In the winter of the first year of the Zhou Empire, there was a snowfall in Weicheng.

For this military frontier city located in the northwest frontier region of the Great Zhou Empire, the next snow did not seem to be a surprise. Because the snow was falling yesterday, and it was falling the day before yesterday. Maybe it will fall tomorrow, and it will fall the day after tomorrow. It will continue to rain until the beginning of spring next year, and the spring tide and rain will not stop.

But this unremarkable snowfall, which would fall every winter, broke the silence of the Great Zhou Empire for decades.

This snow is like a stone smashed into a calm lake, and it is also like a soldering iron thrown into the icy water. Layers of ripples and misty mist were arrogantly pressed down on the Great Zhou Empire.

In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. And the first snowflake that caused the giant avalanche of the Great Zhou Empire fell from the Yumen Pass, which was not far from Weicheng. But they are not innocent, because the people who are experiencing this avalanche, the people who are struggling to survive under this avalanche are innocent.

As the first snowflake, the 12 Beimang troops led by Rong Xu Xuan, the god of the Beimang army, broke through Loulan, a vassal state of the Zhou Empire, overnight under the cover of strong winds and heavy snow, and pointed their troops at Yumen Pass, the northwest gate of the Zhou Empire.

It is not so much that this great battle is like a snowflake falling on the northwest border of the Zhou Empire, but that this snowflake is just a signal that winter is coming. Then the avalanche begins. It is the arrival of winter that freezes through the grass and bones.

At the same time, in order to cooperate with Beimang's actions, the five countries of southern Xinjiang, the islands of the East China Sea, and the demons of Xirong fought the border of Zhou State. Trying to follow Beimang and put the last fire on this behemoth that was about to fall apart in their eyes.

The state of Zhou, which had been peaceful on the border for decades, once again ushered in the attack of a swarm of ants.

And the final result is whether the lion crushes the ant colony to death or the ants divide the male lion and eats it, these winter falls do not care, he only cares about food and vegetables, raising cats, feeding dogs, and chopping firewood every day......

The flames of war at Yumen Pass are still burning, the business of a tavern is getting colder and colder, as there is no temperature again, as if the sun is slowly rising with the belly of a dead fish, and the pedestrians on both sides of the official road are gradually increasing, and the servants of large families are carrying compartments and pushing carts to move things to the master's house. Escape from this place as soon as possible. These people don't buy Dongluo's water wine, so he can't lift the spirit to greet everyone.

"Brother Luo, when are you leaving? We will go out of the city tonight, and I heard my mother say that we are going to Luoyang, the capital, to join a distant cousin, do you want to go with us! If it is late, the curfew in Weicheng will not be able to leave. "On the side of the official road, a young man on a horse came with a whip on his horse.

"Doudou, you guys go first! When I finish selling the wine in this shop, I'll go to Luoyang again." Dongluo put down a scroll in his hand and touched the black cat in his arms.

He was greeted by the youngest son of the former city Zhang Dahu's family, and it is said that a distant relative was a petty official in Luoyang, the capital of the gods. Presumably, this escape is to go to him!

"The war is about to be fought at the doorstep, every family is fleeing, who has the spare money to buy your bad wine!" Doudou said as he took a few more steps forward, turned around, and pointed to the ground with a leather whip.

"Doudou, although this wine is inferior, it is strong. Go back and send someone to hold an altar to rinse Uncle Zhang's mouth. Dongluo touched the black cat in his hand and replied. Zhang Doudou is a leader in the county school, and when the township has tried it, he will have the opportunity to be promoted by the county and go to the capital to participate in the scientific examination. It is said that he has also had his first glimpse of the path during his cultivation and is about to enter the path of cultivation. In front of such promising young people, ordinary people dare not put on any stinky shelves. But that certainly doesn't include winter falls.

When Dongluo's father-in-law, Lao Chen, the original owner of this tavern, was still there, he also sent him to the county school to study, but he thought that the content of the master in the county school was boring and boring, and it was far less fun than the grass that the cattle and sheep had eaten. He taught the master in the county school orally, and after the county school left a great reputation, he left without wind and rain.

Lao Chen sees that he is also smart, and he can settle accounts, so if he doesn't go, he won't go! In these years, there are many people who read, but there are even more people who don't read. I have never seen people who read to death, and I have never seen people who have not read starve to death. Not everyone is alive and well.

In the end, Old Man Chen was gone. He personally taught him archery, horse riding, and martial arts fighting, hoping that he would have the slightest power to protect himself at this border. Don't go into the dead man's heap again. This was what he thought when he picked up the young Dongluo from the pile of dead, but he never thought that he himself had advanced to the pile of dead.

"Brother Xie Luo, I'll send someone to pick it up when I go back, my father doesn't love anything else, just like you!" Zhang Doudou said goodbye to Dongluo with a smile, patted his mount, and dissolved into the snow.

"Alas!" Dongluo sighed, placed the black cat on a polished wine table, picked up an old book in his hand again, and began to read.

