At the end of the winter of the fourth year of Jianwen, the three states in the northeast were still cold, and the snow was three feet thick, dripping into ice.

There is a poem that is very worldly, Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Rich people like winter, they can wear a fur around the hearth, and walk in the snow to find plums. The poor are afraid of winter, and there are about no people freezing to death in the south of the Yangtze River, but in the north, especially in the northeast, people can definitely freeze to death.

An old beggar staggered down the street, his face was gray, and his exposed skin was even more black.

Perhaps because of the slippery road, the old beggar suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, and he raised his head with great difficulty, as if trying to get up, but after a few struggles in vain.

The snow fell one after another, and the old beggar lay in the snow, his breath became weaker and weaker, and his body was soon covered with snow.

Two figures, a man and a woman, walked slowly from the end of the street and stopped beside the old beggar.

Both of them are dressed in monk robes, the difference is that the man's head is bare, without half a thread of trouble, and the clothes are obviously in the Central Plains style, while the woman is dressed in a big red monk's robe, which should be the style of the grassland tantra.

Tantric women are mostly concubines, and they don't need to shave their hair like the Central Plains Buddhism, so the woman has long black hair, tied with a simple ribbon, she looked down at the old beggar, shook her head slightly, and said, "He has gone." ”

The monk squatted down, held one of the old beggar's hands, showed compassion on his face, and silently recited the Sutra of the Past Life.

The woman saw these in her eyes, sighed slightly, and clasped her hands together.

After sending off the old beggar on his last journey, the monk stood up and said softly: "The sooner you end the troubled times, fewer people will die, and from this point of view, His Royal Highness King Qi is really meritorious." ”

The woman was silent.

The two of them did not go to deal with the old beggar's aftermath, and there will be a special city patrol soldier to deal with this matter later, the two continued to walk along the snow street, and the monk asked, "Are you going to Qizhou?"

The woman shook her head and said, "Fate is over." Besides, now that all kinds of immortals in Qizhou are gathered, I am a small person, even if I go, what is the use?"

The monk folded his hands and strode forward, leaving clear footprints on the snow, looking straight ahead, and said slowly: "It's useless or not, you won't know until you go." ”

The woman followed the monk's footsteps, couldn't help but turn the string of Bodhi on her wrist, shook her head and said, "No, even if it's useful, I won't go, now I just want to rebuild the Molun Temple." ”

The monk shook his head and sighed, "The difficulty in the world lies in the four words of satisfaction. ”

The two are Qiu Yue, the first disciple of Buddhism, and Qiu Si, the widow of Molun Temple.

Qiu Si took off the string of bodhi seeds from his wrist, his eyes were complicated, after a slight hesitation, his five fingers were gently closed, and when he released it again, the beads in his palm had turned into a pile of powder, and it completely dissipated as soon as the wind blew, leaving no trace.

She said softly: "Xiao Yu once promised to help me rebuild the Molun Temple, and not long ago, Lin Yinping also sent me a letter that she asked me to go back to the grassland, and Lin Han would help me rebuild the Molun Temple." ”

Qiu Yue shook her head and sighed: "No wonder, it turned out that the queen didn't want you to go to Qizhou, so the poor monk understood." ”

Qiu Si smiled bitterly and did not continue to speak.

Wind and snow suddenly.

Outside the city, there are three monks dressed in robes and hats, dressed as a long journey.

The first old monk's eyebrows were snow-white and extremely long, hanging down to the shoulders, and his face was stacked with ravines, looking extremely old, holding a nine-ring tin staff in his hand.

The other two monks, one tall and burly, exuded a faint dull golden sheen on his exposed skin. A person's expression is calm and wooden, if it is described in one sentence, it is Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face did not change.

Qiu Yue and Qiu Si bowed their heads to each other at the city gate to say goodbye, and Qiu Si bowed to the three monks again before turning to leave.

Qiu Yue walked up to the three monks, bowed elevenly, and said respectfully: "Master, the two firsts." ”

The old monk bowed his head slightly and said softly, "Let's go." ”

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To the north of the northeast, that is the land of the later construction, the white mountain and black water.

If the Northeast is dripping into ice, then Houjian is pouring out a basin of water, and the water has frozen before it hits the ground.

A group of cavalry wearing heavy cloaks were displayed on the border of Houjian, with swords and halberds, exuding a fierce spirit no less than that of the Northwest Cavalry.

If there are local people in Houjian, they will recognize that this is the most elite iron cavalry in Houjian, the Iron Floating Massacre! The Iron Cavalry that once crushed most of the Central Plains and is known as the invincible Iron Floating Massacre.

Escorted by a group of cavalry, there were father and son riding side by side.

Wanyan Beiyue and Murong Yan.

Maybe in the near future, Wanyan Beiyue can take off Wanyan's surname and change it to Murong.

Murong Beiyue.

Murong Yan stood up and said with a smile: "Okay, let's send it here." ”

Both father and son inherited the beauty of the Murong family, the older has the charm of the elderly, the younger has the young handsome, Wanyan Beiyue frowned slightly, it was difficult to hide a trace of worry between the eyebrows, and asked: "Father, this battle is dangerous, do you have to go?"

Murong Yan sighed and said, "I have to go, this time the five elders of the Demon Sect are out of the nest, and they will join forces with the Sword Sect and the White Lotus Sect to start a decisive battle with Xiao Yu, if Xiao Yu is defeated, this world is the world of the Sword Sect, the White Lotus Sect and the Demon Sect, the White Lotus Sect wants to be secular, the Sword Sect wants the cultivation world, the Demon Sect naturally wants the grassland and the Houjian, and even adds a northeast three states, at that time, the five kings of the Wanyan clan will counterattack, we can't support it alone, how can we resist?" Wanyan Beiyue muttered to herself: "Are the lips dead and the teeth cold?"

Murong Yan patted his son on the shoulder and said with a smile: "But you don't have to worry too much, Xiao Yu also has Taoism and Buddhism here, and even a Confucian sect, it is still unknown who will die, besides, I haven't seen Xiao Lie for many years, this time I went to Qizhou, just to catch up with this old friend." ”

Wanyan Beiyue nodded.

Murong Yan turned over and dismounted, waved his hand with his back to Wanyan Beiyue, and strode forward.

Wanyan Beiyue stopped in place, and only after Murong Yan's figure gradually disappeared into the vast wind and snow did she turn around and leave.

Returning to the dormitory in Daliang City, Wanyan Beiyue saw Xiao Yue, who had just arrived and had just been built.

After Xiao Yue saw Yan Beiyue, she stopped talking.

Wanyan Beiyue took off the snowflakes, raised a gentle smile, and said softly: "Everything is fine over there, brother, don't worry." ”

Xiao Yue frowned slightly, and couldn't help but say, "I want to go to Qizhou." ”

Wanyan Beiyue lowered her head and saw the woman's hands habitually pinching the corners of her clothes.

He smiled and reached out his hand, which was placed on the back of the woman's hand.

The woman's body stiffened suddenly, and she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but after hesitating, the man still held her hand.

Wanyan Beiyue said softly: "Father has already left for Qizhou, this battle, you and me, you can't lose, and there is no reason to lose." ”