The mountain snow does not know the spring breeze. In March, it was a warm and slightly cold scene, but it was disturbed by a heavy snowfall. The snow of March is rare, and it is a wonder of the world. What's even more peculiar is that although the temperature is warm, the snow still keeps falling. But when people marveled that the snow still didn't stop for seven or eight days, but it was getting bigger and bigger, there was only a sigh left in the streets.

Soon after, snow also fell in Jiangnan, which had not snowed for more than ten years. When the children saw the freshness, they happily played all kinds of tricks along the snow, but the adults sighed slightly as they looked at their own business that was gradually becoming cold.

Everyone was disturbed by the sudden heavy snow, and after sweeping the snow in front of the door for more than ten days, they all threw the broom irritably. Since then, in the ancestral hall of the Taoist sect that has been established in the city and countryside, there has been a strange scene of crowds of people. Nine times out of ten, the people who came came to pray that the immortals would come down the mountain and tamper with the celestial phenomena with supernatural powers to stop the heavy snow.

The disciples of the sect were also helpless, and could only explain that "this heavy snow is a vision of heaven and earth, how can it be a child's play against it", but the crowd is still increasing.

I don't know which day, someone suddenly said:

The heavy snow is caused by the Vientiane Temple, and the ancestor of the Vientiane Temple is not healed, I am afraid that it will not last much time, and even the will has been made!

This news suddenly spread to the world, from Jiangdong, where the Vientiane Temple is located, to the whole world. The whole street chatter and laughter were the beginning and end of the news, and the person who first came out of the news patted his chest and assured, "My eldest son is a disciple of Vientiane Temple, and the news will not be wrong."

The restlessness and irritability of the whole community slowly subsided in a few days. The monks have cultivated to be profound, and it is not out of nothing that there are some visions of heaven and earth when they are dying, and the ancestors of Vientiane Mountain have eliminated countless demons, and they have single-handedly established the concept of Vientiane that can be called "the top three sects in the world" at this time, which is really immeasurable.

The older generation of people are sighing slightly, often pretending to twist the snow-white beard in a deep way, and recite a few words in the direction of Vientiane Dongshan.

When the disciples guarding the ancestral hall of the sect finally had time to rub their chapped lips and drink a few sips of water, they received the order of "return to the sect quickly and prepare to go to the East Mountain of Vientiane" from the sect, and they were immediately miserable.

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Jiangdong, near Vientiane Dongshan, in a small town.

A boy of about twelve or thirteen years old stood tremblingly on the roof of tiles, holding a broom in his hand, and swept the snow off the roof one by one. When a few children were passing by, he deliberately waved his broom and swept the snow on the heads of the children, which immediately attracted laughter and scolding, but he was not tired of it.

When he was young, there were slight beads of sweat on his forehead, reflecting his slightly sallow and thin face, but those eyes were different from his face, which was as warm and clear as jade. While pulling the sleeves of the plain cloth coat and wiping the sweat, he looked at the misty mountain peaks not far from the east of the town, and said with a little annoyance: "How powerful is that old man, wow, it snowed so hard half-dead!"

"Yun Fengjin, what nonsense are you talking about!" On the ground, a middle-aged man in plain white clothes, who was about forty years old, shouted, "Have you finished sweeping, come down quickly when you finish sweeping!"

Yun Fengjin threw the broom at the middle-aged man suddenly, so startled that the middle-aged man twisted his waist and jumped to the side, stepped on the snow again, and almost slipped coldly.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Yun Fengjin held back laughter and jumped down from the rooftop, but stood firmly.

I saw a wooden plaque hanging in front of the door of the house where he had just cleared the snow, with the words "Yueliu Tavern" written on it.

Yun Fengjin looked at the deserted signs that there were only two or three drinkers in the tavern, and said quietly: "Old guy, there are not many guests here, and they lose money every day, so it is better to close the door for a while, and wait for the heavy snow to pass, and then I can save a lot of snow removal work." ”

When the middle-aged man known as the old guy heard this, his lips trembled slightly with anger, and he slapped Yun Fengjin on the brain, and said angrily: "Call me Tianxun Daoist outside! I also practiced several styles of swordsmanship when I was twenty or thirty years old, if you think about being lazy again, I will split your little money jar one day!"

