Outside the northern border, yellow sand is raging.

The rickety branches of the old tree are full of dead vines. The night crow hovered in the air for a long time, its pitch-black feathers obscuring the already dim starlight. The dark night was like an abyss, and in the abyss buried an old trade road that had been abandoned for many years, and the road was barely smooth, but it was a little lonely.

The unchanging silence was suddenly broken by the sound of horses' hooves.

On the trade road, a young man dressed in black is galloping on a horse, holding a baby in his arms. The baby sucks his thumb and sleeps soundly. The half-month-long escape has made the teenager feel deeply tired, and he still needs to take care of the baby on the way, which makes the already tired teenager more and more powerless, his eyebrows are locked, and his thin cheeks are full of fatigue.

The young man who hadn't closed his eyes for a long time suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

It turned out that there was a ray of moonlight shining on the baby's cheek, and the little guy was white and chubby, and it was really cute. The young man looked at the baby's fair and round cheeks, and his originally tightly knit brows suddenly stretched a lot, and he unconsciously smiled.

The light in the abyss, or the last hope.

On the lonely and deserted old trade road, the cold wind is cold, and the dead trees and branches on the side of the road make a faint sound, like a ghost crying. The cold wind struck the boy in the face with impunity, forcing the boy to lift his spirits, his eyes wide, and his eyes to stare at the road ahead.

The clouds drifting around at night, as if deliberately against the boy, swallowed up the ray of moonlight that had come from a hard time, and the boy fell into darkness again.

Brief light is far more cruel than eternal darkness.

About half a stick of incense, a few miles behind the young man, suddenly there was a violent sound, like a god's drum, resounding through the sky, "Wait for the speed to speed up, Poor Dao take the first step, go ahead and stop him!"

"The Taoist chief walks slowly, and the poor monk goes with you. The monk who was sitting on horseback with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and like a tiger out of the sky, he ran into the air and kept sweeping forward.

The Taoist and Toutuo walked in the air, constantly chasing forward, and in a moment they were already approaching the young man. The pursuit of the young man this time is not a matter of two people, but the Golden Horde, which should have been passed on to the army, was passed to the Taoist by mistake, and the Taoist had to act according to the instructions of the ancestors of the desolate people, but there was a lot of slackness along the way, and it was just a matter of getting by.

A young man from a foreign country, although he made a lot of noise in the wasteland, but in the eyes of Taoists, what the young man did was within the rules, and he did not violate the ancestral system of the wasteland. Chasing and killing a young cultivator who has not yet reached the crown for no reason, the Taoist is really a little shameless. Moreover, the young man acted in the wasteland, dared to live and die, traveled alone in the thirteen desperate situations in the wasteland, and was born after death, and the Taoist people appreciated it.

The frivolity unique to youth is really enviable.

Therefore, I have a little more affection for this unknown foreign boy. On the way to the original pursuit, I wanted to find an opportunity to release the boy, but the boy's escape route and the boy's vague appearance couldn't help but remind the Taoist of a person, a person who had suppressed the wasteland for thirty years.

The indifference to the world in the young man's eyebrows was exactly the same as when the man was young.

The Daxu Dynasty, under the Holy Son of Heaven, above the hundred officials, there are two kings.

One south and one north, civil and military.

The south of the wasteland, the north of Daxu, is the northern border.

In the three northern states, one person is the king, and the title is Zhenbei.

There was a great war between the North and the Wasteland, which destroyed the Wasteland's twenty years of national strength, and after this battle, the Wasteland did not dare to talk about going south. After the defeat, the high priest of the Golden Horde of the wasteland went to Kyoto City in person, endured the pain and ceded the Hexi grassland with Daxu, and promised that within fifty years, no wasteland would set foot in the land of Daxu.

The Taoist man's face was gloomy, and he said in his heart, the people of the north have trespassed into my wasteland, so leave your life behind.

The young man turned to look, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and a cyan glow flashed in the corners of his eyes. Looking at the two figures approaching, according to the Hidden Body Method, it was speculated that one of the people who came should be one of the seven most respected Dharma lineages in the Wasteland Cultivation Sect, a cultivator of the Giant Sect. As for the general heel of the other person, the young man was a little puzzled, and according to the body method, it was indeed similar to the giant gate, but there was more authentic Buddhism in it.

The Taoist calls himself Qingchen, and the monk calls himself Jueyuan, as the young man guessed, both of them belong to the bloodline of the giant gate of the wasteland. However, in the early years, they all had their own teachers, and they were not really Dharma lineage cultivators. Especially the monk, in the early years, he was actually the first Zen sect in the Western Regions, an anonymous disciple of the monk of Lianhua, who practiced Zen Buddhism for a period of time, which was considered a small success, so he was stained with a bit of Buddhist charm.

