The ancient city of Chang'an, the gateway of the Central Plains, is the prosperous capital of the plug, there is an endless stream of merchants, there are also ranger scholars in the market, as the capital of many dynasties, it is also born beautiful, there is a king's spirit, the domineering majesty.

Plugged in the autumn morning, there is gradually more smoke and dust in the air, Chang'an West Gate, a fast horse galloping, is galloping towards the city, riding a horse is a young man, thin body, but extraordinarily energetic, look at his anxious appearance as if there is something big.

The young man entered the city, turned over and dismounted, and the guards patrolling the city also noticed him, glaring angrily, the young man blushed a little, he knew that it was forbidden to ride horses and gallop in this Chang'an city.

He silently led his horse to the market, ignoring the guards.

The lively Chang'an Market, the smell of wine wafting from afar, and the colorful snacks, the young man couldn't help but look at it twice, but when he touched the jade pendant in his arms, he was in no mood.

He walked abruptly, suddenly distracted, like a walking corpse.

Grunt~

He touched his belly, then his package, shook his head, and continued walking.

"Hey, just out of the basket buns, two? Little guest officer? The bun seller shouted at him.

He turned his head to look

"I don't have any money."

"Take two for the child and write it on my head, Lao Jiu."

A middle-aged man, who looked like a shopkeeper, said to the bun seller.

"Come on, shopkeeper Liu, you still can't change this bodhisattva's heart." Ma Yuer, who sells buns, wrapped two of them and handed them to the boy.

The young man looked at it, it should be the shopkeeper of the pharmacy in the back.

"Thank you."

The shopkeeper waved his hand, smiled, and watched the young man slowly leave.

"Dangdangdang...... Chang'an Mansion notice, come and watch. There was a sound of a broken gong.

"What's going on?" The shopkeeper asked

"Back to the shopkeeper, it seems that there is something wrong with the Chang'an Mansion, in short, it has nothing to do with them." One Little Two replied.

The shopkeeper looked and saw that it was Simon. Just then, passers-by shouted and muttered.

"Alas, Liu Digua, what kind of notice?" The shopkeeper shouted to the old man Liu who was selling sweet potatoes on the side.

"Also...... Didn't ...... It's okay, it's just like...... The plague has been settled. Liu Digua stammered.

"The plague?" The shopkeeper's head buzzed.

He hurried towards the west gate to see what was going on.

The crowd surged, and the guards stood solemnly.

"Plague ......" Shopkeeper Liu frowned, of course he knew how terrible it was. However, he is a little confused now, there is a plague, and it stands to reason that the government should use a lot of medicine, but his pharmacy has been very quiet these days.

"You go to a few other pharmacies to see if they have been stocked in the past few days." Shopkeeper Liu instructed Xiao Er.

"Let's go." Xiao Er ran away.

Shopkeeper Liu turned around and went back to the pharmacy.

After a while, Xiao Er ran into the pharmacy out of breath.

"No, nothing, movement." Xiao Er leaned against the wall and said.

When Shopkeeper Liu heard this, he immediately turned around and went into the backyard.

Several pigeons flew out of the yard.

"Yo, this shopkeeper Liu put this pigeon a little early today, and it's not yet there," the steamed bun seller heard the voice, looked at the pigeon flying far away and said to the old man Liu on the side.

"Maybe it's going to be free today." Old man Liu fiddled with the sweet potato in his hand and echoed casually.

……

Chang'an Mansion

In the middle of the garden, there is a middle-aged man in a purple robe with a golden crown and a jade belt, who is standing by the pool, looking at the swimming fish in the water in a daze.

"The source of the plague has not been found, how to deal with it, my lord, please make a quick decision." A young man approached slowly and said quietly.

"How do you think I'm going to decide?" The middle-aged man didn't look back and asked.

"Haven't you already made up your mind, and are you asking me what to do? Heh...... "The young man is dressed in white and is full of scholarly spirit.

The middle-aged man turned his head abruptly, staring at the young man.

"You ......," the man said through gritted teeth.

"No poison, no husband! Say it yourself. The middle-aged man at the top of Chang Dan's words almost bit his tongue.

"You...... Unfilial son! Rebel! The middle-aged man was about to teach this unsuccessful son a lesson, but he categorically heard a whisper.

"Are you really going to fight?" A woman walked towards the edge of the pool, like a hibiscus out of the water, with a fragrance of her own. Even the words are so sweet.