"Jing is talking nonsense," Yun Fengjin covered her head and muttered quietly, "Your sword is not as good-looking as the Qinglou sisters, and if you really fight, you can only escape, and you are still in that majesty!"

Tianxun was dumbfounded, smacking his lips but unable to speak, with an embarrassed expression. After a while, he said: "Wang Lao, who grows peaches in the west of the city, asked for three pots of green plum wine, you send them, he is very good to you, if you have a tip, you can collect it yourself!"

Yun Fengjin happily agreed, took three pots of green plum wine and headed to the west of the city.

The small city is not big, and it is separated by a river to the west of the city. This river comes from Dongshan, flows through the whole city, the river is not wide, the water flow is not urgent, slowly down, and at this time although the snow is falling, the river surface is also murmuring.

Yun Fengjin walked between a wooden bridge across the river, thinking about the beautiful time after taking the tip. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the river, blowing his body and shaking his body, and the three pots of green plum wine in his hand almost fell down.

He got up angrily, just to see if God didn't open his eyes or if the children of the family were idle to do these things, but a gust of wind suddenly rose, mixed with thousands of snowflakes, and blew violently.

He was startled, and hurriedly squatted down on the bridge railing, grasping the edge of the bridge railing with both hands, and didn't dare to get up for a long time.

The wind was faint for some reason, Yun Fengjin turned around, and cautiously popped out half of his head from the bridge railing, his eyes staring at the river.

The wind and snow gradually stopped, and a woman's figure suddenly appeared on the river.

But I saw that the woman was dressed in a green robe and held a long sword with blue light flowing all over her body. It should be the cardamom years, but it has been born with a slim figure. The eyebrows are elegant and beautiful that the ink can't adjust, and the face is beautiful and dusty. She stood softly in the water, her toes touching the surface of the water. A sword in his hand danced with him, and suddenly the heavy snow tilted slightly towards the green robe, and he waved the sword light with his bare hand, which was extremely cold.

Yun Fengjin looked at it and was amazed in her heart. Compared with Tianxun's pretended to be profound, this woman's swordsmanship can be seen at a glance to be passed down by the immortal family.

But Tianxun also claimed that his swordsmanship was "the edge of the big sword, ancient and clumsy", although Yun Fengjin disdained it, but he had no better way, and it was helpless to learn a few styles of sword defense.

Even if he had studied for three or four years, he had encountered a thief a few days ago when he was chopping wood, but he could only run away in a hurry after a few tricks.

Just as he was thinking about it, the sword light on the river flickered.

The woman carried the sword and glanced coldly at Yun Fengjin.

Yun Fengjin shuddered, sat down on the bridge deck, and then got up slightly embarrassed, and ran off the bridge without wanting to stay for a moment.

Who knows if this woman will slash him with a sword after watching it for a while!

Yun Fengjin broke his mouth, but he couldn't help but be very curious about the origin of this woman, but he had lived in this small city for a long time, and the only sect he knew was Vientiane Temple, but the swordsmanship used by the woman and the Vientiane View were obviously not from a family, and after thinking about it for a long time, he had no way out, so he shook his head and gave up.

Not far away is a peach forest, which is not yet ripe, and the branches are full of verdant green.

In front of the peach forest is a simple wooden house, the door is half open and half hidden, Yun Fengjin has been here many times, so he didn't say hello, and directly pushed the door in.

"It's a little late today. On a wooden chaise longue in the room, a slender old man spoke.

"It's better to drink less. Yun Fengjin replied. For this old man, he really respects him, and he no longer needs to put on a fake shelf for the tavern's admissions.

"Hehe, after drinking wine all my life, how can you put it down as soon as you say it?" the old man smiled, "but you can also taste it." ”

"Forget it, you drink it slowly, I don't want it, I feel pungent when I smell this thing. Yun Fengjin waved his hand again and again, and then handed the green plum wine to the old man.

The old man took it, took a sip slightly, and suddenly looked comfortable, and sighed: "In this city, your family's green plum wine is still better." ”

Yun Fengjin smiled indifferently: "That has nothing to do with me, the wine is all cooked by the old guy." ”

When the old man heard the word "old guy", his eyebrows raised slightly. He suddenly asked, "How are you practicing the swordsmanship given by Tianxun?"

