The sky of Liaodong is like the blue of a clear mirror, and the mountains of Liaodong are magnificent, like the mountains of Tenglong, and the green peaks are lined up.

Traveling to Liaoxi, Luo Chen and others saw the cities that the Yan people once built, most of them are low small cities, the highest one is only three meters, and the layers of soil are tamped, there may be thousands of people who lived here in the past, but with the Yan people moving south, rain, snow, wind and frost, it has shown a bit of decline.

The heavy rain washed down the thatched hut that was no longer popular, leaving some ruins, the city wall and the city, all the grass bushes, and even a wild fox infested, dragging a pheasant carcass, leaving two lines of blood, walking outside the city, faintly seeing the tomb everywhere, there are a few places leaving pits, the living migrate and die, but the dead can only stay here, maybe the descendants have died.

Luo Chen said with a little emotion: "A few barren hills, a few lines of names and surnames, the Yan people are really neat and neat, without any nostalgia, for the Yan people, this is not a country where they have lived in peace for a hundred and fifty years, but a demon land that devours people's hearts." ”

Everything in the old Yan Kingdom has a twilight atmosphere, and even a smooth straight road has never been seen here, and Luo Chen can feel the difficulty of the Yan people's life from here.

Since then, there is a slightly smooth path in the source of the city, which is trampled out by the people of the city and the village, and at this moment it is also overgrown with weeds, and the sides of the road even reach the waist, when it is late autumn, there are fallen leaves hanging in the air, the rhizomes are withered and yellow, and one or two immortal grass insects make their last wailing and chirping.

In the city of Jicheng in Yan Kingdom, Murong Chengguang was in charge of the palace, he counted the time, and knew that Luo Chen and others had already traveled to the hometown of Yan Guo in Liaodong, since talking with Luo Chen, Murong Chengguang was deeply inspired, and opened his eyes in the world, and also had his own new judgment, Luo's move to Liaodong is the most important benefit to Yan State, when Murong Chengguang and Luo Chen spoke to Hu people, they had a lot of disdain for Hu people, but it was just a gesture, as a general who came out of Liaodong, he was most clear about the bravery of the Hu people in Liaodong, "Zhaogong, The mountains and rivers of Liaodong and my Yan Kingdom will eventually return, and the emperor of my Yan Kingdom will be the highest single Yu of the Hu people, if one day, my Yan Kingdom can control the seventy-two parts of the grassland, and it will be secluded, who else can prevent my Yan Kingdom from dominating the world? ”

Starting from Zhaocheng, it has been more than half a year, and now Luo Chen and others have traveled to the northernmost part of the Yan State, the vast Liaodong, and the Yan State is only a part of the land in Liaodong, the so-called White Mountain and Black Water, the Changbai Mountain Range is not the northernmost place.

Luo Chen's face has been darkened, no longer Luo's elegant appearance, holding a firewood knife in his hand, his skin is cracked, and even there is mud in the cracks, a pair of hands that were once slender and white and only slightly practiced martial arts, now they are rough, Luo's genes and miracles can not save Luo Chen, a group of brave warriors are like this, walking to Changbai Mountain, the group naturally does not go up the mountain, but along the Changbai Mountain and the river has been going north.

Jiangdong Wu County, autumn is not obvious here, it is still the warm sun, Luo Xi is dressed in white, clean and tidy is spotless, he lies in the Wupeng oil paper boat, slightly closed his eyes and enjoys a moment of tranquility in the afternoon, today's Wu State, Lu Xun is so strong that he was exiled to Xuzhou by the people led by Lu Su, and served as the governor of Xuzhou as the governor of Xuzhou, and had to withdraw from the competition for the throne, Luo Xi doesn't care about these things, what he cares about is where the hundreds of tribesmen who went to Liaodong have gone, and what hardships have they experienced, The sun shone down and shook his eyes, he raised his hand to block the sun, the hands were distinct, white as jade, and very beautiful.

After entering the extreme north of Liaodong, the Kanyu map drawn by Yan Guo has completely lost its effect, and it is a Jedi for any outsider, and in the land of Liaodong, there are large areas of wasteland, ice fields, forests and mountains, which will make every outsider who enters this place pay the price of his life!

Luo's should be the same, but Wang Wenjun is a natural daughter of ice and snow in the north, and the talent for falling geese and cold protection that she blessed for Luo's is the foundation for Luo's coming to Liaodong.

Luo Chen stood on the high stone, stretched out his hand and raised it empty, Sumeru mustard seed launched, and then the scepter suddenly appeared in his hand, the gold and jade inlaid on it, showing dignity and solemnity, he hit it the boulder, making a sound like a golden stone, and even a hole was poked out on the boulder.

When King Zhaosheng held the scepter, it was like King Su coming to the world in person, and when the head of the Luo family held the scepter, even if he ordered the Son of Heaven to be killed, the army also rushed forward!

