The snow was falling silently for a whole day. The world is dyed with a touch of crystal, although the cold is strong, but the market is not far away from the hot steam, and the air is wafting with a strong smell of the New Year. The prosperous city of Yangzhou still stands majestically on the bank of the Yangtze River. Look down at the big waves and sweep away the eternal romance, and look up at the Beidou. At the end of the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Yang recruited 300,000 laborers to connect the canal here. The story of the Son of Heaven boating, the surname Yang Liu on the riverside has been more than 100 years, and the world has been vicissitudes of life.

"Ahem", a tall and thin teenager walked out of the snow. The cat bent on its waist and kept coughing, as if it was infected with a cold. It is close to the canal and the docks are dotted. Merchant ships come and go frequently. The boy spotted an old man on the side of the road at a glance.

The old man is over the age of six, and like the young man, he is also ragged. At first glance, he knew that he was a down-and-out person. The old man pushed an iron oven, and from time to time hot swelled out. In this snowy weather, the steaming fog can be seen from afar.

The old man also saw him at this time, and said with a joking smile: "Xiaofeng, how is it? What kind of work do you have today? It doesn't matter, I have a good business today, I invited you to dinner." ”

The boy who was called Xiaofeng smiled awkwardly. Now he is helpless, like a lonely ghost. On weekdays, he barely does a few odd jobs on the dock to make ends meet. Most of the time, the shipowner often thinks he is weak and unwilling to work for him. When you are down, you even need to beg for help along the street. Fortunately, at that time, the atmosphere was civilized and prosperous, and kind-hearted people abounded, so they would not starve to death. This baker has the same illness as him, and often gives him baked cakes to eat.

The embarrassed look on the young man's face gradually faded, and he had a bit of brilliance, and said: "What kind of person am I with the wind, how can I let my brother be the boss every time? As he spoke, he pulled it out of his chest. However, after digging it out many times, only one copper plate was taken out. The clothes were already thin with the wind, and when the cold wind blew and the snow soaked, he immediately sneezed.

With the wind full of disbelief, I want to pay some more "silver". The old man took his hand, skillfully plucked two baked cakes from the wall of the stove, wrapped them in leather paper neatly, and stuffed them into his arms. said: "What relationship do we have, if you can't find it, forget it, this time I originally said that I invited it." Hey, it's a pity, brother, I'm incompetent, so I can only ask you to eat baked cakes. “

The fiery baked cake is placed on the chest, which is warm and moving. In the cold winter of Sanjiu, the snow in the sky cannot be said to be warm and cooling. With the wind, his nose was sore, and he actually cried.

Since he was a child, since the death of his parents, no one has been so good to him. The feeling of being lost for a long time had been wrapping around him, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only say thank you, turn around and plunge into the wind and snow again.

The back of the wind gradually sank into the goose feather snow, little by little, and disappeared. The old man cleaned up the small things in three and two times. There was a faint thought in his mouth: "Closing the stall, the transaction is done...... done"

"Qing Xuan is so idle, go to the mortal dust to sell baked cakes, Kunlun doesn't care about things?"

The old man raised his head and moved slowly. In that short moment, there seemed to be an inexplicable blue light swept across the old man's vicissitudes of life. The old man's eyes were indifferent, as deep as the starry sky. Where is it like an ordinary old man?

In front of the old man stood a young Taoist. Although his face is tender, he is full of heaviness, and his bearing is introverted, as gentle as a spring breeze. If you pay close attention, you can see that the snowflakes seem to have eyes, and as soon as they get close to him, they slanted away from him. It doesn't look jarring, it's weird.

The old man didn't think it was strange, and in the depth of his eyes, there was a sudden glow like electricity. Wan Er smiled and said, "Everything in the world is within the Tao. Brother Yiyun, when we reach such a realm, is there anything in the world that we can't see?"...,

Yiyun also smiled, and the surrounding charm was warm. Said: "What Brother Dao said is very true, but the three hundred years are coming, and the same Dao is imminent, I don't know if Brother can be prepared? Although it may not be true, it is not to be underestimated. Besides, they also have the Demon Sect to help. I don't know if I can keep this heavenly book?"

