Of course, this is also the first scene of the poignant myth of the White Lady and Xu Xian's meeting.

The White Lady was originally a little white snake cultivated in the mountains, and one day, the little white snake was caught by an old snake catcher and almost suffered a murder, but fortunately was rescued by a little shepherd boy.

After 1,700 years of cultivation, the White Lady finally took on a human form, and under the guidance of Master Guanyin, she came to the West Lake of Hangzhou to find the little shepherd boy who saved her life in her previous life.

During the Qingming Festival, the smoke and rain were misty, and Guanyin Bodhisattva said that "if you have a chance to meet thousands of miles away, you must go to the height of the West Lake to find it". On the bridge deck of the broken bridge in the West Lake, the white lady finally found Xu Xian, the life-saving benefactor of the previous life, and married each other with her body.

After experiencing the flooded gold mountain, we met again at the broken bridge, and then continued the frontier.

Raise your eyebrows

Crystal snowflakes are scattered wet in the south of the Yangtze River,

Like pure fragrant osmanthus rice cakes,

The cool cold wind lazily swept through the Qiantang,

A purple bamboo flute that resents a ghostly one.

At the foot of the Jewel Mountain lies a handsome white causeway,

Skimming the West Lake into Xizi and Beili,

Formed two large and small pools of secluded pools,

It exudes an ancient atmosphere.

The poems of the Tang Dynasty turned into green bricks,

The masonry is at the eastern end of the White Causeway;

Yan Song's beautiful words are poured into a pot of mud,

Outlines the gaps of the arch bridge.

Dayuan's palace song is a flying snowflake,

The flowers are playing a melodious melody,

Diffuse around the bridge,

Refracted with the finest pieces of Qinghui.

Standing on the top of the Gem Mountain,

Looking out over the shore of the lake of 800 hectares,

The buildings in the distant urban area are uneven,

vaguely guarding the perimeter of West Lake;

The white jade on the lake near sinks,

Embedded in the sparse willow waves.

Ancient stone bridges,

In the diffuse wind and snow,

presents a vague figure,

Between the Wanghu Tower and the Lonely Mountain,

It constitutes a dream of eternal reverie.

In the wind and snow, an oil umbrella came and went,

The slender skirt swept the white snow,

Standing on the stone railing of the broken bridge,

Waiting for the lonely mountain to run to Tsing Yi,

deduced a song of resentful water and the history of Jinshan.

The charm of West Lake in spring:

pink willow green,

The grass grows and the warbler flies;

The tenderness of West Lake in the rain:

Sleepy-eyed,

Shy and lovely;

The tranquility of West Lake in the moon:

Shadow falls at the bottom of the pool,

Thoughts rippling;

The charm of West Lake in winter:

Wrapped in silver,

Ice is clear and jade.

The most is the broken bridge after the snow,

In the glow of the sun, the railing is faintly revealed,

Like a magical brush dot dyed with mottled ink marks,

It depicts the charm of the wind and snow in the south of the Yangtze River.

The sound of the landscape,

Enlighten the true nature of heaven and earth,

It's in this quiet world.

This quiet world is an empty state of mind,

This state of mind is a heron flying on the surface of the lake,

Spread your wings in the world of freedom,

Holding up the rising breeze.

The world is also a piece of old rice paper,

Crumpled the plain noodles of the reeds,

Ren Juyi got rid of the wolf Hao in Huizhou,

Licking the pine ink of Huzhou,

Blurred into a long trace,

Left a plain and elegant picture scroll of wind and snow.

The love of the world,

Love in the world,

It's like this broken bridge,

There is also an incomprehensible feeling......

Although it was not snowing at this time, there was no broken bridge under the snow, but the mythical story told from the mouth of No. 2 attracted everyone's unfinished business.

With the sparkling water of the West Lake, bursts of fog rise on the surface of the lake, and the mountains and broken bridges in the distance are covered with a layer of ethereal white mist.

The green peaks loom in the sky, sometimes the mist drifts away, the peaks float clearly in front of you, even the towering ancient trees on the top of the mountain can be seen clearly, and sometimes they are obliterated by the fog, everything can only turn into a dark green mass, like a drop of shallow water on rice paper with a slight ink color;

It is like a veiled girl, as if she is far away in the sky, but it is close in front of you, far and near, near and far, real and virtual, virtual and real......

Everyone was silent in the different scenery and could not get out, feeling the charm of nature.

The scenery of the West Lake makes people unconsciously indulge in it, full of beautiful scenery and beautiful paintings.

People always envy others for being things in the painting, and they don't know that they are also people in the painting, just as Yang Wanli said, "The lake on the shore is strange, and the mountains and rivers are suitable." It is only said that the cruise ship is picturesque, and I don't know it in the painting. ”

Afterwards, I felt like I had a sweet dream.

A kilometer away.

The falcon is an excellent sniper in the city bureau, and the coffin is the ace observer of the city bureau.

Since the two have been partners for several years, they have cooperated tacitly and won many achievements.

At this time, the two of them were lying on the commanding heights of the building, one observing every move around them through a telescope, and the other carefully aiming through a sniper scope.

The coffin suddenly asked, "Falcon, if I die, will you feel sorry for me"?

