The sky is covered with haze in the early morning.

The city of Shengjing was darker.

A torch lit up on the northern city wall, reflecting the red streets with black silk floating around. The sad atmosphere of parting made everyone much more difficult to breathe.

Hundreds of academy students stepped onto a tall horse and prepared to leave Shengjing and set foot on the front line with the advice of their relatives and friends.

Zhang Xiaodao walked in the crowd, found Ling Boyan, and then punched him hard: "When you arrive at the Yizhou border army, mention my name, and you will not be bullied."

Ling Boyan smiled a little shyly, and said without the boldness he had when he was drinking yesterday: "Okay."

Before he finished speaking, a fiery red horse appeared in front of him. Chen Qingzhu rode a horse, wearing a red dress, and was indescribable heroic. Zhang Xiaodao joked: "Miss Chen, the tofu in Qingzhou is sweet, I wonder if it can match the taste of the lady."

Chen Qingzhu gave Zhang Xiaodao a fierce look and said, "We are all out, you stayed in Shengjing, you are so timid."

Zhang Xiaodao spread his hands helplessly and said, "Listen to the arrangements, listen to the arrangements."

Then he raised his eyes and said, "Well, we were drinking very sad yesterday. Once I calculated, it turned out that you and Ling Boyan would leave, and no one else would leave."

Zhu Xiaofei, who ran into the crowd, gasped and handed Chen Qingzhu and Ling Boyan a paper package each and said, "I didn't eat it in the morning, there are big stuffed buns in the corner of the East Alley, three people, so I can't afford it."

The two people who were about to go to the battle smiled slightly, but without hesitation, opened the kraft paper, took out the white-skinned buns, and started to chew hard.

However, for a long time, the gentlemen from the academy arranged for everyone to set off.

Yichuan, Mu Zhuwu, and Li Yuemei also arrived here. Zhang Xiaodao and the other two went up the city wall together. Watching the horses walking to the huge sculpture of the barefoot monk, stopping, feeling complicated, but still waved their right hand.

After worshiping the barefoot monk, hundreds of iron cavalry were in a straight line in the city under the northern city wall, but the relatives on the city wall shouted: "The head is still there!"

The students who were connected to the front line on the plain turned red with their faces, and used all their strength to shout back: "When I can pick it up!"

For a moment, Zhang Xiaodao seemed to feel that he had returned to the moment when the barefoot monk fought to the decisive battle. His blood was boiling and he could not help himself.

A huge shout echoed above the sky, and a maroon-red horse on the plain turned around first. He ran out with the lead.

Ling Boyan and many students followed closely, and a dawn ray of light shone in the sky at the right time. They ran towards the sky and towards the battlefield!

Zhang Xiaodao pursed his lips, which was exactly the same as many relatives and friends of many students. At this time, Li Yuemei cried out and couldn't help but pat her on the shoulder and said, "Don't you know how to cry?"

Li Yuemei pursed her lips and said with a grievance: "I forgot to buy some beef jerky to bring to them."

Zhang Xiaodao whispered: "If you have a chance in the future."

Li Yue nodded heavily. For the first time in her life, she felt that she had grown up a little, and she finally had some other things to move her except for eating, such as friendship!

Yichuan was from the Western Regions, and Mu Zhuwu was from the Great Wilderness. Their mood at this time was definitely more complicated than Zhang Xiaodao's.

Zhang Xiaodao found out that this was complicated, put his left and right arms on their shoulders and said, "The academy will not kill people to silence you, how can you two not cry?"

Zhu Xiaofei, who was standing beside him, stood up and raised his hand and pointed to the distance.

On the other end of the world, hundreds of horses descended against the dawn. The vivid shadows were extremely long. Their figures were youthful and the horses under their crotch were as fast as they were chasing the sun.

The five people sighed together: "It's so beautiful."

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The academy was deserted and the building was empty, and many of the academy teachers also began to pack their luggage because they had no students to teach, because they also wanted to go to the battlefield.

Except for the fact that the back mountain sinks and remains unchanged, it seems that the world has undergone drastic changes.

This was Wang Luohan's second time walking onto the back mountain. Under the guidance of his senior brother, he soon saw Li Zizhi and his master's wife Han Shuang'er.

Without greetings, Li Zizhi threw the cavalry in the shape of a wooden hammer to Wang Luohan.

Wang Luohan picked up and locked her eyebrows and looked carefully.

Han Shuang'er took Wang Luohan's hand and walked into the simple thatched hut. After Wang Luohan sat down, he still maintained a contemplative face, and the gentleman began to make tea.

After a while, Wang Luohan raised her head and the boiling water sitting on the stove was already steaming.

None of the three of them paid attention to the boiling water. Wang Luohan whispered: "I have never seen it before, it seems that it is no different from Fantie."

Li Zizhi and Han Shuang'er were silent. Wang Luohan pinched the temple with his left hand. While thinking hard, he seemed to have caught some clue, but said, "Can you hand this thing over to me?"

Han Shuang'er brows slightly raised.

This thing is the only clue left after the shocking war. How could the barefoot monk easily be handed over to others because it became a sculpture?

This is not because of the teacher's wife Han Shuang'er's stinginess, but because it is about whether the barefoot monk can wake up, and it is about the future prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Li Zizhi said at this time: "Natural."

Han Shuang'er looked at her husband incredibly and didn't know how to speak. Although Wang Luohan was Xiaodao's wife, she was from the Shenmen after all, not from the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

"Sir, generous." Wang Luohan exclaimed.

