Warm rain, clear wind, and early freezing.
The spring rain dyes the green grass and trees, and the Cangya Mountain is trapped in the misty smoke and water, like a tulle, chasing the distance. Suddenly, a cyan streamer flew over, and suddenly it passed through the rain curtain and many restrictions, and went to the depths of thousands of mountains and valleys.
The streamer went straight to the sea of clouds, flew into a half-opened carved window lattice, and landed on the sandalwood case, turning into a cyan luan bird not the size of a palm.
A pair of clearly articulated hands came over, and it squinted and rubbed the palm of the visitor's hand.
Liu Shushuang untied the thin bamboo tube from its claws.
The paper is Kuizhou mica paper, which is light and soft, and the ink is Lantai sinking ink, which is uniform and dense. The handwriting is strong and clear, like a pavilion repairing bamboo, and like a sword hiding the front.
"It snowed again last night, and it may be the last one of the year. The white plums in the garden have not yet fallen, and the fragrance is floating. Officials take the snow on the plums to make tea. Every spring breeze crosses Nanshan…”
Liu bullying thought to herself, the winter in the Northland is really long.
I don't know if the junior and junior brothers can make progress, but in a word, the temperament is getting more and more calm, and the characters are more and more like. For the long letter she sent, she only answered a few words at first, but after a long time, she was able to write back a few pages.
There are many ways for cultivators to communicate messages. Duan Chongxuan seems to prefer to write letters, while Yin Biyue and Yan Xing prefer communication talismans. Seeing that the younger brothers and sisters were doing well, she felt relieved.
The white horses pass through the gap, and the years are silent.
She has never been to Beihuang City, but she knows that there are thirty-six main streets and eighty-two auxiliary roads, and she knows the names of every tall building and every festival customs.
She never saw her younger brother again, but she also knew what time he went to bed and when he went to bed every day, knew that silver-lined begonias were newly planted in his imperial garden, and knew what he ate and what tea he drank.
In the letter, it's all trivial things. It really seems that the man is not an emperor, but some rich son, wearing a light robe, swinging a fan and climbing the building. Life is peaceful, happy and contented, no wind and frost swords, undercurrents and torrents are not true.
Autumn moonlights in the Imperial City of the Northern Land, and a lone fox on the Cangya Mountain.
After breaking through the barrier of life and death, Liu Baishuang's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. However, after many years, it is still stagnant at the peak of Mahayana, and the last threshold cannot be crossed. In Wei Jingfeng's words, it is a knot.
"If the heart is not open, the bottleneck will not be broken."
She was not in a hurry when it came to her cultivation state of mind. After being driven down the mountain by the master, he went to Zhonglu, concealed his cultivation, and became a teacher of Lanyuan Academy. The wooden crown is tied with hair, the green shirt is loose, and the tone of the "Jiuhuajing" is calm and eloquent, and the sharpness of the past has disappeared.
After many years like this, returning to Xihua Peak again is just a big dream of entering the world, like the blue sky and clouds, leaving no traces.
Today's letter is not only sent by Qingyiluan, but it is also much shorter than before, which is particularly special.
"The third senior brother and Chen Yi have an appointment to fight on Chongming Mountain. I want to go to watch the battle. Senior sister, would you like to go down the mountain? When the duel is over, I will accompany you to Donglu Snowfield to see."
Donglu Snowfield, a taboo that has been kept secret for many years. In this way, Duan Chongxuan seemed to carelessly mention it on an ordinary spring rainy day.
Liu bullying was startled.
Then I saw a woman with black hair and a white dress, standing barefoot on the snow, clearly smiling softly, but her expression was decidedly fierce. As if she was about to say something to her, she opened her mouth and fell backwards, half of her body turned into white bones, with blood flowing everywhere.
Donglu Snowfield, Golden Palace, Yu Zhanmei.
She stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, with no expression of sadness or joy.
In the spring rain, there is a kind of vibrant greenery in the quaint Cangya. The rain curtain fell down the house, splashing mist and mist, making her ink even more moist. When the pen was written a little late, large ink flowers bloomed on the paper.
"I don't want to go," she wrote.
