MTL - Jun Jiuling-Chapter 792 Later in the future

In the winter night, the whole earth is covered with a layer of white light.

This is the heavy snow a few days ago.

Against the backdrop of the white earth, the stars in the night sky are brighter and clearer.

It seems that one can pick one up.

A hand raised high, a void grip.

The hand was played back to the front, released, and there was no star, and only a group of white air floated.

This is the hot air exhaled between the nose and mouth. When it is cold, it turns into white fog. The white mist rises and condenses on the eyebrows and beards. The starlight mountains are broken and bright.

"This starry sky is so beautiful."

The hoarse voice said, the outstretched hand was resting behind the head, and the snow was making a creaking sound underneath.

Under the starlight, this person is wearing a white skin, and the whole person is lying in the snow and blending with the earth. If it is not the bright eyes like stars, it will not be detected for a while.

"Yes."

There was a voice around him, and the snow was undulating, showing a figure of seven hundred and eighty-eight.

“It’s rare to see such a starry sky.”

"The original stars are so beautiful."

"At this time, I will be a poem."

"You are kinky."

"If there is wine, it will be fine."

"A second piece of barbecue."

The laughter sounded loudly, letting this frozen cold night become a little bit fresh, just like the spring snow, and watching the winter night to enjoy the starry sky is not an elegant thing.

The hand of the right hand was raised again, accompanied by this action, the voice screamed, and the world was instantly dead.

This silence suddenly sounded a burst of sound, as if it appeared out of thin air, instantaneously close.

The horseshoes raised snow and exposed the animal skin wrapped around them.

It was this animal skin that erased the sound of the horseshoe until it was noticed.

This is a line of more than a dozen soldiers and horses, under the starlight armored helmet, behind the knife and sword, the bow and the bow flashed with cold light, even though the speed of the snowy horses did not weaken at all, the middle of the horse screamed from the ground. A straight long knife cut off the horse's front hoof.

The horse hummed and fell, and the people on it tumbling down, not waiting for the man to get up, a long knife had already smashed his head in two places.

The blood spewed out and the red was instantly reddened.

The whole team became confused, because the people on the snow leaped and slashed to the cavalry.

The shouting of the Hu language, the painful embarrassment, the roar of the horse, the original cold land became noisy, but the noise was flying with flesh and blood.

A long gun pierced a cavalry and pulled the whole person from the horse. The long gun was opened with the cavalry. The attacking man had instantly picked up a wide knife that fell and slammed into the back. The sickle hit.

But in the end, because the foot was slightly slippery, he was cut in the neck by a flying axe pulled out by a cavalry on the other side. He shouted and screamed at the ground, his blood was red and the ground and his white robe, again with the earth. Melt into one.

The battle was cruel and short-lived. Everything seemed to happen in an instant, and it ended in tragic moments. The horse was either killed or fled. As a long knife stabbed the wounded's chest without hesitation, the mourning disappeared instantly. The heavens and the earth have returned to silence again.

Starlight is still the same, but the ground is no longer the previous white, but there are **** bodies everywhere.

There are also gold soldiers, but also men in white robes.

The bearded man kneels in front of a white robe man and reaches out to his still squinting eyes.

"Boss."

A sound of reminder sounded behind him.

The bearded man turned back.

“Is it more and more sentimental now?” he asked.

The men behind him didn't pay attention to him, or they pulled off the weapons and robes on the corpses of the Golden Brigade, or sipped on the dead horses to drink blood.

"Boss, hurry up, drink a few mouths away." Someone said vaguely.

The bearded man shook his head.

"The meaning of life is not just about eating and drinking." He said, with a knife in his hand, he cut a piece of horse meat, and **** stuffed into his robes. "There are poems and distances."

He said that Shantou thought about it.

"She should say this, it has been too long, I have to forget."

The other men have got up and wiped the blood of the corner of the mouth casually.

"Boss, are you sentimental and don't say, you are more than before," said a man.

"Do you mean what I said?" The bearded man said dissatisfiedly, "How can I say this? We are getting more and more north, and we can’t even see the individual hair. It’s easy to see, but also a bite. Hu language, I am afraid that I will not say what we have said for a long time."

The men laughed.

"Boss, you are really farsighted," they said.

The bearded man has a smile in his eyes and a smug face.

"That is," he said, and said, "I have a good meal tonight, and we will go."

A group of people did not stop, rushing north in the snow under the stars, and the slow figure disappeared into the ground and disappeared.

When the sun shines on the earth, it is noisy again because more horses are coming.

Their dark helmets, bright red smashed scorpions, and their bodies are similar to the mercury-like armor of the snow. Each face is full of arrogance and full of arrogance. It is the most elite cavalry of the imperial city.

