When the red plum is dyed crystalline, the wind and snow are looking for a fairyland;

Under the snow and trees under the moon, the shadow of the flowers is alienated. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even if the famous flute is hidden, it is still not as deep as the piccolo;

Only the dark incense is used as coral, and the green frost feathers make the flute sound.

It was an isolated island covered with snow and wind, surrounded by a continuous glacier. There is ice and snow all year round, the cold is biting, and there are few people.

Viewed from mid-air, the whole island looks like a white silver bowl. The snow fell one after another, as if it was about to fill a huge bowl. But the giant bowl seems to be as deep as the sea, and it has been filled with snow for countless years, and there is still no sign of fullness. After seeing this scene, the owner of this place named the place "Yinyu Sheng. snow".

The silvery island is full of snow. There is only a thousand-year-old flower tree, which is not afraid of cold and wind and frost, and stands proudly between heaven and earth. The pink color of the flower shows a touch of surprise in the frozen snow. The swaying twigs seem to wave their arms in the wind, making it difficult for the snow to get wet. It is unyielding, but also confident!

There was a man under the flower tree, standing with his hands in his hands, his feathers flying, silent. He only stared intently at the famous flute hanging on the flower tree, thoughtfully.

Those flutes were of different colors and lengths, swaying in the wind and snow, showing off. Rush to get the appreciation of those under the tree. So, a gust of wind rose, and all the flutes played in unison. The sound of the flute is chaotic but not chaotic, and the shadow of the flute dances. In this way, a private and exclusive "Flower Flute Dance Party" began. At this time, he did not dare to be distracted, let alone be disturbed by others. As if he was afraid of missing the familiar melody he cared about the most.

He vaguely remembered the names of the flutes, but it didn't matter. It's just that those so-called famous flutes are far less important to him than the piccolo in his arms.

He loves to listen to the flute and listen to the pure sound of the flute played by the natural wind and snow. Even if thousands of melodies are incomparable to that flute in his ears, at least he can feel the purity of that flute back then.

When he listens to the flute, it can disturb him. In addition to his little sister, there are only a few of his bad friends left. However, if something big hadn't happened, his friends wouldn't have risked being kicked out of the bank. The risk of snow disturbs him.

"North Sea whales! Big things are not good. The third pillar of Shenzhou was broken. “

As soon as the words fell, a rush and chaotic footsteps suddenly came. Immediately, I saw three people slowly walking from a distance. It was an old man who spoke, wearing a shabby dark blue robe, holding a pair of long chopsticks, holding a small broken bowl, and looking very flustered.

The man under the flower tree was silent when he heard the words, as if he didn't care at all what the old man said. When the three of them came closer, another handsome man in a white robe suddenly said, "Xue Xiao! Friends! “

There was also a man with messy hair. The big man was carrying a jug of wine, burping as he went. Seeing that the people under the tree were still not moving, he couldn't help but smile and said, "The stinky problem of the North Sea Whale has been committed again!" But this time, he didn't want to get rid of his old friend. You say no, haha! ”

When the blue-robed old man heard this, he said, "I said that you old wine worm, can't you pop out of your mouth with a serious word?" Now that the matter is so serious, please wait for me to finish the business before making a joke about the North Sea Whale. ”

Without waiting for the old man to finish, the bearded man burped, "Haha! He laughed: "Good! Good! I'll tell the North Sea Whale what happened to you, the one who broke the bowl, and I'll just drink on the side. ”

The man in white on the side saw the bearded man, half-lying on the snow, crossing Erlang's legs, gulping down the wine, shaking his head helplessly, and turning his gaze to the man under the flower tree.

When the blue-robed old man saw the bearded man, he drank wine by himself, and then said, "It's all the heaven-killing Emperor who abandoned the sky......"

The old man recounted the incident vividly, and the person under the flower tree finally turned around slowly.

It was a cold face, resolute eyes, dignified thick eyebrows, and weathered under the Hanshi cloth hat.

"What is the origin of this Emperor of the Abandoned Heaven? It's even difficult to deal with the combination of many Central Plains masters such as Yipale Book and Su Huanzhen? After listening to the old man's words, the people under the flower tree were slightly surprised.

When the blue-robed old man heard this, he turned his eyes and looked at the white-clothed man holding the dust on his side, and couldn't help but say, "Bai Chen." During this time, didn't you investigate the origin of the Abandoned Heaven Emperor, and did you find anything? ”

"I flipped through countless ancient books, and finally found the relevant record of the Emperor of the Abandoned Heaven in a classic. But that's just a few sentences, and there is no detailed information. As soon as Bai Chenzi's words fell, the bearded man who was drinking on the side stood up suddenly, came to him, and tilted his head to look him up and down.

"Hey! Old Wine Bug! Don't make a fuss, listen to Bai Chen's words. The old man in the blue robe said angrily.

The bearded man was nicknamed by his group of friends just because he was addicted to alcohol. He was a little unconvinced, and later saw that the old man in the blue robe often held a small broken bowl in his hand, so he naturally gave him the nickname "Old Broken Bowl". Although these two people like to quarrel every day, when they are really in danger, they rush to do it and don't let each other have a chance to perform. In fact, they cherish each other's friendship, not just take it personally.

The old wine worm burped and shook his head, "I thought it was ...... Belch...... Bai Chen was speaking upside down. Ha ha! I'm at a loss! ”

The people under the flower tree looked at the old wine worm and teased: "Old wine worm, if you make trouble like this again, I really want to issue an eviction order." ”

When the old wine worm heard this, his eyes turned, "Okay! Good! North Sea whales, count you ruthless. I'm not going to talk, you talk. ”

"What do the classics say?" Seeing that the old wine worm was back in place, the old broken bowl suddenly asked Bai Chenzi.