"Lian'er, what has become of him? Well? The man was furious.

"That's also your son" Qinglian's resentful eyes gradually calmed down the man, and Chang Dan on the side fed the fish in the pond as if nothing happened, not caring at all.

"That's it, from now on, you are not allowed to take a step out of Chang'an Mansion, and the province will embarrass me Changlong. Hum! ”

Chang Long said, shook his hand and walked out of the garden.

"Dan'er, don't blame your father." Qinglian's eyes were like water, shooting straight into Chang Dan's heart. This made Chang Dan inexplicably embarrassed and at a loss.

“…… Oh, I didn't take him seriously. Chang Dan looked away and looked at the pool.

Qinglian shook her head and left.

Chang Dan felt a little lost and melancholy in his heart, thinking that back then, his father worked hard to win this city, even at the cost of his life, but although he had today's glory and wealth, he also lost his mother who he had never met. And now Qinglian in front of him, after so many years, he doesn't know who to take her for, but as a guest in the house.

……

"Childe, the master told you to come over."

"Got it."

Anding the county seat

One person, one ride.

"Woo ......" The young man grabbed the reins, turned over and dismounted. In front of you, it is the county seat of Anding, no, now, it has been, it is unstable!

There was a foul stench coming from the city, and there was no sound at all, and the silence was terrible, like the wilderness at midnight, mysterious and dangerous. The crumbling walls record what happened here, but there is no way to complain and no words.

A few vultures from the desert circled and wailed, and the boy was a little demented.

Gradually, there was some wind, and the fierce wind of the north was like a knife, carved on the boy's face.

The young man led the horse and walked slowly towards the city, brick by brick, he had to take a look, maybe there would be memories.

He didn't dare to bow his head, all the faces lying on the ground were familiar...... It would have been painful for him.

In his mind, the voice of the Palace Master of the Flower Glasses lingered for a long time......

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A few days ago

Queen Mother Palace

The secret room of the main hall

Hua Glass: "Child, I will pass on my life's work to you... Maybe I'm selfish... But later...... You have to live well...... Forget here, forget me ......"

North Wind: "Palace Master...... I don't want to, I don't want to leave you, you haven't taken me to Jinghua Lake to play...... Woowoo...... Okay, you haven't taken me to see my big brother yet...... I don't go, I don't! ”

Hua Glass: "Bei Feng is to be good, you are starting to look like an adult now, the palace master can no longer take care of you......" said, Hua Mirror was already in tears.

North Wind: "I'm going to accompany you." The north wind wiped away his tears and sobbed.

Loud fights were heard outside the back room.

Flower glasses: "You put away this piece of residual jade, take it, go down the mountain along the secret road, all the way to the east, to Qingzhou, Qingzhou Mansion, there, someone will take care of you." The abbot of White Horse Temple has always had a friendship with me, and if something happens, you can also look for him. Come on! ”

Huajing said resolutely, Beifeng knew that she had made up her mind, so she had to silently take the remnant jade and receive it in her arms.

"Palace Master...... Take care! ”

Beifeng said goodbye with tears in his eyes and entered the secret passage.

The mirror shook his sleeves, picked up his sword, and opened the secret room......

The dazzling light and the pervasive smell of blood choked the nose.

……

A gloomy voice

"Flower Mirror Palace Master, don't come unharmed!"

"Why bother to be benevolent and pretend, I admit it, let's do it."

"Don't worry, it's a pity to kill you."

"Old thief, first ask me about the Spring and Autumn Twin Swords in my hand." The left hand of the flower mirror is the spring sword, and the right hand is the autumn sword, and the cold light is shining.

"Hahahaha...... Come on, come on. ”

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Come back to your senses and be sluggish.

The sky was a little overcast, and the brown horse snorted, shook his head, and became a little impatient.

The young man looked up, and saw the palace of the Queen Mother in the blue smoke from a distance, which was already unrecognizable.

He rode his horse away, ready to worship for the last time, perhaps, the Nine Heavens Xuannu, can't protect here, worship and worship, after all, everything is empty.

I came to the ruins and looked around, but no one survived. The disciples of the Queen Mother's Palace could not escape this catastrophe and suffered all the losses.

A drizzle of rain is coming.

"Amitabha, a dream is all vain......"

The young man turned around abruptly and saw a group of monks reciting the Buddha's words, as if they were overliving their souls.

The young man turned around and stared at the monk in a robe like fire, a little nervous.

