The wind in winter.

Sometimes slowly, sometimes urgently.

A polished and swarthy business car, running through countless snow, rushed towards the shore of Xizi Lake.

Qing Feng, who finally put on a set of red thick cotton jackets.

Half squatting on Chu Xuan's legs, he probed his head and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Snow is falling.

From time to time, the girl opened her mouth and sighed, and then drew some patterns on the car window that adults couldn't understand.

Today is her birthday.

Xiao Chu'er promised him that she would take her to the shore of Xizi Lake for a walk and take a look.

After all, the place where the legend disappeared.

It is the West Lake that is full of people, sitting and watching the wind and moon of the imperial capital for hundreds of years.

"I heard that the last battle of the thousand-faced Langjun tread the waves, and his demeanor was peerless, and there was no one to come."

As the distance gets closer.

The girl couldn't help but wrench her fingers and introduce Chu Xuan to Chu Xuan one by one, the countless feats of that legendary figure.

It's a treasure.

It's easy to get started.

Chu Xuan was helpless, and raised his hand to knock on Qing Feng's smooth head, "One mouthful, one thousand-faced Langjun, along the way, your ears are about to be ground out of calluses by you." ”

Qing Feng's eyes rolled, rubbing his head, as if he realized something.

After being silent for a long time, he said a little weakly, "Are you jealous?" ”

Chu Xuan, "......"

Ah.

Stop talking.

It looks like I'm really jealous.

The girl who felt a little guilty clinged to Chu Xuan, learned from the appearance of a little adult, and comforted softly, "It's okay, it's okay, even if the thousand-faced Langjun is powerful." ”

"But, in my eyes, you are the best."

Chu Xuan really smiled.

Qing Feng scratched his head while hehehehe, "It's such a big person, and you still want me to be a little girl, hey, when will you grow up." ”

Hey, you girl.

Qing Feng had a bad premonition, and with all his strength, he pressed Chu Xuan's right hand that was about to move, and then lay on him, swaying from side to side, "Don't knock me again." ”

"I don't want to be knocked into a fool by you, I'm a brilliant head."

Chu Xuan lowered his eyebrows and pretended to stare.

Qingfeng glared back.

Looking at the snow scattered outside the window, my mind began to drift again.

When he left Mukden.

Over there, it's snowing heavily, too.

I don't know, what has she been busy with these days?

And when will she return to the place where her mother lives, Beiyang City?

It is rumored that Beiyang has been hidden for decades, so that the Zhenwu family, which has been completely separated from the glory of its ancestors in the past, may not have much influence compared to the five royal families.

However, the inheritance is there, and the seclusion has reached the state of misanthropy, and the comprehensive strength accumulated over the years should definitely not be underestimated.

Ultimately.

The mountains and rivers of China, with millions of miles of territory at every turn, if it is said that the real existence of Tongtian is rooted in the imperial capital, in fact, it is not rigorous.

Everywhere in the world, it is enough to give birth to one or two giants.

Just look at it, this kind of person likes to make a name for himself and fight for power and hegemony.

is still keen to travel overseas, disappearing between the world and the world, and not a single leaf is touched.

The King of the North is powerful, isn't he?

However, whether it is Shen Anan himself or outsiders, they all know that this number one master is just the strongest person on the surface.

Where the mundane can't see, whether there will be a more shocking existence than the Twelve Realms, no one knows.

Including Chu Xuan.

However, the only thing that can be determined is that there is no end to martial arts.

Today's invincible people in the Twelve Realms are just coming to a conclusion from the standpoint of the mundane.

"What are you thinking?"

Qing Feng tossed and turned, and asked in a low voice.

Chu Xuan said with a smile, "Purple robe, when you grow up and see more people or things, you will find that those achievements of the Thousand Faces Langjun are actually nothing. ”

Heaven and earth are vast.

The strong are numerous.

Not long ago, Chu Xuan was on the plane, listening to Anu mention, saying that the imperial capital is a strip of water, just a country of Fusang separated by a vast ocean.

Finally, the ten strongest people in history were born.

Fuso, the god of ten wars.

Drawing the sword with one hand, as long as it is unsheathed, no one can stop it.

A hundred years ago, Fusang, as a small land, was only a vassal state of China, with a limited territory, so there was an established tradition of poor mountains and bad rivers to make trouble.

Children and grandchildren, like tigers and wolves, are fierce by nature and conceited.

It is similar to the Goryeo Kingdom, which is also a land of projectiles.

Chu Xuan's ancestors, there were ancestors, who had encountered the bloodshed of Fusang warriors and provoked the Chinese people.

The murderous warriors who landed from the coast killed every man they saw, men and women, young and old.

In the end, the situation became bigger and bigger, and finally the ancestors of the Chu family, together with several martial arts powerhouses, beat the turtle and shrunk the island country, and they did not dare to be born for a hundred years.

However, the thief's heart does not die.

Fusang, has always wanted to be small and broad, unify the borders of several surrounding countries, and respect himself.

In the past two years, Fuso has taken the fishing islands as disputed territory and has repeatedly provoked them, which can be described as fearless and complacent.

Especially with the support of the Fusang Ten War Gods, he became more and more bold.

"Top 10 God of War?"

Chu Xuan looked away and leaned his head against the car mat.

These two years.

I met more and more opponents, and my skills became stronger and stronger.

However, he has never had a chance to fight against martial arts powerhouses outside the Pure Land of China.

It is rumored that the ten gods of war in Fusang have gone to sea to challenge, and in the western land, there are many old people who have been famous for a long time, and they have been defeated one by one.

Although, these things have nothing to do with the Chinese warriors.

But, one day, it will happen.

"Always be ready!"

Chu Xuan closed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself.

The country has a war, and it must be recalled.

The disputes between the royal families, no matter how big and intense, or even the trouble can be inextricable, are all family matters, and they can be resolved through negotiation behind closed doors.

However, if there is a strong person outside the country who tries to provoke the territory of China, with Chu Xuan's usual temper, regardless of whether you are the god of war or an invincible person, he will fight.

At this point, there is no need to negotiate!!

At this time, the purple robe was still entangled in Chu Xuan's previous words, and the thousand-faced Langjun had already become a peerless legend.

Such a person, such an achievement, is nothing.

How powerful should the giant-level powerhouse who really stands at the top of the common people be?

If you don't understand, it's better not to want to.

The purple robe pursed her lips, her index finger lifted her chin, blinked her big bright eyes, pondered for a while, and suddenly her eyes brightened.

Then, she hurriedly pulled up Chu Xuan's sleeve, staggered, and said happily, "Little Chu'er, little Chu'er, it's here, it's here." ”

An overcrowded central thoroughfare.

The car honked non-stop.

Crowded.

Located in the center of the huge archway, carved with the dragon flying phoenix dance, vigorous and powerful three big characters, West Lake!

Under the torii, there are seven gates.

All of them are clogged with water.

Chu Xuan sat up straight and looked at the West Lake, which he hadn't seen for a few years and was still extremely familiar, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

This ancient place is still so lively.

Tossing and getting off the bus.

Chu Xuan picked up the purple robe, followed the flow of people, took a step, and finally walked into the little girl, the West Lake.

(End of chapter)