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Thousands of miles of snow will fly and the sky will be used as a furnace, and everything will be melted into silver.

Seven days later.

At the foot of a huge snow-capped mountain west of the Kunlun Mountains, a white-haired old man is standing with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at the snow-capped mountain in front of him, and the holy and simple snow-white palace on the snow-capped mountain.

The snow will stop, and the wind will not settle.

The snow was scattered among the old man's white hair under the howling of the north wind.

However, the old man didn't care about the ice crystals on his hair, and still just looked at the palace in the distance.

There was no expression on his old face, and there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes, which were no longer bright.

He seemed to be remembering a lot, the past.

Perhaps this palace, which stands on the top of the snow-capped mountain, once had his memories.

It wasn't until a long time later, until the snow was flying in the sky that covered his head with white hair, until a layer of snow had risen above his open eyelids.

He closed his eyes.

And because of this action of closing the eyes, the two piles of snow that were originally lying horizontally on the eyelids fell to the ground.

But after these two piles of snow slowly smashed on the snow, at the foot of this snow-capped mountain, the old man was no longer visible.

It was as if he had never been here, and when he left, he did not leave anything behind.

He had been here for an hour, but after he disappeared, there was not even a trace of footprints left in this place where he stood.

Perhaps this statement that there is no trace of snow is a description of the current scene.......

A moment later, the figure of the old man appeared again in a glittering ice room.

The walls of this ice room are smooth and crystalline, and there are no decorative objects except for an ice bed in the center.

Perhaps it's so cold that the floor of the ice room has been filled with a small layer of white chill for many years.

And in this empty ice room, the figure of the old man is standing in the center of the room, that is, next to the ice bed.

At this moment, he was lowering his head and staring at a woman on the ice bed, who was already asleep.

But the strange thing is that there is not the slightest trace of anger in this proper woman, as if she has been dead for a long, long time.

If it weren't for the fact that the woman's body was covered with a layer of ice crystals, perhaps even this cold and biting ice room would not be able to maintain her face for a long time.

Suddenly, the old man reached out a hand and stroked the woman's face through the ice crystals.

At this time, although the melancholy in his eyes had dissipated, a touch of grief appeared.

He closed his eyes and kept himself from seeing his former lover.

Because, he knew that his old age might not be able to bear such heavy memories again.

The world says that he is the world's best, the first in the world, comparable to the most holy teacher, and can sit and discuss the Tao among the sons of a hundred schools.

When you are angry, the princes are afraid, and if you live in peace, the world will rest.

The era when Zongheng Jue was angry and rushed to the crown was enough to prove his status as a martial arts myth.

However, no matter how strong the martial arts are, what is the use, and what is the use of being the first in the world.

He can't even save his beloved, so what's the best in the world.

And now, perhaps at the age when he has returned to his destiny, he finally opened his heart and accepted the two apprentices.

But even though he has thrown off the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, he still can't know whether he is right or wrong to do this.

Among his two apprentices, the little girl's life experience is destined to bring unimaginable disasters to this world in the future.

And the young man who bears a deep hatred of the sea of blood, the road he will take in the future will definitely be a road of no return, with white bones in ruins and rivers of blood.

Although the world compares him to a living immortal, and regards him as a hero who expelled the Tartars.

However, only he knows what kind of calamity his self-created martial arts have brought him, how many creatures he has killed, and even his wife has died indirectly in his hands.

Therefore, he couldn't predict what kind of results would be brought to this world if he passed on his martial arts to the two apprentices.

And it is precisely because of this that he will travel thousands of miles today to come to this Xuanbing Palace to visit his wife.

He wanted to find an answer.

He wanted to ask the sleeping man what he thought.

He also wanted to tell the other party that the Mohua Sword had already waited for someone who was destined to do so, and he already had two apprentices and a successor...............

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In the evening, in the valley.

Although the master has not been in the valley for the past few days, Shi Wuwei still consciously completed the task of chopping wood assigned by the master.

And today, he also cut a lot of extra firewood.

According to the master's words, if there is any surplus wood, it should be given to the people in the mountains.

So he took the extra firewood and walked into the valley.

"I've been in the mountains for seven days, and if there's any place in the mountains that I haven't visited, it's like there's only that church."

When he thought of the mysterious church, he felt that he wanted to go there and see it.