Luo Chen's voice spread among hundreds of daring soldiers, "Sons, the decree of the emperor Suwang, the order of the father, the family migrated to Liaodong, built a city between the white mountains and black waters, behind us, is the Changbai Mountains, and further north is the black water, the late autumn is over, the winter is coming, I will call the gods of Liaodong to this time, you sons and daughters and follow the sea Dongqing forward." ”

With a roar from Luo Chen, more than a dozen Hai Dongqing swirled in the blue sky, chirping one after another, all the daring soldiers cheered loudly, Hai Dongqing has the name of a divine bird in the world, not to mention that in Luo's family, it is second only to the phoenix to worship.

Hai Dongqing, who has always been alone, was called here, soaring in the sky, and on the ground was Luo Chen and others who kept walking notes, and when eating, Hai Dongqing spread his wings and disappeared in front of everyone, and after a while, portable hares, pheasants, etc. reappeared, cutting off their heads, breaking their chests, eating their hearts and livers, tearing their flesh and blood, their ferociousness and bloodthirsty, which made people fearful.

When the first cold wind appeared between Luo Chen's eyebrows, he knew that winter was coming, the beginning of winter had arrived, in Zhaocheng, there was no snow in this season, but this is Liaodong, when the fluttering snowflakes fell in this season after the world was white, Luo Chen knew the Yan people's need for warmth.

Luo Chen still remembers that the family history book recorded that the ancestor Wenjun "was barefoot in the white crystal, dancing and dancing, and the cold was endless".

The descendants of the descendants of the cold art naturally do not have such exaggerated miracles, at least Luo Chen is now only wearing a brocade fur standing in the cold wind, frost and snow, only to feel extremely cold, the wind from the far north, seems to be able to pierce the muscles and bones through the brocade fur, making people chill, only wearing clothes wrapped in animal fur, can you feel that the blood is still flowing between the meridians, roaring like mercury, where is there still half a point of elegance in the Luo's, almost like the Hu people in the deep mountains, a look of Ru Mao drinking blood.

At this time, the mountains and rivers of Liaodong are thousands of miles, the birds are exhausted, the mountains and forests are white, the sound is quiet, Haidongqing can not walk in the cold sky for a long time, accompanied by heavy snow in Liaodong, the speed of Luo's travel is greatly reduced, the snow in Zhaocheng can make the Yellow River freeze, can make the living people freeze to death, but the snow of Liaodong, the whistling cold wind rolls up the crystal white snow, can condense people into ice crystals, fingers outside, not a moment to bend the fingers can not also, and then a moment of chilblains have been born, the pain and itching are unbearable.

In the heavy snow, Luo's people will be one foot deep and one foot shallow, wrapped in leather clothes and thick brocade fur, walking in the white and clean world, covered with snow and frost, occasionally there are jackals, tigers and leopards roaring, but when they see groups of soldiers, they hide in the forest and do not come out, the world is white, only the traces of the rest of the line.

In the court of the Great Wei Dynasty, there is a warm dragon paving the ground between the ground, burning red charcoal, placed in the brazier, the steaming hot air is enveloped in the hall, Cao Rui and other monarchs and ministers drink wine in single clothes, enjoy the venison that can make people warm, the dancing queen dances in the hall, the sound of silk and bamboo is endless, Cao Rui laughed loudly and drank the wine and said to a rather elegant man in the hall: "Uncle Wang, I heard that when the first Han Dynasty, the East Amu Marquis made a gift for Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty, in order to congratulate the world, you are like today's Wenzong crown, when it is snowing heavily, such a beautiful scenery, it is really refreshing." , Uncle Wang, can you make a snow poem for my Great Wei and praise my Great Wei for its prosperity? ”

Cao Zhi didn't expect Cao Rui to have this thought, and he should come down after a little muttering, such a beautiful snow, he had long wanted to chant, "Your Majesty and drink, the minister thought for a while, and then presented "Great Wei Chang'an Snow Scene Fu" to Your Majesty." ”

The hall is jubilant again, with heavy snow, mellow wine, delicate beauties, and Wenhua poetry, what is more intoxicating in this world?

How long have you been walking in the snow?

No one knows, only knows that the sun rises and sets, only knows that the snow has never melted, and the more and more it accumulates, Luo's moved to the white mountains and black waters, but at this moment, Liaodong is full of white mountains, and the silver is not enough to describe, only the white expanse is the most appropriate.