Qing Xuan's eyes closed slightly, and a bit of floating qi unconsciously dispersed. Then he opened it suddenly, and Yiyun only felt that the brilliance around him flashed, and this side of the world had been separated by Qing Xuan's Dao method. "It's okay, the poor road covering the sky has been a little small. Qing Xuan said, his tone was flat. His face suddenly became a little more angry. It looks quite childlike and rejuvenated.

Yiyun was shocked in his heart, and he became more and more puzzled about this Kunlun Sect. It's just that when he heard that he had practiced to cover the sky, he sighed lightly in his heart, and this time there was no suspense in the same argument.

"Who was that young man just now, ......, why didn't Brother Dao find out his identity?"

"There's no need, this Daqian Shijie, after all, he still has to realize it himself. Qingxuan's eyes were like water, and he said.

The light voice could not penetrate the terrible north wind, and it was intermittent, and when I wanted to hear it, there was already nothing.

Holding the baked cake in his arms, Suifeng was inevitably a little excited, and his steps were getting faster and faster, plus it was almost dusk at this time, and the shops everywhere were making proofs. Although the snow is heavy, there is still a remnant sun like blood coiling in the sky. The streets are busy, and who will pay attention to him?

"Ouch, it hurts!" he groaned as he walked forward, not wanting to bump into anyone else.

The person who was hit was also a "ouch". Then, there was a "huh". Sui Feng heard a suspicious sound, and then he looked up. As soon as I saw a face, I chuckled in my heart.

The person who was hit was also a teenager, the same age as the wind. Dressed in white, he looks very elegant. Even in such a cold winter, with a folding fan in his hand and a long sword straddling his waist, I don't know if it's for decoration or if he really knows swordsmanship. This person, Suifeng has known him since he was a child, his name is Liu Jin, and he is the young master of the Liu family in Yangzhou City.

In the past, Suijia and Liu Furniture were prominent families in Yangzhou. It's just that later, for some reason, Suifeng's parents suddenly died. Most of the birds and beasts scattered with the family, and the family wealth was nowhere to be found. At this point, Yangzhou Zashili can compete with the Liu family. Originally, when he drifted in Yangzhou and saw the Liu family, he was all retreating, although he adapted to the down-and-down life, he couldn't let go of that little bit of dignity.

"I should be some kind of stinky beggar who doesn't open my eyes, isn't this the young master of the Sui family? How could I end up in this field?" Liu Jin mocked. As he spoke, he waved his right hand and made a gesture. The two family members were immediately satisfied, one on one side, forming a three-sided encirclement with the wind.

Seeing that the two family members are all tall and big, the muscles on their arms are strong, the green tendons are exposed, and their faces are fierce, obviously they are all practitioners. Sui Feng couldn't help but take a step back, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Liu Jin, snorted, "You stained my white clothes, is it possible to leave like this?" Sui family has a big business, presumably the money for a piece of clothing must be a drop in the bucket in the eyes of Young Master Sui. ”

"I ...... How can I have money......" Sui Feng looked at Liu Jin, and there was indeed a black stain on his chest, which seemed to be caused by himself. I panicked even more, and took a step back.

"No money?" Liu Jin's face was fierce, how could he still be a little elegant?"No money and still be so blind?" said and kicked Suifeng in the chest. This kick was fast and hard, and as soon as Sui Feng saw it, he felt a sudden shock in his chest, and he flew out.

What's even more strange is that Sui Feng faintly felt that the place where his chest was kicked seemed to be some air flow that kept drilling inward. Then the five organs in the body wandered around, and the heart hurt suddenly, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out. Blood poured on the snow, bright red, dazzling. Sui Feng just looked at it in a daze, and the anger in his heart surged again and again. However, then there was another lament, and he could be said to be powerless, except to dodge and endure. He clenched his fists, but he was unwilling to compromise. ...,

Liu Jin's kick was not heavy, but it only used a little internal force, so the power was so great. Watching Suifeng struggle to sit up, he never felt so happy in his heart, so he rushed over and picked Suifeng up again. Raising your hand is a punch.

Sui Feng was carried in his hand, there was no room to dodge, and this punch could not be dodged no matter what. At this moment, a loud shout came, "Young Master!"

