The north of the mountain is the north of the heart, and the people are also north; View the mountains and waters, watch the feng shui!

The journey was not sorrowful, and they were getting farther and farther away from the mountain where the old immortal had died, and everyone's mood was slowly improving, and unconsciously, they had been out of Lingyuan City for more than half a month.

Liu Yi, who received the supreme divine power of Taoism and the purple qi from the east, did not undergo any changes in his body, and was still as usual, like an ordinary person.

And in this young winter, on this distant morning when the wind is light, Liu Yi, who is careless, walked into the rivers and lakes in a daze, and unconsciously began to perform his own romance.

Wandering rivers and lakes to reminisce about the old days, Dongfang Chunsheng, who had the honor to follow Emperor Shenwu's northern expedition when he was young, chattered about the past along the way, and all the details of the Qin and Han wars forty-five years ago were passed down by Dongfang Chunsheng through words and firmly engraved in Liu Yi's mind.

Drifting in the rivers and lakes, getting along with each other for half a month, the dead Shichen, who was not cold in nature, gradually became lively with everyone, often singing and harmonizing with Xia Qing, or praising each other, or bickering, adding a lot of joy and sunshine to the journey.

Of course, thanks to the dead soldier along the way, the chores of survival in the wild, such as vigil, fire, chopping wood, and foraging, were almost taken care of by him, and he served several people properly and comfortably.

Especially a few days ago, the Lingyuan Mountains were falling in the clouds, the snow pressed the branches, the weather was suddenly cold, and the group of old and young people were shivering.

That night, the dead Shichen stayed awake all night, searched all around, stabbed three big insects in a row, peeled the skin and bones, and bought a tiger skin jacket for each person, and everyone put on the descendants to warm their hearts.

At this moment, Dead Shichen wrapped the hilt of his sword in rags and said to Xia Qing who was opening the stall to release water beside him, "There are no high mountains in the Lingyuan Mountains, and the geese will know the cold when they pass through Lingyuan. The Lingyuan Mountain Range has resisted a lot of wind chill for the Central Plains, and after the Lingyuan Mountain Range, the temperature is suddenly cold, and even Zhangwu County, which is known as the Central Plains outside the Saiwai, can freeze people's jaws off. ”

"Quzhou and Bozhou, bounded by the Lingyuan Mountains, the south of the mountain and the north of the mountain, the scenery is different, and the people are also different. Quzhou almost covers all of the ancient Central Plains, and is the first state in Kyushu that deserves its name. Xia Qing shook the crotch of her pants, put away the little bird, rubbed the hem of her clothes with her hand, and said to the dead Shichen with a big grin, "Although Huaxing County, which is now subordinate to Quzhou, is the hinterland of the old Yan, there has been no war for a hundred years, and the legacy has changed greatly, this Ling Yuan!" It has been many years since there has been a righteous man with a tragic song and a generous and vulgar hero! ”

Dead Shichen fluttered to the tip of a tree, stood on one foot, looked into the distance, stretched out his hand and pointed far away, and said, "Look, after the mountain in front of you, you will reach the boundary of Zhangwu County in Bozhou, originally you and I are under the border of the Han Dynasty, but in the battle of the world forty-five years ago, the white mountains and black waters in front of you and me have all taken over my Han territory. Haha, Emperor Shenwu swept the northern border back then, how heroic he was! ”

Xia Qing, who has not been out of Huaxing County for a long time, also has some emotion at this time, he sat on the tree stump, and sighed, "The vast traces of Yu are painted as Kyushu, fifteen years ago, Liu Yan, the son of heaven, took the "Kyushu Landscape Map" written by the old man of the East as the outline, and redrew Kyushu. The land north of the Lingyuan Mountains, because of its vast land, vast and thin, proud, then named Bozhou, Bozhou is vast and sparsely populated, in recent years, His Majesty has built the Great Wall, built border defense, moved the people, and repaired bridges and canals, this Bozhou has some fireworks, however, want to make Nuoda Bozhou as vigorous as the Central Plains, it still needs a generation of hard work. ”

Dead Shichen's eyes narrowed into a line, with a yearning face, "The twilight snow breaks into the north, the wind blows Luo's shirt, I don't come to Bozhou, I don't know the people's style, I don't come to Bozhou, I don't know the bitter cold of the frontier, I don't know Bozhou, I don't know the strong soju, I can go to the north in my lifetime, and take a look at the northernmost Sege River in Muzhou and the Great Wall in the north of Bozhou, so that I can understand the truth that Cao Mengde Mountain is not tired of being high and the sea is not tired of being deep!" ”

"I said Lao Chen, it usually takes a lot of effort to ask you to make a word, why are you so sighing today?" Dead Shichen fell back to the ground, and Xia Qing stepped forward to hook up with Dead Shichen.

"I'm bah, as long as I, you can come and let me write the lyrics, be a bird! Why, your nickname is the dung pit immortal? Always looking forward to a spray into a fairy, a amazing? Dead Shichen looked at Xia Qing with disgust and began to argue with him.

Dongfang Chunsheng came to the two of them, "Haha, Xiao Chen!" Your mouth is more powerful than your sword. But when you talk about feces and urine, the old man is a little emotional, and he forgets how many years ago it was, the frost cut the cool steps, the wind carried Youyan, I arrived in Daqin with the army in the north, and I really urinated a lot in this Lingyuan Mountain Range on the way back from the tragic victory. Hahaha, of course, there were also a lot of graves here, at that time, mountains and mountains, tombs and graves, tired and similar, and in the end I couldn't tell whether the mountain was a mountain or not, and whether the tomb was still a tomb. However, there is nothing to lament about, the country is in trouble, all have the will to die, there is no life, life is the same song, death is the same hole, it's good, it's good! ”

With Dongfang Chunsheng laughing, the wrinkles on the old man's face became more, and with this tiger fur and white snow, there was more of a sense of vicissitudes.

