The twelfth day of the first month of the year 1004 in the Great Wind Calendar.

The world probably never thought that the snow in Huangliang would continue to fall until now.

It's a very strange thing.

After all, even Huai'an's side has already entered the spring.

Just like the mountains that have returned from the Great Zeli, they have truly separated the country on both sides of the strait into two people.

The people of the fake capital, dressed in thick winter coats, walked down the streets, occasionally silently glancing at acquaintances, and then hurriedly passing by.

No one knows what to say, no one knows what to say.

The story of the Taiyi Spring Festival is about to begin, which was announced in the palace by the emperor who has changed the dynasty, or the king of Chu, in the palace not long ago with his Ling Yin.

As for the location, it is east of the fake capital, ten miles of wind, snow and mountains.

This is also why the world has obviously heard about the spring festival, but in the fake capital, no trace of this matter has ever been found.

But this is not enough to silence the world.

Silence often needs to be caught between two parties.

When the king of Chu officially announced the restoration of Huangliang to Chu, people saw many people in the Hanging Courtyard.

There are Taoists, sword cultivators, and wizards.

From all over the world.

But instead of entering the city, they stopped in a town not far outside the city.

Only one scholar walked into the city.

Someone who was well-informed soon learned the name of the scholar who was about thirty years old.

Fang Zhiqiu.

This is a person who does not practice the path of the uninitiated.

But his identity is special.

The gentleman of this Fengwuyuan represents the ancestral courtyard of Huangliang Hanging Temple.

Liu Chunfeng and the gentleman in the courtyard personally picked him up in the north of the city.

After that, the city was sealed.

It's some remnant of the defenders from all over the world.

Although Taiwei Huangliang has been abolished for many years, those military powers are still in the Nine Divisions, and after Lord Fengchang of the Nine Divisions became Lord Ling Yin, another Lord of the Nine Divisions took over the post of Sima.

In the case of the isolation of the two places, the military power of Huangliang once again fell into the hands of the fake capital.

So the people of the fake capital fell silent.

They may have understood the significance of the blizzard.

......

Hanging Courtyard, in the small building of Tanchun Garden.

Liu Chunfeng, Qi Jingyuan, and Fang Zhiqiu, who entered the city not long ago, were among them, but they had recovered from their injuries and were all in the corners on the side, holding their swords and watching the three of them roast and drink wine.

Those sword cultivators of Jian Yuan naturally left the fake capital a long time ago.

They can sneak into the city, but not openly.

Just like those who are in the Hanging Courtyard.

Even if Liu Chunfeng has decided to enter the court in chaos, it is impossible to bring all the monks of the Hanging Academy in the world into the fake capital.

Entering the court with chaos is naturally a rebellion, but it cannot have the name of rebellion.

It was because in the process of those cultivators of the Hanging Courtyard converging towards the false capital, no one stepped into the gate of the false capital.

Only Fang Zhiqiu, Mr. Fengwuyuan, walked in.

Fang Zhiqiu is naturally not only Mr. Fengwuyuan, this is a banner of the Hanging Academy, just like the Qing Xiang.

Prime Minister Qing is not there, and the Hanging Courtyard is Fang Zhiqiu's top, even if it is Liu Chunfeng, it is still insufficient.

And Qi Jingyuan, this sword cultivator from Jianyuan, can lead many people from Jianyuan, and he is naturally an extremely important part.

So in the small building, only Han Cicada, an outsider, sat in the corner boredly.

He didn't want to come, but when Fang Zhiqiu came, he went to the Sword Academy to take a look at him, and he didn't know why, so he called him over.

At this time, seeing the three of them sitting there and drinking with their heads bored, the cicada was naturally a little bored, so he leaned on the beam pillar behind him and looked at the three of them and said, "If you can't figure out what is happening now, why don't you think about the previous things first?" ”

Fang Zhiqiu turned his head to look at him and said, "What happened before?" ”

Han Cicada smiled and said, "Twenty thousand things." ”

Fang Zhiqiu looked at Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan with some puzzlement.

The two of them told Fang Zhiqiu about the previous things.

Han Cicada said with some lamentation on the side: "You know, our Liuyun Sword Sect is not a view of mountains and rivers, we are really brothers, friends and brothers, and it is serious to attack our own senior brother against each other." ”

Chilling cicadas, of course, were not moved by righteousness.

It's not because of the money, either.

It's just simply because I lost.

