The night in the west was a little brighter than that in the east. When the sky was shining, the snow on the remaining wind and rocks fell down. The sound of people's footsteps made a slight squeak, and then disappeared.

The vast white Douba Valley was sobbing and the wind and snow were blowing. The lights of lights swayed at the bottom of the deep valley. In the desolation outside, there were a series of triangular colorful flags covered with colorful flags on the mountain wall, surrounding a majestic building built on the mountain.

The spotted bonfires dispel the snowflakes. The flames shakingly illuminate the Tuyuhun soldiers holding swords and soldiers around them. They were wearing fur coats and fur hats, and their faces were grim and silent. Their eyes were floating away from the snowflakes falling from the top of the valley, and they listened vigilantly to the movements of the Sui people outside.

There were not many Tuyuhun people who escaped into this canyon, and there were about 2,000 people who gathered together, which was enough to settle down. As long as the Khan was still there, they would not be able to disperse. As long as the Sui army dragged outside was depressed, they would naturally withdraw their troops and leave. At that time, they could still make a comeback and regain everything they had lost.

In the palace built across the mountain, Murong Fuyun, with a big beard, held a silver wine glass with a decoration similar to that of the Central Plains. He sat in the first position with a golden sword, and only a few Tuyuhun generals were left beside him.

He stared at the copper basin burning the bonfire in the hall, laughing and laughing with the two generals. The maid wearing an exposed side cut off a piece of fat and tender lamb. The Tuyuhun Khan bit the blade from the blade and chewed it. The oil stains overflowed from the corner of his mouth and slid onto his beard.

"I have always been kind to the Great Sui Dynasty and paid tribute every year, but after Yang Jian's death, his son was ambitious and swallowed my country. He thought that he was so heroic, but he couldn't even attack the Great Battle Valley, hahaha!"

Among the generals below, someone took a sip of wine, rubbed his hands, and laughed: "What Khan said is that the Sui people claimed to be the supreme country of the Celestial Empire, and they all could fight. When we arrived at our great battle, we didn't dare to advance. At that time, we shot a Sui general to death with one arrow. Now our heads were still hanging in my room!"

At the first place, Murong Fuyun leaned against the golden chair, wiped off the greasy corner of his mouth, and left the maid's chest to wipe it clean, and the smile on his face gradually became calm.

"This battle only needs to drag down the aura of the Sui people. When they go back, they will take back the land and city they have taken. However, I still have to thank the national master. If the national master had not practiced here and activated the magic, I would probably not be able to defend it. So don't be complacent and learn from those Sui people!"

The generals below nodded and agreed. After all, the war has turned a little bit, so it is really not easy to take it lightly. Then they continued to eat large pieces of meat and drink in large bowls. After a while, someone came to report that the national teacher had finished worshiping Buddha.

Murong Fuyun put down his wine glass and quickly said, "Let the national teacher come in!"

After a moment, the soldiers guarding the other side of the hall lowered their heads, and an old monk wearing an apricot-yellow monk robe slowly came in with Buddhist beads, facing the Khan in the first place, and bowed with his only hand.

"Fo Lianzun, pay homage to Your Majesty."

"The national teacher doesn't need to be too polite."

Murong Fuyun stood up and walked out of the seat, excitedly grabbed the old monk's wrist, and kindly brought it to a large chair next to him, pressing the other party to the seat and sitting down.

"I am still alive, and it depends entirely on the national army's efforts, which has caused heavy casualties and injuries among the Sui people."

As he said that, he took the full wine glass from the maid and respectfully went to the Buddha. The latter did not drink wine, but just lowered his head and yelled the Buddha's name.

"Khan, I have only done my best, but to repel the Sui people, the opponent will need several attacks. Now that the Emperor of Sui has arrived, Khan must make plans to do his best."

Murong Fuyun frowned: "Is the Emperor of Sui State here?"

"Just this afternoon! But..." The old monk raised his face and smiled, with wrinkles on his face even more wrinkled: "But there is still a wave outside the valley!"

...........

At the same time, on the hillside half a mile away from Dadoupao Valley, a team of more than 300 people were covered with white cloth cut skin, covering their bodies and stepping on the white snow, passing through the mountains.

The rustling footsteps were swift and quick, climbing the snow-covered rock, approaching the valley entrance. Soon, Qu Yuanfeng in front squatted on the side of a large rock, raised his hand and pressed it quietly. The ups and downs of figures suddenly stopped and became quiet.

--wind!

