After the last autumn rain, Changqiu finally said goodbye to autumn and ushered in a colder winter.

Xu is heaven thinks that there should be a horse, so the first snow is extraordinarily large, snowflakes like goose feathers, one after another, all over the sky, so that the whole Changqiu is wrapped in silver, in the cold and more enchanting.

A corpse lay quietly in the gutter, devoured by rotting insects, but the snow had saved the corpse from suffering for the time being, at least intact its shell.

Many people don't know this corpse, because most of Changqiu are still ordinary people, and those who are qualified to know this corpse have no reason to go into the ditch in this weather.

Click.

A pair of feet stepped on the snow and stood beside the corpse.

"I was a character in life, but after I died, I was so desolate, it's really sad to say. ”

The visitor embraced a snow-white fur, which was made of top-notch snow fox fur, which looked very luxurious, and was at least worth a thousand gold.

It's just that he doesn't feel dirty, or because he's too rich, so he doesn't need to care about this coat.

"It's pitiful to die. The man squatted down, stretched out a white hand, and closed the corpse's eyes, "After all, you have also been my shadow for more than twenty years, so I should still give you some gratitude." ”

Kong Xuanchi beckoned to the top of his head, and immediately a man in black appeared next to him, standing with his hands down and his face respectful.

"Bury Makino well. ”

The man in black nodded, bent down to pick up Makino's body, and bent his legs slightly before leaving.

"By the way, don't forget to send someone to Makino's hometown to repair and repair, which has been poor for hundreds of years, and since there is a Makino, there is no reason to continue to be poor. ”

Kong Xuanchi raised his eyes and glanced at the man in black, his eyes were sincere.

The man in black, who was Kong Xuanchi's new shadow, was stunned for a moment, then a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he nodded heavily.

"It's a great honor for Makino's predecessors to be the shadow of adults for more than 20 years. ”

Kong Xuanchi smiled tiredly and waved his hand to signal the man in black to go down and run errands.

He is really tired, after all, acting is never an easy job.

......

Winter came in a hurry, just like the speed at which the name of Xia and Autumn spread in Changqiu City, so fast that people didn't have time to prepare.

All of a sudden, the entire Changqiu City knew Xia Qiu, a young man who liked to wear white.

There are even rumors in the market that Xia Qiu will rise strongly and become a terrifying boy supreme comparable to Xu Rouge and Tang Zhefeng, and will have an invincible posture in the future, overlooking the four and eight wildernesses.

The tavern on Xinghua Street was rebuilt, and it took only one day, and the fragrance of Jiang Xiaobai's wine overflowed the entire street.

Countless bigwigs poured into Xinghua Street, breaking down the doors of the tavern, and all kinds of gifts were even more dazzling.

It's just that the results are no different, these big people who can make Changqiu City shake with a stomp of their feet, none of them see the shadow of Xia Qiu.

The summer and autumn, which was in the limelight overnight, seemed to have evaporated from the world.

This surprised everyone.

Although Xia Qiu has the two Nirvana Grandmasters Ye Cheng and Chen Yu behind him, who would think that there are many big people who have made friends, after all, there are many acquaintances and many roads, Xia Qiu's posture is too unwise.

There were not a few leaves left of the sycamore tree, and the few that were left were whirling in the winter wind, and they were about to fall.

Xia Qiu didn't add clothes, still only wearing a thin white dress, holding a purple bamboo pen, a few white Xuan noodles, and an inkstone was placed on the side.

Da-da-da-da. The footsteps were a little flustered.

Xia Qiu frowned slightly, and didn't raise his head: "Who is it this time, it shouldn't be Kong Xuanchi!?"

Qiu Bai shook his head and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "This time...... It's His Majesty the Emperor. ”

Xia Qiu's hand stopped, Emperor Ji Xifeng, the Great Yan Emperor, he has been in Changqiu for more than a month, and he has seen this Ninety-Five Venerable once, but now he is going to see the second side.

"I know, you go to the reception first, I'll change my clothes and come out. ”

Qiu Bai was a little puzzled and asked, "Does the boss still have a special dress for seeing big people?"

Xia Qiu shook his head: "I'll just go into the house and add some clothes." ”

Qiu Bai's eyes were even more confused: "Does the boss also feel cold?"

Xia Qiu smiled and said, "It's not cold now, but maybe it will be cold to the bone." ”

Qiubai understood a little, bowed to Xia Qiu, and then retreated.

On the third day of the long autumn of summer and autumn, people finally saw this young man who had broken the barriers of the great realm and stepped into a seemingly ordinary carriage.

This carriage has a five-clawed golden dragon stamped on it!

"His Majesty the Emperor has summoned Xia Qiu, is this to make him rise to prominence?"

"How is this possible, Your Majesty has not promoted a new favorite for ten years, is it ...... today?"

"The world is impermanent, Xia and Autumn spent one night climbing to a height that many people can't climb in a lifetime!"

“......”

A group of people were talking and watching the extravagant carriage drive into the imperial city.

In the backyard of the Xinghua Street tavern, a middle-aged man in a green shirt descended silently and landed under a plane tree full of dead branches.

The stone table under the tree, the pen and ink have not dried, the ink fragrance still exists, a piece of rice paper is tiled, but there is no handwriting on it, only a strange painting.

This painting is not ugly, but it still has a bit of charm, but in the eyes of the middle-aged man in green shirt, it is like a puzzle.

"A tiger, and ...... A tree of roses, a tiger and a rose, can they exist in the same picture?"

The middle-aged man in the green shirt frowned, thinking about it for a long time, but he didn't see what was going on.

It wasn't until he heard footsteps that he hurriedly rolled the rice paper into his arms, and his body turned into a circle of light.

......

Imperial City, Gardens.

As a place for Emperor Dayan to relax, this garden is quite richly cultivated, and even in winter, there are still hundreds of flowers in full bloom, making the garden fragrant, like mid-spring.

Ji Xifeng stood under a tree of osmanthus flowers, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be very intoxicated.

He likes the fragrance of osmanthus very much, and remembers that thirty years ago, he often sat on the ground with "that person", put three or two jars of osmanthus wine, and chatted. At that time, time always passed very quickly.

Airplanes.

The space rippled, and among the light lines, a middle-aged man in a green shirt stepped out.

"Coming back?" Ji Xifeng opened his eyes, full of kindness.

The middle-aged man in green shirt nodded, took out the picture scroll from the Wutong courtyard on Xinghua Street from his arms, and handed it to Ji Xifeng's hand.

"I didn't write anything, only a painting, and my kung fu can't be said to be perfect, but it can be regarded as a house. ”

Ji Xifeng sighed, raised his eyebrows, and was a little surprised.

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