Lost to Qi Jingyuan, a sword cultivator who looked mediocre.

As I said at the beginning, to impress him, it is useless to say anything else, and to use reason.

Qi Jingyuan's sword theory won him.

"So many of you people from the Hanging Courtyard are here, and you can make up a few times for one person."

The chilling cicada was there with calculations.

"I think 20,000 guan may not be enough, I did such a thing, ruined the signboard of the Liuyun Sword Sect, I'm afraid that I will be killed by the senior brothers when I go back, probably for a long time, I can't go back to Huai'an, so at least add another 5,000 guan."

The three of them watched the chilling cicada there in silence.

But I have to admit that the counterattack of the chilling cicada was naturally extremely important on that day.

Fang Zhiqiu smiled softly and said, "Yes, I'll make it up for you in a while." ”

Han Cicada raised his eyebrows and said: "This seems to have a kind of debt, after all, you have to fight against the goddess, and the ghost knows how long you can live." ”

Fang Zhiqiu said with a smile: "You can rest assured that the goddess will not do anything to us." ”

This young gentleman from the Fengwu Academy, who came from the rumor, looked at the wind and snow outside the small building, took a sip of wine, and said lightly.

"Your Majesty may kill us, because imperial power naturally needs to be majestic and inviolable."

"But the goddess won't. Theocracy must be benevolent and inclusive in order to truly gain a foothold on earth. ”

The cicada pondered for a moment, but nodded approvingly and said, "Makes sense." But what if you are killed by your majesty? ”

Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "You can go to the people in the Hanging Courtyard in the future." ”

The cicada stretched out a hand.

Fang Zhiqiu said suspiciously, "What do you mean?" ”

The chill cicada said as a matter of course: "IOU." ”

Liu Chunfeng raised his hand to summon a plum leaf from the wind and snow, wrote a few lines hastily on it, and then handed it to the cold cicada.

Only then did the cold cicada nod in satisfaction, holding the sword and preparing to doze off.

"You go on."

After all, a killer who doesn't take orders is always a little boring.

Dozing off is the best way to kill time.

The three of them glanced at him, but did not continue to bother him.

"Accompany the emperor to summon the defenders of the world and seal the city, but you can do something." Qi Jingyuan said in a deep voice on the side.

Liu Chunfeng and Fang Zhiqiu looked at him together.

Qi Jingyuan said slowly: "You can let out the rumors, Dean Fang is imprisoned in the fake capital, so that the Hanging Courtyard has a reason to enter the city." ”

Fang Zhiqiu laughed softly: "The world saw me walk in by myself. ”

Qi Jingyuan was silent for a while, and said, "That's true, if Mr. entered the city secretly that day." ”

"It's even stranger to secretly enter the city, after all, I am the dean of the ancestral courtyard, and the world doesn't even know when I entered the city, and the natural motives are even more suspicious."

Fang Zhiqiu said with a smile.

Liu Chunfeng was very calm on the side.

"In fact, these things are just seen by the people of the fake capital, for the world, they can only see gibberish words, and the reason behind them is actually invisible to them."

Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "It's just that the Hanging Courtyard is not the central court's office, such a huge entry into the city, there must always be a reasonable reason, the world does not know now, and may not know in the future, teaching and educating people, you must always lead by example, you can't be a chaotic minister and thief." ”

Liu Chunfeng was silent for a while, looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said, "So this is the reason why Mr. wants to come to the fake capital in person?" ”

Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "Yes." ”

This Mr. Fumonoin looked to the north of the world.

"The dean has worked hard for thousands of years to make the Hanging Courtyard what it is today, and naturally it cannot be destroyed because of a single mistake."

In other words, Fang Zhiqiu's meaning is very simple.

The people of the Hanging Courtyard can all go to Beijing and die because of the Taiyi Spring Festival.

But the reputation of the Hanging Temple must not be ruined.

When the gentlemen in the academy die, there will always be students who will take over such a academy again.

And if the reputation is tarnished, it will naturally be difficult to recover.

Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan were silent for a long time, then looked at the cold cicada who was pulled over for some reason, looked at it a little, and looked back at the scholar in front of the furnace.

"So what does the gentleman think?"

Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "Do you two still remember the fall of imperial power thousands of years ago? ”

Both of them are from the courtyard, so it is naturally impossible not to know.

It was the period of the Demon Division, the demon clan lived in the black soil of the south, and Li Asan was eyeing the tiger in the north. After the death of the first emperor of that generation, Kyoto set off a bloody storm.