"According to classical records, the Emperor of the Abandoned Heaven is the true god of the Heavenly Realm. With a powerful power of destruction and destruction, he is the first martial god in the realm of the six heavens. His boss is a sun totem who resides in the temple of the sun. ”

When the old broken bowl heard this, he exclaimed: "No wonder this Emperor of Heaven is so powerful, it turns out that he is actually the martial god of the heavenly realm." ”

Bai Chenzi continued: "That's all there is to it in the book. But according to legend in the outside world, the current Emperor of Heaven is not a complete Emperor of Heaven Destruction. It's just that he has a bit of the power of the true Emperor of Abandoning Heaven. Even if it were, it was beyond the reach of us mortals. ”

As soon as the words fell, the person under the flower tree suddenly said: "A few friends, just tell me the purpose of your trip!" ”

"Uh...... North Sea Whales! You're slower than my drunken head. These two friends of yours are asking you to go out of the mountain! The old wine worm in the distance said in a strange way.

The old broken bowl and Bai Chenzi glanced at each other, then turned their eyes to the people under the tree, and the old broken bowl said: "Yes! Now the vitality of the martial arts righteous path has been greatly damaged. It's a time when people are urgently needed. Friend, you have an immortal education, so you deserve to ......"

Before he finished speaking, the person under the tree suddenly interrupted the old broken bowl's words: "To deal with the Emperor of Abandonment, it may not be necessary for me. Besides, the righteous path of martial arts is in urgent need of employing people, should Wuqing Haichao appear? ”

"This ......" the old broken bowl was choked by this sentence, and he was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

At this time, the old wine worm not far away suddenly snorted and said with a smile: "I said earlier, if you can please him, he will not be the Northern Whale Tide of the Sea." ”

When Bai Chenzi heard this, he seemed to think of something, took a few steps forward, and said, "Xue Xiao!" Do you know that once the four pillars of Shenzhou are destroyed? It will lead to the sinking of Shenzhou, and the four realms will no longer be balanced. Don't talk about silver cups when the time comes. Snow, even the whole suffering is in danger. ”

The old broken bowl took over and said, "Yes! The Wind and Thunder Double Style of the Emperor of Heaven is indestructible and difficult to resist. There are already too many casualties among righteous people to continue like this. ”

I don't know when, Yinyu Sheng. The snow was falling heavier and heavier, gradually blurring everyone's view of each other. So much so that when Qing Haichao heard the words Wind and Thunder Double Style, his body shook slightly, and his face instantly became gloomy. And his three friends didn't notice it. It's just that when Qing Haichao was implicated in those four words, the four of them didn't know each other yet.

After being silent for a long time, Qing Haichao suddenly said, "You know my character. What I don't want to do, no one can talk to me. So, please go back! ”

"This ...... Alas! The old broken bowl sighed when he heard this, and Bai Chenzi also shook his head in disappointment.

At this moment, the old wine worm, who was half-lying on the snow and had black hair covered with snowflakes, suddenly staggered to his feet. Hiccuping, "Okay! All right! Don't make a fuss! It's not the first day you've known North Sea whales. It's in vain to talk about it, it's time to leave. ”

The three of them turned around again when they saw Qing Haichao, looking at the flowers and trees thoughtfully. I had to say "Take care!" ”。 And they departed one after another.

Qing Haichao had a lot of thoughts, but it was not for the sake of abandoning the Emperor of Heaven, but for the sake of recalling the wind and thunder double style that Lao Broken Bowl had just mentioned. This martial art is too familiar to him. evoked too many memories of him, and there were sadness, blood and tears, family affection, and friendship in the memories. Let him not be able to help himself for a while.

After a long time, I saw him helplessly looking up to the sky and sighing, "Engong! Where are you now? ”

Snowflakes flutter like feathers, and Qimei stands proudly on a cold day. Today's silver bowl. The snow is silent, and today's northern whale waves are like a tide.

The past is vivid, and what kind of taste is it to look back at this time. Qing Haichao couldn't speak, and he couldn't tell the way. He only felt a slight pain in his heart, and gradually numbed all his senses.

Yinxuansheng. Behind the snow is a cliff, which is not dangerous, but it is not easy to climb. What's more, it is a wounded man who is scarred and almost wants to fall.

"Help me! I can't die! I want revenge...... Save me...... Please! ”

The images of memories in Qing Haichao's mind flashed one by one like a screen. His confused eyes wandered, and he suddenly found a young man crawling on the snow behind the flower tree, covered with wounds.

Qing Haichao woke up suddenly, his whole body was trembling, and his body trembled slightly, and he stopped talking.

The young man's face was pale, but his eyes were unusually determined. Crawling step by step, where the body passed, a blood-drenched mark was dragged, amazing! Horrifying!

Isn't this exactly who you were all those years ago? Qing Haichao asked himself.

Be! It's so similar! If he was still in the memories just now, he must have thought that this was his younger self. The story of once fighting death and fighting for life.

The young man suddenly stopped in place, gritted his teeth, his left arm half propped up his upper body, and his right arm stretched out to the tide in front of the flower tree. With the last of his strength, he pleaded hoarse and unwillingly, "I can't die...... I want revenge...... Please...... Save ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, and he could no longer support it, his arms weakened, and his heavy body fell into the snow, shaking a large area of falling snow.

Qinghai tide under the flower tree, speechless. just slowly walked towards the teenager and to the former self......