With a muffled sound, Xue Dingshan, who was shocked all over, flew backwards by the terrible impact force, landed on the ground in a mess, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but gush out of his mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Yang Fan, who was gushing blood in his chest, also staggered back a few steps, and his body fell down weakly. The bright silver spear in his hand flew out of his hand and landed on the ground not far away. The bright silver spear seemed to be slightly bent.

"Brother!" Xue Jinlian, who shouted in a coquettish voice, quickly flew down from the horse's back and came to Xue Dingshan's side.

He sat up with his hands on the ground, and Xue Dingshan, who was standing up with Fang Tian Huaji, was supported by Xue Jinlian, but his eyes were slightly complicated to look at Yang Fan's body.

Oh, the Tang army outside the pass were cheering, and the Tang army generals who looked at each other were all surprised.

Xu Liang, who had pulled out a few beards under his jaw, breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

Amid the low and dull sound of bang, the closing door of Baihu Pass slowly opened, and the soldiers of Xiliang, led by Deputy General Han and General Liao, slowly came out from the pass.

"Liu Luan, deputy general of Baihu Pass, present the seal of the pass and the internal books of the pass!" General Liao knelt down on one knee at Xue Dingshan, holding the official seal and a stack of books-like things in his hand.

Afterwards, the soldiers of Xiliang also put down their weapons and knelt down on one knee to salute.

Xue Dingshan, who glanced at them, turned to the Deputy General Han who walked straight towards Yang Fan's body, knelt on one knee, clenched his fists and raised his chest and bowed his head.

"Master Xue, I wonder if General Yang can be buried with great difficulty?" After a while, Deputy General Han got up and knelt on one knee at Xue Dingshan and asked in a deep voice.

Xue Dingshan nodded his head and said in admiration: "Of course! General Yang will not lose his loyalty and courage, so he should be a grand funeral!"

"Thank you, Marshal Xue!" Deputy General Han, who spoke respectfully, got up and came to Yang Fan's body again. He reached out and picked it up, turned around and walked into the Baihu Pass.

Xue Dingshan, who watched Deputy General Han leave, couldn't help but say to Xue Jinlian on the side: "Jinlian, go and bring Yang Fan's gun!"

"Okay!" Xue Jinlian, who nodded and responded, hurriedly walked towards the bright silver spear on the ground not far away.

Xu Liang now comforted General Liao first, then came to Xue Dingshan and whispered to Xue Dingshan helplessly: "Although General Liao performed a little despicable, he took the initiative to surrender and expose his guard. As the head coach, why don't you care about it?"

"I believe the military advisor can handle it well!" Xue Dingshan glanced at General Liao, who stood with a distracted expression in the distance, and said with a faint smile.

"Brother, gun!" Xue Jinlian had already brought the bright silver spear over.

When he turned his head and saw the bright silver spear in Xue Jinlian's hand, Xue Dingshan couldn't help but reach out and grabbed it in his hand, looking carefully.

"Hmm?" He looked at Xue Dingshan with a slightly complicated look in his hand. His hands slid from the gun body to both ends. Soon, his eyes that seemed to be conscious were slightly condensed, and a hint of suspicion flashed through his slightly frown eyes.

Seeing this, Xu Liang couldn't help but say, "Ding Shan, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong with this gun?"

"Oh, nothing, maybe I'm worried too much!" Xue Dingshan reacted when he heard this, shook his head and smiled lightly, "Okay, military advisor, send the order. The army is ready to enter the White Tiger Pass!"

Xu Liang nodded and responded with a smile, glanced at the bright silver spear in Xue Dingshan's hand. Then he turned around and left

In a barren mountain dozens of miles away from Baihu Pass, a handsome young man in a white brocade robe was sitting cross-legged on a smooth boulder, emitting a faint cold and evil aura all over his body. Judging from his appearance, it was Yang Fan.

"Hmph!" A faint pale color appeared on his face with a muffled groan. Yang Fan, who slowly exhaled and opened his eyes, couldn't help but curl up a sneering arc at the corner of his mouth, and murmured to himself: "Xue Dingshan, if the teacher had no fate, how could I let you conquer the White Tiger Pass so easily?"

As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, he looked at a pile of rocks not far away, and saw a blood-colored mist spread out from the rocks, and a blood-demonic aura spread out.

Seeing this, Yang Fan, whose eyes narrowed slightly, stood up directly. A huge rock under his feet fell into the blood mist. Then he was wrapped in blood mist and disappeared as the blood mist dissipated. In the still calm rocky mountains, it seemed that Yang Fan had never appeared before.

At the foot of Mount Li, two white beautiful figures stood side by side, looking at the winding mountain road.

"Pear Blossom!" The tall and cold beauty in white clothes on the left turned her head and looked at the pretty and weak woman with a white silk skirt on the right, and her pretty face was slightly pale and said, "I have arrived at the foot of Mount Li, why stop?"

Fan Lihua pursed her red lips and whispered in a low voice: "It's nothing, I just feel that she has let down the teacher's hope."

