"Dang, do..."

The hammer was swung high and hit the fiery red iron blank, and sparks immediately shot from the thick anvil. With the help of the rebound force, the hammer rose again, and his strong arms gathered the strength of his legs and waist, and swung the hammer and thunder again, and the "When..." sounded like thunder.

The tall and burly man with his hair was naked, and the scars on his body were shocking. Sweat like rain poured down. The roaring sledgehammer and Yuan Yuezhi's figure fully revealed his toughness and wildness.

Jialan stood outside the iron shop, looking at the fierce man with an excited expression on his face.

Xie Qing, Fang Xiaoer and others were shocked by the fierce aura of the burly man, and their eyes were staring at the heavy hammer in the hands of the man. Every time the dark hammer hit, every thunder sound gave people a feeling of shaking the earth and trembling.

A white-haired old man walked out of the shop. He wanted to come forward to greet Jialan, but when he saw two majestic big mastiffs and saw a group of mighty entourages, he hesitated for a long time, but stopped.

The iron block after the hammer is immersed in cold water, and the water mist surrounds it.

The burly man put down the hammer, wiped his sweat, turned his head and looked out the bed, and saw Galan at first sight, and was surprised. His thick lips were stammering, wanting to shout, but he couldn't make any sound.

When Su Luo saw the strong and black face, saw the beard like a steel needle, and saw the pair of eyes that were as powerful as a tiger, he immediately exclaimed, "Brother Hu, is Brother Hu, is he still alive?"

The old man with white hair heard the exclamation of the woman in blue skirt and immediately turned his head to look at the burly man, and it became clear. He sighed secretly, walked to the iron furnace in three or two steps, picked up the tongs, took out a burning iron embryo from the furnace, put it on the anvil, raised a small hammer and smashed it down, "Hu'er, swing the hammer!"

The burly man roared with thunder and used all his strength to smash it down.

"Tiger, forge!" The old man danced as fast as the wind.

"Forge!" The burly man roared wildly, and the hammer roared down like a storm, stirring up Mars in the sky.

"Dang, dang, dang..." The sledgehammer is getting faster and denser, and gradually becomes a blurred afterimage.

"Tiger, Bai Zhuang!"

"Forge!" The burly man roared with thunder, his body moved with the hammer, and the hammered together, like a roaring hurricane, causing a shocking storm, and the wind and clouds changed color.

"When..." There was a loud bang, the hammer stopped and the wind and thunder stopped.

The man sweated heavily and gasped violently.

"Swish..." The iron embryo was thrown into the water, and the mist rose into the air.

The old man stood behind the anvil, looked at the burly man through the faint mist, his eyes showing reluctance.

The man knelt down and kowtowed, "Master, I'm leaving."

The old man helped the big man up and gently wiped the sweat from his body, "Hu'er, winter is here, it's windy and snowy outside. If it gets cold, hungry, or injured, come back."

"Take care, Master."

The big man turned around and walked out of the shop, strode toward Galan.

"Yang Hu meets the coach of the traveling army!"

=

The wind is blowing, and the fall sounds sad and sad. The sound of sorrow is like a long roar, piercing through the vast world, piercing the poplar forest, piercing the colorful fallen leaves, and shooting into the heart of the northwest wolf.

The sound of the swaying, swaying with the wind, like weeping and complaining, plucking Galan's heartstrings. Suddenly, the slight sound of the swaying sounds, as if there were long horns, fighting drums, and countless fierce northwest men galloping. As the horses galloped, the flags were like clouds, arrows were like locusts, and the roars were like thunder. The cold blood suddenly boiled, and the resentment burst out in the blood.

The sound of the slaughter suddenly became calm, gradually like the ethereal valley, like the morning bell of the evening drum, like the birds flying freely in the dusk, bringing a dreamlike fairyland, bringing peace and tranquility. In a faint, a stream of ethereal and dusty aura was like the mist in the morning light, slowly spreading the poplar forest in the golden autumn, submerging every golden fallen leaf, penetrated into the cold water of autumn, and into the ripples that spread out.

