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

March is just the right time for spring.

It's just that the ugly Taoist who was sealed March Yin, who was supposed to watch the scenery of Huangliang March with the cold cicadas, was not in Kyoto at this time, but was chasing the traces of another northern Taoist in the rumors.

So after the winter, the cicadas climbed the windward tower alone - just like the emperors of Huangliang.

The tall buildings face north, and the people standing on the tall buildings often face the north as well, as if this way they can see the northern country carefully.

Spring in the south is not much warmer.

The Yellow Sorghum is mountainous, the River Styx hangs high above the world, and the climate is humid, and rainy years are often wet and cold all year round.

Therefore, perhaps worried about the rheumatism and cold legs of this emperor from the north, the palace guards placed small stoves everywhere, that is, on top of this tall building, where the wind and rain were heard, and some charcoal stoves were placed in each of the four corners of the pavilion.

This scene reminded this Liuyun Sword Cultivator of a certain predecessor of the Night Rain Cliff - although the Liuyun Sword Sect also has a sword cultivator Chen Yunxi who lives like an old immortal, but there is also a generational existence among the disciples.

That senior was a disciple of the first two generations of Han Cicada, and he was also a Great Dao cultivator and a killer.

Of course, when Han Cicada entered the sect, that senior was not old, but he had to be on crutches all day long.

The reason is very simple, the Night Rain Cliff is built on the stream, not much drier than this land located under the River Styx, and the old-timer is a drunkard, so he sleeps on the side of the cliff when he drinks too much.

After a long time, I really suffered from rheumatism and cold legs.

This thing is more accurate than the lack of a fortune teller, sometimes the disciples want to be lazy, don't want to practice swords in the morning, they will look at the senior to see if he will have joint pain.

As long as the senior was there on crutches, the disciples cheered and scattered.

Probably for this reason, the cicada is very restrained in drinking, although it is not a drop of alcohol, but it will not be drunk and lie drunk by the stream and fall asleep.

If you are really bored sometimes, you will go to the world and eat a bowl of noodles splashed with chili oil.

Then he left happily.

As for the senior, in a later mission, he suddenly had a leg attack in the night rain, and when a sword was sent, he knelt down with a thud.

The worst thing is that the one who fell out and just hit the man's sword, ending his life of sin very aggrieved.

Han Cicada was wearing the white imperial robe, standing quietly by the windward building, looking at the servant who was adding fire to the charcoal stove, probably the psychological shadow of this matter was still there, so he solemnly instructed.

"Add more."

The guard was stunned for a moment, probably thinking to himself why the king was not stubborn at all? Shouldn't you be angry and say what kind of fire you want to bake?

It's just that although he was stunned, the movements of his hands still did not stop, and a large piece of charcoal was added to it.

After the servant finished adding charcoal, he secretly glanced at this sword cultivator from the north, who was looking at the world with his hands in his hands, and did not carry the sword, and the sword was not left in the palace of the king of Chu, so he put it aside.

After all, with a sword on his back, the identity of the sword cultivator will overpower the identity of the emperor, which is a very discordant thing when it falls into the world.

The attendants didn't think too much about their majesty.

After all, this is a human avenue sword cultivator, even if he is not an emperor, the position he is in is not something that a person like him can reach.

So he cleaned up the cinders on the ground, put them together in the stove, and bowed before leaving.

The emperor nodded first, and when the attendant was about to leave the top pavilion of the Windward Tower, he suddenly stretched out a hand, probably a habitual action when he was thinking, but he quickly retracted it and put it behind him again.

"Let Zhao be happy to come to see me."

The attendant was stunned for a long time, and then remembered that Zhao Xingxing was the current king's classmate in the Hanging Courtyard, a young boy.

After Han Chan ascended the throne, he was named the happy general of Zhenbei.

The attendant didn't say much, but said respectfully, "Oh." ”

The cicadas sit quietly in the charcoal fire on all sides, blowing the spring breeze of the early March morning.

The long street in the world is gradually bustling, the corners of the eaves are ticking, and the morning fog in the distant mountains is slowly dissipating.

His happy general didn't know where to go, and he went to the grass and the people's lives.

It wasn't until a long time before Han Cicada saw a young man walking with some trepidation on the spring palace road, and he kept wanting to run in front of the attendant, probably asking Han Cicada why he suddenly wanted to see him.

It's just that it's destined to be fruitless.

The chilling cicada is more alienated than the original separation.