"You can't blame you! Who knew that there would be so many accidents in the middle that you became enemies with the Tang army. This may be what you often said before, the world is unpredictable!" Longma Yuer shrugged helplessly.

Fan Lihua sighed lightly and walked towards the mountain road first: "Let's go!"

The two walked all the way to Mount Li, and it took more than half an hour to arrive outside a pavilion halfway up the mountain.

"Senior Sister Lihua!" A beautiful girl in a gray Taoist robe walked out of the pavilion and bowed slightly to Fan Lihua and said, "My mother knows that you are back, so she will come to see her soon."

When Longma Yuer heard this, she shrugged at Fan Lihua and said helplessly: "What should be come, I can't hide it!"

"I understand!" Fan Lihua, who had no choice but to look at Longma Yu'er, nodded slightly to the beautiful girl, and walked straight through the pavilion toward the mountain.

Fan Lihua did not go up the mountain in a hurry, but thoughtfully along the way to the mountainside one-third of the distance from the top of the mountain. Before coming to the ancient Taoist temple shrouded in a faint mist and clouds, she took a breath and went straight into the Taoist temple, came to a quiet room, and saluted respectfully to the old mother of Lishan who was hovering on the stone bed cushion: "Teacher!"

"Pear!" Lishan's mother who opened her eyes and looked at Fan Lihua, couldn't help but smile and said, "I have experienced a lot this time. I have gained something, disciple?"

When Fan Lihua heard this, she couldn't help but her sad eyes flushed in her heart and said, "Teacher, Is it a harvest?"

"The way of practice can only be sweet after suffering! Without hardship, it is difficult to attain the great way! Although you have experienced some sorrow and pain, you do not know that there are many sufferings in the world. The relatives of soldiers who died because of war, the civilians who suffered from war, and those who lost their families because of war, aren't they suffering?" said Li Shan's old mother.

Fan Lihua was stunned when she heard this. Then a bright light flashed in her beautiful eyes with a slightly changing expression. She hurriedly said respectfully to the mother of Lishan: "Thank you for your advice from the teacher!"

"Yeah!" Li Shan's mother couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction when she saw this, "Lihua, I haven't experienced it. I will never be able to understand it!"

Fan Lihua said with some shame: "Teacher, Lihua was a little discouraged, and she just wanted to come back to accompany the teacher, and from then on she was devoted to practicing and not asking about the world. But what the teacher said before made Lihua feel enlightened and ashamed of herself. Lihua also asked the teacher to give advice on how to do Lihua to escape from her own suffering?"

"The suffering comes from the world, and naturally it is necessary to be resolved in the world. If you want to hide and hide, it is just a temporary solution," said Lishan's old mother, who shook her head and said, "Pear blossoms, watch the star signs at night. When you find that the east is dark, the Tang Dynasty will undergo a major change. It is related to the people of the world. All the people and the common people, don't be careless. You can go to Chang'an quickly, and there will be a way to break free from hardships."

When Fan Lihua heard this, her pretty face changed slightly: "Teacher, are you saying that there will be any changes in Chang'an, Tangdu? Since you want your disciples to go, is it a change that ordinary people can't deal with?"

"You will know when you get there!" Li Shan's mother closed her eyes slightly and said calmly: "Go!"

Seeing that Lishan's mother was unwilling to say much, Fan Lihua had no choice but to respond with helplessness. After bidding farewell to Lishan's mother, she left the quiet room and headed out of the Taoist temple.

Outside the Taoist temple, Longma Yuer, who was waiting here bored, saw Fan Lihua coming out of the Taoist temple, couldn't help but greet him and smiled: "Lihua, why did you come out so soon this time? How about it? Didn't the mother of Lishan blame you, right?"

"Yu'er, we have to rush to Chang'an as soon as possible!" Fan Lihua shook her head slightly and said seriously to Yu'er.

Yu'er was slightly stunned: "Go to Chang'an? Are you going to Chang'an in Tangdu? Why are you going there suddenly?"

"Okay! I don't know what's going on. You can only know where you get. Let's go, let's hurry up!" Fan Lihua said, then flew up first and headed towards the eastern sky.

"It's mysterious, why are you so anxious?" Yu'er muttered depressedly, and a little bit of the ground under her feet turned into a stream of light and chased Fan Lihua in the direction of leaving.

After they left, Li Shan’s mother slowly walked out of the Taoist temple, looked up at the direction of their departure and frowned slightly, and murmured to herself: “I hope nothing goes wrong! Why do you always feel uneasy?”

"Haha, if you think too much, you will naturally be unable to calm down!" Amid the clear laughter, the ancestor Wang Ao, wearing a Taoist robe, flew down from the air with a smile, and bowed slightly to the mother of Lishan.

The mother of Lishan was also busy and smiled and returned the favor: "Wang Ao, you have the leisure to come to Mount Li today!"

"I haven't come for many years, I miss you so much!" Old Ancestor Wang Ao said with a smile.