A little black donkey bathed in beautiful autumn colors, stepped on the golden fallen leaves, quietly walked out of the poplar forest, and silently melted into this noisy and bustling mortal world.

A man in yellow was sitting on the little black donkey, wearing a yellow hat and a yellow cloak. He could be seen holding a buckle in his hand and was playing with emotion.

Galan's brows slowly frowned, his eyes gradually narrowed, his expression gradually became solemn, his mind got rid of the wonderful rhythm of Hu Zi, his big hand slowly placed on the hilt of the knife around his waist, and his five fingers gradually exerted force, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out.

Blizzard pressed against Galan's feet and keenly felt the change in Galan's mood. His cold eyes stared at the man in yellow fiercely, and opened his mouth and let out a violent thunder roar.

"Ao..."

Wei Fei suddenly woke up and blurted out, "The sound of nature!"

"The sound of the essence." Chu Yue nodded frequently, "I haven't heard it for many years, and today I am lucky to hear the immortal song again."

"Although it is a fairy music, it has a killing aura." Wei Fei sneered, "The person who came is not good."

Yang Hu put his hand on the hilt of the knife, stepped forward two steps, and stood behind Galan.

Wei Fei and Chu Yue followed closely behind, and the four of them formed a horn and were ready to face the battle.

"Why did she come to the winter nest?" Wei Fei turned his head and looked at Jia Lan, "What big thing happened in the Western Land? It actually alarmed Lou Guan Dao. Even the Jingjue Fairy on the Peacock River has fallen into the mortal world?"

Galan shook her head slightly, stared at the approaching little black donkey with bright eyes, then passed the man in yellow on the donkey's back and threw himself into the poplar forest in the distance.

"There are people in the forest!" Wei Fei's murderous aura became stronger.

Chu Yue made a gesture to Yang Hu, then bent his fingers into his mouth, and whistled loudly at Xie Qing and others who were more than ten steps away.

The Turkic guards and the black Turkic knight rushed to Sulu like a flying rush and surrounded him.

Xie Qing, Fang Xiaoer, Xue Family Shisanlang and Shisilang protected Pianpian and Xueer, and looked nervously at the blower riding donkey.

=

The sound of the sacrificial lingers gradually stopped, and the lingering sound was lingering.

When the little black donkey saw two big mastiffs eyeing each other, he was a little afraid and walked slowly. He kept screaming from time to time. However, under the guidance of the man in yellow, he finally walked closer with his teeth and refused to move half a step when he was seven or eight steps apart.

Galan smiled slightly, looked cold, and her eyes were filled with a hint of mockery and disdain.

"How can I do, Brother Dao?" The man in yellow had a delicate and beautiful voice, giving people a sense of ethereality and elegance.

Galan nodded and showed off.

"Where did Brother Dao come from? Where did he go?"

"Come from the Dead Sea, go to heaven."

"It turns out that all the ghosts in the Dead Sea were swallowed by Brother Dao." Jingjue Nuguan asked calmly as water, "Brother Dao has returned to the world, have you ever found the way to heaven?"

Galan looked up at the sky and smiled slightly, "That was just a dream."

Jingjue Nu Guan pondered silently, and suddenly asked, "Brother Dao, is it a beautiful dream or a nightmare?"

"Dreams are born from the heart." Galan said, "If the heart is calm, the dream will be beautiful. If the heart is moved, the dream will be dark."

"Brother Dao has experienced the waves of the Dead Sea, and his heart is calm or moved?"

"My heart is dead." Galan's voice gradually became cold, "When my heart is dead, my dream will die. When my dream is dead, where can I find the way to heaven?"

"Since my heart is dead and my dream is dead, how can Brother Dao return to the world?"

"The heart is dead, the dream is dead, and only the unfulfilled wishes are left. The unfulfilled promises are ultimately unrest and cannot fall into the Avici Hell. Therefore, we can only return to the world, realize the unfulfilled wishes, and realize the vows of the past."

