

The master nodded and said, "Come back early."

Over the years, Master's trust in himself is obvious to all.When he made some decisions that seemed extremely dangerous to others, and adopted some strategies that seemed to have little chance of winning, no matter how many people opposed him, Master always supported him.

He remembered that the grandson of their patriarch once came to Tiance Mansion to be with him for a while, and when he left, he privately told his master, your direct disciple really resembles my grandfather.

Later, the master secretly told him this, and he was very flattered.

The patriarch Li Jing, the founding hero and one of the founders of the Li Tang royal family, who dares to say that he can compare with this senior who is like a god in soldiers?

The master said that he felt the same way.

Perhaps it was because of this that he acquiesced in his tactical adventures too many times. Even though Huo Qingyun himself was not sure of many times, he always tried again and again under his gentle tolerance.

Miraculously, he always succeeds.

Perhaps in the dark, there is really a gods blessing, and the soul of the God of War is by his side.Master once said that winning or losing a war does not depend largely on the decisions of "people".

Do your best, listen to the destiny, that's all.

If the patriarch Li Jingquan knew, would he be able to tell him whether everything he did was right or wrong in this battle?He thought he might not be able to.Sometimes, he really felt that everyone was just a plaything being manipulated by a pair of huge hands, and he was just one of the luckier ones.

Huo Qingyun was restless, so he let Chuanyue walk casually. After crossing the Fen River and turning the corner, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure in the distance on the road ahead.

This figure, he would never admit his mistake at any time.

Huo Qingyun was startled inwardly, and immediately pulled back her thoughts of wandering in the sky, her body straightened up slightly, Chuanyue didn't wait for him to urge her, she quickened her pace and ran towards that person.

Ye Zhanmei looked at the calm surface of the Fen River in a daze. His luxurious clothes were covered with splashed blood, and the side face was also covered with such bright red marks, which were still flowing down the arc of his cheeks.Hearing the sound of the horse's hooves, he turned around and hurriedly raised his sleeves to wipe his face.

Strangely, he, who was covered in blood, didn't give people a terrible oppression, or a similar sense of uneasiness.The aura on his body almost makes one feel that those traces must not be human blood, but stains like muddy water—even though Huo Qingyun can tell what those are at a glance, and can even imagine when the blood splashed, The way those people fell down.

Huo Qingyun pulled the rein of the horse and stopped in front of him.

For a long time, neither of them spoke, just staring at each other in silence.

Ye Zhanmei looked at him, and suddenly, a slightly shy smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Do you know how to get into the city? I seem to be lost."

Huo Qingyun stretched out a hand.

Ye Zhan pursed his eyebrows, grabbed the hand, and jumped onto his horse.

"Are you injured?" Huo Qingyun asked lightly.

Ye Zhan shook his head.Huo Qingyun turned the horse's head and walked slowly in the same direction.

Ye Zhanmei turned sideways slightly, observed his expression, and said weakly, "I'm sorry."

Huo Qingyun lowered her head, took a deep look at him, and said, "Who came with you?"

Ye Zhanmei shook his body.

Huo Qingyun said: "You understand now?"

"You..." Ye Zhan paused, and said, "Can you..."

"Datang always needs someone to guard it." Huo Qingyun said expressionlessly.

Ye Zhanmei remained silent.

Huo Qingyun thought for a while, and then said: "Where's his body? Do you need our help to send it back?"

"Already..." Ye Zhanmei choked up halfway through speaking, his fingers tightly clutching his sleeve.

Huo Qingyun sighed, stretched out her arms and pressed his head to her chest.

Outside Taiyuan City, in the Fen River Valley, the setting sun is like blood.

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