Hearing this, Liu Jin was startled, and his fist stopped in front of Suifeng. Liu Jin couldn't help but get a little angry, and turned his head, "Who is it!"

A middle-aged man walked over step by step, hugged his fist at Liu Jinyi, and said, "Young master, Madame told you to go back to dinner." The master is also a little angry, you better go home quickly. He faced Liu Jin, but the rest of his eyes was staring at Suifeng, Suifeng saw his face, and felt as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember anything.

Liu Jin took a deep breath and glared at the middle-aged man fiercely. After a long time, he said: "Martial Master Wang, don't just use the old lady to press me casually, you have to remember that you are just a martial artist!"

Liu Jinyi shook off the wind and left with the two family members. Watching them gradually walk away, Sui Feng looked at the middle-aged man with some doubts, and only a vague fragment of memory was in his mind.

"Are you?" Sui Feng was stunned, and muttered in his mouth: Martial Master Wang, Martial Master Wang...... "Are you Uncle Changming?" After he finished speaking, he saw that the originally tall middle-aged man trembled all over his body, as if he had a little more Xiao Suo.

"Xiaofeng has suffered all these years. It's Uncle Changming who didn't take good care of you, and I'm sorry for your father. It's just that this is not the place to talk, go, go to me and talk. Wang Changming looked around, always feeling unsafe.

Sui Feng was led by Changming, and left this place in three and two turns. From the bustling area near the canal to the somewhat sparsely populated East Town.

The snow in the sky is still so heavy, but it can't cover the past. At the beginning of the lanterns, the night market began, and when I was on the road, I looked at the prosperity of those spring breezes for thirty miles. Suifeng feels very real, but it is very false. It's like a dream, but it's not a dream, because dreams don't have that real pain.

In front of me is a two-storey attic with carved wooden beams, although it is not towering, but it is particularly tasteful. Such classical, such charm, although Yangzhou is not the south of the Yangtze River, but there is a taste of fireworks.

Changming opened the door and let Suifeng inside. The interior is just as chic. There are high candles in the four corners, and there are pots of orchids by the window, faint and quiet, and I sniffed deeply with the wind. Breathe the aroma to his chest, and the pain that had been lingering is lightened.

Changming looked at Sui Feng's face a little pale, and asked, "You don't care, right?" Liu Jin, this kid's martial arts are extraordinary, although he didn't kill him, he didn't take it lightly. Come on, I'll take a look. As he spoke, he took Suifeng's hand. Put three fingers on his wrist, this is the traditional way of trumpeting the pulse, Wang Changming is just a rough medical way, and he can only barely feel the pulse.

After a long time, Changming took a deep breath. "What's the matter, Uncle Changming, is there anything wrong?" Changming pondered for a moment and said slowly: "There is nothing wrong with saying it, it's just that he used internal force with that kick." Even if it is not heavy, it should have some impact on the inner government. You still have a strong pulse, and you don't look like you're hurt at all. What's even stranger is that the internal force he left in your body disappeared silently. It's a bit strange that you don't know martial arts. However, it is not a big deal. You rest first, and I'll make you a pot of tea. ”

Sui Feng nodded and looked around. The room is so elegant, it is indeed very different from the style of a martial artist like Changming. As he was looking around the room, he suddenly noticed a very strange picture hanging on the wall. The whole picture is divided into sixty-four sheets, and each one has a line of small letters with a fly's head, such as "The water is full and flooded, and the sky is monstrous." Something like that. Sui Feng felt a little novel, those were all sentences from the Book of Changes, he had studied them since he was a child, but these strange patterns were the first time he had seen them. Changming went to make tea, and it took a lot of effort to boil water, so he read all these strange pictures and words with the wind.

Suifeng has been qualified since he was a child, and he can remember all kinds of books and poems once he reads them. Strange to say, the "Book of Changes" is already difficult to understand, and the hexagram is even more incomprehensible, but after reading it with the wind, it is deeply imprinted in the brain, and there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Just as he was in a trance, Changming came over with a pot of tea. "This is a hexagram in the I Ching, which is very difficult to understand. Changming smiled.

"Take a sip of tea first, I have something important to tell you. Chang Ming laughed dryly, his expression suddenly became cold, and his voice was also dyed with a trace of sadness.