When Duan Chongxuan received the reply, he was secretly annoyed for a long time, but he was still impatient. For the great cultivator's time to pass without fear, why not wait another hundred years
He watched with his own eyes that Senior Sister returned to Donglu with the body of the Jade Palace Master. The bystander was clear that many things Liu Bullying didn't realize, but he understood. Now they are in the same lineage as Xihua, all seeking benevolence and obtaining benevolence and the road will be smooth, only the second senior sister still has a knot in their hearts. It's just that it's hidden deep enough that she and others can't see it, and it's not really unraveling. Senior sister had protected him to break through thousands of miles of ambushes and returned to the Northern Continent. Now that he has settled down in the country, he has not been able to do anything for senior sister.
Thinking of this, Duan Chongxuan sighed and muttered to himself: "Forget it, you have to find out your own mental obstacles to practice."
Luan Erke couldn't understand what the heart block was, so he flew from the golden lacquer beam of the dormitory and bumped into him, shouting with a "chirp" and begging for fruit to eat.
"You are greedy, go down! Can't hold it anymore!"
Outside the curtain stood many palace servants bowing their heads, but they did not dare to take Qingyiluan down.
In the morning, the mountain fog has not dissipated.
Yan Xing never thought that fighting Chen Yi was a big deal. When he was in Xihuafeng, he often fought with Jun Yu, and he would fight when he was interested. What was the big deal? That's why when he rushed from the restaurant to the foot of Chongming Mountain and watched the battle of the crowd, he was very puzzled. Why are there so many people here? Are you all busy recently? Looking from a distance, I saw Chen Yi sitting on the high platform, surrounded by several elders Lianjian and Ye Cheng.
Someone recognized him, and a commotion broke out in the crowd. People saluted one after another, and the crowd split to both sides, leaving a path for him.
"Come here! Old Ancestor Yan is here!"
For a time, "Master Yan", "Uncle Yan" and "Patriarch Yan" were all called, and he was so frightened that he woke up with alcohol.
Immediately, a Taoist boy came to lead the way and served tea, and led him to the seat on the high platform, which made him a little uncomfortable, and waved his hand: "If you don't sit, just say a word and leave."
Chen Yi and the others stood up to greet Yan Xing: "Don't come here and be safe, fellow Daoist Yan."
Yan Xing looked at it: "Sect Master Qu hasn't come?"
Both of us have family members who are the masters of the house, and if we don't come, we can be considered to be in the same situation.
Unexpectedly, Chen Yi looked happy: "Dui Yan is pregnant, I let her have a miscarriage at home."
"… "
Chen Yi doesn't talk much, but whenever he mentions his wife, he always wants to say a few more words: "Pui Yan also said that losing and winning is a matter of fate, so it's the right thing to go home early to accompany her to have a miscarriage."
"… "
Yan Xing Wangtian, Sect Master Song told me not to go back if I can't win.
He had to wave his hand again: "Show them staring like a monkey, it can't be beaten. Go, go up the mountain."
Everyone under the high stage could not hear what they said, but they all fell into inexplicable excitement. They only knew that they had missed this time, and I wondered if they would be able to see such a grand event in this life. The two figures in the crowd's attention were fading, and their traces were hard to find, and then they appeared on the Chongming Mountain more than a hundred feet away, and they did not walk the mountain road.
At dawn today, the largest gambling house in Yecheng opened a bet, and the foreign practitioners rushed to place their bets, and the line was lined up on the long street. More people did not dare to join in. After all, it is a customary folk entertainment to make a bet during a flower-folding meeting, but it is a bit disrespectful to the strong to dare to gamble at this level of engagement. If you anger Cangya Mountain or Lianjian Sect, you will be in trouble.
Yin Biyue pulled Luo Mingchuan to sit on the roof by the autumn lake, bought a jar of good wine, and looked at the mist-shrouded Chongming Mountain in the distance. His eyes crossed the nearby Qiuhu Lake, the crowd of people in the distance, and through the mountain fog, he saw the two people greet each other on the top of the mountain. The battle between himself and Chen Yi a hundred years ago seemed to be dusted off, and it came alive in an instant.
He sighed: "Shuangdao embraces the moon, long time no see."
Cheng Tianyu stood at the foot of the mountain, his breath was calm, and he was able to retract it freely. Although he was very close to the crowd, no one had noticed him.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes closed, and the noise all over his body faded away. He felt the sword intent rising into the sky in the clouds and mist, like a raging turbulence, and a large river hung upside down on Chongming Mountain. With a stern sound, another sword light was bright and bright, that is, the bright moon hangs high, and the moon reflects the thousand rivers. The two contended, the True Yuan Hedging tore the sea of clouds apart, and the remaining sword intent flowed down from the gaps in the clouds.