Seeing these scattered dead bodies with snow, they roared in anger.

"It’s these chopping people."

"How come they get it!"

“Is our warrior so waste?”

"Adults, they don't have many people, and the snow is over the mountains. They don't even have fire scorpions, they will die."

"It’s too cheap to die, they have to die in our hands, peeling and bones, and avenging the emperor."

"The warriors, kill a chopping person, seal the official and add the title."

With this shout, the Jinbings roared forward and went snow on the ground.

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Everything seems to be covered with snow between the heavens and the earth. Even the mountains and trees are no exception. The whole world is like ice.

But in this frozen, a white lotus blooms, as if it is a lake.

But in fact, this is a steep cliff.

One hand reached over and took the snow lotus.

Against the backdrop of snow lotus, the hand became more and more red and swollen, and the frostbite on it was so wide that it was unbearable.

This action of picking snow lotus is very difficult for this frostbite hand, not to mention the snow covered stone with your hand.

The man was attached to a smooth cliff, his body was tight and his expression was relaxed. He slowly sniffed the snow lotus under the nose and mouth, and the more sly look appeared a little bit pleasant.

"It's so sweet," he said.

After saying this, the whole person slammed down, as if he could no longer support the fall, but in fact he cleverly climbed on the cliff and finally slipped safely to the bottom of the cliff.

"Look," he said, holding the snow lotus and shouting at the five men sitting around. "Pretty."

The five men looked over, and although they looked at each other, their lips were cracked, but they all smiled.

"Boss, how are you interested in flowers again, you should not really become a little girl?" They laughed.

"What do you know, this is a medicinal material." The bearded man said, put the snow lotus carefully into the carry-on belt. "There is a guy who needs this. When he goes back and gives it to her, the debt owed by Laozi can I paid off."

What other people owe debts, others did not care, just heard the words back, flashed a glimpse of the eyes.

Also, can you go back?

Although they are all holding a mortal heart, they still want to go back.

A few people looked at the bearded man and watched him carefully and happily examining the leather pockets of Xuelian. In fact, there was no need to pick the flowers of the cliff. The empty wasted physical strength, but because of the snow lotus. Remember the people who miss, but can bring spiritual comfort.

Always thinking about it, it is like this person is around.

Their smiles became a bit sour, but the next moment looked dignified.

"The golden thief is chasing it." They said that people also jumped from the ground.

There is no knife axe in the hand, only the broken branches are polished into wooden sticks.

But their expressions are not in the slightest fear, it seems that the hands are holding excellent weapons.

"Then I will pull a few more backs." The bearded man said with a little bit of idleness, and acted with his hands and feet, making a squeaky voice. "Work it."

With his words, the five men hide behind the rocks.

The bearded man was alone in the spot, his expression flashed a trace of sorrow, looked down at the leather pocket in his waist.

"It's a pity that you are a woman who is not blessed, you can't get such a good thing." He whispered, and looked up at the next moment and recovered his long stick, waiting for the long-handed stick in the hand, waiting for the cavalry of the Yamaguchi. .

The sound outside is getting louder and louder, but there are no soldiers and horses rushing in, which makes the people waiting for the ambush on the scene somewhat puzzled.

"Do you not intend to fight again, just waiting to sleep us?" said a man.

“Do these grandchildren are so timid?” said another frown.

The bearded man listened to his ears and his expression changed.

"No, it seems, there is a Zhou language," he said.

However, it is not surprising that there are Zhouyu. These Jinbing have also tempted them with Zhouyu.

"No, this time, it is true, and a lot of people." The bearded man said that his voice was slightly trembling.

This trembling is not because of fear, but because of some guesswork.

Some impossible guesses.

Others also look complicated and seem to want to be excited but afraid that this excitement ruined the mind.

They never give hope to themselves, because once they have hope and hope is shattered, they will completely lose their will and will not be saved.

They kept their guards hidden behind the stones until they slammed into the ear, and then they swayed.

"My day, this is not the Qingshan army...." the bearded man shouted.

But as soon as he jumped up, he heard the top of his head creaking, and then the snow was mixed with the rocks.

Others hiding behind the rocks have not had time to move, and the falling snow instantly buried these people.

The valley plunged into silence.

Outside the valley, the sound of snoring is louder. I don't know how long it took, and everything is calm. The sound of the hooves is far and near, and a little bit of film fills the valley.

"Nobody." There was a male voice saying, with a bit of surprise, "Don't you have to die?"

But in the next moment, one hand jerked out from under the snow, followed by a head with a snow drill.

"I go!"

The hoarse and angry voice overshadowed the hooves and rang through the valley.

"We didn't die in the hands of the gold man, and it was crushed to death by heavy snow. This is really a big joke!"

