In the imperial capital on a cold day, it snowed heavily today, and this kind of weather is very uncommon for the imperial capital.

Although the Hanyu Dynasty is located in an extremely cold area, snow and frost are commonplace, and the land outside the city is an endless ice field, but wherever the county seat of the dynasty is located, countless formations are set up in the city.

It is precisely because of these cold formations that the Han Yu Dynasty can resist the extreme cold, so that the people of the dynasty can still cultivate in such an environment, so the formation mage has such a status in the Han Yu Dynasty.

Ye Han was able to inherit the throne of King Han back then, in addition to his merits, his identity as a third-level array mage was also an important reason.

Ordinary county towns are like this, let alone the imperial capital.

The outer city of the imperial capital alone has been inscribed with nearly a hundred formations, making the temperature in the city, although it cannot be said that the four seasons are like spring, but at least it is much stronger than the extreme cold on the ice field.

Fortunately, Ye Han practiced the ice attribute exercises, which made his own body adapt to the extreme cold.

If it weren't for that, it would be unimaginable for him to be a pampered prince, galloping on the ice field with the cultivation of a mere warrior realm, and even spanning most of the dynasties.

Heavy snow fluttered down in the city, and pedestrians on the road raised their hands and gently pinched it, and they could feel the extremely cold breath coming from it. Even the cold formation in the imperial capital failed to stop these flying snow, and the temperature outside the city was so low that it was naturally conceivable.

In the imperial capital Baixiao Pavilion, in a towering attic, an old man with his eyes closed walked tremblingly to the top floor with a cane.

When the thin palm pushed the door open, in the face of the oncoming wind and snow, the old man's face remained unchanged, and he casually leaned the crutches he was holding all the way to his hand, patted his robe, and sat down in the snow like this.

The old man raised his face, and his white hair was not tied up, allowing it to flutter in the wind, as if to merge with the snowflakes flying between heaven and earth.

Under this wind and snow, the old man's eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of cloudy pupils, but there was no trace of brilliance in them, obviously he had been blind for many years.

However, as the snowflakes fell, the blind old man did not lower his head for a long time, and his godless eyes did not close, just looking up at the starry sky.

In those eyes that could not see the red dust of the world, it seemed like a stone falling into the water, and there were ripples in a circle.

He seemed to see something from this sea of stars, and he didn't seem to see anything.

I don't know how long it took for the old man to slowly lower his head and sigh heavily.

"The bitter cold land is coming to the extreme cold again, and the lives will be ruined, the greedy wolf will go north to kill seven times, and the army will shake the emperor and the stars, and it will be another eventful autumn......"

The old man's voice drifted out with the cold wind, but the old man was already walking tremblingly under the attic with his crutches, and his thin and thin figure made people wonder if he would be blown away by the cold wind.

The sound of the old man's footsteps completely disappeared between the attics, and the top floor of this pavilion regained its calm, but under this calm, there was a feeling of disobedience that lingered, but I don't know why.

After a long time, a black cat jumped up to the attic, which broke the silence in the attic.

The black cat scurried over the handrail of the attic, but because the snow under its feet was slippery, it fell directly into the attic, and smashed a very obvious "wood" shape from the deep snow.

Although the little beast quickly climbed back up the eaves and jumped away, it still left a shallow trail on the top of the open-air attic.

If there were people in the attic, you would be able to see where the feeling of discord came from.

A black cat will leave footprints, why didn't the blind old man who faltered before leave any traces on the snow?

No one noticed this, no one mentioned it, and the blind old man, like an ordinary old man, slowly descended from the attic and disappeared into the snow.

After his figure vanished, his old voice still echoed through the snow, falling into the ears of several warriors hidden in the darkness.

"Go back and inform Qianji, in the past few months, Bai Xiaoge will not mix in the imperial capital, and stop selling the news in the imperial capital, let alone go to see the dignitaries in the imperial capital. ”

"This pool of water is going to be messed up......"

In the darkness, several men dressed in black walked out of it and looked at each other.

Their breath at least has the realm of a martial artist, and the person at the head is the cultivation of a great martial artist, they are all martial artists in the Baixiao Pavilion, and following that person is also the meaning of the pavilion.

But when the man said this, none of them dared to follow him again, and they all stayed in place.

After a long time, the man at the head showed a wry smile and turned around and walked in the direction of Baixiao Pavilion.

When the cabinet arranged for them to follow this one, I am afraid that it also meant that they would send back the news.

If this person is unwilling to be followed, who of them will dare to chase after him? As for the accompanying protection, it is a joke, that person just now is at the top of his existence even in the entire Far North.

In today's world, except for those old monsters who live in seclusion and the background of various forces that cannot be closed, who can hurt him?

The head of the four masters of Baixiao Pavilion, the master of Tiantong! When you know the sky, you know the changes, and you can explore the luck of the eight directions.

"The arrival of the Extreme Cold Stream, presumably it will not be too far from the cold abyss demon tide, it is another reincarnation, the dark and turbulent era will be ruined again, and in the last few decades, I don't know if the dynasty is ready to deal with the catastrophe......"

The old man sensed that the aura of several people behind him had disappeared, and he couldn't help but nod slightly, where he was going next, there couldn't be too many people to follow.

The old man seemed to think about the stars he had just perceived for a while, comparing them with the star charts he had studied for decades, and after a moment of silence, he muttered to himself.

"It's just a greedy wolf and seven kills, but what's going on with this 'crape myrtle flash'......?

As another cold wind swept by, the old man was completely lost in the snow, and no one knew where the old man who had cultivated to the heavens had gone.

Between the howling north wind, the imperial capital of the dynasty did not want to be calm on the surface, and under the seemingly stable giant city, there was already an undercurrent.

In a corner of the imperial capital, there is a seemingly ordinary inn located there.

The location of this inn is not very good, dark and damp, and it has not been repaired all year round, and it can be regarded as an inconspicuous existence in the imperial capital where many dignitaries and dignitaries live.

But it is such an inn with a lot of doors, but it has a signboard hanging all the year round, whether there are guests in it or not, it never changes, and no one knows how it can afford to pay the expensive taxes in the imperial capital.

The night was already deep, and with a few chirpings of night owls, even the watchman yawned, reached out and tightened the cotton clothes on his body, and staggered away at the end of the street.

And at this time, the gloomy inn welcomed its guests at this time.