The snow in the spring is actually nothing, there are always some powerful characters who will make earth-shattering things.

Raising his hand and twisting the snowflakes, the county commander Gongsun Fu found that the snowflakes were not cold, and this snowfall in the sky was only equivalent to a good rain, so he was not nervous. He appeased the crowd and reminded the area to which Chen'an County belonged with the sound of the town monument, and with his prestige, the situation was quickly calmed down.

Wang Qing of the Yao Kingdom, Prince Zhi of Western Chu, Demon King Chen, Hai Longzhen, and Wang Nu Ming, who held the national platform of the Yao Kingdom in the East, secretly investigated the source of the heavy snow on the one hand, and suppressed the matter on the other hand.

But in a more distant place, there is an emperor who is respected for all generations, who swept the heavens and the earth with his majesty, and the dragon qi broke the Yangtze River!

Snowflakes are falling, and thousands of miles are vast. This vast thousands of miles is only outside, and it should not float into the magnificent hall, nor into the eternal holy church. But the snowflakes just floated in, melted into the colorful glazed tiles, crossed the golden dragon pillar, and slowly fell from the top of the heads of countless strong people, slowly falling on the ninety-nine higher places of the steps, and falling on the dragon case that suppressed the eternals.

"I, a little bit of literary talent?"

His fingers touched the snowflakes, the tentacles were soft, and the First Emperor Yingzheng instantly read the information contained in the snowflakes, and raised his head and laughed wantonly. He was more than eight feet tall, and his gorgeous and honorable black and gold dragon robe protruded twelve hundred-zhang tall black dragon dragon heads, trembling like young birds in his laughter.

"Wen Jie really has the courage to speak, Li Si, I want 'the car is on the same track, the book is the same text', how about the little seal characters that Cheng Miao played?"

Among the 3,000 officials under His Royal Highness, there are Wen Jie, Ren Xia, and Fang Shi, each of whom is full of courage, and his eyes seem to have a volume of rivers and mountains between opening and closing. Li Si stepped forward quickly, his fingers also twisted a snowflake, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, Cheng Miao is a first-class Wenjie in my country, I believe that it will not be long before the matter of Shu Tongwen can be solved." ”

"Will he be sanctified by settling this matter?"

"No, you can't. ”

"Then kill it. ”

A word to determine life and death, the first emperor Yingzheng got up and retreated, and didn't seem to take the matter of snowflakes to heart.

And the prime minister Li Si, watching Yingzheng get up and leave, put the snowflakes in front of him, his eyes seemed to have thousands of rivers and mountains constantly changing, and he smiled later: "It turned out to be a white body who opened up Wenshan, and he was a genius, but I am a genius in Daqin, and everyone in Daqin is like a dragon, and I am just a genius." ”

The snowflakes are boundless, and they also fall into Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty. In the gorgeous palace, Li Shimin held Empress Wende, stretched out his hand to twist a snowflake, and smiled extremely cheerfully.

"Guanyin, there is another bohemian genius Wenjie in this world, do you think I should be happy, or should I cure him for the crime of disrespect?"

"Can you find it?" Dai Mei provoked, Empress Wende's eldest grandson didn't give Li Shimin face at all.

"I can't find him, I can only say that I know him. ”

Letting go of his fingers, Li Shimin released the snowflakes and didn't mind a little bit of energy rushing out of his body. These energies are the power of sentient beings, and they are also the reputation that Wen Jie needs, and Li Shimin doesn't seem to care much about these things that escape.

Like Li Shimin, Liu Che of the Han Dynasty and Zhao Kuangyin of the Song Dynasty only smiled slightly after receiving the snowflakes, as a generation of emperors, even if they are not Wenjie, they are also full of poetry and books, they have the chic of literati and the spirit of emperors, and they will not care about anything with their younger generations.

However, farther away, under the sky, there are thousands of miles under the sky, but not vast, and a horse full of scales and armor trampled through the void and soared up to three thousand miles. The man on horseback bent his bow and arrows, and exhaled again, his voice like thunder, and his golden earrings shook and waved, and his scales were wantonly opened, revealing his bronzed muscled chest.

Above 90,000 miles in the sky, a goshawk with a wingspan of 800 miles flew high in fear, and the sky was boundless, but it was chased by a man and had no way to escape.

At this time, a snowflake gently floated on the back of the man's arrow.

Uh, Genghis Khan was speechless, helpless, and his mighty face was a little embarrassed.

"Khan, why don't you shoot the Nine Thunder Eagle down?" asked the horse under his crotch.

"We are the sons of the grassland, the eagles flying high in the sky!"

Releasing the bow and arrow, Temujin huffed. If Wenjie dares to wander to the prairie, he will first be a target for his sons and daughters for three months, and those whose faces do not change will be qualified to be friends of the prairie.

"Do you only know how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle?" Hmph, hum, Ben Khan wants to see, when you grow up, when you come to the grassland, when you face the bow and arrow of the warriors, can you release today's big words?"

The bow and arrow were carried behind his back, and the horse fell.

