September 12, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Far north, the city of the Falling Snow Emperor.

Autumn is always rainy and accompanied by cool breezes, and it lasts for several days. When the rain slanted, the loess earth became muddy, and the footprints of hurried pedestrians lined up. There are also marks of horse-drawn carriages.

Occasionally, the green leaves are trampled in the muddy ground, and most of them are crumbling in the wind and rain, gradually changing to the golden color characteristic of autumn.

In the autumn rain, outside the gate of the Falling Snow Emperor City, the green weeds everywhere looked particularly dull and lackluster because of the haze of the sky.

"Falling Snow Emperor City ......"

The woman muttered.

The woman was tall and tall, and her whole body was covered by a black robe. In the cool breeze and autumn rain, the woman's slender figure was slightly weak. The woman raised her head head-on, revealing her crystal skin like mutton fat nephrite, a few strands of green silk scattered in front of her smooth and beautiful forehead, her facial features were delicate like porcelain dolls, and her autumn-like eyes were full of tenderness.

Although it is in the great land of Nuo, although the Falling Snow Emperor City is not as prosperous and dreamy, it is not as brilliant and colorful as other cities.

But the Falling Snow Imperial City is, after all, the only Imperial City in the Far North. With the prestige of this "emperor" alone, he can stand on the front line of the entire world.

The black-robed woman walked all the way, through the quaint and hideous city gates, as she passed the statue-like guards. Overhead, there is a stone wall that shelters from the rain, like a short tunnel.

The black-robed woman's face lifted slightly, and the black hood suddenly slipped off, revealing a smooth satin-like green silk that swayed slightly in the cool breeze. The black-robed woman smiled, like a holy angel.

The black-robed woman's lips opened lightly and said softly.

"This fellow Daoist, may I ask...... Where is the snow mecca?"

Even the sculptural guards couldn't help but blush, but years of experience made the guards afraid to take a closer look at the woman in front of them.

But a lot of experience and accidents tell the guards.

Most of its unknown people are difficult to mess with, especially those with excellent figures. When God bestows a person with gifts, he is often equal to his appearance. Even so, the more beautiful a person is, the more unfathomable his talent becomes.

So, the guard pointed to the east.

The black-robed woman nodded in thanks, then hung up her hood and headed east. The wet boots stepped on the water-stained bluestone slab, gradually washing away the stains on the boots.

Pedestrians on the road are scattered in twos and threes, each holding up oil-paper umbrellas of different colors. Lonely in the rain are the trees on both sides of the road, which are tall and fluttering green willows, and occasionally the green leaves are washed away by the rain and scattered, falling on the bluestone slabs, no one cares.

There are also pedestrians like themselves, wearing black robes and hoods, like lonely travelers, burying their heads forward. If you go to a shop next to the street and ask for food, you will only say that you have come from afar, and most of them will give you a bowl of food.

There are thousands of avenues, there are bitterness, and there are also joyful faces.

People's hearts are full of variety, some elegant, and some obscure.

It's all a matter of choice.

When a person is carrying too much weight to move forward. If a person loses himself in warmth and is willing to fall. If a person is tormented and humiliated in the light, and goes to the darkness.

It's all about the choices made for survival.

The starting point of everything is good, but the horizon is different.

The black-robed woman looked at the rippling black-robed woman floating under the bluestone slab in the water stains. Standing dumbfounded, if you say that in this world, if everyone is equal, if you are as quiet as this street, then you will be like those ordinary people, marry a wife, and have children.

It was a dreamlike longing, a sour feeling that came to my heart all the time. I am looking forward to it all the time, and I am questioning it all the time...... Of course, it's just whining.

There is no starting over in life.

Some rejoice, others weep.

The black-robed woman trampled down, and the floating shadows in the water were the same. The picture is beautiful and clear, but it gradually becomes glazed, and even the surrounding scene is hazy and blurry.

The black-robed woman walked all the way through the streets that were not considered bustling, and if silence was the only theme, then why was the sound of the rain not a murmur?

I only feel that these sounds of autumn water are the source of quietness. Because of the damp and cool rain, there are fewer pedestrians, and it is heartily clear and holy, and even reassuring.

In the end, is there just a lack of pedestrians?

I don't feel tired of the rain-splashed branches and leaves, and nature should be like this, which is reassuring and intoxicating, like a beautiful fantasy village.

The black-robed woman thought like this and walked all the way.

After the downtown area, the last wet bluestone slab is stepped on, and there is a vast flat land covered with grass. When you step on it, you can feel the softness and delicacy of life. It is a passionate agitation from life, not a resignation and trembling, but a stubborn bounce to drive away those who dare to come.