Although the Giant Gate One Vein is not as Dao and Dharma as the Seven Veins, and its status is respected, it is also an existence with extremely high status and strong combat power among the Seven Veins. If he fights alone, the teenager is confident that he still has the strength to fight, but at this moment, the baby in his arms has become a burden, and his hands are bound to be restricted. In desperation, he had to hope that the horse under his crotch would be able to run faster, but the monk's foot strength was fast or slow, and the young man had his own measure in his heart, and it was only a matter of time before he was caught up.

The young man looked at the baby in his arms and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Seventh is incompetent, I'm afraid I can't take you home." ”

The young man subconsciously touched the long sword behind him, but when he touched the scabbard, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and shook his head helplessly, looking lonely.

Some things may not deserve to be picked up again in their lifetime, and some people don't want to remember them again in their lives, but they can't put things down, and people can't forget them.

When the horse galloped, two figures suddenly swept over the young man, it was the monk and the Taoist, the two fixed in front of the horse, the Taoist raised the dust in his hand, and scolded: "Retreat!"

The horse was frightened, and his front hooves were raised high, and he almost threw his master off, but the young man skillfully tightened the reins and clamped the horse's belly with his feet, so that the steed turned, and the front hooves landed again. When the horse was stable, the young man turned over and dismounted, bowing slightly to the two in front of him. When you get up, hold the baby tightly with your left hand and place your right hand into a fist at your side.

The boy has a fist and can come out at any time.

The monk folded his hands and bowed in return. The Taoist returned the young man's salute with the head of the Daomen, and then said with a smile: "The son is young and fearless, and he entered my wasteland alone, and he is very brave! Dare to ask who is the surname of the child, and where is the person?"

"Under the surname Zhang, the name Xiao, the word Linxuan, lives in Shuofang City in the north. ”

The Taoist face was gloomy, and the Zhang family in the north was indeed his son. The people of the wasteland hate the surname Zhang in the north. The Taoist smiled playfully, "It turned out to be the Seventh Prince of Zhenbei City, no wonder he was able to toss so many movements in the wasteland." But a swordsman who can't lift a sword, dare to enter my wasteland?!"

"How can you not come to a barren land?!" Zhang Linxuan said with a smile.

"Trespassers, die!" said the Taoist angrily. The Taoist sealed with one hand and waved the dust with the other, and bursts of yin and thunder converged, condensed into a black long sword, and the long sword went straight to the young man's door.

Zhang Linxuan's right hand was slightly raised, his middle finger and index finger were stretched out together, and the other three fingers were bent, transporting away the vitality of the whole body and gathering it on the tips of his two fingers.

The menacing but powerless black sword dissipated like smoke and dust when it touched the young man's fingertips.

The Taoist grinned and looked at the boy with playful eyes. Although the young man's tentative move has been easily broken, what the Taoist wants has already come to fruition. After the boy broke the move, he hurriedly put it on the side of his fist right hand, there was a flash of black miasma on the back of the hand, the young man forcibly suppressed it with his own vitality, the speed is really difficult for ordinary people to detect, but unfortunately in the eyes of Taoists, this little trick is like a child playing at home, childish and ridiculous.

The young man walked the rivers and lakes and was full of spirit, but after all, he still lacked the mature and old ways of the old people in the rivers and lakes.

There are still shortcomings in the ointment.

Although Zhang Linxuan had used his vitality to protect his fingers, the thunder method on the sword had indeed injured his fingertips. The Taoist does not belong to any of the orthodox lineages of the Daomen, and the Lei Fa is far from the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, but the Lei Fa of the Taoist has its own uniqueness. In this way, it is not in the skin, but in invading the human body, disrupting the operation of the vitality of the human body.

"Shameless!"

"It's just a serious way of practice. The Taoist didn't care, but said viciously: "Today, the poor Dao wants you to die in the wasteland like your brother!"

The young man suddenly pulled out the long sword behind him, pointed the tip of the sword directly at the Taoist, and said in a deep voice: "Desolate, damn it!"

As the two spoke, Natoutuo suddenly flipped the iron rod in his hand and went straight to the young man's chest, and the young man resisted with the long sword in his hand, dissolving the yin damage hidden in the iron staff. At the same time, the boy seized the opportunity and stabbed the monk in the neck with a sword, trying to defeat the enemy with one move. Unexpectedly, the monk's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had come behind the young man, and the monk handed it out with a palm, like a boulder rolling down on the top of the mountain, and smashed directly on the young man's back, shaking the young man's qi and blood turbulence, and suddenly a stream of blood gushed in his throat, the young man clenched his teeth, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and the young man was afraid that the blood would splash on the baby's face, so he swallowed the mouthful of dirty blood. The head of the head did not change his face, and stood behind the Taoist again.