But suddenly he heard a sigh: "The cultivation level is rising fast, why don't you grow taller?" He was shocked, turned back to see the person who was coming, and then let go of the hand that subconsciously held the hilt of the sword.
The man was wearing a long silk robe with gold thread, a dragon jade pendant around his waist, and a burning peach blossom was painted on the folding fan. Dressed in exaggerated and colorful clothes, with a smile that is not a smile, he doesn't look like a serious person, but the servants behind him are full of murderous aura.
Cheng Tianyu glared at him for a moment, then turned his head and said nothing.
Duan Chongxuan thought to himself, how could this person not look alike? He leaned over, lowered his voice, and blocked it with a fan: "I'll let someone open a game in the city, will you bet?"
Cheng Tianyu was startled, he had never played these tricks before, but it sounded very interesting, and he couldn't help itching. I didn't even know how to ask the odds of the handicap, so I took out a wallet: "I don't have a bank note, you can help me bet twenty spirit stones."
"Twenty is enough. I will give you two hundred. Who do you want to bet on?"
Cheng Tianyu originally wanted to bet Yan Xingxing, but he couldn't see him straightening his back under his wealthy appearance: "I bet Brother Chen."
"Yes. Anyway, I'm the dealer, so I can't lose."
Cheng Tianyu didn't speak and ran behind Zhong Shan.
Zhong Shan looked over for unknown reasons, only to see Duan Chongxuan swinging his fan and smiling, "It's a pity that I didn't see Sect Master Song today."
Zhong Shan nodded as a courtesy: "Sect Master is very busy."
Duan Chongxuan sighed a pity for his third senior brother, and Shi Shiran left Chongming Mountain after leaving Qinglu and the other two.
He shook his fan and walked along the bustling Yecheng Great Street. Bailongyu suit, walking calmly.
Time flies, Yecheng has more than doubled its expansion, but the city still looks like the old days. The wine flags were swaggering on the high-rise buildings, and the streets were full of cars and horses.
He walked from the noisy downtown in the north of the city to the deep alley of the mansion of a big family in the south of the city, and suddenly touched his chin: "Am I getting old? I don't look good?"
Along the way, why do I look at my girl now, not as much as before.
The generals dressed as servants immediately bowed and handed over: "Master will never grow old, and his longevity is equal to the sky."
Duan Chongxuan was speechless and choked up, no matter what he asked, "Shou and Tian Qi" is a compliment to the old man who has the opportunity to flatter.
The tallest in the No. 1 male city in the Southern Land is not the towering city wall, but the terrace of the City Lord's Mansion.
At this time, Ye Zhiqiu stood there watching this scene, and thought amusingly: "The emperor has been so powerful for a long time, even if he has a gentle appearance on the face, it's like skin and bones, who would dare to look at you?"
The old butler glanced at the sun: "Master, you have been standing for a long time, please pay attention to your body."
The valet respectfully stepped forward to hold an umbrella, Ye Zhiqiu patted the railing, turned around, and the housekeeper helped him down the high platform, and a group of guards followed behind him. The Young City Lord Ye An renovated the terrace ten years ago and sent someone to install a sophisticated lift, but Ye Zhiqiu still went up and down step by step.
The people in Yecheng have lived here for generations, the weather is good and the weather is good, and they talk about the world. In their hearts, Lord City Lord is almost a god, and God will never grow old.
But Ye Zhiqiu was really old.
Master Wuwang passed away for many years. Mr. Zhang Yuan left the academy three years ago. Some people speculate that Mr. is a breakthrough opportunity, and more people think that his deadline is approaching and he wants to return to his hometown.
Years come to the public, heroes are twilight, and beautiful women are white-headed.
This is no longer the era when they call the wind and call the rain with one hand and draw their swords in high spirits.
Ye Zhiqiu got up very early today, sent someone to fetch the city lord's attire when he offered sacrifices to the sky, the servants dressed him neatly, layered upon layers, with complicated accessories.
He said: "A distinguished guest came to the door today."
Ye An hadn't seen his father wearing a sword for many years, and couldn't help but be nervous: "Is the visitor an enemy or a friend?"
"It's an old friend."
Ye Zhiqiu watched on the terrace for three hours before coming down. He waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to support him any more. He stood up and brushed off his robes. He took the crutches handed by the servant and strode calmly.
"Open the door."
This sound is full of true essence, not like an old man at dusk. Spreading far and wide, the huge city lord's mansion is like falling, and everyone's heart is stunned.
