On the land of the Central Plains, I don't know how many dynasties there have been. One generation rises, then prosperes, then declines, and finally destroys, being replaced by a new empire.

Since Emperor Wuyuan Gaozong unified the Central Plains three hundred years ago and ended a hundred years of turmoil, the Dayang Empire has lasted for three hundred years.

In the past three hundred years, the thousand demons of the demon world have not planned the battle to conquer the world, and the demons of the demon domain have not secretly divided the war to destroy the world, and the empire has flourished, except for the invasion of the Eastern Islands from time to time, it is actually an unprecedented peace and prosperity in the history of the Central Plains.

However, the Dongyang Islands were relatively vast, vast and unified in the Central Plains, and the Great Yang Empire was not enough to become a formidable opponent. The most recent major war was the Oriental Rebellion a hundred years ago. That battle lasted for more than ten years, and later it was Song Changfeng, a disciple of the Liuyun Sect of Ziwei Peak, who ended the war with his self-created Seven Star Heavenly Recipe to kill Blood Prajna.

The starting point of the story takes place on the Chinese New Year's Eve, the three hundred years of the Great Yang Empire.

At noon on Chinese New Year's Eve, goose-feathered snowflakes fell without the slightest intention of stopping. The entire imperial military capital is immersed in the joy of Chinese New Year's Eve, and the red lanterns are like stars in the night sea, reflected in the bright and snowy streets, red and white correspondingly, and the brilliance is flowing.

On the street outside the court of the Emperor Wudu, Zhang Jiheng, the eunuch of Qintian, and Feng Chengru, the historian, reported to Emperor Wudexian that the state affairs were over, and they returned home in a carriage.

"It has been three hundred years since the snow fell from the sky, and every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, the imperial military capital is covered with snow, and I think the next year will also be a year of great abundance. Qin Tianjian Zhang Jiheng lifted the window to look at the snow scene and sighed.

The horses' hooves clattered, but there was no sound in the carriage.

"Brother Feng, why don't you speak?" Zhang Jiheng put down the tassel curtain and looked at the historian family on the side.

Feng Chengru glanced at the snow outside, seemed to be a little impatient, and his tone was a little hurried, "Brother Zhang, I have only arrived at Changping Street, and it will take at least half an hour before I can get home!"

"Haha......" Hearing Feng Chengru's words, Zhang Jiheng couldn't help laughing, just now Feng Chengru didn't say a word, and thought he was worried about something, but now hearing him say this, Zhang Jiheng is 10,000 sure that he must be thinking about that Feng Yuyi.

The Feng family has always been the family of historians, and the dynasty has changed, but the Feng family has never involved the interests of all parties, maintains a neutral position, is impartial, and records everything that happened in the past, present and future for the human race.

There is no record of how many generations the Feng family has inherited, except for the people of the Feng family, but since the beginning of Feng Chengru's great-ancestor, the Feng family has always been a single lineage, especially in Feng Chengru's generation, at the age of forty, Mrs. Li gave birth to a son, named Feng Yuyi.

When you are old, you will naturally cherish it very much. The whole government and the opposition are circulating, and every day after the wind becomes a Confucian dynasty, it has been accompanied by the wind bath. There were even a few times when Feng Yuyi just had an ordinary typhoid cold, and Feng Chengru had to take leave from the emperor, and waited for Feng Yuyi with his wife Li day and night. The love of cherishing can be seen.

"Lord Tingwei, first drive the carriage to Lord Feng's mansion, and then turn back to my mansion, in addition, I bother you to be sharp, come out for a long time, our Lord Feng is lovesick, and I can't wait to see my family. Zhang Jiheng said to the imperial guards of the imperial horse, and then said "haha" a few times, as if he was joking.

"Yes!" the guard replied, and with three lashes, the carriage sped up.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang. Feng Chengru didn't have any displeasure, but felt very satisfied in his heart, for the sake of his family, why should he care about other people's teasing?