Li Zi knew: "What a generous thing? I have been watching this thing for three days and there is no clue."

Wang Luohan fell silent. Li Zizhi filled a cup of tea and handed it to Wang Luohan and said softly: "Do you want your mother-in-law to see it?"

"Yes." Wang Luohan nodded heavily.

Li Zizhi sighed: "Maybe only she can see clearly."

Wang Luohan lightly opened his red lips and took a sip of tea, saying, "When the master left, he had already taken a step forward to being a god, and he was already at the peak of the world."

"so?"

"So there is no foreign object in this world that can hurt him."

"unless?"

Wang Luohan replied affirmatively: "No, even if the person holding this thing is the head of the Western Regions Holy See, there should not be such great power."

Li Zizhi spoke, "Unless this thing is made by the Divine Sect."

Wang Luohan stared at Li Zi and knew: "This is impossible."

Li Zizhi stood up and walked to Wang Luohan and said, "Apart from that, I can't find any reason."

Wang Luohan fell silent, and after a while, he raised his bright eyes and said, "Do you believe me?"

"I believe in you." Li Zizhi replied affirmatively: "But it does not mean that other people who believe in the God Gate."

In the simple room, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely depressed.

Wang Luohan shook his head and said, "Impossible."

Li Zizhi shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm not forcing you to believe anything, I'm just giving you a reminder and have a meal."

When Wang Luohan saw Han Shuang'er coming to her and pulled her hand. She reluctantly smiled and followed the master's wife to the kitchen, but she was a little absent-minded.

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Farewell to the students who have gone far away, and the feeling of loss fills my heart.

The students' relatives and friends seemed reluctant to leave for a long time, and Zhang Xiaodao pulled a few people down the north city wall.

A huge black carriage stopped here at some point, and the senior brother walked down and sighed: "I'm very busy today."

The three of them were loaded away by the black carriage, including Zhang Xiaodao, Yichuan, and Mu Zhuwu. Li Yuemei and Zhu Xiaofei didn't know where to find a delicious breakfast.

The carriage rushed all the way and headed straight to the back mountain of the academy.

Yichuan and Mu Zhuwu were a little nervous. When they came to the picturesque back mountain with the pace of their senior brother, their tension was relieved.

A man with a strange appearance squatted outside the hut. Although his posture was indecent, he was really handsome and harmed the country and the people. He had a sense of vicissitudes.

He was a lustful friend of the pottery. After seeing the three of them, he said, "Hurry up, I have something to say."

If he was not Tao Dayou, his expression and words at this time were like an old farmer squatting on the ground, and probably what he said might only be the gossip of the village.

But he was Tao Dayou, one of the six kings, so what he wanted to say was naturally related to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Yichuan and Mu Zhuwu's emotions that had just soothed became tense again. After walking into the not-so-spacious hut, they saw Mr. Li Zizhi's tension made their limbs stiff.

The space in the hut was not big, and the three of them suddenly seemed a little crowded as soon as they came in, and there was not even a place to sit.

Wang Luohan and his master's wife Han Shuang'er were sitting on the bed. Mr. Li Zizhi was drinking tea. Tao Dayou walked in and sat beside him and picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

At this time, the master's wife walked down and came to Yichuan and said, "Are you from the Western Region Sword Pond?"

Yichuan nodded, so nervous that he didn't even dare to look at Han Shuang'er's face.

Han Shuang'er said, "You are going back to the head of Jianchi and you are going to move."

Yichuan raised his eyes and looked at Han Shuang'er, who was still charming, and suddenly felt familiar.

Han Shuang'er didn't want to talk too much nonsense. She picked up the long sword hanging on the simple wall. The long sword was a little close to the stove, and the scabbard was a little blackened, looking like a piece of ragged iron.

Han Shuang'er handed the sword to Yichuan. When Yichuan saw that Jian didn't understand Han Shuang'er's identity, he knelt down "thump" and shouted: "Yichuan, the 64th generation disciple of the Sword Pool, pay homage to the sword girl."

Han Shuang'er felt a little strange, and the people in the room felt even more strange. She quickly helped Yichuan up and said, "This room is too crowded, let's go out for a walk."

Yichuan's face turned red, but he held the black sword with his hands high. Following Han Shuang'er's footsteps, he walked out of the hut, feeling a little at a loss.

When Mu Zhuwu saw Yichuan's experience, he thought to himself who this woman was. He told Yichuan's sect to move in one sentence. Where did he move to? Naturally, he moved to the prosperous Tang Dynasty! He couldn't help but be shocked to the extreme.

Just as he was thinking about it, Li Zizhi said, "Zhuwu, do you know that your tribe is actually a branch of Qiyun Tribe?"

"Qi Yun?" Mu Zhuwu was a little at a loss.

Zhang Xiaodao's eyes lit up and said, "My sister?"

Mr. Li Zizhi nodded and said, "You go to Yizhou, Jiyiguan to find a woman named Yang Qing. Of course, you have the right to choose. If you don't stay in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, if you go to the battlefield in the future, remember to use the blade to tell your classmates how strong you are."

It was originally completely in vague. Mu Zhuwu immediately woke up when he heard this sentence, knelt down and blew three loud noises, and turned around and left.

Zhang Xiaodao sat down with a complicated expression, but the sexy friend of Tao said, "Xiaodao, are you interested in going to the Western Regions to play?"
Chapter completed!