The hierarchy here is strict and the rules are harsh. The young city master usually enters and walks through the side door facing the long street. The rest of the family can only walk through the side door facing the alley, and the next person walks through the small door in the backyard. For ten years, the city lord has not traveled, and there is no honorable guest who can open the main gate of the city lord's mansion.
"Clang-dang-"
The old vermilion door was opened by the four guards, making a dull sound, and dust was flying everywhere. Outside the main door was a wide street, which could accommodate four carriages. This street belongs to the City Lord's Mansion. It is not crowded on weekdays. There are black armored city guards on duty day and night. The door is facing the main road of the house, and the two guards are next to each other, all in full armor with knives.
Hearing his father's voice, Ye An came out of the front hall and walked onto the main road. Wherever he passed, the guards on both sides of the road saluted and followed him. The sound of the armor was uniform as he walked, and the mighty greeted the large gate of the mansion. .
Ye Anli stood three steps away from the door, staring at the empty street. His father is very senior, and there are very few great practitioners of his generation in the world. Who is the "old friend" who is here today? When entering the palace gate, if you come in a big chariot, do you want him to get off the chariot? If you are in a sedan chair, how should you ask the other person to get off the sedan chair
His face was calm, his body was tense, his inner coercion contained, and he didn't say a word.
In the late spring and early summer, the bright sunlight shines through the locust outside the mansion, and the shadows of the trees sway. There was a distant bell from the ferry in the north of the city, and it rang faintly three times, and then he heard footsteps, scattered and disorderly, like walking in a leisurely courtyard.
I saw a young man who was swinging a fan from the corner of the street. As he walked, his robes were facing the wind, and the brilliance of his brocade and white robes was flowing, and it was very dazzling in the sunlight.
The young man approached with a gentle smile and bowed his hands to him.
Ye An greeted him: "There is something important in the mansion today, I dare to ask your Excellency..."
The look in his eyes to the young master suddenly couldn't go on. He has followed Ye Zhiqiu since he was a child, and he has seen a lot in the world, and it is not bad to know people and decide things. The person in front of him is a young face, but he can't tell his age. Time seems to be powerless on him, and the notch of the wind and frost sword can't be kept. Although he was smiling, his whole body showed an indifferent majesty, which was shocking.
The man said, "I'm looking for your father."
The city lord's mansion is very large, Ye Zhiqiu walked through the winding corridor, passed the martial arts field and pavilions, and strode to the front of the main hall.
I saw a long figure stepping over the threshold. Under the half-light and half-dark light and shadow, the sound of "Shu La" put away the folding fan, stood with his hands behind his back, and said solemnly: "It's been a long time, City Lord Ye."
At that moment, Ye Zhiqiu thought he saw Duan Shengan. Duan Sheng'an, who had not been injured and succeeded to the throne soon after, was Qi Yuxuan. The next moment, the person in front of him laughed, and the shadows in his memory were beaten to pieces, leaving only an idle, completely unfamiliar appearance.
Only then did he come back to his senses - Duan Shengan had been dead for many years, and even Duan Chongxuan was not young.
He glanced at the dark city guards, waved his hands tiredly, and asked Ye An to take them down. Since the other party entered the palace alone, he didn't have to put up such a big battle.
"Please-"
The two entered the living room side by side. There were guest seats on the east and west sides. The two Taishi chairs under the plaque were the main seats, and Duan Chongxuan occupied one of them without notice.
Ye Zhiqiu thought, like your father, the whole world is your home.
The housekeeper finished serving the tea himself, but was stopped by the guest: "Please stay."
Ye Zhiqiu paused while taking the tea cup.
Duan Chongxuan took out two things from his sleeve, handed over the bank note, and put the booklet on the table.
"A total of three thousand six hundred taels, all here."
The City Lord's Mansion is naturally not short of 3,600 taels, but the housekeeper did not know why, so he beat a drum in his heart, looked at the old man's color, took the silver note with both hands, said "Thank you", and bowed out.
There were only two people left in the hall. Ye Zhiqiu picked up the booklet and opened it. The paper was flimsy and yellowed. When he was a teenager, he had summoned Qingyi Luan in Yecheng. The road was damaged and the house collapsed. I didn't expect to get it back today.
He couldn't help feeling a lot: "This was originally sent to your father."
Duan Chongxuan took a sip of tea: "The father's debt is repaid by the son."
After a whole day and night, Ye Zhiqiu's mood finally improved.