It's just that no one thought that Zuo Cheng would directly make a game and kill the prince and the five princes outside the palace gate.

Then welcomed the empress into Beijing, trying to empty the imperial family and divide the imperial power.

It's a pity that it fell short in the end.

Liu Chunfeng thought of this, but raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang Zhiqiu.

"Sir wants to do Zuo Cheng's thing?"

Fang Zhiqiu smiled softly and said: "I'm just a scholar, I naturally don't have any ideas about Zuo Cheng's move, but we need to pay attention to one thing." ”

Liu Chunfeng suddenly remembered something, looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said in a deep voice: "The empress may not be the descendant of the first emperor back then?" ”

Fang Zhiqiu stood up, held the cup of warm wine, walked to the side of the building and said slowly: "Yes or no, it's all a thousand years old, but since this matter is doubtful in the history books, it can naturally be used." ”

Qi Jingyuan said softly: "The accompanying emperor is already the accompanying emperor of the thousand-year-old inheritance, and the world probably won't care about this kind of thing." ”

Fang Zhiqiu said with a smile: "Don't talk about the world, even we won't care about this kind of thing, but Mr. Qi, it doesn't matter if you don't care about such a thing, it's just a reason for the Hanging Courtyard to enter Beijing." ”

Qi Jingyuan also understood, but he still had questions.

"Did Sir really find the descendants of Emperor Huangliang?"

Fang Zhiqiu looked at Xiaolou with a smile and said, "What Zuo Cheng found may not be, so why should we be?" ”

Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan followed Fang Zhiqiu's line of sight and saw the killer of the Liuyun Sword Sect who was dozing there.

Even if it was Liu Chunfeng, he was a little silent at this time, looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said, "Will the world believe it?" ”

Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "Some people say that some people believe it, as long as the emperor falls, the world will believe it if they don't believe it, and the identity of a Huai'an person is sometimes too outrageous, but it will stimulate the wonderful imagination of the world." ”

If you find a Huangliang person, the world probably won't believe it very much, because everyone thinks why it's not themselves.

But if it is a Huai'an person, the world will begin to wonder what kind of story this is in the midst of great contrast.

Fang Zhiqiu looked at the world.

"We just need to say it, and the world will give him a reasonable identity."

There was silence in the small building in the wind and snow.

As for the sword cultivator of a certain Liuyun Sword Sect, as soon as he woke up, he would find that he had become the descendant of the first emperor of Huangliang.

......

Nanyi City, in the courtyard of the hanging tree.

The prime minister didn't ride his little flying fairy out to hang around today.

Instead, he held the wine jug and stood in the warm spring sunshine, looking at the south with a frown on his brows.

Behind him, there was a person who was walking slowly, Jiang Ye of the Human Sword Sect.

As the gatekeeper of the Sword Sect in the human world now, Jiang Ye naturally wants to be in close contact with Qing Xiang.

The two need to work together to maintain the situation in Nanyi City.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Qing Xiang glanced back, but there was no embarrassing situation after scolding the street last time.

One thing is one thing, and the two of them are naturally very clear.

"How's the hulu?"

Qing Xiang took a sip of wine and said softly.

After all, he is a disciple of an old friend, so he must always be concerned.

Jiang Ye stopped behind Qing Xiang, he was not Chen Huaifeng, he had not entered the avenue, so naturally he had no idea of standing side by side with Qing Xiang, but said slowly: "He is still in a coma, and his injuries have almost recovered, but probably because he doesn't want to wake up." ”

The prime minister sighed and said, "It's okay, in fact, I also have some responsibility for this matter." Cong Blade, this bastard is gone, and I naturally have some elder duties. ”

Jiang Ye quietly looked at this big demon in the world who seemed to be drinking and racing all day long and had nothing to do, and said softly: "The dean naturally has the dean's own affairs to see. ”

The prime minister was silent for a moment and said, "That's true. ”

"The dean has re-entered the avenue?"

"Yes, it's just that the foundation is damaged, and it will still take a long time to recover."

Jiang Ye said with a sigh: "So cultivators, after all, are all doing risky tricks. ”

Qing Xiang, as a big demon under the three swords and three views, was also attacked by Nanchu Wu and almost destroyed Daohai.

As those predecessors said many years ago.

The practitioner has the power to kill himself with ease.