Half an hour passed, and before the carriage stopped, Feng Chengru hurriedly got up and got out of the car, "Lord Zhang, it's not early, the foolish brother will go back to the house first, and I will thank you again in the coming day." After saying that, I couldn't wait to step into the snow.

"Slow down......" Zhang Jiheng watched him enter the mansion from the carriage until he put down the tassel, and the horse's hooves sounded again, leaving two rows of hoof prints in front of the Fengfu gate.

Feng Chengru just approached the mansion, and saw a scene in the inner mansion from a distance: a graceful but quiet young woman holding Jinglun, reciting classics, and a young child as tender as a white lotus root read along with the voice, although the voice was small, but full of confidence. His voice could be heard from afar:

"The husband and the gentleman, set up a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open a peaceful ...... for all generations"

That young son is naturally the fifth generation of the Feng family - Feng Yuyi.

Although the immature voice revealed obvious puzzlement, but there was no irritability or impatience, Feng Chengru gently walked outside the door and stopped, he felt that the most wonderful scenery he had seen in this life was almost like this:

The Li family teaches their children, and the children learn carefully.

"Daddy, you're back!"

I don't know how long it took, Feng Yuyi suddenly made a sound, and then jumped off the thick wool pad, ran over, hugged Feng Chengru's legs, and said as if to please the treasure: "Father, the child has just written the sage's moral teachings, you come and take a look." ”

As he spoke, he took Feng Chengru's hand and was about to walk towards the mahogany desk. Feng Chengru picked up Feng Yuyi, kissed his pink little face, and then walked to the mahogany desk, and saw his four favorite sentences written on the rice paper above:

"If a gentleman does not act rashly, there must be a way to move; a gentleman does not speak in vain, but his words must be reasonable; a gentleman does not ask for anything, and there must be righteousness in his request; and a gentleman does not act vainly, and there must be a way in his deeds." ”

The pen power is obviously insufficient, but the strength of the pen is enough, it must have taken a lot of effort to write, and there seems to be a faint halo of flowing light between the lines, as if it is about to burst out of the paper.

"Daddy, how is the child writing?" Lingxiu's face was full of praise and waiting.

"Good!good!good!" said three good in a row, people should raise Haoran righteousness, pick up the pen to eliminate demons, and speak to subjugate demons, now Yi'er's words are full of a trace of Haoran's meaning, how to make him unhappy, but people should guard against arrogance and rashness, so Feng Chengru said: "But Yuyi, although this word is written well, do you know what this means?"

Feng Yuyi's excited little face shook like a rattle, and Li Shi next to him couldn't help but persuade: "Master, Yuyi is only five years old......

Yes, Feng Yuyi is only five years old, and it should have been a childhood that should be fun and amused, but since Feng Yuyi learned to walk at the age of one, he let him recite the words of the saint from time to time and teach him the saint's journey, day after day, never stopping.

But Feng Chengru is not worried enough!

Because Feng Yuyi's birth is different from others, just three days after birth, Feng Yuyi was dying, and he should have died, but when he was old, how could Feng Chengru give up?

Seeking medical treatment to no avail, Feng Chengru remembered the secret recorded in the ancient books at home - life and death.

Life is reversed, and death is turned into life.

In order to break the wind and bathe in Yi's life, Feng Chengru risked his life in desperation and implemented the secret method of turning life and death into death. In order to prevent him from going down the evil path in the future, Feng Chengru instilled in him the words and deeds of the saint since he was a child, cultivated good roots for Feng Yuyi, cultivated Haoran righteousness, and chanted sutras and empowerments every day with his own Haoran righteousness.

Feng Yuyi is also very well-behaved, showing a maturity that is different from that of people of the same age.

After the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, it is customary to observe the New Year. But Feng Chengru also took a book of sages to explain to Feng Yuyi, and the whole courtyard resounded with the sound of old and young recitations.

The snow is still falling, but this night, there are more than snowflakes falling from the sky.

Nine people, with nine masks, descended from the sky and launched an inexplicable slaughter.