A lot of people have come to town recently. Not surprisingly, the battle between Yan Xing and Chen Yi was set at Chongming Mountain, and Yecheng was crowded with people, ten times better than usual. But since yesterday, unfamiliar faces have been mixed in with the vendors and pawns on the street, the dealers of the casino, the runners of the restaurant, and the woman holding the child under the tree are all wrong. Those people's realm is far better than Ye Cheng's worship, but they willingly pretend to be idlers in the market and secretly protect their masters.
There are hundreds of great practitioners that he can see alone, and it is even more difficult to count the ones he can't see. This is Ye Zhiqiu's city, not the mountains and rivers of the Northern Continent, which makes him very uncomfortable.
It was not until Duan Chongxian entered the mansion alone and paid back the money when he came that he felt that this child was better than his father.
When Duan Shengan was alive, they only saw each other once in decades. Every time the Beilu Emperor came, he would go out to the palace in uniform, bring his own cook to arrange food and drink for the two of them, and order the servants in his house casually. When he saw any flower or tree that was not pleasing to the eye in Houhua Kingdom, he immediately sent people to transplant it elsewhere. There is no self-consciousness to be a guest at all.
Ye Zhiqiu couldn't bear it any longer: "I am the city owner, this is my mansion!"
He thought to himself, if you dare to reply "So what, I am the emperor", I will draw my sword and bet on the dignity of the city, even if I can't beat it.
But Duan Shengan said, "But we are friends."
Shameless. Ye Zhiqiu held his breath and had nowhere to attack, scolding his eighth ancestors in his heart.
It's all from when I was young, and it reminds me of my previous life. Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a long time, drank tea, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the dust particles floating in the light and shadow.
"At that time, your father wanted to send you to me... I said I couldn't, I didn't have that ability. In my life, it would be amazing to be able to protect this city."
"The day he left, it rained a lot. He said he was going to the school to see Mr. Sir, but he didn't expect that, in the end, he sent you to Cangya Mountain."
When people are old, they always like to recall the past, but unfortunately the memories are scattered and the beads are not in a string. Duan Chongxuan listened to him quietly, then smiled and said, "I was pushed around by you guys back then and nobody wanted me? It's really pitiful."
Ye Zhiqiu also smiled, the fine lines at the end of his eyes became deeper and deeper, he looked at the person in front of him, just like looking at the younger generation who was in the midst of happiness: "What a pity, look at Ye An, my son, from the day he was born, he was destined to If you want to succeed the city lord, is it still up to him to choose?"
Originally it was fate, but Duan Sheng'an worked hard to find another way for his son.
It is impossible for Duan Chongxuan to be unclear.
Back then, Liu Chaoshuang crossed the floating sea at night to save him. If he was willing to return to Cangya, he would only be a disciple of Xi Huafeng, and even the North Emperor would not be able to hurt him. If he wants to fight for the throne, it will become his own business, Cangya Mountain will not help him, and Juggernaut will not take action.
But how did he choose? Standing in front of the towering imperial city gate, he bowed to Liu Yushuang, senior sister, and sent it here.
The ambush and assassination along the way, neither killed him nor frightened him. After all, he still climbed the high platform of the palace, looking at thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, holding a beacon fire spear.
At that time he said, "I have never been afraid."
The current Duan Chongxuan sighed, "I have a choice, but unfortunately I didn't."
Ye Zhiqiu frowned: "I don't understand, why did you go back to the Northland?"
"When it's time for me to go back, I'll go back. I can't look at the country my father is guarding and give it to others."
"The bloodline of the royal family is unparalleled, and the inheritor will be short-lived, aren't you afraid?"
When the other party was in Yecheng, the young man was romantic, the 28 girls all over the city liked him, and every owner of the casino restaurant knew him. This kind of temperament gives him infinite power and worship, which is comparable to a long life and a hundred years of playing in the world.
Ye Zhiqiu asked casually. He used to chat with Duan Shengan without any taboos, but to Duan Chongxuan's face, this question was already sharp.
He put down the tea cup and watched the brown tea soup sway, his expression suddenly indifferent.
"My destiny is in me, and the destiny is in me, what is there to be afraid of?"
"Young people shouldn't be so angry, think about it, today is just to pay back the money, there's nothing to ask?"
Duan Chongxuan was silent for a while, and his aura disappeared without a trace: "City Lord Ye, you are my father's friend, what do you think I want to ask?"
"Many years ago, I can't remember the many karmic entanglements... I just remember that your mother was actually a demon cultivator, and she came to kill your father."
"… I see."