At an altitude of 90,000 miles, the goshawk with a wingspan of 800 miles roared, and with the joy of the rest of its life, it rushed into the sky......

Inside, it was still pitch black.

Su Ang didn't know about saving a Nine Thunder Eagle, but he only knew that after three quarters of an hour, there was finally a change in the Divine Court of the eyebrows.

Wow!

Hearing only a sound, a trace of fire swayed in the dense black shadows of the simmering torches, only a small bit, but the gray mist that densely covered the divine court was like a wildfire burning the plain, and was burned into nothingness by the flames in an instant.

Light, let there be light!

The world of the Divine Court is no longer gloomy, and you can clearly see ninety-nine simmering torches, one of which is beginning to burn, and the small torch ignites the light of hope!

The earth also began to arch, one, two, and three.

The constantly arching height affects Su Ang's heart, and also affects the hearts of everyone in the Twelve Dynasties. There are figures around Tang Bohu, including famous people from the pre-Qin and Han dynasties, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties wearing longboard crowns, and famous people from the Tang and Song dynasties whose robes are obviously much more gorgeous and more dissolute. The writers of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties also appeared, among which there were more women, and their soft temperament made the emotions ignited by their beautiful eyes even hotter!

Su Ang couldn't wait to be there, but when Wenshan appeared, a strong and terrifying power surged in his body, and he could only feel the changes in his body, and he couldn't enter the Divine Court, but fortunately he could see it, and he also looked forward to the height opened up by Wenshan.

It stands to reason that if he has ninety-nine simmering torches, he can open up ninety-nine zhang Wenshan, but who doesn't want to go further?

Ninety-nine is the limit of Wenshan's height, but above the limit, there is a perfection!

With "Qinyuan Spring and Snow", he opened up Wenshan, can he reach the realm of perfection and perfection?

10 zhang height,

Thirty zhang height,

Sixty-six zhang,

Ninety-nine zhang,

And finally........................ One hundred zhang!

Wenshan swelled up to a height of 100 zhang, reaching the perfection of the extreme, ninety-nine simmering torches circled around the entire peak, and the one at the foot of the mountain even lit a blazing flame, rumbling, lighting six simmering torches one after another.

With the addition of the first one, Su Ang, who had just opened up Wenshan, had already lit seven torches!

"Wenshan has reached a hundred zhang, it is the perfect and ultimate Wenshan, and besides, you also lit seven simmers?"

The folding fan shook non-stop, the speed was so fast, the eight beautiful pictures on it seemed to come to life, Tang Bohu praised loudly: "Lighting ninety-nine simmering fires, you can smelt Wenshan, and when Wenshan melts into Wenshan, it will be considered a bold lift." As soon as you opened the mountain, you lit seven simmers! Great goodness, great goodness, great!"

Xin Qiji followed and exclaimed: "Good boy, you deserve to be our beloved disciple! If you write this article outside, it will definitely be a chapter of good name and inheritance, not only the little Yao Kingdom, your article shocked the world!"

"That's right, it's shocking to the world, don't tell this article......"

Some of the people in the Twelve Dynasties were amazed, and some reminded Su Ang, and the simmer was ignited, and the body and soul were constantly refined, transparent, and became perfect in the scorching heat. But Su Ang didn't care about the changes in his body, and he didn't care about entering the divine court, so he knelt down suddenly, and the knees of the man's daughter knelt on the ground fiercely.

He bowed, and after three prostrations, he raised his head, and his eyes were scarlet.

"Su Ang, bow to my mentor Tang Yin, and ask my mentor to accept me as an apprentice!"

"Please take me as an apprentice!"

"Please take me as an apprentice!"

"Qinyuan Spring and Snow" is Taizu's poem, which is magnificent, far-reaching, and broad-minded, and has been praised as a swan song for the ages by Liu Yazi, the leader of the Southern Social League. Such poems should be shocking to the world, and Su Ang didn't want to say more.

But Tang Bohu wants to sacrifice his life for himself, and he can't afford to worship himself?

Tang Bohu, you teacher, Lao Tzu has to worship, and you must also make your teacher proud of his disciple! Su Ang thought again, raised his hands high, made a tea, and said loudly: "The teacher is above, please accept Su Ang's worship!"

"Okay, good, good, contemptible people accept it, you beloved disciple, contemptible people accept it!"

Tang Bohu laughed and looked around proudly, among the people of the Twelve Dynasties, those who had not drunk Su Ang's apprenticeship tea before also laughed, and said one after another: "I will also accept it, the master and apprentice are like father and son, there is a son like this, I can't wait to accept it, isn't it a big loss?"

Hearing this, Su Ang was overjoyed and kowtowed again.

Under the ecstasy, Su Ang forgot the talent in his body, opened up Wenshan, and did a show of talent, but the talent can be used, and the talent contained in the seven simmers was shocked out of the body, and after the compartment made of special wood touched the talent, it scattered around.

There was a sudden light in front of him, and Su Ang looked up in amazement.