"The swordsman who has lost his sword heart can't even detect this bit of murder. The Taoist was a little embarrassed.

The young man wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were like tigers, and he stared at the two of them angrily, "One day, I, Zhang Linxuan, will slaughter all the seven veins in the northern realm!"

"Huangkou child, don't be ashamed. It's a pity that you don't have a day to come, so Poor Dao will send you to the Nine Shadows to meet the Immortal Monarch!"

Thirty miles away, there is an ancient pass that stands in the north of heaven and earth and has been thousands of years long. At this moment, on the head of this ancient pass, there is a man over half a hundred years old, wearing an old black coat, sitting on his lap, looking into the distance.

The night was dark, and the old man didn't see it very clearly, so he had to bow his head helplessly, shook the wine glass in his hand, and drank the remaining wine in the cup, and the man sighed and said: "The wine in this drunken mud shop is indeed not bad, and the remaining half pot will be kept for that old guy." ”

The young woman who accompanied her, after hearing the words, stepped forward to put away the wine jug, and then stood behind the man again. Dressed in red, its appearance of the country and the city can be vaguely seen under the dim starlight, the long black hair hangs down like a galaxy, gently draped over the shoulders, like peach-like eyes, with a slight hint of gold, and the dark night is difficult to hide the clarity and brightness in the woman's eyes. She frowned without a trace, her eyes filled with anger and concern.

The man coughed softly and said in a deep voice, "Take your son home." ”

In a dark corner of the city, an old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Old slave, command." ”

The voice lagged behind, and a rickety figure swept away.

For the word "will", in the Daxu Dynasty, which has strict rules and pays the most attention to etiquette, it is suspected of trespassing. According to the law of Daxu, those who despise the royal prestige and usurp the monarchy shall be punished with capital punishment.

However, these so-called ancestral rituals are like a non-existence for the north, and the people of the north seem to have always followed only the rules of that palace.

"Since there is this fate to form a family, then naturally I still have to give him some face in the future. The man looked down and chuckled softly.

The woman retracted her gaze, saluted the man, and said with a smile: "I ask for something to ask for Huang, and I hope that the prince will approve it." ”

"Uncle Chen has already left, you don't have to ......" The man looked at the woman's resolute eyes, shook his head, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, just do what you want, some things are naturally handled by you." But you can say it in advance, if you ask about the Zhumang Academy in the south afterwards, Xuan'er asks me to give you a birthday gift, but it will be one less. ”

It's just a sage's handwriting, don't want it.

The earth of the world, countless cold and summer, spring and autumn, natural circulation and evolution of countless avenues, hundreds of schools of thought in the world. Since the founding of the Qin Dynasty in Zhongzhou, the secular world under the mountain has been taken care of by Confucian protégés. More than 1,000 years ago, there was a scholar who traveled far and wide, obtained the road in the Shifang Pavilion, and then asked the four sages of Confucianism, although the final result is unknown to the world, but Confucianism began to delegate power to the secular dynasty under the mountain, but it retained the right to supervise and inspect the twelve palaces.

The Confucian Confucian Temple, which is located in the territory of the former Lu State in Zhongzhou, directly governs the Twelve Xue Palaces, and then the twelve Xue Palaces each divide the number of six states, so as to check and balance the dynasties under the mountains in their respective territories. The Temple of Literature is not allowed to interfere in the formulation of military and political laws of any dynasty, all of which are handled by the Yamashita Dynasty itself, and the foundation of its school palace is only to maintain the etiquette rules formulated by the saints, and any irregularities will be recorded, and those who ignore the rules will be punished very severely by the school palace.

As for the 24 Confucian Academies alongside the Twelve Palaces, they are dedicated to preaching and teaching to the world, ignoring secular affairs.

Anything in this heaven and earth, from a certain point of view, Confucianism can be judged. But in the eyes of this man, it's just a birthday gift.

The woman walked up to the man disrespectfully, looked back and smiled: "The matter of the slave maid's birthday ceremony, the prince said that it doesn't count, the slave and maid only listen to the son in this matter." ”

The man shook his head a little helplessly, and suddenly there was a look of remembrance in his eyes, and he muttered softly: "The longbow is spread, the golden feather is now, and I haven't seen it for many years." ”

The woman in red had a light cyan longbow in her hand at some point, quickly raised and fell, and in the blink of an eye, an iron arrow had pierced the night sky, accompanied by bursts of phoenix roars, pointing straight into the distance.

Thirty miles away, the iron arrow broke through the air, the Taoist and Toutuo looked at the arrow, their faces were horrified, and before the two of them could react, they had already turned into two charred corpses and fell to the ground, only the tail of the iron arrow, burning with flames, stood aside.