And with his movements, some other places were earned, screaming at the snow, but their expressions were full of incredulous ecstasy.

However, the former bearded man still looked angry at the people around him.

"I said who of you? How is it so stupid?"

He looked up, opened the snow on his face, and saw the nearby man, and his voice stopped.

The man in front of him was scattered and a woman appeared in sight.

She was not wearing armor, but wrapped in a thick red cloak, and the white fluffy hat almost covered her little face.

She is also looking at the half-manded bearded man who is still buried in the snow. She looks very seriously, sweeping his head and face one inch and one inch, and then his brows are slightly wrinkled.

"Zhu Xi," she said. "How did you become so ugly?"

Zhu Xi was furious and suddenly jumped out of the snow.

"You have a woman's eye," he shouted. "Where is there a better person in the world than I am."

He jumped out, reached for the snow on his body, and wiped his face indiscriminately.

"Come here, you have a good look, I am like Yushu...."

His words were not finished, Miss Jun had jumped over the horse and opened her hand and hugged his neck.

Her movements were so sudden that Zhu Xi was thrown down by a slap.

"Hey, don't think you are like this, just say it," he shouted. "Let's get up and see, where am I ugly?"

Even though the words were said, they did not push the people in front of them, but hugged them.

"You have a good look," he said again.

Miss Jun clung to his neck and nodded heavily on his shoulder.

"I have a good look," she said.

Zhu Xi didn't talk any more, just hugged her tightly. I don't know if it was because the body was frozen or unskilled, and the movement was still somewhat stiff.

He should have practiced several times in the first place, he thought.

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The valley became more beautiful when the spring blossoms, but the atmosphere was a bit nervous.

A group of men looked sad and worried about the girl in front of them.

The girl was being taken to a tomb by a woman.

The girl seemed to be scared and stood there motionless.

"Khan Qing." Xiao Yuzi caressed her shoulder and put the voice softly. "Your father's business, I let nine ages stare at you, you..."

Zhao Hanqing raised his hand and held Xiao Xunzi’s hand.

"Mother, I want to stay here alone for a while."

Xiao Yuzi looked a little hesitant, but nodded and agreed.

She turned and waved her hand to signal everyone to leave.

"Da, do you do this?" Xia Yong said in a low voice, "Niu Niu is waiting for the big brother along the way, and the result..."

Xiao Yuzi sighed.

"I believe she can understand," she said.

Suddenly, Xia Zizi whispered.

"Oh, Niu Niu took the knife," she said.

This shocked everyone, and everyone stopped to look at the past, and I saw Zhao Hanqing raised a long knife in front of the tomb.

Everyone has not reacted yet, and she saw that she waved a long knife and danced a knife.

Everyone squatted, this...it doesn't seem to hurt himself, but...

Zhao Hanqing quickly picked up the long knife and picked up the bow from the side. The ten arrows that did not say a word were even launched on the big trunk not far away.

This is not over yet. Under the gaze of everyone, she took turns showing the rifle and the sickle.

"It turned out that she wanted to show her how powerful she was." Xiao Yuzi had tears in his eyes.

Everyone was relieved, and Zhao Hanqing in front of the tomb also vomited, throwing the shield and the rifle aside, squatting down in front of the tomb and looking at the word Zhao Zhiyi on the tombstone.

"Hey, hey, you saw it, I didn't lose your face?" she said, raising her eyebrows with a bit of interest, and there was a bit of sadness. "I am powerful enough? Is there a blue out of blue? ?"

The words on the tombstone couldn't answer her. She watched quietly for a moment, and took out three incense-like things from her arms.

"This is the nine-year-old sister who told me to give you." She looked at the things in her hand and lit it with a fire.

A smoke came out and the fragrance spread.

Zhao Hanqing looked at the three short fragrances in his hand, and she was obviously curious.

"The nine-year-old sister said that this is what smoke has been mentioned in your handwriting," she said. "She said that you didn't write too much detail. She tried to do it. I don't know if it is right."

The more she smelled, the more curious she was. She simply tried to put it on her lips and sucked it hard. She suddenly coughed and squatted on the floor, and spit out her tongue and tears.

“It’s terrible,” she said. “No wonder you said you can die if you take another breath.”

She said that she put these three short incenses in front of the tomb and watched quietly for a moment.

"Hey, you are very powerful, but the nine-year-old sister is more powerful than you," she said suddenly.

Speaking of this sentence seems to be afraid of jumping forward and jumping back.

In her eyes, she was a little proud, slowly stepping back step by step, and finally turned to smile and ran to Xiao Yuzi.

Behind her, the three short scent of the tombstone braved the smoke and danced with the wind.

(End of the article)