"What is an unfulfilled wish? What is an unfulfilled promise?" The sound of the beautiful woman crown is as beautiful as the sound of nature, exquisite and wonderful. "Brother Taoist might as well tell him that maybe the feather can help the Taoist brother with one arm, or maybe the feather can help the Taoist brother find the way to heaven."

Galan's face gradually became cold, "I killed countless people and will go to hell after death. The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Fellow Taoist, please!"

Silence. Silence. The wind caresses gently, the hair and beards fly, and the cloaks are clamoring.

"Brother Dao's heart is moved." Jingjue girl Guan sighed quietly, "Why does Brother Dao's heart move?"

"bloody."

"Brother Dao, if you are moved, you will be dreaming of you."

"Past, present, and future, I am in a nightmare." Galan's murderous aura finally surged out in an uncontrollable way, "There is no way to heaven and no door to hell, only one battle!"

Jingjue Nuguan didn't speak, and was silent.

Galan stopped talking, took big steps and left calmly.

Chu Yue and others followed one by one and quickly disappeared between the sky.

=

In the poplar forest, a team of knights rode out.

Currently, he is a young man, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a strong body, a mysterious cloak, a sword hanging on his waist, and a long bow on his back. He is full of energy and heroic posture. He is followed by a 15 or sixteen-year-old boy with purple robe and blazing cloak, thick eyebrows and eagle eyes, calm and steady, arrogant and arrogant, and he sees everyone's demeanor.

The two teenagers flew off the horse and rushed to the front of the black donkey.

The young man in Xuanyi asked anxiously, "Feiyi, can you shake the tiger when you knock on the mountain?"

Jingjue girl's crown has already fallen into the donkey, holding the mat in one hand and carrying the other hand, looking at the vast sky from afar, slowly shook his head, "Brother Jialan is an extraordinary person. Even if the earth shakes, he may not be able to touch his cold and strong heart."

The young man in Xuanyi did not think deeply about the meaning of Jingjue Nu Guan's words, and immediately asked again, "Yayi, how did he answer?"

"Come from the Dead Sea, go to heaven."

The same words were spoken by Jingjue Nuguan, but they were full of ethereal and vague meaning, giving people infinite yearning and reverie.

"Brother Galan has an unfulfilled wish and an unfulfilled promise. Once the wish is done, he will find the way to heaven."

The beautiful woman walked with her steps, floating like a fairy.

The young man in Xuanyi frowned deeply and was about to chase after him and asked again, but the young man in purple robe grabbed him, "Erlang, be careful, Yuyi will find the people from the Xiao family."

"Brother, why is such a simple thing getting more and more complicated?" sighed the young man in Xuanyi, "Why can't Han Zi Yuyi ask directly? Burying mysteries in each other in the clouds and fog will only make things more complicated and will not help to find the person we are looking for."

"Erlang, this matter is already complicated. Xue Shixiong has saved Dunhuang. If Xue Shixiong trusts the life of the Xue family, there is only one choice for Dunhuang, which is to secretly escort, firmly hide it from Pei's eyes and ears, and not let anyone know about it." said the young man in purple robe, "Now Lou Guandao's intervention has made the matter more complicated. Putting aside the grievances between the Buddhist and Taoist families, Dunhuang will not believe anyone based on the rapidly changing situation in the Western Land. If Han Jia Yuyi pushes too hard, it will inevitably anger Dunhuang, which will backfire and will not help."

"I don't have so many ideas. I came to Xitu just to save the Xue family, and he also wanted to save the life of the Satsuki family. I can go to him directly and ask him directly."

"What do you say? Tell him that you are Li Shimin, the second son of Duke Tang, and he is the eldest son of Duke Qi, and we are here to save people and save Xue Daoheng's wife and children. Do you think he believes it?" The young man in purple robe asked without hesitation.

"The second brother is the commander of the Western Regions Commander's Office, and he was once a Northwest Wolf Reek. The second brother came forward to prove our identity."
To be continued...