Liu Chunfeng went out of the city in the wind and snow.

Although the fake capital is closed for the world, for people like Liu Chunfeng, whether it is closed or not is naturally meaningless.

The place of the Taiyi Spring Festival, ten miles east of the fake capital, is in the middle of a snowy mountain and river.

Even if it was Liu Chunfeng, he didn't expect it to be like this.

Everyone thought that the goddess had returned to the world, and those places of gods and ghosts should be above the world, and another city of gods and ghosts should be opened in the fake capital.

It's just that the land of spring sacrifice is not in the fake capital.

Wind and snow mountains and rivers, even with the help of the Nine Divisions, how can they create a city of gods and ghosts in such a fast time?

This is something that Liu Chunfeng cannot understand.

Unless.

This thirty-year-old Taoist of the Hanging Courtyard stopped on the mountain road and watched the wind and snow in the world.

Then from under the plain white and slightly cyan robe, a hand came out and caught a snowflake.

There is a lot of Styx power in the snow, and it is naturally not a good thing for the world, but its meaning is soft, as if it has been softened by people.

The most remarkable of the power of the River Styx is the chill.

The ultimate bone-chilling chill.

This is the experience that the Styx River reversed back then.

To be able to let such a snow cover the world for so long is naturally a great force in the world.

But did the goddess really do it?

Liu Chunfeng looked at the snowflake quietly.

There may have been a lot of hustle and bustle throughout the fake.

But there was no hustle and bustle, it came from the goddess who had been in the palace for a long time.

Just like that piece of Wushan, it stands quietly in Daze.

Liu Chunfeng watched the snowflake melt in his hand, then lowered his hand and continued to move forward.

Ten miles is an extremely short distance, even if Liu Chunfeng did not incarnate the Dao Feng, he did not walk for a long time, and he appeared on a high mountain somewhere.

Here, he finally felt some of the power of the Styx, but standing on the top of the mountain and heading east, there was still nothing.

It's just that the sense of resistance and disgust from Dao Yun in my heart is constantly increasing.

What is there in Pingchuan behind the snowy green mountains?

Liu Chunfeng squinted, and the Taoist text gradually appeared in his eyes, and he looked over the snow curtain and looked there carefully.

At this point, Liu Chunfeng finally saw something.

It's people.

But those are not the craftsmen who build the temple, but some ordinary people or people of the witch and ghost.

On the trail of the windy and snowy mountains and rivers, he is hesitating.

People seem to be frowning, looking for something.

Liu Chunfeng watched it for a long time before he realized that those people should be the same as himself, looking for those spring sacrifices.

It's just that today is the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, and to this day, there is still no trace of showing in this land of wind and snow.

This is undoubtedly a very strange thing.

Could it be that the goddess imagines the reappearance of miracles, so that this land of wind and snow can pull out a whole piece of wind and snow gods in an instant?

Or is the so-called fake capital ten miles to the east wind and snow, just a disguise?

Liu Chunfeng stood on the mountain with a frown.

I think it's unlikely.

With the nature of a goddess, it is impossible to do such a thing.

So what exactly?

Liu Chunfeng suddenly heard some slight footsteps beside him.

Suddenly turned his head back.

I saw a woman in a long black dress, with soft and calm eyebrows and eyes, coming slowly on those mountain roads.

After being silent for a long time in the wind and snow, the spring breeze dean of the Hanging Courtyard looked at the woman who walked up to the top of the mountain, and then bent down slightly and bowed.

"I've seen the goddess."

......

The guy from the Liuyun Sword Sect who was said to be the descendant of the previous emperor of the previous dynasty was called the cold cicada, and the matter of going out early in the morning was slowly spreading among the fake capitals.

So people ran outside the palace and waited to see what was going to happen.

I just sat and waited, but I didn't see the person who I had never met, probably their majesty, appear.

And so people started talking.

"I heard that he was a foot tall, a burly man, a fierce face, and a sword covered in blood, and he killed wherever he went."