Shouldering firewood, stepping on the mountains, looking at the people working slowly in the valley, he didn't know why, Wan'er's laughter suddenly sounded in his mind.

In fact, in the dead of night, that smiling face never disappeared from his mind.

After all, the two childhood sweethearts are already familiar with each other when they pee.

Moreover, he remembered that for a while, Wan'er seemed to have said that she wanted to go to the countryside and live a life of a male farmer and a female weaver.

It's just that the world is impermanent, and providence makes people.

The sins of the ten tribes are really heavier than a mountain.

He was a sinner.

And from the moment he was taken out of the Fang Mansion by his master, he already knew that the path he was going to take in the future would not be able to appear Wan'er again.

It's just that he, who is cultivating in the mountains at the moment, doesn't know that the Lin family outside the valley is suffering from a catastrophe.

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In a trance, he came to the broken door of the church.

At this time, there were not many people in the humble church, only an old man in his sixties was slowly cleaning the courtyard.

When he saw this, he reached out and knocked on the old wooden door.

When the old man heard the knock on the door, he slowly turned his head and looked at him.

He carried the firewood and walked up to the other party.

As he got closer, he suddenly noticed that although the old man was old and wrinkled, he had very unique eyes.

In the dim courtyard, the eyes seemed to be emitting a faint blue light.

He suddenly sighed in his heart, "Lustful eyes, lustful eyes, I didn't expect this old man's eyes to be as blue as sea water."

Thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be a little rude.

So, he hurriedly said, "Old man, the master ordered me to go into the mountains every day to cut firewood, and if there is any surplus wood, I need to send the remaining firewood to the people in the valley."

Then he put down the firewood he was carrying and said with a smile, "These are the remaining firewood for today."

When the middle-aged man heard what he said, he stopped cleaning and said kindly.

"My name is Maha, and I'm the one who cleans this church."

After speaking, he looked at the pile of firewood on the ground, and continued with some embarrassment, "There is no firewood in the church, thank you for your generosity." Allah will bless your peace."

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In the evening.

It is located in the coastal area in the southeast of the Central Plains.

A tall, deep-eyed, burly man in the prime of life was inspecting a shipyard.

A vermilion official uniform is on his body, wearing a black wide-winged black gauze hat, the color is obviously different from the pupils of the Han people in the Central Plains, and it is exuding a bright and deep blue.

And these blue eyes under the moonlight are not only very charming, but also full of majesty.

The man in the prime of life, while inspecting the work of the workers in the factory, said in a deep voice to the old man beside him.

"The imperial court has prepared an army of 30,000 to send to all nations. Therefore, I hope that Chen Lao will supervise the construction of the ship."

In front of him stood an old man with a white beard.

And this old man, who should be respected, became extremely respectful after the other party spoke.

Because he knows very well that the court official in front of him is a big celebrity in the eyes of today's saints.

And he knew that although the other party was a eunuch, even if he was a eunuch, he was also the eunuch with the highest martial arts and the greatest power in the world.

Therefore, he did not dare to have any neglect.

So, I saw him speak respectfully.

"Yes, yes. Master Ma, his subordinates will definitely let the workers step up the construction of the ship."

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A moment later, when all the accompanying soldiers retreated, the most powerful eunuch in the world came to the back warehouse of the shipyard, that is, in front of the sea.

Bright, deep blue eyes are quietly looking at the calm, deep sea.

He remembered many, long ago.

He thought of his people, of his brother, of his old father.

Finally, he also remembered the sacred place that his ancestors often talked about, and the holy city that he had to reach even if he exhausted the lives of his people.

In fact, he knew very well that when he was ten years old, when he was forcibly taken back to the camp and castrated by the soldiers, he had already drifted away from the city.

However, he did not give up.

Even after learning that his people had been slaughtered, even after suffering the pain of destroying people, his gaze was still so determined.

Even at an early age, when he found out that he had been castrated. His performance is also much better than that of the young people of the same age on the side.

He didn't yell or cry.

Because he knew that the faith in his heart would take him away from physical pain.

And eventually, it will allow him to reach the piece of his heart, the Holy Land.

At this moment, he also knew that even he had become one with the Han people.

But his heart was never on the land.

He longed for the holy city that his fathers often talked about.

Because there is his faith, there are the footprints of his ancestors, and there is his true home.

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