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One sixty-five north wind rolling white grass(1/4)

A month later.

The long-closed single-family house of Luoyu Academy opened the long-closed door.

Two young men left behind joined the team.

Complete daily training

Three months later.

The first test was launched. Meng Shuai, the youngest in the grade, ranks among the middle of the crowd.

Chen Qian, the second youngest, is already among the top three. The first place is Rong Qianxin, a genius girl from the Feijun Mansion.

Six months later.

The first elimination.

Five disciples with the worst grades were dismissed into the ranks of errands.

Nine months later.

The second test is unfolded.

Meng Shuai's ranking rose to the top five.

Chen Qian used one move to make a difference.

He was defeated by Rong Qian's heart.

Missed the championship again.

A year later.

The first batch of students were allowed to walk out of the valley and out of anything simple.

There are seven people on the list.

Including Chen Qian and Meng Shuai.

The same year later.

What is unknown is.

Lin Ling and Xiong Xin quietly left the school at the same time. Before leaving, they did not attract the attention of outsiders.

Most students have long forgotten that they are.

Another half a year has passed.

Three out of seven people returned to the academy.

The other four people did not come back.

It is said to be good.

Leaving the ranks of students early. Meng Shuai and Chen Qian, who were only fourteen years old, were listed

in this way.

Nearly two years have passed.

The twelfth month of winter.

Snow falls.

Ground in Jizhou.

This winter is extremely cold.

The heavy snow began to fall since October.

I silently fell for more than half a month. The snow on the ground had accumulated several feet.

The snow on the bottom layer turned into ice.

Frozen up layer by layer.

Can't tell which snow is.

Which are ice?

That morning.

Although the sun is out.

But it is cold and freezing.

A thin north wind swept by.

The curled man shivered and shivered in his jacket.

For Liu Yunrui.

The heart is still colder than the sky.

He is not an ordinary person at all.

Refer to Liu Yunrui's name.

Maybe not that famous yet.

But when it comes to the name of "willow wind".

In Jizhou Ancheng, everyone knows it.

If you mention the name "Dirty rain of apricot blossoms and deep swords and willow winds"?

Within a radius of hundreds of miles.

It can stop my child from crying at night.

Yes.

Don’t look at the willows, wind, willows, clouds, and auspiciousness.

Proper maintenance.

A person in his fifties.

She looks gentle and elegant like a white-faced scholar in her thirties.

However, he was one of the "two thieves of wind and rain" in Anji Mountain, the leader of Anji Mountain, twenty miles west.

The leader of Hanfeng Village.

Speaking of it.

Although he is as famous as Hua Xinger, the leader of Yizhihua Village, the big village, "Xinghuayu", Hua Xinger.

The two villages also support each other in a mountain.

To form an alliance and coexist.

They have jointly led the thieves in Ancheng for more than ten years.

But he always looked down on that woman. The woman was young.

The wind and wandering around in the past.

Do everything.

Just because of inheriting the father's business.

He became the leader of the village in vain.

With a sense of coquettishness.

Good at dancing with long sleeves.

Win over the thieves.

It only supported her great achievements.

In terms of real skills.

I can't walk three moves and two moves under my own hands.

No matter what others evaluate it.

He has always believed it so deeply.

So when he heard that Yizhihua Village was destroyed overnight.

He wasn't very panicked yet.

All right.

It is definitely false to say that you are not panicked at all.

After all, it is a big village with more than 500 villages.

The foundation is deeper than that of his Hanfeng Village.

But overnight.
To be continued...
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