The woman in the black robe didn't like these things.

Ignore it.

The holy land of falling snow, beyond the mountain gate.

It's not that there is anything peculiar, it's just that a huge stone monument stands here with vicissitudes of life and quaintness, which means that in front of the stone monument is the place where the snow falls in the holy land.

At this moment, the autumn rain is thick, dense and dense.

But there were still two disciples wearing raincoats and hoods, standing next to the stone monument. This is the task of the master, because it is because of the autumn rain, so the reward is more abundant, which is really a beautiful difference.

Due to the darkness of the sky and the fact that there was not much rain, even the monks who swallowed the essence could not see too far, and their divine sense was too draining on their spiritual energy.

It's just a guard, and now it's past the time to open the mountain gate. It's just standing here, even if there is a visit from a loved one in the Holy Land, it's just a good word to persuade you to leave.

Of course, the snow holy land is not the day when the mountain gate is opened, and the mountain entrance assessment is carried out as usual. The reason for this is very simple. First, the number of people directly determines the strength of a sect. Second, the Far North is vast and abundant, while humans can be called scarce.

There are only nearly 10,000 disciples in the Falling Snow Holy Land now, although the monks who can't practice now are as rare as a rarity, but the monks in the extreme north are simple in their thinking and don't like to give birth.

All living beings in this world are chasing freedom and not being fettered, and that kind of life like being imprisoned is unbearable for most people, so the number of casual practices in this world has reached an astonishing level. After all, killing people and grabbing treasures, unrestrained, and respecting the strong is the true portrayal of this world.

And the black-robed woman was standing in the rain at the moment. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, but the black robe swayed like the skirt of a Chinese girl in her twentieth decade, looking slender and weak, like a cold winter fragrant plum blooming in the wind and snow.

The black-robed woman stood in front of the giant stone monument, looking up, because of her posture, her pure and flawless face was under the eyes of the disciples guarding the mountain. The corners of the disciple's eyes shrank, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and his face showed shock.

The rain-soaked face of the black-robed woman was as lustrous as jade, and it shone like moonlight under the gloomy stream. The woman's dim eyes stared at the top of the stele, no, it was above the stele.

It's atmospheric.

The woman is so fresh and refined, and she doesn't eat the fireworks of the world. After all, the pink and flawless face is covered with clear rain, which looks very sad and pitiful, and it seems like a dream for a while.

"Auntie, girl, ......?"

The disciple trembled a little, and even began to tremble when he spoke. It is not because of the woman's cultivation, it is obviously due to the woman's appearance.

Only then did the black-robed woman lower her head and pull her hood, revealing a dazzling white and tender hair, unable to take her eyes off, you can imagine its warmth and tenderness.

The black-robed woman spoke truthfully.

"I'm looking for someone, he is a disciple of your mountain gate, his name is Huang Yehua, please be accommodating. ”

The woman's voice is as quiet and mellow as the hollow valley orchid, which is evocative.

The disciple preached in a daze.

"Auntie, girl, please wait a minute...... In the next, I have already made a report. ”

The sunspot woman slowly nodded Zhen's head, meaning thanks.

In this world, there are lucky people who are favored by God, and there are also unfortunate children who are bumpy and bleak. On this road, which is competing all the time and contains killing opportunities. People will gradually become strong and gradually become sensible. However, being strong and rational does not mean being cold-blooded and ruthless.

She didn't know what it meant, and she couldn't understand whether it was unfortunate or lucky, but she knew how to spend it today and tomorrow.

It's obviously a very sad thing, but for someone as unfortunate as himself, it's a natural reality, because he has been shrouded in bad luck since birth.

Therefore, such misfortune is inevitable.

As the ancients once said, there must be many things in life that cannot be understood but must be accepted. So one has to give in and accept, even though it may be very humble.

But, after all, there's no way, isn't it?

At this point, I have nothing.

Although I know very well, my father and mother are really persecuting themselves, maybe they have been together for a little longer, or maybe they are really so dirty.

But, I know.

Father and father are really soft-hearted and love themselves, so that they will have no fear.

I'm so despicable.

However, after relying on the fact that he could not survive, he went home to apologize, and his father and mother must not be able to refuse him. This kind of thinking is so painful for my father and mother.

I don't know if my father and mother are talking about themselves at the moment......

I'm sure I'm going to be talking about myself.

Why, I would have done such a stupid thing.

I don't know.

Investigating the cause is just a dream.

yes, that guy is too gentle.