The flames danced wildly on the silver mask and in the black eyes, like lightning in the summer rain.
It was winter and snowflakes were falling. It was not Chang 'an where the Qi of Heaven and Earth was restless, so there was no lightning. It was real flames.
The snow-covered fields and the beautiful and quiet village by the state highway should have been a beautiful picture. But after being burned by the fierce flames, it suddenly became a black and desolate wasteland.
Prince Long Qing looked at the scene in front of him quietly with an indifferent expression. There was no excitement on his face. Only his hand that was tightly holding the reins revealed some of his real emotions at this time.
After leading the Eastern Wilderness Cavalry into the Tang territory, he only ordered his subordinates to set two fires. One was in the distant Eastern Border, and the other was in the village at this time.
He led 2,000 of his most elite cavalry subordinates to attack Chang 'an at all costs. Neither the Tang Volunteer Army nor the troublesome Valiant Cavalry Battalion could catch up with him.
They were very close to Chang 'an.
When he lost to Ning Que in the Academy's Mountain Climbing Examination, he left Chang 'an with the West-Hill Divine Palace's diplomatic corps and the Papal Cavalrymen.
On the state highway, he recalled the scenes he had seen and the feelings he had back then. Then he thought of the great ambition he had once made.
"I want to pull down all these ugly Tang houses and eradicate all the rape flowers in the fields. Then I will burn them all. I will burn away all the evil and filth, so that there will only be light left in this world."
He was about to return to Chang 'an, which had left him with endless humiliation and pain. In a sense, it had changed his life. His cultivation state and strength were far better than before, but his eyes were no longer pure and bright.
In the fields beside the road, the rape flowers have not yet grown. The houses painted by the farmers of the Tang Empire are still as beautiful or ugly as they were in the past. Then, let's burn them all down.
And tell the people in Chang 'an that he was coming.
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It was snowing in Chang 'an, and it was raining in the north of Xiao Mountain. But it was equally cold. The rain soaked through the armor and coat, seeped into the clothes, and went straight to the body. It was more unbearable.
In the cold rain, the entire Southern Battlefront Army was marching northward. Figures of the Tang Army were everywhere in the forest of Xiao Mountain. They were so dense that they looked like leaves that had fallen in the forest for thousands of years.
The march was very difficult. The cold weather and rain, the rotting leaves, and the trampled mountain paths were all their enemies. Many people had already fallen behind along the way.
Even more people continued to move forward. Even if their faces were pale and their bodies and minds were exhausted, they still gritted their teeth and lowered their heads, following the people in front of them as they crawled through the muddy wilderness.
Only by clenching their teeth could they continue to persevere. Only by remaining silent could they conserve their last bit of strength. Only by lowering their heads could the exhausted people clearly see the direction of the march.
More than a hundred thousand soldiers of the Tang Army walked in the mountains and fields without making much noise. Only the sound of military boots stepping on the mud and the occasional sound of heavy objects falling could be heard.
This kind of silence made one's heart palpitate, and it was what made their enemies most afraid of them.
From the generals to the ordinary soldiers of the Tang Army, they firmly believed that even if the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army really had millions of troops, as long as they could arrive, they would definitely be able to stop the enemy.
They had to rush to the north of the Verdant Canyon. The West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army did not give them much time. They had no time to sleep or eat hot meals. All their time was spent on the road.
They walked in the day, in the night, in the snow, in the rain, and in the miasma in the dense forest. They kept walking on the road.
However, the road was too long after all. The Southern Battlefront Army had tried their best, but they were still some distance from the north of the Verdant Canyon. It had been a few days since the arrival date set by the Military Ministry.
Logically speaking, the Verdant Canyon should have been lost. There was no point for the Southern Battlefront Army to rush there, and it would be dangerous. What they should do now was to find out the enemy's situation and then retreat to wait for reinforcements.
But the Southern Battlefront Army was still rushing because they had not received a new military order. Their task was still to rush to the Verdant Canyon and defend where they were because they almost blindly believed in the ability of the Academy.
Because they were not reconciled.
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On the other side of the Xiao Mountain, the clouds were thin and the rain was light.
The rain pattered on the calm field and was instantly absorbed by the soil. It was impossible to wash away the blood accumulated in the past seven days, but it only made it a little wet.
The ground in front of the Verdant Canyon was relatively hard because it had been crushed by the Qi of Heaven and Earth of three peerless powerhouses in a row. The rain seeped slowly and accumulated in the messy hoof prints.
There was a rumble in the distance in the south of the field. The earth began to shake and the shallow water in the hoof prints began to sway.
"The catapult from the South Jin Kingdom has finally arrived."
The Sixth Brother looked at the things that appeared in the distance and felt the vibration coming from under his feet. His body, which looked like it was cast from iron, was covered with countless bloodstains. Even the hammer had deep marks on it.
The Fourth Brother sat under the iron canopy, holding the River and Mountain Sandbox and struggling to fight against the virtual sword left by the Abbey Dean a few days ago. Except for him, the other disciples of the Academy had been seriously injured.
There was a flower in Wang Chi's hair, which had been dyed black with blood.
The front of Ximen Buhuo's robe was stained with blood and his face was as pale as paper.
Beigong Weiyang's hands fell on the blood-stained zither, twitching like a bird's claws.
Jun Mo had changed into a new set of clothes. It was plain and bloodless, and his left sleeve was fluttering in the cold wind. His head was lowered, and he looked very tired.
He looked at the water in the hoof prints in front of him and remained silent.
There were broken limbs and corpses everywhere in front of the Verdant Canyon. Only around him was relatively empty.
After Liu Bai retreated, there was a series of battles in front of the Verdant Canyon. Every time the Divine Hall Coalition Army was about to devour the Academy disciples, there would always be sword light and zither music in the pool of blood.
Ye Hongyu stood in the distance and her Divine Robe of Judgment was stained with blood.
Seven days later, she finally saw the dawn of victory.
After all, the Academy was not Haotian and could not be omnipotent.
Jun Mo slowly bowed and picked up the high crown that had fallen on the ground.
Since he lost the crown in the battle with Liu Bai, he had not paid attention to it because he had no time.
The crown was stained with blood and ashes.
He slowly frowned and wanted to brush off the blood and ashes.
But he had lost his left hand and was holding the crown in his right hand.
Mu You walked to his side and took the crown. She carefully wiped it with the embroidered handkerchief in her hand.
Jun Mo leaned forward as if he was bowing to her.
Mu You's eyes were slightly wet and she smiled back.
This was bowing to him.
Mu You said, "I agree to marry you."
Jun Mo said calmly, "That's good."
Mu You put the crown on his head and carefully straightened it.
This was a proper crown.
Jun Mo said, "A proper crown is a proper death."
Mu You said, "It's reasonable to die together."
Cries rang out in front of the Verdant Canyon.
Beigong Weiyang broke the zither strings and blood splashed everywhere. He cried out, "I can't accept it!"
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