In July of the 35th year of the Yonghe reign of Daxie, Wulie Hou Yingzhao was sentenced to beheading because he was jealous of killing the head of the Kui family, Kui Fusu. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Holy One is merciful and will not be held accountable for those who do not want to do it. The once-prosperous infant mansion has since disappeared.

This incident is like a pebble accidentally falling into the middle of the lake, stirring up a small ripple, and then it is forgotten in a blink of an eye.

Winter seems to have come a little early. It was just October, and there was a thin snow on the Hopeless Mountain.

A monk with a thin back sat under the eaves of the porch, looking at the snowflakes on the branches.

Beyond the snowy branches, the mist mixed with snowflakes enveloped the whole world, and as far as the eye could see, only a gray sky remained.

"Teacher, it's snowing heavily." For a long time, the young thick-eyed monk who was kneeling beside the monk reminded respectfully.

"Dustless, what do you see?" After a while, a vicissitudes of sound sounded. Xu hadn't spoken for a long time, and the vicissitudes of life had a hoarse tail.

Lu Wuchen frowned and looked at the snow scene in front of him, and didn't know how to answer, so he lowered his head: "The disciple is dull." ”

"Do you see, blood, it's all blood...... The blood light for which the heavens and the earth have changed color...... It's not far off...... It's not far away......"

The sound of vicissitudes of life seemed to cut through the void and came straight with the wind and snow in the sky, and fell into Lu Wuchen's ears, like a basin of cold snow water poured over his head, which made him shiver.

"Teacher~" Lu Wuchen called in a trembling voice.

"Let's go, dust-free. This troubled world is coming......" The thin figure turned around, revealing a face with a gentle smile - it was a monk in a white robe.

The monk stood faintly under the corridor, like an independent immortal. The snowflakes that were blown by the wind swept up behind him, forming a misty snow mist, which cut off thousands of rivers and mountains, but did not stain him in the slightest.

If it weren't for those tired and vicissitudes of his eyes, no one would have dared to believe that the ordinary monk in front of him was over half a hundred years old.

Half a month later, outside Cangyue Villa, there were two strange people with extraordinary bearing.

The one standing in front was dressed in a white robe, and most of his face was covered by a lowered hood, making it impossible to see his face. I saw a string of fiery red beads sliding unhurriedly between the palm of his slightly raised left hand. The man's palms were thin and white, and there was a faint brilliance flowing between the sliding red beads.

And beside him, stood a righteous and awe-inspiring monk in Mai. The monk looked twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with two thick eyebrows hanging on his square and tough face, and seemed to have an awe-inspiring righteousness that rose to the sky. He held the twelve-ring tin battle that jingled in the wind, and looked at the guests in front of the villa with open eyes.

"Honorable two, what is this?" The guest looked at them and asked respectfully.

"Venerable Master Zhu Niankong, meet Master Liu of Cangyue Villa." The sound of the Mai monk was like a bell, and suddenly, the news of this visit had spread with the wind to every corner of the mountain villa.

The guest looked at the monk in front of him in surprise, and didn't close his mouth for a long time.

It was an extremely ordinary early winter scene. The sky was still gloomy and gloomy, and there was a chill in the wind. But for some reason, the guests vaguely felt that this day seemed to have some special significance.

In fact, Fuke's instincts are not unreasonable. Due to the appearance of these two strange people, the history of the Daxie Dynasty quietly changed on this ordinary day in early winter. The prelude to the troubled times also began.

In later generations, an anonymous person wrote the wild history "Daxie Chronicle". According to the record of "Daxie Chronicle", Zhu Niankong was originally a child of a peasant family, and later obtained the blue eyes of the god of ruins, so he was able to get a glimpse of the heavens through the ancient and the present. At the beginning of the troubled times, the oracle of God has been descended, and Zhu Niankong has thus stepped into the troubled times that are about to begin.

Not many people cared about this vague account. It wasn't until many years later that "Kui Xuelu" was born, and some well-read people found some clues.

In the official history "Kui Xuelu" that has been handed down, there is a record that is very intriguing. It was a short story attached to the biography of "Mr. Bronze" in the "Plot".

"At the palace banquet in the third year of Kui Xue, Emperor Guangwu was drunk, and he sighed at the moon in the courtyard: 'Everyone in the world says that Mr. Bronze is the best in the world, but this is not the case. Bronze once said that Guru Zhu Niankong. The master said to Bronze: 'It is easy to calculate the world, but it is difficult to measure people's hearts' heart, and few people heard of it and thought it was true. ’’

From this, people can know that Mr. Bronze's master is Zhu Niankong.

Logically speaking, if you can teach such a stunning character as Mr. Bronze, I must be far behind.

However, in fact, except for the few words in "The Chronicle of Daxie" and the little story in "Kui Xuelu", Zhu Niankong is like an ethereal shadow, annihilated in the rolling wheel of history.

In contrast to this, his proud disciple, Mr. Bronze, has made a name for himself in the troubled times.

Zhu Nian went down the mountain empty, and there was a thin boy with a dying breath on the hopeless mountain.

The boy had been in a coma, and Zhu Niankong didn't tell Lu Wuchen the reason for bringing the boy back. After bringing back the young man, Zhu Niankong entered the underworld to meditate, and handed over the task of taking care of the comatose boy to his loyal apprentice Lu Wuchen.

Thousands of miles away, on the streets of Gangneung, a little beggar staggered forward with his scarred feet.

But in the end, he fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

Before he could get up, a muddy foot kicked him down.

"Little Flower, tell you to run!" A large, greasy hand grabbed the little beggar by the ear and lifted him upside down.

"Ouch hey, it hurts, it hurts! Uncle, Uncle Zhang, you are light! The little beggar barked with bared teeth.

"You know it hurts, little cub? When I first stole meat to eat, wasn't it quite fat! Hearing this, the butcher slapped the little beggar on the head and let go of his hand with a curse.

"Uncle Zhang, you have a lot. I hadn't seen meat foam for two months, and I was so hungry for meat that I secretly took a small piece and didn't take more. When the little beggar saw that Zhang Butcher let go, he blinked his big black eyes and smiled in defense.

"A little melon seed!" Zhang Butcher scolded in discomprehension, copied Xiao Zhaohua, and sandwiched it under his arm.

Xiao Yuhua felt that she was light, and before she could react, her body rose into the air.

"Uncle Zhang, you have something to say. The Master said, "The mirror doesn't move your mouth!" Come on, let's do it! Killing!! The little beggar caught in his armpit was frightened, and could not help waving his hands and kicking his legs, and screaming like a pig as he pounced.

"Lao Tzu is not a mirror, so he will do it!" Zhang Butcher laughed angrily, grabbed the little beggar's hand, and scolded: "You give me honesty." Twist it again, and I'll chop it up for you, and sell it together with the pork! ”