Even if it is a great sword cultivator in the world, if he is unsuspectingly stirred into his brain with a knife, he will die of resignation.

Although the Daoist is physically stronger than the sword cultivator and the person of the Witch Ghost Dao, he is also a man of the world after all.

Their brow bones may be harder than their fists, but if there is no Dao rhyme into the body, there will still be no sword hardness.

The prime minister said calmly: "The world is a dangerous move, and the more you know about the world, the more vulnerable you will find that the world is actually more vulnerable." Mental and cognitive firmness cannot erase physical weakness. ”

Jiang Ye said softly: "Controlling a strong mind with a weak body is probably the principle that the Great Dao said is that weakness is better than strength. ”

Qing Xiang glanced back at Jiang Ye, probably surprised that this disciple who was wandering in the vegetable market could also understand such a truth.

Jiang Ye naturally knew what Qing Xiang meant, and said softly: "This is the principle of the sword. ”

Qing Xiang nodded, indeed.

The two stood on the head of the city for a long time.

"It's twelve."

Jiang Ye said softly.

"Yes." The prime minister stood there, blowing the cool spring breeze in the warm spring day.

Outside the castle are distant mountains and large rivers.

At the same time, it is also stationed with countless large armies mobilized from all over Huai'an.

Although it is not a green armor, the machine and the way of Taoism on the Huai'an armor have already begun to emerge thousands of years ago.

In the war between the two clans thousands of years ago, it also shined.

Today's Nanyi City is naturally not the Nanyi City of the Great Wind for 1,000 years.

Even if the original 800,000 Black Armor of the Sea and the Witch Ghost Dao Ghost Tribes came again, there was nothing to fear.

Nanyi City was originally the place where the most bones were buried in the ancient battlefields of the past dynasties.

In the words of the world, it is the riverbed of the Nanyi River, which is paved with bones.

"It's still snowing in the south." Qing Xiang said softly, "This is contrary to what is recorded in the Dao Sage's Supplement to the Human World. ”

Jiang Ye said with a solemn expression: "So this is the will of the goddess. ”

Qing Xiang said slowly: "The magnificent power is the most capable of subjugating the world, the power of the Southern Styx is strong, and the goddess is afraid that the divine power is far from being comparable to when it first appeared." ”

Jiang Ye frowned and stood there, and said slowly, "What can Huai'an do?" ”

Qing Xiang squinted his eyes, took a sip of wine, and looked deeply at the foggy mountains.

"Maybe with the help of the country, the goddess can be reburied in Daze. It's just that the cost is too great, and the human world may not be able to endure such devastating wars again and again. ”

Jiang Ye fell silent.

How is it to mobilize the power of the country?

It is to fill the entire Huai'an into the war with the south, and it is no longer a small fight like Lingnan going down the mountain.

But all those who are on the mountain go down, and those who are on the precipice go down the precipice, and those who are in the river go ashore.

The Three Swords and Three Views, as well as all the subordinate cultivation places, all went to Huangliang.

to be able to fill the huge ravine brought by such a goddess.

Jiang Ye was silent for a long time before he said softly: "I thought Huai'an was strong enough. ”

Qing Xiang chuckled and said: "Huai'an as a whole is naturally much stronger than back then, but in today's world, there is a lack of people who can really stand on a very high place." Just like the evaluation of the current cultivation world on the Autumn Water of the Grinding Sword Cliff - she is not a person who can sit in the world. The height of the Grinding Sword Cliff represents the upper limit of today's human world. Or maybe this is the original trajectory of the Huai'an cultivation world. It is the generation after Nanyi, who is too lonely and protruding. The robustness of thought and cognition can sometimes indeed lead to the upward movement of the body. What grows in fear will naturally be more powerful than in peace. ”

Qing Xiang said, but paused for a long time, looking up at the heavenly dome on earth.

"It's just a blessing."

"We can still enjoy the blessings of that generation."

Jiang Ye squinted at Qing Xiang, he didn't know what this thousand-year-old scholar was talking about.

He is not Zhang Xiaoyu or Chen Huaifeng, and he has never seen such a young man in green clothes.

Naturally, I don't know a lot of stories.

The prime minister lowered his head and said very calmly: "So we don't need to pour the country's strength. ”

"Guard the gate of Nanyi City and let Huai'an continue to move forward undisturbed, it is enough."

This is probably also knowing that the goddess was born.

And Huaidu still has no reason for big moves.