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The cold and almost stiff hand held the slightly hot rabbit leg and produced a pain like a pinprick, so that the brave warrior couldn't help but throw the rabbit leg that was still steaming hot on the snow, he hurriedly went to pick it up, his steps were a little inconvenient, and his feet were a little stiff because of the cold, and then he saw the other hand pick up the rabbit leg, he looked up and saw that it was the head of the house Luo Chen, who was about to salute and was pressed by Luo Chen and said with a smile: "Some hot food is not easy, it is all taken by the sons and daughters desperately, next time you can hold it steady, don't eat the mud on it." ”

Saying that, Luo Chen used the knife on his waist to cut off the part of the rabbit leg that was stained with a little slush, rubbed it on his body and ate it himself, handed the remaining rabbit leg back to the warrior, and took out a piece of spicy ingredients and said: "Rub it on it, and the body will be warmer." ”

Looking at the departing figure of the head of the family, there were tears in the eyes of the warriors, he was afraid of freezing into ice crystals in this cold weather, so he hurriedly raised his sleeves to wipe them off, only to feel that his body seemed to have recovered some temperature, this is not an illusion, Luo Chen has the characteristics of cold expansion, which can make people more resistant to the cold, he tirelessly walks in the warriors to make the clansmen warmer, how effective it is not to say, but at least he will not freeze to death in brocade, and when the city is built, he will be able to take care of more people.

The winter in the northeast of Liaoning is too long, when the cold is still covered by heavy snow, Luo Chen may not have despair in his heart, when the sound of the river resounded in everyone's ears, when the ice was hammered hard, revealing the black water quality, looking up, the wide and winding dragon river is frozen and covered by heavy snow, but there is no tree on it, winding like a dragon.

Luo Chen only felt relieved, a whole year of day and night, and finally arrived at the place of the black water, the strings that had been tightened for a year were too tired, all the daring soldiers stood on the ice, looked at each other, and then looked at the head of the family, Luo Chen.

Luo Chen knelt on the ice with a pout, opened his arms, his voice was already hoarse, but at this moment he roared hard, venting his depression and grief all along, "The supreme and supreme Su King, since Zhaocheng five hundred and thirty-two people, it lasted a year, and finally arrived at the white mountain and black water, the clansmen died twenty-seven, this is not good, the clansmen have died have been reined, at this moment the descendants stand on the black water, respectfully ask for sacrifice, Su Wang Wannian, please Lingtang!" ”

The brave warriors were silent, and took down the twenty-seven spiritual altars from the car and put them on the ice, all of them gathered together, Luo Chen held the divine scepter in his hand, even though it was cold, he also took off his leather coat and draped the divine robe on his body, and said with a solemn face: "All the heroic souls and gods, we have not fulfilled your wishes, and we will arrive on the black water on the Shenhai day, and now I will sacrifice to you, but you can see that our people will build a city here, and the heroic souls and gods will stand in the new city, and the heroic souls will return, and the heroic souls will be happy." ”

There are countless ancient rituals and sacrificial methods in the country of Luo, and all the brave warriors practice the oldest ritual of bowing their heads with their hands forked and chanting in unison: "The heroic soul returns, the heroic soul is happy!" ”

The sound of the wind swayed and whimpered, resounding in everyone's ears, the pines and cypresses and poplars in the distant mountains on both sides of the river swayed in the wind, and the snowflakes on it fell in a flutter, looking at this vivid scene, Luo Chen clenched the scepter in his hand more and more, and all the brave warriors knelt on one knee, is the soul of the deceased clansman really returned?

After the short simple but solemn ceremony, the biggest problem was in front of everyone, that is, to choose a suitable place to build a city, to be easy to defend and difficult to attack, to have an inexhaustible water source, to have a land that can sustain tens of thousands of people's food, along the way, Luo Chen has a draft in his heart, the most suitable is to build a mountain city, can protect the Luo clan without loss, and then build a city of communication at the foot of the mountain, the mountain city is difficult to build, the first to build should be a city that can gather people, this is also the ultimate goal of everyone first.

Luo's migration is unimaginable to ordinary people, Yan country in Liaodong one hundred and fifty years of founding, have never been here, here only endless beasts and hairy drinking blood Hu people, here Hu people to fish and hunt to survive, all of them are extremely strong, slightly weak physique can not survive.

Migration along the tributaries of the black water, Luo Chen finally chose the address of the city, where the mountains and rivers are, he took a large number of tools from the ring and the cart, at this moment Liaodong is still snowy, naturally can not start the construction, dare the soldiers to set up a cold military tent, it is a short time to avoid the cold, a team of people to hunt, a team of people to dig the ice to fish, and a team of people to collect dry firewood to prepare for the fire.

A city, walled by a wooden fence, less than a man high, with a hundred and ten wooden houses standing on the ground after the snow cleared, Luo Chen told everyone that this city was called - Winter.

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At the end of the Han Dynasty, there were four poles of heaven and earth, said to be the extreme north of Liaodong, said to be the extreme south of Qiongzhou, said to be the east coast, said the extreme west of the Western Regions, Luo's first built the Western Regions unparalleled, and built Liaodong in winter, dignified and extremely in winter, its brilliant merits, towering Yao, there are no one in the past and present, there are two or three sons to look at their backs, but also enough to rank first in history! - "The Late Han Dynasty: The Late Han Dynasty"

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