The falcon did not turn around, still carefully observing under the sniper scope, and after a while, a solemn voice sounded: "Coffin, what nonsense are you talking about, there is still an hour, and our protection mission will be completed." When the time comes, buddy will have a good drink with you, now cheer up and don't think nonsense."

The coffin shook his head, looking at the endless sky, sad alone, he didn't know how to choose between the small family and everyone?

He's been struggling with the phone call since he got the call a few days ago.

On one side is the wife and son, and on the other side is the sky.

If you pierce the hole, the world is bound to be in chaos, but as a father and husband, you can't do anything, that kind of confusion, that kind of sadness......

"I'm sorry ......"

He took out his saber from his bosom, and when the falcon realized that it was too late, he fell in a pool of blood covered in blood, his whole body convulsed, but his eyes could not be closed.

"Why"? For the first time, the Falcon lowered its sniper rifle while on a mission.

For soldiers, he put down the sniper rifle that would never be put down even if he died, and questioned the body of the coffin.

The coffin smiled as if it was relieved, and said intermittently: "Huining, Ke'er is in their hands, I, can only, go, below, accompany ......"

As he spoke, a column of blood erupted from his mouth, and his arm was no longer able to support it.

The falcon looked at him in a daze, for a moment, trembling hands, put it on his snort, and then, as soon as his eyes closed, two crystal tears in his eye sockets could no longer be held, and the moment he opened his eyes, they flowed!

Put your body down, your fists clenched tightly, "Son of a bitch's ......"

With a snap, he straightened up, gave a military salute, and then leaned down again, his hand holding the sniper rifle trembling without a hint.

As before, the coffin was with him, and he wanted it to be seen by himself, and together they had accomplished a remarkable mission, and they were fearless even if the enemy was strong.

Meanwhile.

In an attic not far from it, just after the helicopter left, the antelope launched a sneak attack on the flying foxes, who were elite snipers from the provincial department and whose fame was still above the falcon coffin.

Xing 13 once ordered that the provincial department was forbidden to participate in the protection of important positions, but after the fifth section incident occurred, the affairs of the provincial department were slowly faded out.

Moreover, it is not the same department, and the execution is not as strong as imagined, even if your fifth department is a dragon, but after all, it does not suppress the head snake.

What's more, it was in Xing Shisan's absence.

Now.

The antelope launched a surprise attack, and a bright saber slashed at the flying fox's throat.

The two are brothers in life and death, how could the flying fox have thought that he would be so rebellious, if it weren't for the reflection of the high-precision sniper, he would probably have died under the knife.

He took a blow from his crotch and rolled twice, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and asked hoarsely: "Why"?

The antelope replied expressionlessly: "The Tao is different."

He then drew a pistol from his waist and aimed his shot.

Compared with sniper rifles, one is long and the other is short, at such a distance, high-precision sniping is equivalent to a fictitious and useless.

The flying fox knew that it was going to die, and the only thing he could do was to roll over, turn on the headset and make a report: "Antelope, rebel, change ......"

Headquarters.

in a large conference room.

Jin Mouse, Cheetah, Yu Fei, several deputy bureaus, and leaders of the provincial department, this time the task is arduous, and the director of the provincial department is here.

After receiving the information from the antelope, one of the chief of staff in charge of the front-line operations in the hall turned pale, and at that time the golden rats refused to protect them, but they issued a military order that there would never be a traitor.

Now, the first one to have an accident is the sniper company of the provincial department, where does this make his face?

However, they are all experienced veterans, accountability is not now, the most important thing is to solve the problem first.

Immediately decided, using the satellite to call up the local drawings of the building.

The flying fox had fallen in a pool of blood, and it seemed that he was no longer breathing, but his hands were always holding the high-precision sniper, so that the antelope could not be taken off for a while.

The combat staff officer of the city bureau observed the environment of the building, suddenly stepped forward, and gave instructions to the command platform: "This is the command headquarters, the No. 5 sniper team listens to the order, in the attic on your right, the first sniper team Flying Fox sacrificed, the antelope mutinied, your current task, try every means to snipe him."

After a pause, he continued: "Third patrol team, you hurry up to the top floor of the building in front of you and stop his sniper plan."

Then a third order was issued, of course, to the comrades not far from the leader, to protect them even if they were physically safe, if necessary.

After three orders in a row, my heart calmed down a little.

"Falcons, coffins understand".

"The 3rd Patrol Group understands".

……

In an instant, the situation that was originally quiet moved in the blink of an eye.

The falcon did not report the coffin, he was going to take his brother to fight the last battle, a glorious one, and hoped that he would leave with relief.

At this time, after receiving the task, immediately from the edge of the middle of the attic, to the right, the two buildings are about the same height, as long as they are not hidden under the huge water tower and water heater, they can be clearly imprinted under the sniper scope.

Set up a high-precision sniper, aim, and get ready to shoot.

The antelope, who had just gotten the high-precision sniper, was about to be set up on the fence of the attic, and out of instinct, he took a step back with the high-precision sniper's foot, and a bullet quickly slashed through his face, and he could even feel the sound of the wind and the burning of stray bullets on his cheeks.

If it weren't for the years of sniping career that made him take a step back, I'm afraid his head would have run through long ago.

However, the time given to him was not much, based on the average six seconds of the elite floor in the hall, he was on the top floor of the twenty-fifth floor, counting the escape, he only had about two minutes.