The only one who is close to them is Lord March Yin, who has a false position.

The cicada stood quietly on the windward floor, and after a while, the boy walked upstairs with some uneasiness.

As soon as he went upstairs, Zhao Xingxing pounced and knelt down.

"Handa.... The king forgave the sin, the minister should not have eaten hot pot the day before yesterday and did not give money, and threatened to ask him to come to the palace to ask for an explanation. ”

Han Cicada silently turned around, sat down next to the small couch by the side of the building, and quietly looked at Zhao Xingxing for a long time, without saying anything.

The young man's body trembled there, and there was charcoal fire on all sides, but he was forced to shake out the bitter cold and desolate feeling of the cold winter wax moon.

"The day before yesterday, I shouldn't have seen it on the side of the road and teased the girl in the east of the city."

The cicada didn't speak, just sat there quietly.

The young man quietly glanced up at the emperor who was sitting there in white clothes like snow, and then fell down again.

"You shouldn't have occupied other people's ancestral homestead land......"

The chilling cicada finally said a word.

"Anything else?"

The young man thought for a moment and said, "If it's not enough, the minister can continue to make it up." ”

The cicada chuckled softly and said, "Get up." ”

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, the spring breeze above the tall building was very cold, so he ran to move a stove and put it next to the low couch, and then sat down cross-legged.

"Who taught you to speak that?"

Han Cicada looked at the boy and said with a smile.

Zhao Xingxing hesitated a little and said, "It's those old masters of the Nine Divisions, they said that the king wouldn't like courtiers who are so clean that they don't have a handle.....

The smile on the cicada's face gradually disappeared, and he turned his head away, quietly looking over the guardrail of the tall building to look at the world.

"So did you really do it, or did you not do it?"

Zhao Xingxing couldn't see the cold cicada's expression clearly, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense, it was clear that the person was still the same person as before, but Zhao Xingxing didn't dare to joke.

"I want to do it." The boy snorted.

Han Cicada interrupted him, turned his head, and said slowly, "If you don't do it, don't do it." ”

The young man looked at the emperor with a calm expression in front of him.

"Why?"

Han Cicada said lightly: "Because I don't like it." ”

Zhao Xingxing was a little speechless for a while, and after thinking about it for a while, he seemed to understand something, and asked, "Because Huai'an has no such thing?" ”

The cicada looked silently to the north.

"Yes. But there are reasons why it is not justified. ”

It's like being a killer in the past.

Zhao Xingxing looked at this white-clothed emperor for a long time.

The white clothes were like snow, hanging very loosely, like water foam stacked under a waterfall, clean and clean.

When people see this scene, it is probably difficult for people to remember that this was once a killer.

I heard that in the process of climbing up, people always subconsciously want to get rid of the past.

And when they become famous, they like to talk about their difficulties with those past unbearable.

Zhao Xingxing didn't know that he had heard such a sentence there.

I'm a farmer's son and I've been a killer, and probably many years from now, they'll have the same benefits.

When Zhao Gao came back to his senses, he found that he had been in a daze for a long time, and the chilling cicada was looking at him quietly.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhao Xingxing smiled, as if he was very happy.

"It's nothing, I just remembered that we were talking upstairs here, and that kid must still be hiding in the corner and revising history books."

Zhao Xingxing happily became a happy general, and Tranquility went to Zuo Shifu quietly.

The young man is still too young, and it is naturally not his turn to record words and deeds in the previous dynasty, so he just nests in the house all day long and flips through those thick history books.

Zhao Xingxing is actually quite envious of Tranquility.

Because in his opinion, this is the third key node in the history of sorghum.

The first is the collapse of the Witch Ghost Cult, and this land has changed from ancient Chu to Huangliang, the second node is the rise of the Shenhe River, which dominates the world, and the voice of Huangliang has not fallen, and the third is the present.

No one thought that after a thousand years, such a big change would happen, the goddess would reappear in the world, and the northern sword cultivator would become the emperor, of course, they were called the king of Chu.

But whether it is the king of Chu or the emperor of Chu, it is nothing more than the name of a ruling class.

At such times, the people who wrote the history books often left their names in the upper echelons of the dust of time along with this history.

Who wouldn't want to be famous through the ages?

Zhao Xingxing naturally didn't just think about the lives of the people. He also thought about stepping on the horse and basing himself on the future.

It's just that it's obvious that this is something more outrageous than a daydream, it's better to ignore human life and directly let the world remember that he Zhao Xingxing is a bad person.