The old mother of Lishan was stunned when she heard this, and then she said with a slightly unfair expression: "Wang Ao, you are also a practitioner of Taoism, why are you so rude? If you do this, I will drive you away."

"Hey! Mother Lishan, you've thought too much. What I said is missing the beautiful scenery of Mount Li!" Old Ao Wang waved his hand and smiled, with a look of banter on his face.

After hearing what Wang Ao said, Li Shan’s mother, who was stunned for a moment, couldn’t help but shook her sleeves and snorted, and walked straight into the Taoist temple.

"Hey, this old woman is still so funny!" Old Ao, who stroked his beard and muttered, followed him in without hesitation.

In Chang'an, people come and go on the bustling streets, shoulder to shoulder, and the bustling and prosperous are tight.

They were all dressed in white and dressed in men's clothes like handsome and rich young men. Walking on the street, it still inevitably caused some big girls and wives to blush and beating their hearts.

"Lihua, you said that men's clothing is convenient, but I think men's clothing is even more troublesome!" Faced with the eyes of the people coming and going, Longma Yuer couldn't help but complain to Fan Lihua holding a folding fan on her face with a depressed look on her face.

Fan Lihua also smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, Yu'er! Alas. There is an inn in front of you. Let's settle down first. It's noon now, so I'll have a full meal first."

"Fulai Inn?" He looked up and glanced at the ancient inn on the roadside in front of him, which looked quite grand. Longma Yuer, who muttered, walked in with Fan Lihua.

It was noon, and there were many guests on the first floor of the inn, and there were many guests on the table and chatting and laughing.

"Lihua, it seems there is no seat!" Longma Yu'er glanced at the hall with beautiful eyes and said a little depressed.

The sound of a slight crack that seemed to rub the sword and the scabbard came into his ears, which immediately caused Fan Lihua to look up.

Next to a table upstairs, a young man wearing a tight white dress and carrying two swords was drinking by himself. One of the swords behind him was trembling slightly, and the sword seemed to be about to be unsheathed. The faint hot sword energy dissipated, causing the decorated bead curtains on the side to shake, and the beads fell off and fell on the ground on the first floor.

"Hmm?" The young man who pressed the hilt of the sword behind his back with one hand so that it would not tremble. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Fan Lihua and Longma Yuer at the door below like lightning. He raised his sword eyebrows.

Longma Yuer, whose delicate body became tense in an instant, couldn't help but look at the young swordsman with beautiful eyes, and then said with a slight hint of the corner of her mouth: "What's the look of this guy? Do you want to scare us?"

"He seems to just want to scare you!" Fan Lihua said with beautiful eyes and smiled slightly.

When Longma Yuer heard this, she snorted unhappy: "Another an annoying ghost who claims to be the devil's devil!"

"Two young men, sorry, the shop is full of customers!" A waiter came over with apologetic expression and smiled apologized.

Longma Yuer frowned and shouted, "It's so easy to fill up such a big shop? It's the honor of your shop to come to your place for dinner. Go and pack a good seat for us."

"Young Master, we really don't have one here." The waiter couldn't help but smile and said with a smile.

Before he could finish speaking, Longma Yuer shouted in a slightly cold tone: "Don't talk too much! If you give you a cup of tea, I will demolish you if you don't give us a good seat."

When the waiter heard this, he felt a little distressed, and his face was full of entanglement, he almost knelt down.

"The two young men are not ordinary people, why bother to make things difficult for the waiter? If you don't dislike me, come to my table to have a glass of water bar!" The young swordsman in white upstairs suddenly spoke, and his clear voice was a hint of coldness and hardness.

When Longma Yuer heard this, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Hey! This guy is a bit interesting!"

"Waiter, let's lead the way!" Fan Lihua said with a faint smile to the slightly stunned waiter.

After hearing this, the waiter who reacted, immediately smiled with a smile on his face and said, "Okay, please, two young men!"

Following the waiter around to the stairs leading upstairs, Fan Lihua happened to step on a bead curtain bead that fell from the building. She couldn't help but lift her foot slightly. When she looked down, she saw that the bead had turned into gray-black powder. She couldn't help but narrow her beautiful eyes and her heart was shocked: "What a powerful sword energy!"

Under the waiter's attentive greeting, the second girl soon came upstairs and saw the young swordsman in white sitting quietly and looking up.

"Two, please!" The young swordsman in white stretched out his hand and signaled calmly.

Longma Yu'er was not polite either. She went forward and sat down on the chair next to the young swordsman in white. With one move of Yu'er, she sucked a pair of chopsticks in the bamboo chopstick cage into her hand and reached out to pick up the food.

Seeing this, the young swordsman in white, holding a glass of wine, couldn't help but lightly tap the wine glass with his fingers, and the wine in the glass turned into a sword light and shot towards Longma Yuer.

A cold air surged, wrapping up the sword light. Suddenly, the sword light stumbled into a small ice sword and was pinched by Yu'er's finger chopsticks. Then she raised her eyebrows and chewed them into her mouth and swallowed them. She let out a sigh and nodded and praised: "Well! This wine tastes good."
To be continued...