"Fuck you, isn't he only four feet? Like a little brat, hide in the shadows and give you a sword. Is this a killer? You're called Kai Wushuang. ”

"Big brother, that's the killer of the Liuyun Sword Sect, don't you make a mistake, are you kidding?"

It seems to make a lot of sense.

Liuyun Sword Sect, as one of the three major sword sects in Huai'an, or rather, in the current human world, actually belongs to the existence of the sword sect in the human world, after all, the sword sect on the sword cliff for ten years has long disappeared.

It is impossible for Huangliang not to know such a place.

People talked about it for a long time, but they still didn't see anyone coming.

So some late arrivals brought news.

The cicada did go out.

However, it seems that he is still wandering around the world, and it is said that he went to drink in a liquor store.

People looked at each other, looked at the palace, and thought to themselves, this is really a shame.

As for the two people who were arguing about what the cicada looked like, after hearing the news, they simply left the palace and headed in the direction of the Hanging Courtyard.

Today, I'm going to see if the cicada is on Wushuang or stealth.

The two braved the snow and trotted all the way under the eaves.

On the way, a man wearing a snow-colored coat and holding a sword and holding a pot of wine passed by, but the two didn't care, just said borrowing, and ran over.

The chiller glanced back at the two of them strangely, wondering if their house was on fire?

But the cicada just glanced at it, and then turned back to it.

Because he saw an interesting person.

Li San carried the newly picked up silver ticket, hummed a proud song of the spring breeze, and bragged with people on the street.

"Let me tell you, those people don't know what to do, the existence of the goddess is a great gospel in the world, like I have made a windfall twice in just ten days, don't believe it, as long as you sincerely recite the goddess and worship three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, you can also be like me."

The man laughed, probably mocking, and perhaps a little resentful.

After all, Li San gave him the silver ticket a look.

Am I not religious enough?

Otherwise, why did the goddess prefer this Li San, who was a bad gambler and alcoholic, and made trouble that his daughter-in-law almost ran away with someone?

Li San only thought that the smile was praising himself, and he became excited as he spoke.

"What a chilling cicada, I'll wait here, if he dares to pass from here, Lao Tzu will go up with two punches."

The man looked at Li San with a smile and said, "He's a cultivator. ”

"What's wrong with the cultivator!" Li San had a stalk on his neck, patted his chest, and the silver ticket inside was photographed to reveal a corner. "With the blessing of the goddess, I Li San is invulnerable and immortal......"

Li San's words were not finished, because a sword with a scabbard was pressed against his throat.

He swallowed his saliva, cautiously turned his head to look over, and saw that he had only seen it not long ago, the sword cultivator with his sleeves and leggings, dressed in a snow-white coat, standing on the side of the street, looking at himself calmly, but in those calms, there seemed to be a lot of sincerity that was inconvenient to show.

Li San didn't dare to speak, even if it was just a scabbard against his throat, but that cold chill still went straight to the bone marrow.

"Thank you."

With a very calm and indifferent face, the cicada said something extremely sincere.

Then he stretched out a hand and pulled out the silver ticket from Li San's arms.

"Helped me get some money back."

When Li San saw that the silver ticket was taken away, his whole body began to tremble, maybe it was pain or grief and anger.

When I caught a glimpse of the sneering look of the man next to me, I remembered what I had said.

The goddess is blessed and invulnerable.

So he roared.

"I'm fighting with you dog!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, hugged the sword of the cicada, and tried to snatch the sword away, but when he touched the scabbard, the whole person flew up, and then fell down like a sack in the middle of the long street, and lay there howling in pain.

"Oops~"

Chill withdrew his sword and placed the silver ticket in his arms.

Walking towards that side, he stopped in front of Li San, who was rolling around to relieve the pain, and said sincerely: "Please go back today and beg the goddess again, after all, I still lost a lot of money." ”

Li San just wailed, probably not hearing what Han Cicada said.

I just vaguely heard what 'goddess' and what 'money'.

So he howled very sadly, kicked his legs and screamed.

"Wang Ba calf, the thing that only robs money woo woo woo."

