The winter in Moyuan Mountain is very quiet, the sun is lukewarm and hanging over the white city, but the whole white city is covered by snow in the sun, a piece of white velvet, knights in black and white armor patrol the city, a flock of birds fly from afar, land on the treetops, the towering old tree is also covered with a heavy blanket, the branches are hung with ice, shining in the sun. The earth was clean and pure, and a woman dressed in purple walked in it.

A bird flew up to the window, its fluttering wings sweeping the snow off the window. He lay in bed and looked out the window at the sun, which in winter had no beams, neither soft nor warm. He had been lying in bed for a month, and his limbs were as stiff as wood after being soaked in the black river, and he needed to soak the willow juice every day to recover.

There is incense on the case, it is an unknown incense, the fragrance is faint, a fine smell but refreshing, the incense bundle is a straight line, not bent or winding, straight upward, until it reaches the bottom of the roof beam.

There is a small bell hanging on the roof beam, whenever the wind blows, the chimes touch each other, and the sound of clear and clear Ling Ling will sound, which is quite beautiful. The decoration in the house is simple but not simple, everywhere reveals a noble and elegant atmosphere, for example, the black and white landscape painting on the wall, and for example, the bronze maid squatting in the corner of the wall, the maid who can't speak and can't move is holding a sword, the sword is lying quietly in the maid's arms, out of the sheath for three points, revealing the inscription on the sword and a plum blossom.

There was a knock on the door.

He sat up from the bed.

The man outside the house waited for three breaths, then pushed the door open, and the cold wind hid behind the visitor, and it rolled up the corners of its purple skirt and startled the birds on the edge of the window. Tonghua is like a purple elf, tranquil and quiet, Zhuo Zhuorusu, the skirt is extremely delicately cut, very close-fitting, and the waterfall-like black hair is half on the chest, and the other half hangs down on the back waist.

"Uncle Shi."

Tonghua gave a generous salute, holding a wooden plate in her hand, in which many medicines were placed, and two women dressed in black and white followed behind her. Every day at this time, she would come to treat Yin Wudao. Because she can not only fight with the king of ink wolves, but also has excellent medical skills.

Yin Wudao picked up the black and white sword, hung it on his waist, and walked to the window to look at the sun and Baicheng outside.

Tonghua put the wooden plate on the table, waved her hand, the two maids retreated outside the house, and she herself walked to another window and looked at the quiet Bai Cheng: "Shizun asked me to tell Uncle Shi that if Uncle Shi's body has recovered, he can enter the Black and White Hall tomorrow and then take the path of inquiry." ”

Wenxin Road is the white avenue with a clear river on each side. That avenue is full of all kinds of rune traps, and if you take one wrong step, you will fall into the bottomless abyss. According to the rules of the Mo family, if the children of the Mo family who are armed with black and white swords or wear ink heart flowers want to inherit the position of the great son, they must pass the test of the path of conscience.

Last time, Yin Wudao fell on that road and planted himself in the Black River, if he failed again this time, what awaited Yin Wudao would be a permanent sinking, and no one would pick him up from the Black River. He could even imagine that the black river water would fill his body little by little, and he would rot in the black river, eventually turning into a corpse, witnessing the horror of the black river.

Of course, embarking on the path of conscience is only the first step, and the road ahead is still very long, and dangers and difficulties will always accompany him, but he has no choice.

Yin Wudao didn't speak, he quietly looked at the outside world, this is the highest point in the White City, located at the top of the tower, there are no clouds in the sky, the sun is overhead, as if he can reach out and catch it. The puppet standing on the city wall was also covered with snow, and a soldier in black and white armor walked up to a puppet, and without knowing how to twist the mechanism there, he saw the puppet rumble and move, shaking the snow and scattering it one after another.

More and more golems are activated, and they are like giants sleeping in the snow, carrying equally huge swords and crossbows, showing their power to the sun. At the same time, earth-shattering bells rang, and the sound of reading books sounded under the tower. The sound of subdued frustration came from the bottom to the bottom, and it spread mightily. Listening to this voice, Yin Wudao Gujing Bubo's face finally had a smile.

The strength of the White City lies not only in its strength, but also in the knowledge it possesses. Any prince who acquires it in its entirety will become extremely powerful.

Of course, the premise is to get it in its entirety.

Tonghua is also looking at Bai Cheng, she has been watching it for more than ten years, in her eyes, Bai Cheng has always been like that, those puppet beasts are toys one by one, they can breathe fire, they can also spit water, they are all creepy toys, and the sound of reading in the tower is also annoying. Tonghua has a secret, an unknown secret, she actually likes to sleep lazy, as if in winter, the warm quilt can always bring her a sense of security, but the nasty bell and reading sound will always wake her up, after waking up, she has to wear the ink heart flower, become the chief disciple in the white city.

The chief disciple in the White City is high-minded, unsmiling, and his every move has to be looked up to.

Tonghua doesn't like to be looked up to, which makes her feel lonely and afraid. The King of the Ink Wolves liked to crawl on his forelimbs before he attacked, and then leaped and rushed to the top of her head, looking down at her condescendingly, and to this day, she still remembers that cold gaze, which was shivering. It was extremely scary to be looked down on, it would make people feel very small, and whenever she was looking at her younger brothers and sisters, she couldn't help but think that they were looking at me from below, just like I was looking at the king of ink wolves.