With gestures and sign language, according to the previous deployment, dozens of people in the more than 300 people were short and covered with swords, and separated with great speed. These people were extraordinary skills, and they were all soldiers who were trained by Qu Yuanfeng when he was in Taiyuan. They were used to quickly react and cut into key points.

In the darkness before dawn, dark shadows quickly spread to the valley entrance by the surrounding snow. After a moment, Mars lit up three times in the darkness over there and then went out.

Qu Yuanfeng pressed his breath and blew a breath of heat into the palm of his hand. In the white water vapor, he turned his head to his deputy beside him. The two of them immediately separated and each led more than a hundred people to pass quickly along the path that the group of people had walked past.

"General Qu, will they have discovered us?"

Entering the edge of the valley entrance, Qu Yuanfeng, who was squatting down against a rock, heard his subordinates’ concerns. His eyes swept around and looked at the faint lights inside. The sound of the wind whimpered across the place, making the place look weird.

"It's hard to say...but what if you find it, so what if you don't fight? Kill it!"

Dingling~~~

As soon as the low voice stopped, a crisp sound of bells came from the end of the deep valley, causing more than 300 people hiding against the mountain walls to hiding in the cracks of rocks. The cold wind in the deep valley blew on their faces, and their eyelashes were gently caressed by snowflakes. Qu Yuanfeng was calm and stared at the other side without blinking. The wind was filled with the sound of the monk's Buddhist voice chanting.

Even though chanting scriptures can make people feel calm, the sound of this place will cause some tension, let alone sneak attacks. Among the more than 300 people, there are people who can't hold back their breath, and they are terrified and squeeze out a little sound.

"How could there be..."

The last word "someone recites scriptures" has not yet been expressed. The moment the snowflakes floating in the wind fall on people's faces, the Buddha's voice is thrust up and comes from all directions, just like chanting in their ears.

"Exit!"

Qu Yuanfeng glared at the soldier fiercely, and his hand holding the hilt hit the rock hard, and led his subordinates to get up and prepare to evacuate. In his sight, the flying snowflakes suddenly became flying all over the sky, covering the direction.

"Don't distinguish the direction, retreat along the way you came!"

Since the other party had already alarmed, Qu Yuanfeng no longer cared about it, turned around and shouted, holding a long sword to follow him, running wildly for several steps, the snowflakes dancing around him suddenly frantically, and then, a "wow" shot out in one direction, and a whistling sound of breaking through the air came towards him.

Bang!

A thick copper stick whistled over the sound of wind and snow, and instantly tore up the surrounding snowflakes and collided with the long knife blocking Qu Yuanfeng's hand. The latter's muscles were bulging, trembling with the sound of armor leaves on his body.

Huhuhu--

The wind blew and the snowflakes dispersed, and a huge Buddha rushed over with a brace of brass stick in his hands. Qu Yuanfeng held the hilt of the knife and shouted: "You go out first!"

He kicked his feet, reflecting the smashed stick body, and the blade hit the edge of the blade hit, and sparked sparks flashing wildly in the flying snow. When the soldiers under his command retreated in panic, Qu Yuanfeng turned around, turned around, kicked the ground with the force of his feet, and the blade in his arms retracted and released, and violently exploded on the huge Buddha.

Bang!

boom--

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the blade broke and flew away on the hard body as hard as a mountain. The splashing sparks illuminated the Buddha. On the face of the blue rock, the angrily eyes of the Vajra appeared. The copper stick swept across the horizontally brought out the sound of wind and thunder, sweeping on the human body with a bang.

The armor leaves burst, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out from Qu Yuanfeng's mouth, and his whole body flew straight out and smashed into the snow. The huge Buddha rushed over with the sound of dull footsteps. The figure on the ground was lifted by several soldiers and had already run away outside the valley, leaving only a splash of red blood that was eye-catching.

"roar!"

The Buddha held the stick and smashed it down angrily, roaring at the fleeing crowd.

.........

The sky gradually became brighter, and to the east of the valley covered with wind and snow, Chang'an, which has been thousands of miles away, was full of vitality, and the people who got up early to seek life began to have a busy day.

In the Wanshou Temple with rich autumn colors, the scholar who was painting the scroll paused slightly. The brush in his hand stopped, his cheeks bulged, and the tip of the pen continued to fall, but it became faster than before.

Soon, Lu Liangsheng put down his pen, picked up the scroll of the painting, blew the undried ink on it, reached out to call Yuelong Jian, put the scroll of the painting on it, and wrote a note to hold it in it.

"Bring it to Yuanfeng and let him do it himself."

"It's a runaway life again."
Chapter completed!