Through the dilapidated roof, the rays of sunlight shone on the eyes of Yan Tianyuan, who seemed to be dyed red, and the darkness in the dream was shattered into reality little by little. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is it all true, or have I never woken up? Yan Tianyuan looked at the strange room and the strange bed and asked himself, but no one would tell him the answer, and he could only laugh at himself.

His body was covered with a thin quilt, and the wisps of fragrance on the quilt made him, who was used to seeing the world, couldn't help but smell it twice.

The house was shabby, but it was also neat, he struggled to sit up and found that a large cabinet of books was placed out of place, and his things were placed at the head of the bed, and the clothes were neatly stacked together as if they had been washed, and when he saw the clothes, he remembered that he was naked, and thought about the owner of the fragrance a little, Rao is he, a gentleman who had "seen the world", and couldn't help blushing.

Yan Tianyuan slowly got out of bed, put everything on, and looked at the books on the bookcase, these are the famous sayings of the saints he read when he was a child, as well as some typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases, looking at these familiar words, he couldn't help but think of his previous fourteen years of life, like a dream:

When he was born, his father was when three thousand iron horses rode on Yinping to raid the capital of the country to destroy Shu, because the Yinping trail was like a heavenly abyss, so it was named Tianyuan. At that time, the three armies rejoiced, and the world came to congratulate.

At that time, even the Great Zhou Tianzi sent a knife with the name of "virtual" to congratulate, and this knife is the black knife that Fei Tianyuan has been pinned to his waist now, this knife is naturally made, no one knows what material it is, it was dug out of the ground and sent to the palace, in the environment where everyone in the royal family uses swords, so far there is only one master, so the reputation is not obvious.

But Fei Tianyuan himself knew that in the battle that came out of the Great Zhou border at that time, if there was no sword, it was very likely to be left behind, powerful and indestructible, this is the characteristic of this knife. And this battle was also later historians as a key battle to lay the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty to unify the six countries, and even later generations have poems: three thousand iron horses open the Shu Road, and the heroes are not allowed to listen to the king of Wu.

When Fu Tianyuan was three years old, his father captured the Jianmen Ping Chu State, and his reputation was unparalleled for a while; And at this time, the Son of Heaven ordered Fu Jing to return to the court to listen to the martial arts king, so there was no possibility of continuing the westward expedition to the Baiyue countries, and now I think about it, it is estimated that it is not only the suspicion of the Son of Heaven, there should be the elements of the Great Qin Dynasty and the Baiyue countries.

Fei Tianyuan began to study and make art when he was four years old, it can be said that from now until the age of twelve, his life is under the plan, poetry, etiquette, art, archery, chess, calligraphy and painting, and cultivation, every day is full of arrangements, and he is also the first in the unscientific test, coupled with his amazing cultivation talent, he was called the first person under the age of eighteen by the good deeds. Looking back now, I can't help but smile, because his greatest wish at that time was to have a good night's sleep.

Of course, during this period of time, it is inevitable to make friends, General Zhenguo, Taifu, Shaobao, and Shangshu are all in the social circle, and they also laid a lot of foreshadowing for what happened later.

Thirteen-year-old and bandits, sinners "practice knives", every time is not a joke, are quite thrilling and fatal, one of the most feared is the first time, he has no experience in combat, according to the novel is written to shout and hold his own identity and even arrange a few big moves for himself, anyway, how handsome how to come, plainly let the opposite side form a circle of encirclement, although in the end they still killed them, but if it wasn't for the first time their teacher was not worried that he was still observing in the dark, most of them would have died of excessive blood loss.

Later, no one followed the "sword practice", which also made Fei Tianyuan understand what real combat is. After that, it was normal until I went out to practice, and the last time I saw my father was at the border of my father's jurisdiction, and I didn't expect that this might be goodbye. Thinking of this, Fei Tianyuan couldn't help but sigh for a while, and made a sacrificial text:

Forever, but the butcher is infamous.

Before and after his death, he was not afraid of running out of books.

Rise and fall.