When he was a child, he thought that his father was omnipotent, but why did he kill his wife and send his son thousands of miles away? Now that he has been on the throne for all these years, he also understands that there are every last resort in the world, and the emperor has the most last resort.
The swinger pushed open the door and went out, unfolded the folding fan and shook it, seeing the pavilions scattered, green, fat, red and thin, like a late spring scene.
He turned his head and thanked him: "What a nuisance, farewell."
Ye Zhiqiu watched his back walk away. In this way, it doesn't look like him at all, not like his father, so good.
Liu Lishuang was still practicing on the mountain, and he didn't feel bored, but the Sword Master couldn't see it.
"It's time for you to accept an apprentice. If an apprentice is filial to you, life will be comfortable."
Liu bullying thought, but I don't need my apprentice to buy me wine, cakes and bunny lights.
But she still went down the mountain, because she believed that what Master said always made sense. When she returned to the school to teach, she really met the younger generation who closed her eyes. The little girl smiled with a cute pear vortex: "How do you see me? I want to learn Taoism with you."
Liu Baishuang's apprenticeship process was even more hasty than that of Juggernaut, and everything was pleasing to the eye: "Let's go then."
The little girl immediately changed her mind: "Master, I also borrowed a few books from the library, and we'll leave after returning them."
After all, Liu bullying had stayed in the academy for quite a while, but she had yet to go to the library. I just heard that the books there are vast and all-encompassing.
"I'll accompany you." The building is three stories high, and the tall bookshelves are lined up one after another, with no end in sight. The little girl went to the deacon to return the book, and Liu bullying walked around the bookshelves at will, looking around.
When she went up to the third floor, she paused, closed her eyes, and her breath changed quietly. She stepped on the steps and walked steadily. The third floor was still densely packed with bookshelves, except for a person standing at the end of the bookshelves. The man also saw her and put down the book in his hand.
The two were separated by more than ten feet and greeted each other from a distance. I don't know when, the breeze outside the window calmed down.
"Teacher—" The little girl came up to look for Liu Baishuang, but she lost her voice inexplicably when she saw this scene, as if she was strangled by the throat. After that person finished the salute, he picked up the book again, wiped it with a silk cloth, and Liu Bullshuang also turned around and went downstairs.
There was nothing to say all the way, until they walked out of the school, the little girl finally regained her senses, and then said in fear: "Master, who was that just now?"
"Many years ago, he came to the foot of Cangya Mountain and fought with my third junior brother."
The little girl exclaimed: "So powerful... Then he finally lost?"
So you came to the library to do a sweeping
Liu bullying looked back at the school's eaves: "No, he won."
"Master, where are we going now?"
"Take you around and take a walk around."
The little girl tugged at her sleeve: "Then can we go to Donglu?"
"Why are you going to Donglu?"
"I have a friend who lives there, and I promise she will definitely go back to see her." Liu bullying was silent for a moment: "Okay."
"Master is so nice!"
"...I have friends there too, let's go."
"Are you good friends?"
"Yes."
"Have not seen you for a long time?"
"Yes."
On the boat to Donglu, she sent her apprentice to a friend's house, warmed the wine and dimmed the lights, and came out of the window with laughter and laughter. And she was alone and continued to the east.
The snow field is still falling snow, one after another, like the cold willows scattered on the outskirts of Tai'an.
After a hundred years, Liu Bullying finally stood in this snowy field again—the place where he lived as a child, where he once fought, and where he never wanted to come back.
The place where Yuzhan's eyebrows are buried.
The white snow fell on the monument, and when I reached out and brushed it away, the inscription on the iron-painted silver hook revealed the tomb of the old friend Yu Zhanmei.
She used to talk less, but at this time, she seemed to be influenced by her apprentice and wanted to say something for no reason.
"I think it's better than the Golden Palace. It's quiet and undisturbed. What do you think?"
"I've never understood that you can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south when you go out, and you can't tell the difference between salt and sugar when cooking. It all depends on your clothes and voice. You are so stupid, how can you be the palace lord?"
No one answered her, and the wind howled between heaven and earth.
"what-"
A long howl suddenly sounded on the snowfield, at first hearing Qingyue, but at the end it was heart-wrenching. The echoes shook the dead branches and snow, the ice hangings shattered into powder, and fell onto the woman's full chest.
Once the barrier of life and death was broken, greed, hatred, delusion and resentment were all gone, and a great way was achieved.
You are gaining and losing all your life, and what you lose is always more than what you gain.