If she had a choice, Tong Hua really wanted to throw the ink heart flower on her wrist out of the window, no matter which junior brother or sister picked it up, she didn't care. If I do that, I should be very happy, and then I will no longer have to care about the eyes of my brothers and sisters, and I will no longer have to dream of that hateful little villain, that is really a beautiful thing.

Recently, Tonghua dreams of Ji Lie almost every day, in her dreams, Ji Lie is as hateful as ever, he always laughs at her evilly, even the big monster bird is evil, he also ordered someone to shoot her with an arrow, it swoops down from the sky, trying to peck her to death. They are all evil, just like the King of the Ink Wolves.

Little wicked man, I hope you live well.

The sun hid, and it began to snow outside, and Tong Huafang's heart trembled, but not for ignorant emotion, but for hatred.

"Uncle Shi, I heard that you once escorted the little marquis of the Song Kingdom to Anguo?" Tonghua's voice trembled a little.

A snowflake fell on Yin Wudao's eyebrows, Yin Wudao's eyebrows were thick and black, and the temperature of the human body quickly melted the snowflakes, he raised his head, looked at the flying snow, and nodded.

Tonghua quickly glanced at Yin Wudao, Yin Wudao's face was expressionless, Tonghua breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and continued: "I heard that the little marquis of the Song Kingdom has a stupid, stupid ......"

Somehow, she couldn't say the word 'stupid son', maybe because she felt that Ji Lie was a wicked person, not like a fool at all, of course, it could be because of something else, as for anything else, no one could tell, this is the mind of her daughter's family, Haotian God doesn't understand.

"He's not a fool."

Yin Wudao spoke, his voice was very hoarse and ugly, the urn sound was angry, he only had a small half of his tongue, and his pronunciation needed to be vibrated with the qi in his chest and abdomen.

It must be painful, Tonghua is a kind girl, she doesn't want to ask any more, but she can't help asking, "What kind of person is he?" I mean, the good guys, or the bad guys? ”

"Good guys? Villain? ”

Yin Wudao turned his head and looked directly at Tong Hua, there was a little light burning in his cold and dead eyes, the light was like a jumping fire, and it was suddenly blazing, so burning that people didn't dare to look at him.

There is no way to avoid it, or Tonghua didn't avoid it at all, she looked at Yin Wudao indifferently, her eyes were quiet. In the face of a strong opponent, you must not be cowardly, you have to be as calm as Moyuan Mountain, as calm as the black river. This is the teacher's teaching to Tonghua, and Tonghua will never forget it.

After a long time, the light in Yin Wudao's eyes fell, and returned to a deathly depth, he turned his head and looked at the snow outside the window, his voice was even more hoarse: "What do you want to know?" Or rather, what do you want to know? ”

Poultry Xiangli? Master? Alas, did he think that I was ordered by my master to interrogate? No, I just want to know what kind of person the little villain is. Tomorrow, he will take the path of inquiry, cross the puppet mountain, and then enter Moyuan Lake, and only after passing these three levels can he challenge his master, however, no one can pass these three levels. He would die, despite the black and white sword in his hand. If he were to die, there would be no one to tell me what the little wicked man would be like.

Do you want to tell him that I have met that fool before?

But what shall I say? Did you tell him that I was ordered to kill that little wicked man, but the little wicked man saw through it, and then fled back in disgrace? He's going to laugh at me.

No, he won't laugh, he'll look at me like he just did.

A little villain is a little villain, who else can he be? He wanted me to die, so he ordered someone to shoot me, but he shot my brother's ass. Although at the last moment, he called back the big monster bird, but he was still a villain.

Why should I ask?

Hmph, I know without asking.

In an instant, Tonghua's mind was racing, and she thought of many possibilities, I have to say, she is a very smart girl, thinking about it, she finally persuaded herself, hid the doubts in her heart, tried to remember only Ji Lie's evil, and did everything possible to remember.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, gradually muffling out the sound of reading.

Tonghua's eyes blinked, his heart was very confused, and his fingers wrapped the hair on his chest around and around, but he didn't speak.

She's waiting. Sometimes, waiting is a rebuttal and the most effective weapon to bring back the dusty past.

Sure enough, Yin Wudao spoke, and he spoke to the heavy snow.

"He's just as kind as you are."

"Kindness?"

Good and evil? Tonghua's mouth opened slightly, and he didn't close it for a long, long time.

Yin Wudao turned his head and stared at her: "Tell Yu Xiangli that I am Song Rang, Yin Rang, and Yin Wudao." And he will always be a bird, he is hiding in this white city, but he stretches out his black hands in all directions, this is not the truth that the Mo family is looking for at all. ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi."

Tonghua's heart was pounding, she didn't understand the meaning of Yin Wudao's words at all, now, her brain was a mess, over and over again, coming and going was Ji Lie's face, sometimes evil, sometimes hateful, sometimes returning, and it made people's hearts beat faster.

Tonghua was confused.

When I went, I was more confused than when I came.