A snowstorm fell in the north, and the thousands of grasslands were buried under the snow overnight. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and south, a sudden gust of cold wind, blowing people muscles and bones stinging. Usually people close the door early, put out the lights and hide in the futon, except for the martial arts hall, which is still open in the middle of the night, and the wind is raging in the courtyard.

The wind howled like the roar of a beast. But no matter how loud the wind was, it was also suppressed by the baby's cry coming from the bedroom of the martial arts hall.

In the bedroom, a woman was lying on the bed panting, and an old mother pushed open the door with a baby in her arms and walked out.

"Congratulations to Master Shen, Mrs. has given birth to a boy!" The old mother saw the middle-aged man standing outside the door, her eyes narrowed into a line, and she handed the child over.

The middle-aged man called "Master Shen" took the baby, and his joy could not be suppressed any longer, so he hugged the child and laughed a few times before turning around and asking, "What about Madame, how is Madame?"

"Madame, she ......," said the old woman, and the smile on her face dissipated. Master Shen's heart sank, picked up the child and rushed into the room. The woman lying on the bed looked sideways at him and closed her eyes.

At the same time, in a splendid palace in the north, a child was born. A beautiful woman was lying on a jade bed, surrounded by four or five brightly dressed palace maids, and an old mother was holding a baby boy. The old mother handed the child to a palace maid and let her take it outside. The palace maid cautiously pushed open the door, handed the child to a man in a golden dragon robe outside the door, and said happily: "Congratulations to the king, the mother has given birth to a prince!"

The man was happily taking the child, and the old mother's voice came from the house again: "The king, the king, it is a dragon and phoenix, and there is a little princess!" Hearing this, the baby boy in the man's arms suddenly cried.

As if hearing the cries of the two children, a young man, about eleven or twelve years old, standing barefoot in the snow, suddenly looked back at the northern sky and the southern sky, and showed a faint smile. He pulled out a simple long sword stuck in the ground, and as soon as he put the sword back into its sheath, he heard a man's voice: "Good apprentice, isn't it all right, the master's stomach is already growling!" The young man lifted the hare on the ground, pouted and said, "Master, you know how to eat." If anyone in the world knew that you asked my apprentice to kill rabbits with divine weapons, I would have to scold you for 'destroying the heavens'!"

And in the Southern Martial Arts Hall, in front of the gate of the Shen family, an old man carrying a wine gourd and wearing tattered clothes knocked on the door, and muttered: "The destiny of heaven sometimes has to end, and the prosperity is empty!"

Hearing this, Master Shen, who was still crying, picked up the child and went out.

"It's your old man!" Master Shen clasped his fists and saluted, not paying attention to a tear from the corner of his eye.

"This is Ling Lang?" the old man poured a sip of wine on the child's face, and the smell made the child cry. The old man shook his head and laughed: "It's not good, it's not good, the muscles and bones are mediocre, the qualifications are mediocre, but it's a pity, I can only be a martial artist in the future!"

When Master Shen heard this, he was obviously taken aback, and he was about to ask, but the old man turned around with a wine gourd, and said in his mouth: "It's mediocre, it's mediocre, it can only be a martial artist, it can only be a martial artist!"

Master Shen sighed, looked down at the child in his arms, he was still crying just now, but he smiled when he saw his father at this time.

"If this is the case, I don't have to force it! Xian'er, as long as you are happy!" said Master Shen, picked up the child and turned back into the martial arts hall, and ordered the family to close the door.