I saw that the monk slowly opened his eyes, said Amitabha, bowed deeply, and then said solemnly: "The little donor is frightened." ”

"Who are you?" The boy moved back and stood beside the horse.

"Lao Wei practiced in the White Horse Temple, this time I heard about the plague of stability, I came here to check the situation, the whole city, no one was spared, I thought there was no living thing, I didn't want to meet the little benefactor here, it was really a blessing in misfortune, Amitabha~"

"White Horse Temple?" The teenager seems to have heard of this place.

"How?" The monk was a little puzzled.

"You...... Is it really from the White Horse Temple? ”

"Oh, it seems that the little donor has something to say to the old man, hahaha."

"Hmm......" The young man was guessed at once, and he was a little incoherent.

"The old man's name is one constant, I don't know how the little donor is?"

"I ...... My name is Yan ...... North wind. Yan Beifeng's voice was very small.

"The north wind is blowing, and the four fields are cold and autumn." Yiheng blurted out.

……

After a long time, the rain was a little heavy. The vultures have long since fled the dead city.

The smoke and rain are hazy, the water is full of yellow sand, and the ancient road outside the city

A monk, a horse, a boy

Take it easy.

"Are you really going to the White Horse Temple?" Yiheng asked the north wind.

The north wind nodded silently.

"You are still young, and there are many dusty fates in the world, why should you escape into the empty door and be an old man again." Yiheng said very heavily, as if he remembered something.

Beifeng looked at Yiheng, the hat robe, the green wood crutch, the white beard stained with a little drizzle, he had no wrinkles, he didn't seem to be old, but he was like a century-old monk's breath.

"I'm not a monk, I'm just quiet." Beifeng faintly floated out such a sentence, Yiheng glanced at him with some surprise, and said in his heart: This kid seems to have some attachment.

"Buddhism is pure, you should practice." Yiheng smiled slightly.

"Hmm!"

Chang'an City, Chang'an Mansion

The prefect's study.

"Dan'er, after so many years, haven't you understood your father's painstaking efforts?" Chang Long sat in front of the desk and sighed.

"I understand, Qinglian understands better than me." As soon as Chang Dan spoke, he saw that Chang Long's face changed instantly, his bruises alternated, and his eyes widened with anger.

"That's it, I don't blame you." Chang Long was a little disappointed and hung his head.

"For the sake of a Chang'an City, did you let your mother Chang'an?!" Chang Dan recalled the past, and for a while, he burst into tears.

The guards outside the door were so frightened that they looked sideways, thinking that something had happened.

Chang Long stood up, he didn't slap the table, just looked at his son blankly, but couldn't refute anything. The two stared.

After a long time, a call from outside the door broke the atmosphere.

Chang Long looked back, and it was Qinglian standing at the door.

"Come in." Chang Long nodded slightly.

Qinglian looked at Chang Dan and made sure that he would not get angry, so she slowly walked in.

"It's okay, I'm leaving." Chang Dan turned around and left, completely ignoring the woman.

……

"Alas, the old man has nothing to say...... Chang Long sat on a chair in the lobby and let out a long breath.

"Master, Dan'er is also young, and many things have not been seen through, so don't blame him." Qinglian said and brought a cup of tea.

……

The autumn moon in Chang'an is a reunion again, the stars are bright, and there is a figure by the pool under the moon.

"I'm leaving, you're full, and there may be no one to feed you in the future." Chang Dan said softly, quite reluctant.

The reflection in the water, tonight the white clothes are better than the snow.

He got up slowly, and took another look at the various things in the house, although he was silent, he was full of affection.

Let's go......

Chang Dan jumped up, stepped on the mountain stones, skimmed the moon and drifted stars, and went out of the house.

This Chang'an Mansion's stunt of the moon and the stars is passed down from generation to generation, and when it comes to Chang Dan's generation, he is already perfect, although Chang Long is a stunt, he rarely teaches Chang Dan, because he doesn't want his son to be killed again, but wants him to inherit his career in peace and stability, and be an admired prefect.

However, how could Chang Dan live idlely, for so many years, he was drowsy and had nothing to do during the day, but every time in the dead of night, he got up and practiced martial arts. Although this is not self-taught, but it has also practiced the moon-skimming stars for eight or nine, if someone gives a little guidance, it may be said that it is perfect.

In the night wind, the lights of thousands of homes in Chang'an City were lit up, and the sheng songs were bursting, Chang Dan did not look back and floated out of the city...... Gone without a trace.