The almond blossoms are falling, as light as snow. In the north in April, the wind is still mixed with the coldness of winter, chasing and swirling, vaguely pulling at the torn emotions, like tides of love and hate. The apricot blossoms are still falling like snow, but the people standing under the flower trees lack the magnanimity of Yuanting Yuexian in the past during the expedition. They lean weakly under the flower trees and look up at the sky through the clusters of apricot blossoms. The petals scattered under the flower tree exuded the unique fragrance of apricot blossoms. The entire apricot garden was immersed in the soft rain of flowers. Only the cold light reflected on the sword warned the owner. "General Yan is indeed trustworthy." However, Yan Bai was still immersed in the memories just now and did not respond. In the memory, the snow falling all over the sky was as soft and graceful as the rain of flowers blown by the wind on the apricot trees. "General Yan, I and the general are their own masters. It is time to end it today!" The memory was interrupted again, and the rain of falling flowers also fell to the ground and crushed into mud. He raised his hand, turned around, and drew his sword. Before the sword came, the sharp sword energy forced Ling Ru's long hair as fierce as a flag. "The general is good at swordsmanship. He is worthy of being a general who can break through obstacles and kill generals."