Han Cicada couldn't help but smile and walked over from the side.

So is this considered bullying men and women?

The chill thought very strangely.

Then I saw that the two people who ran over before ran back again, and glanced at Li San lying on the ground halfway, and then looked at the cold cicada, and ran over again.

probably ran to the side of the Hanging Courtyard and learned that the cicada had gone, so he turned back again, intending to catch up to see if it was one zhang or four feet.

The chilling cicada could vaguely hear the two people running away in the long street in the wind and snow muttering there.

"It can't be him."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Who's a killer like that? ”

The cicada stopped there, thinking to himself, what does it mean to look like this?

Am I ugly?

When Han Cicada thought like this, he saw Liu March walking alone on the side of the street very carefully bypassing the crowd.

He looked down at himself again.

It shouldn't be ugly.

Han Cicada thought so, and looked up at the sky again.

It had been snowing heavily for a long time, and it was overcast, so it was hard to tell what time it was.

But it's clear that it's still very early.

So the chilling cicada decided to go get something to eat first.

When the people waiting at the palace learned that the cicada had drunk wine and went to eat noodles again, it was finally confirmed.

This is not giving face.

When the two arrived at the noodle shop, they caught up this time.

At a glance, I saw the man sitting at the window, dressed in snow and looking indifferent.

The noodles probably haven't been laid yet. After all, everyone went to see the excitement, and the people in the noodle restaurant didn't expect anyone to come to eat noodles, so they had to be slower.

So the chilling sword was placed on the table, and he sat there calmly and waited without squinting.

The cicada is indeed not a foot long, nor is it more than four feet.

Just like ordinary people in the world.

Although the two of them were a little amazed by the appearance of such a sword cultivator of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

But there was also some disappointment.

Because it's not weird enough.

Maybe it's a beautiful man in the world, but it's not a strange man in the world.

So after watching it for a while, he left in a huff.

Han Cicada is actually very curious about what the two of them are doing, but now he can't show a curious look.

I can only sit there quietly.

It took a long time for the noodles to be served, and the owner of the noodle shop was a little scared at first.

Until the chill cicada slapped the huge silver ticket on the table.

After hesitating and asking several times, the owner of the noodle shop finally determined that this was today's noodle money.

So he accepted it with a smile.

"You are the true immortal and the true majesty."

The noodle shop owner's praise was quite sincere.

And the chilling cicada just began to stir the noodles with a blank face, and ate it uprightly at the back end.

Eating noodles like this is naturally unpleasant.

The cicada likes to give just the right amount of money, then holds the bowl, squats on the chair and eats comfortably, and then sighs contentedly.

It's just that sometimes you have to put it on for the world to feel it.

This is probably the most meticulous bowl of noodles that the chilling cicada eats.

Not a single drop of oil splashed on the body, adding a little stain to the snow. Even the oil on the noodles did not cross the range of lips and teeth, and the mouths of the people in the world were full of oil, which has nothing to do with the diametrically opposite words here.

The cicada quietly finished eating the bowl of noodles, and then put down the chopsticks upright, the shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant probably understood it very well, handed over a bowl of tea on the side, and waited until the cicada finished drinking the tea and rinsed his mouth, and handed over a clean wet towel.

The wind and snow are still blowing outside the window.

After eating the noodles, the cold cicada did not rush to leave, but sat there and pondered.

There were a lot of people outside.

I don't know what the cicada was thinking there.

Probably something very heavy.

The chilling cicada was thinking very heavily, that is, how to stay up until the afternoon.

Just sitting in a noodle restaurant for a day is obviously not appropriate.

So the chill sat for a while, picked up the sword, and walked out the door.

The world is not familiar with the cicada, and the cicada is not familiar with the world.

It was the silence of the streets, and no one said anything.

The cicada walked and stopped on the long street of the world.

The Imperial Palace is to the north of the False Capital.

If the temple is in the south, it can naturally be delayed for a longer time.

It's a pity that the temple is on the east side.

No matter how long those streets and alleys are, they are only those distances after all.

Fortunately, the wind and snow know.