With the passage of time, the dead Shichen's injuries healed, and his mood became better, at this moment, he only heard Dongfang Chunsheng's appreciation, and automatically ignored Dongfang Chunsheng's emotional words, and said humbly, "Oh, old man, if you say that, it will be a junior, although I am the number one assassin in the world, but people with sharp teeth than me are enough to rank to the north of the Great Wall, hahaha!" ”

"Phew, put gold on your face, why don't I see how you can be on top." Xia Qing looked disgusted.

is about to leave the mountain, everyone's mood is also better, Dongfang Chunsheng's words gradually increased, looked at the dead Shichen and smiled, "You little guy, it is a waste of money to be from martial arts, if it is from the text, it must be a big hero like Honglu Shaoqing Zhou An back then!" ”

This compliment made the dead Shichen look proud, and in front of Dongfang Chunsheng, he straightened his waist.

"What about me? Grandfather! What about me? Dongfang Yu stepped forward and hugged Dongfang Chunsheng's arm, and after she finished speaking, she rubbed Dongfang Chunsheng's tiger fur little by little with her little brain.

"Hahaha! My granddaughter, in the future, will definitely be dressed in Zhai clothes, crowned with a crown of twelve flowers! Dongfang Yu pinched her little nose, which was indescribably spoiled.

Zhai Yi is the highest level of dress for the concubines and wives in ancient China, and it can be seen from Dongfang Chunsheng's words that he hopes that his granddaughter will become the queen of the imperial mother in the future.

This ambition is really not small!

"The old man has great ambitions! The younger generation admires. I see that this kid has fallen into the southern clouds, his eyebrows are rolling in the mountains and rain, he is born blessed, and Xiao Dongfang can't be wrong in the future! "Dead Shichen's sycophants are not light or heavy.

Dongfang Yu was very happy when she heard this, the little girl's phoenix eyes were round, and her cherry lips were raised, extremely arrogant.

"Xiao Chen, a few days ago you told me about the assassination of Liu Zhai that night, the old man has been carefully reminiscent of these days, if there is no mistake, the person who fought with you should be Liu Xing, the current head of the Liu family in Lingyuan. Hum! For so many years, this old turtle has been hidden in the deep dock, the door is closed, and it is very hidden. Dongfang Chunsheng smiled contemptuously.

"Hey! Senior, the defeat that night was really careless and underestimated the enemy, hey, the weasel was planted in the chicken nest! The dead Shichen cried with a sad face, full of grievances.

Xia Qing saw the appearance of the dead Shichen, and snickered aside.

Dongfang Chunsheng slapped Xia Qing dotingly, and said to appease the dead Shichen, "No, Xiao Chen, you must not generalize with partiality. Liu Xing is suffering from a hidden disease, that is a well-known thing in the world, if the old man's inference is good, then the pool water must be blessed by the mysterious law, which makes the terminally ill Liu Xing overcome you. Otherwise, with your ability to break through the city realm, unless you are a master above the peak of immortality, you may be able to hurt you in three moves. Hmph, don't blame the old man for his sharp mouth, then Liu Xingzhi is very talented, even if he cultivates for another eight hundred years, it will be rare to live forever! ”

Dead Shichen asked curiously, "How did the seniors know that there was a problem with the pool water?" ”

Dongfang Chunsheng rubbed his old hands, squinted his eyes and said, "You were defeated by Liu Xing in three moves outside the Qingheju hut, according to the scene you described at that time, Liu Xing's realm must be slightly higher than you, the old man judged that Liu Xing should be in the end of the realm of things, and has not yet entered the first realm of immortality." After your defeat, if Liu Xing personally pursues you that night, Xiao Chen, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get out of the gate of Qingheju! ”

Dead Shichen nodded awkwardly.

Dongfang Chunsheng didn't show a trace of emotion on his face, and said indifferently, "So, why didn't Liu Xing go out in person, but instead went to great lengths to let his subordinates hunt down and kill us?" The old man thought about it, there was only one reason, Liu Xing couldn't leave his three-inch hut, as long as he got out of the hut, he would relapse from his old illness, like a waste! ”

Seeing the decadent look on the face of the dead Shichen, Dongfang Chunsheng comforted him in a timely manner, "Xiaochen doesn't have to be presumptuous, Liu Xing is an old thing who is about to die, and how many years does he have to live?" You are more serious with him, haven't you drilled your own horns? ”

"That's what the old man said!"

The dead man Chen Quan's words were Dongfang Chunsheng's relief and persuasion, and he hurriedly responded to the peace, but he thought in his heart: Dongfang senior is an unarmed old man who recites books, where can there be a person who practices martial arts to open Jiang Han with a sword and go away with mud pills. Hey, after this battle, I'm afraid it will take some time for my sword heart to be filled and recovered.

But what the dead Shichen didn't know was that many, many years ago, Dongfang Chunsheng was also the most amazing and brilliant person in the world, but the years were like wind and sand, and the past was gradually buried.

The rivers and lakes have never been attached to the deceased, and the history book a hundred years later has never recorded everyone's names.

Yesterday was like a dream.