Thousands of years, eternal.

Concubine Jiading, Yan Bei.

Iron Horse Jingo, hegemony ambition.

The monarch and the minister died in the country, and the swordsman was an old man.

The iron clothes and dry bones between the mounds, the world is towering and floating.

can't escape the twilight of the beauty, and can't avoid the end of the hero.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and looked angrily, and the heavens and men forgave the sword immortal to look sideways.

The bleak history, the reputation is based on whom's book, the Huanghuang Zhenling, and the martial king has been overturned.

Alack! How can you be ashamed?

Yanbei robes are all tombs, and blood flows into rivers and six countries in the twilight.

Fought for 30,000 miles, and fought to the death without retreating.

Who is the master of the ups and downs in the world, and let the horse break through the mountains and rivers?

And ask the world to be safe and righteous, only teach the cunning rabbit and the lackey a good bow!

Alack! What is anger?

Chang'an City talks about Chang'an, and looks at the history in the history volume.

Three thousand iron horsemen can open Shu, and the battle of Jianmen will become peaceful.

If the world is a bargaining chip, An Jiaoer and others will point out the blood and soil?

I only hope that the world will be worthy of it, and it can be seen that the old soldiers have been wiped out in a hundred battles!

Sigh! What do you think?

I have never regretted it in this life, but I can beat the drum of beauty?

Huangquan has nowhere to go, and the cold heart is discouraged!

And there is no shame in the world, and it is safe to be the homeland.

And to smooth out the injustices in the world, when it is chic is life!

Rise and fall.

Thousands of years, eternal.

Concubine Jiading, Yan Bei.

Iron Horse Jingo, hegemony ambition.

The monarch and the minister died in the country, and the swordsman was an old man.

The iron clothes and dry bones between the mounds, the world is towering and floating.

can't escape the twilight of the beauty, and can't avoid the end of the hero.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and looked angrily, and the heavens and men forgave the sword immortal to look sideways.

The bleak history, the reputation is based on whom's book, the Huanghuang Zhenling, and the martial king has been overturned.

Who is the king of martial arts, the tomb of the rise and fall, and the temple is sour.

Who said that the martial arts have no wind and bones, and the generosity is not enough in the world.

Covering the ancient scrolls, the mind has become dry.

Recalling the old people, who gives them heroism?

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If there are a few people in the sky,

But there is no resentment with this life.

Laugh and go to the old department,

Banner million slashed Yama.

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And now, looking at it like this, I was probably saved by the owner of this house, which is also a lot of kindness. As for how to pay it back, it can only depend on what the person who saved him thinks, how much is not excessive, after all, his own life, think about it, even if he gives it to Da Zhou Tianzi, it can be worth a lot of money.

Thinking about it, the door of the house was pushed open, and Fei Tianyuan also pulled out his knife sharply and turned to the door.

The wind swept the white snow into the house, and a pretty figure reflected in the sunlight reflected by the snow behind her into the eyelids of Fei Tianyuan, a fairly ordinary-looking girl, more than ten years old, but her thin body carried a large bundle of firewood, and her thin clothes were full of patches, but her night-like eyes were very clear and beautiful, like the deep sea without a trace of filth, like a clear sky without a trace of clouds.

The girl stood at the door, shaking, not knowing whether it was scared or cold, Fu Tianyuan smiled and asked, "The owner of the house?" The girl nodded; You carried me out of the snow? The girl nodded again. Fei Tianyuan put away the knife, slowly walked in front of the girl, in the girl's confused expression, gently twisted her chin with his hand, stared into her eyes, and brought his face closer and closer until his breath could be heard, looking at the girl in front of him who was becoming more and more overwhelmed, the corners of his mouth hooked a curvature, went around behind the girl to take the firewood, and untied the robe behind him, and gently draped it on the girl's body.

"My name is Fei Tianyuan, and I am fourteen years old this year."

"I... My name is He Qing, and I am eleven years old this year."

The wind is still blowing the snow on the ground, and the clear sky after the snow stops is really beautiful!