Maybe it's really coming to an end.

After the cicada finished eating the noodles, it suddenly became much bigger.

The world is like a white pear.

Maybe it's really the spring breeze coming.

It's just that the spring breeze is not in the fake capital, but in the mountains and forests outside the capital.

The long street was deserted, just countless winds and snows that obscured the view, and the cicada was rightfully waiting under the snow eaves with a sword, just like all the people of the world.

People looked at the white man standing with his sword in the mighty snowstorm very strangely.

I wonder if you really plan to put it off until the end of the day?

If the cicada knew what they were thinking, she would definitely praise it sincerely.

You're so smart.

The blizzard finally stopped when twilight appeared on the horizon.

It seems to stop but not stop.

It's just not as violent as it used to be.

The people who had been waiting for drowsiness finally noticed that the cicada looked up at the twilight, and then began to walk in the direction of the palace, so they were shocked and hurriedly followed.

This time, the cicada did not wander around anymore, and walked calmly in the wind and snow with his sword.

The thoughts of the people of the world that have been suppressed for a long time have finally come alive.

With anticipation all the way, I went to the palace gate with the cold cicada.

The attendants waiting at the palace gate were already white-headed, but they still seemed to have no complaints.

Probably like what I thought yesterday when I faced the gentleman of the Hanging Temple.

He didn't have a choice.

The figure of the cold cicada finally appeared on the long street directly opposite the palace gate.

The streets were silent, watching this sword cultivator from the north head towards the palace gate.

The waiter waited until Han Cicada walked outside the palace gate, looked behind him, and someone came over with a tray.

"Please untie the sword, sir."

The chilling cicada that represents the will of the Hanging Temple, it is probably not wrong to call it Mr.

The chilling cicada stopped there.

The people in the fake capital were also watching, not knowing if the cicada would untie his sword and enter the palace.

The cicada looked quietly at the attendant for a long time, and there was a hint of pleading in the latter's eyes.

Chilling cicadas naturally understood what that meant.

So he put the sword in his hand.

The attendant breathed a sigh of relief.

There were a lot of whispers in the long street outside the palace, probably a little lower on the cold cicada.

Soon, there was an uproar in the snowstorm.

The attendant also stood there in a daze.

Because after Han Cicada put the sword up, he pulled out his sword in an incomparably crisp and long sword sound.

There was only one scabbard left in the dish.

Han Cicada raised his sword in his hand and said calmly: "The people of the Liuyun Sword Sect do not have the habit of leaving their swords in their hands. ”

The attendant silently watched as the cicada with the sword shining on the snow in his hand, and then took the scabbard from his plate and presented it with both hands.

"Sir, please put your sword in the sheath."

The cicada sends the sword into its sheath.

The attendant whispered, "Please come with me." ”

Then lead the way to the palace road inside the palace gate.

The cicada was also calm, didn't say anything, and walked away with his sword.

The palace door slowly closed.

As you can see in the world, there is only some flying snow with twilight.

Countless noises rang out outside the palace in an instant.

The scene they imagined of chilling the cicada and scolding His Majesty did not happen.

Even from beginning to end, it was just a sentence.

However, even this sentence is enough to make the world talk about it for a long time.

Northern Sword Cultivation is indeed Northern Sword Cultivation.

The truth of the sword, shining in the snow, shines on the world, and others will naturally understand.

It is naturally impossible to untie the sword, if you want to untie the sword, then I will directly unsheath it and enter the palace.

Of course, the reason why Han Cicada was able to do this was because he was a cultivator at the upper level of the human world, and the four waves of the Great Dao, whether it was north or south, needed to be treated with caution.

Liu March stood there quietly.

Naturally, what he saw was different.

So his expression was solemn.

Crossing those wind and snow, it was as if I wanted to see the chilling cicada walking in the wind and snow in the palace.

He was no stranger to those palace roads, and he had been in them after all.

It's just that even so, he still can't see clearly what will happen in the midst of it.

But one way or another.

Such a story must come to an end before the end of the Taiyi Spring Festival.