Yun Fengjin sighed, her face full of helplessness: "It's still the same, I can't always use the usual swordsmanship, I don't know if it's because I'm not good at swordsmanship, or if this swordsmanship is inherently lacking." ”

"How can there be a person in this world who is not good at wielding the sword," the old man sighed, "and after more practice, he will become proficient." ”

Yun Fengjin was silent.

The old man said: "I have seen the swordsmanship, there is nothing lacking, you have to practice hard, now that the ancestor of Vientiane is about to die, maybe you can take advantage of the opportunity to go up the mountain to ask for a chance." ”

Yun Fengjin did find the old man to see the swordsmanship, although the old man is highly qualified, but for the Tao, ordinary people still don't understand anything, the old man's words, he just smiled.

Yun Fengjin smiled as if he was self-deprecating: "I am a miscellaneous person in a tavern in a small city, how can it be compared to an immortal like Vientiane Temple, don't think about it, don't think about it! You drink well, I'll go first." ”

The old man shook the recliner slightly, making a "squeak" sound. He looked at Yun Fengjin's back, his eyes were full of gentleness.

Then he withdrew his gaze, stood up with difficulty, and sighed towards Vientiane Dongshan, and poured a large sip of wine.

"In the first life, you have to be magnificent in death, but it's really your style. ”

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Walking to the bridge again, the woman was long gone, Yun Fengjin was about to cross the bridge, and suddenly remembered something:

"My tip is gone?! I don't even seem to have confiscated the money for the wine! I just thought about this woman, and I forgot about it!

Yun Fengjin's face was full of pathos, and he sighed again and again.

On the way back to the tavern, he saw a crowd of people in the market. A group of people gathered around the street, floor after floor, as if listening to a tirade from a storyteller who had read a few books that were not in the limelight.

Yun Fengjin was curious, so she squeezed into the crowd and took a look.

I saw a middle-aged man who looked like a Confucian sitting on a bamboo chair, dancing to the crowd and saying:

"Recently, the patriarch of Vientiane Temple is about to die, and monks from all walks of life have gathered in Vientiane Dongshan, and many monks have passed through our small city, have you seen it?"

Yun Fengjin suddenly remembered the woman she saw on the river, and felt that the storyteller was true, so she listened to it.

"But these monks, they didn't just come to Dongshan to see off the old ancestor. According to legend, there was a young man who went up to Vientiane Mountain with a single sword, and he was about to challenge the old ancestor and take away the title of the first kendo!"

The crowd suddenly exclaimed, and Yun Fengjin was also interested.

"Later, the young man did all his tricks and was defeated by the old ancestor, but he also knocked the old ancestor's Tianyuan Divine Sword down the mountain. The old ancestor was very arrogant, so he didn't bother to pull out the sword, so he kept standing on the top of the mountain. As soon as this news came out, monks from all over the world went up the mountain one after another, even if it was a famous family, and Yun Ce also came to a few highly respected elders, and at that time, Vientiane Dongshan was really in chaos. But no matter what kind of magical powers the monks used, the sword was immovable, and not a single cent was lost. Everyone suspected that the old patriarch was secretly making the Fa, but if the old patriarch was making the Fa, no one would be able to unravel it. Within three days the monks were gone. And now that the old patriarch is about to die, most of the monks in the world will probably come to that heavenly abyss! When the snow is fast and the sun is clear, there will be a big battle on the East Mountain!"

“......”

The storyteller spoke wonderfully, and the crowd applauded. After Yun Fengjin saw him, he just turned out some trivial matters in the rivers and lakes and told them exaggeratedly, so he lost interest and left silently.

Abyss?

Yun Fengjin thought that he had been practicing swords for three or four years, and although he had not made much progress, he could be regarded as half a swordsman. So the sword of the old ancestor who is "the first in swordsmanship" is naturally extremely yearning.

But it didn't take long for him to dispel this yearning.

He is a mortal, how can he compete with the immortals of the famous sect? If he only relies on the swordsmanship that he can't even use a single move, it will be too ridiculous.

I just don't know, when will it be sunny when the snow is fast?