The book had become dilapidated, apparently due to frequent reading, and the handwriting on the worn-out title page was soaked in wine, oil, and sweat that was no longer legible, except for the three words of the sentimental chapter.

"There is breath between heaven and earth, and there is breath between one and a half, which is for aura. Cultivators can absorb the aura that escapes from all over the place in the dantian through their minds, and officially step into the realm of cultivation. ”

"Breathe?" Dongluo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and after the air with snow particles was briefly heated in his mouth and throat, a stream of cold poured into his chest. He coughed irritated, and it took a long time for him to recover.

Looking at the hot air slowly rising from his mouth, he muttered, "The breath between heaven and earth? The wind moves with the air and is born when it meets the fire. The qi is dispersed by the wind, and the boundary water stops. ”

What is the wind? What is the air? Winter fell and slowly closed his eyes and began to silently feel the breath of heaven and earth.

Time always makes people unintentional or soft, and as winter passes day after day, there are few living people left in Weicheng. Everywhere there are crumbling walls, and the dilapidated doors and windows silently tell the story of the once when it was not prosperous, let alone the dilapidated status quo.

Dongluo used a broom to sweep aside the snow that had just fallen in front of a tavern the previous night, and cleared a path that was barely walkable. Standing on the edge of the tavern fence with a broomstick, he watched the figures or two that walked by from time to time on the official road.

Occasionally, I would say hello to passers-by and chat a few words.

The fleeing army has been gone for more than a month, and now most of these people are old, weak, sick and disabled, either unable to keep up with the pace of the large army and falling behind, or they are reluctant to give up their own bit of industry, and still hold the hope that the army of Zhou will be rejected from the country.

However, with the collapse of the Yumen Pass, the Yumen Pass, Yunzhong County, which was facing the iron hooves of the North Mang, panicked. And this panic, which can obviously threaten lives, looks like it is contagious no matter how you look at it, and those who try to stay and hold on to their industries have begun to pack their bags and embark on a journey to escape.

The path outside a tavern was clean, but Dongluo knew that today would be the same as yesterday, and no one would pass through it no matter how clean it was.

The sky was getting dark, and the winter fell to plug the latch of the door, and the business of the day was hastily ended. A dog, a cat, and a black ball lay on the mattress next to the stove, quietly watching the sparks crackling and burning in the hearth.

"Big black, two black, three black, when this winter is over, we will go to Luoyang. Ten years of nurturing grace, father and son, the old man's last wish I should fulfill for him, and I must complete it for him. Bi Jing, I am his only relative left in this world. Dongluo's eyes drooped, and his face with a little immaturity looked uncertain in the light of the firelight.

The big black dog opened his clear eyes, looked at the lost winter fall, and suddenly said: "Young master, it is not only you who he brought out of the pile of dead, but also me. Back then, I escorted you all the way to escape, was seriously injured, the realm plummeted, and almost died, if it weren't for him, we would all die, so we must fulfill his last wish for him. ”

Under the burning of the firewood, there is a special woody fragrance, as if the long-lasting memories have been hooked up with new old pains. Dongluo looked at the big black dog and said seriously: "That place, I will definitely go back." ”

"No, we will definitely go back. The big black dog said in a deep voice.

Dongluo nodded, and said to the black cat and black ball: "Erhei, Sanhei, although it is Dongyue who can't wake up, can you not sleep every day, you have to be diligent in cultivation, if I reach the age of twenty in the future, I still can't set foot on the path of cultivation, I have to rely on you to protect me." Look at you, you still can't even speak, don't you lose my face? Look at the demon pet of the old Wang family next door, it has only been a few months since he could speak. Dahei, you also have to guide them in their cultivation on weekdays. ”

The big black dog promised in a loud voice: "Young master, demon beasts can't speak until they reach the Demon Yuan Realm, and now they have only entered the Demon Spirit Realm for a short time, so they can speak so quickly!"

The fluffy Sanhei suddenly stretched out a pink and tender little hand, pointed at Dongluo, and then pointed at himself, and then turned around and shook Dongluo with his buttocks, as if to say, you are not as good as me, and you are embarrassed to say that we are really not ashamed.

Dongluo was amused by its strange and hilarious movements, and a faint sense of loss that had risen earlier gradually spread out of this small cold white house with this laughter, and then it was collected by the dark night.

Outside the house was white snow, and the night was dark. Inside the house is a bright light, and people who are about to fall asleep.

Like a bean's lamp fluttering in the wind, it will be extinguished.

Dongluo walked to the window, looked at the night sky, smiled freely, and whispered: "Old man, since you gave me a home, then wait for the spring of the next year." I'll send you home. This time, if someone still won't let you go home, then the son will make them have no home. ”

Dongluo raised a wine glass and said to the night sky: "You asked me to help you sell the wine, I sold it out, and the last pot left is for you and my father and son to drink! ”

Dongluo opened the window, threw the empty wine jug out of the window, and laughed: "When I go to Luoyang, I will definitely mix up my personal appearance." Never disgrace you. ”