Lin'an.

The sunset falls.

Ling Pengyue sat in the library, with anxiety revealing between his eyebrows, as if waiting for something.

"Pengyue." A call came from the door, which was exactly the sound Ling Pengyue was waiting for. He quickly turned his head and looked at Mo Lian standing at the door, "How is it?"

"I have read all the books in the entire library." Mo Lian hesitated for a moment, and said, "There is only that possibility."

"Is there no other possibility?" Ling Pengyue stood up from his seat.

"The inner strength of the blue field is warmer, and the black hair turns white. The only martial arts he has practiced is indeed that." Mo Lian said solemnly.

Ling Pengyue was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sat back on his original position.

"Actually, you should know more than me. Luoyang Tianji Pavilion has much more books than here, so you can't not know." Mo Lian walked forward and patted Ling Pengyue on the shoulder.

"What exactly made him choose this path." Ling Pengyue finally accepted this fact and stood up and looked at the sunset outside the window.

"There will be a solution." Mo Lian comforted.

Ling Pengyue nodded, then remembered something, turned around and looked at Mo Lian, "By the way, do you know where Yan Yuanjie is?"

"I used to pay mercy to the people and victims in the eastern city, organize and rectify the order that was rebuilt after the war, and were ordered to capture the vassal kings who rebelled. Now everything is ready, and I am rushing back to the imperial capital day and night." Mo Lian said after thinking for a while.

"Can your mechanical bird see where he is?" Ling Pengyue asked.

"I am still on the way to the marching and have arrived in Huiyan Mountain." Mo Lian said in a deep voice.

"It's only a hundred miles away from Luoyang when I return to Yanshan." Ling Pengyue thought for a while and sneered, "This kid doesn't take a detour to Lin'an to see me. It's really heartless! I've been understanding the battle situation over the past two years!"

"I guess he has something urgent to do, so he will hurry back to Luoyang." Mo Lian smiled, "Although he has the cold blood of a general, he has a lot of feelings."

Ling Pengyue agreed, and then suddenly said seriously: "I want to compile a book for him, and then I will use your Mohist pigeon to help me deliver it. Except for him, no one in Luoyang City can see this letter."

Mo Lian smiled, "Okay, my prince."

Back at Yanshan, a large group of people were walking on a steep mountain road. The leader was Yan Yuanjie wearing silver armor and holding a spear. He skillfully leaped over the pits and barriers as if walking on flat ground. But the soldiers behind him were not so relaxed, and could only walk very slowly to ensure that he would not be tripped.

A fellow general rode his horse to Yan Yuanjie, "The mountain road is difficult to walk, and some brothers' legs are swollen."

Yan Yuanjie replied: "What do you think?"

"Camp on the spot, rectify for five hours, and wait until dawn comes to rush through the morning light." The general said without hesitation, as if he had already thought of it.

"Okay." Yan Yuanjielema, "Then let's camp in the ground."

"Camp on the spot!" the general said loudly.

As soon as this said, the soldiers cheered and started to work hard. The general nodded at Yan Yuanjie and was about to turn around and leave, Yan Yuanjie called him, "General Wang."

General Wang turned around in confusion and raised his hand to take over the military order that Yan Yuanjie threw towards him.

"I hope you can take them back to Luoyang as soon as possible." Yan Yuanjie looked at the soldiers and said, "They are all those who survived on the battlefield, so they should go home as soon as possible."

"Are you trying?" General Wang seemed to notice something and asked hurriedly.

"I'll take a step first." Yan Yuanjie shook the reins and the war horses neighed. Then the horse's hooves stomped across the mountain road, crossed the dusk sky, and alarmed the birds in the mountains. Even the soldiers who were camping trembled in their hearts.

"Do you want to go back as soon as possible to ask for me?" General Wang sneered and held the military order in his hand tightly.

In a blink of an eye, Yan Yuanjie had already run three miles away.

He looked up at the distance, his eyes burning, as if the Luoyang City was already in front of him.

"This matter is not difficult to delay." Yan Yuanjie shouted, ran forward, and rolled up a bunch of dust.

The young man held his sword and stood in the vast sand.

But he was not in an endless desert, but an island.

The island with only a small inch was constantly soaking the sand and soil, surrounding him.

Soon, there was little left to leave for him to stand. The tide was nowhere near his shoes. As long as he had a moment of time, he could swallow him up.

The boy wanted to escape from here, but when he just started to use his lightness point to the water, the tides were like clingy snakes, wrapping them up on his legs, and they couldn't break free.

"I'm not!" The young man drew his sword and cut off the tides, and suddenly his eyes turned red. He went to Junshan to snow with grievances to live up to his master's kindness, but after the incident, he was criticized. This was not what he wanted to see.

But at this moment, a ray of peach blossoms formed on the ground with only a little more than an inch.

Soon, thousands of flowers bloomed, and they were chuckling.

There is no longer the sadness that comes like a tide in the air, only a melodious and harmonious rhythm. This rhythm brings the spring breeze, causing all the tides to fade away, and the peach blossoms also rise with the wind, fluttering around him, suddenly rise and fall, and then rise again, which is a peerless one.

The boy closed his eyes and sniffed the fragrance of flowers.

But in a moment, he opened his eyes again.

In front of me, it was not the stunning scene just now, but the dilapidated wall. The Buddha statue with an arm stood there, with a kind eyebrows and eyes, as if looking at all living beings with compassion. It must be an abandoned temple in a barren mountain.

The moonlight is hazy, but someone plays the flute in the moonlit night like water.

Luo Feiyu stood up with his head covered and walked out of the abandoned temple. However, a woman in white sat on a big stone more than ten steps away from the temple gate, facing her back to him. The moonlight shone on her white clothes, radiating a soft and fluorescent brilliance. She stood beside her in a daze, quietly eating the weeds on the ground.

I am confused and disliked, but I am eating grass leisurely beside me.

Luo Feiyu already had an answer in his heart about who this person was, but he didn't know where to start. He stood silently and listened to the woman's flute sound.

The song is over.

The woman put down the jade flute, but did not turn around, and Luo Feiyu did not step forward, and the two of them froze for a long time.

In the end, the woman broke the silence, "In fact, we should have met a long time ago."

"It's all my fault, I blame me for falling asleep." Luo Feiyu scratched his head and laughed: "I always feel that our meeting is still in a dream."

"You have suffered over the years." The woman in white did not directly expose the fact that Luo Feiyu fainted because she could not suppress her murderous intention. Instead, she put away the jade flute and turned around to smile at him, gently and gentle.
Chapter completed!