Then an old slave walked up to the boy and grinned.

"Grandpa Chen, you're here. The boy smiled back.

The old man leaned over, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "The prince asked the old slave to pick up the son and go home with the little son." ”

The young man nodded, got back on the horse, raised the whip, and laughed loudly: "Stinky boy, Uncle Seven will take you home!"

The old slave always followed the young man, no matter how wild the horse galloped, he never distanced himself. Before leaving, the old man glanced at the two dead corpses, couldn't help frowning, and muttered, "Is this going to be broken and then stand?"

As soon as the young man left, more than 100 horsemen followed, and when they saw the corpses of the Dao man and Toutuo, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. The leader turned over and dismounted, and not far from the corpse, he saw an iron arrow with a flame burning at the end of the arrow.

The leader of the army suddenly took off his helmet, stood the spear in his hand at his side, looked around, and said loudly: "Feng Yu fell into the scorched earth, and the white clothes built the Beijing Temple, which is the first battalion of the Zhenbei Army in night battles." I don't know if we are qualified to fight you to the death!"

After more than 100 riders, a man in white suddenly appeared, standing in the air, his face covered with a mask with a hideous expression, spotless white clothes fluttering in the wind, and under the moonlight, he looked like Shura.

The man put his hands behind his back and said very calmly: "The wind rises." ”

As soon as the words fell, countless knives flashed in the darkness around them. The man suddenly waved his white sleeves, and countless small trivial sounds suddenly came from the silent ancient road, and countless people wearing black robes suddenly appeared around the more than 100 horses, all of whom were masked with black cloth and stood with knives.

The man in white looked down, the eyes under the mask gave people a chilling feeling, it was an indescribable gloom and horror, but the man's tone of voice was extremely flat, "If you want to fight, then fight." ”

The man in black suddenly rushed forward with his sword in hand, like a battlefield carving, and rushed towards the enemy's iron hooves. The wasteland is full of horsemen, riding horses and carrying spears, and they also rush into battle. Two by two, that is, life and death. Therefore, it was only a cup of tea, and the business road was already full of corpses, heads, and broken arms scattered everywhere, and more than 100 horsemen without exception, all died, but there were no whole corpses. And the man in black who died, by the person closest to him, put his sword on top of his head, and the heaven and earth were tombs.

The leader who knew that he would die, but still fought a battle, died without falling.

The man in white took off his mask, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and smiled brightly. Someone once said that the scenery there is excellent, the Guanghan laurel, the jade rabbit golden toad, and the cold beauty who leans on the hook fence to look at the world, all of which are stunning in this world.

May the living not be seen, but the dead.

The man waved his sleeves and fell to the ground, and several men in black immediately retreated and disappeared again. The man walked slowly in the direction of the young man's horseback galloping, and the moonlight reflected his back, gradually moving away.

Everyone in the world knows that the seventh son of the king of Zhenbei, the fifth son is named Zhen, the word Linmo, withdrawn by nature, likes the moonlight, is good in white clothes, and is the most cold and elegant woman in the eye. He once composed 13 songs in the White Horse Temple of Kyoto City, and his fame moved the world.

On the way back, there were two dark clouds covering the moon, and this weak-crowned son who moved the world actually squatted on the ground and hugged his head and cried. Approaching the city gate, the white-clothed man with red and swollen eyes stood outside the city gate, with white temples and a black ermine coat, staring at each other for a long time, and the latter patted the former's shoulder and smiled: "Hard work." ”

The man in white took a step back, saluted respectfully, and said, "Father's words are serious. ”

The old prince shook his head and said with a smile: "Go to the city first, go home together." ”

The old prince turned around and walked into the city gate, boarded a carriage and slowly returned. Inside the car was a woman, dressed in a snow-white sable fur, holding a fat cat sleeping soundly in her arms. The old prince said softly: "Didn't you say that you won't come?" ”

The woman smiled and said, "I haven't seen my child for three years, and I miss him a little." ”

The old prince took the woman's hand, and the woman's face was full of smiles. Two people who have been with each other all their lives don't actually need too many words to express their feelings.

The princess looked at the child in front of her who was hugged by Zhang Linxuan, and she should call herself a grandmother according to her seniority. The woman kept smiling and repeating a name in her mouth: "Give a gift, give a gift."

Give wisdom and courage, self-denial and revenge.

In this way, on an official road to the south, a young man in black rode a horse in front, and an old slave with a rickety body followed closely behind; a carriage followed, and the prince and princess in the carriage looked at the little guy in front of him with a doting face, and a woman in red drove outside the carriage, and a weak crown boy sat beside her, burying her head between her arms.

The moonlight was just right, and the boy returned home safely.

The bitter winter in the north is coming to an end before you know it.