Because when I heard that people died, they didn't really die.

Only when the world doesn't remember his name can he really die, and even the River Styx can't bring him back to the world at that time.

Zhao Xingxing found that he had been gone for a long time, and he lay down by the fireplace in a little panic.

"The king forgives sins."

The cicada looked at the boy quietly, then stood up, walked to the guardrail of the pavilion, and stood with his hands in his hands.

"It doesn't matter. Forgive you for your innocence. ”

Zhao Xingxing breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that something seemed wrong.

The spring breeze seems to be colder, and this windward pavilion seems to be more spacious.

So the white-clothed emperor was obviously standing not far away, so he felt that he seemed to be a little farther away?

Zhao Xingxing thought a little uncertainly.

The voice of the chilling cicada did come suddenly, not reminiscing, but talking about business very calmly.

"General Zhenbei, it can't be a false position."

Zhao Xingxing looked up at the back of the chilling cicada with a look of surprise.

Coming from the north, the sword cultivator who was roasting the fire in the high-rise building in the south did not look back, but just turned his head to look at the sword placed not far away.

"Once you have created the hilt of the sword, you naturally need to have a blade."

Zhao Xingxing had a faint guess in his heart.

He didn't dare to say it, but began to sweat with surprise and joy.

The boy gasped and raised his hand to wipe the sweat that suddenly oozed from his forehead.

"What does the king mean?"

The cicada looked to the north and whispered, "It's March." ”

What does March mean?

The boy was a little confused.

It wasn't until the next sentence of the chilling cicada came that the boy suddenly stood up.

"Let's go on the Northern Expedition."

The boy just thought that the cicada would give him some military power.

I just never thought that I would hear such an extremely incredible sentence on such an ordinary spring day.

"Your ....., Your King"

The young man swallowed the word crazy and those saliva, as if swallowing a piece of thousand-year-old ice, and his body was extremely cold in an instant.

The cicada turned around and looked at the boy with a very calm look in his eyes.

"The north is undecided, and the Huangliang Witch Armor is just beginning, this is a good opportunity."

Just because a teenager loves to daydream doesn't mean he's a crazy fool.

No matter how naïve he is, he can see that Huangliang can break away from Huai'an today because of the goddess, not because Huangliang has changed to an emperor.

Han Cicada said lightly: "Or do you plan to wait until the northern demon affairs are calmed down, and our Majesty Kamigawa is coming?" ”

Zhao Xingxing was silent there.

He always felt as if the cicada was joking.

Who would let a young boy who doesn't even know how to use a sword and just thinks about how to take care of people's lives really become a general of Zhenbei?

Just looking at this white-clothed emperor who suddenly let himself come to see him and stood calmly on the edge of the building, no matter what, it didn't look like a joke.

Zhao Xingxing waited for a long time before he lowered his head and said softly: "What the king said is indeed very reasonable, but it is just ......"

The dazed and frightened young man looked at the sword of the cicada, and the spring breeze blew the leaves on the tall building, and it landed on the hilt of the sword, swaying slowly.

"What does this have to do with me? Or did the king just want to talk to someone he had known before? ”

The so-called Northern Expedition, in Zhao Xingxing's view, is actually no different from sending him to death.

At the beginning, the 800,000 black armor was all lost outside Nanyi City, not to mention the so-called witch armor that had just begun to settle down.

There is naturally no shortage of witches in sorghum.

Just A?

After all, Zhao Xingxing is also a military general under the justifiable Sima, and he always has to understand a lot of things.

How long will it take for 800,000 pieces of armor to be recreated?

Han Cicada turned around and said calmly, "This afternoon, Zuo Sima will hand over the talisman and 400,000 witch armor to you. ”

This Northern Sword Cultivator didn't answer Zhao Xingxing's question, but just said plainly.

Zhao Xingxing stood there in a daze.

"Can I say no?"

The chill cicada said calmly, "No. ”

There was silence upstairs in the windward.

After a long time, Zhao Xingxing said softly: "So in the final analysis, the king is not a Huangliang person after all. ”

It is undoubtedly incomprehensible to send hundreds of thousands of people to the north to die because they know that they cannot do it.

Han Cicada said lightly: "It's just that you haven't seen the Witch Ghost Cult for too long. ”

Zhao Xingxing was stunned for a moment, looked at the back of the cicada and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"Chengze is a soldier, Mu Shui is a armor, and the Witch Ghost Divine Cult once beat the border of Huai'an to the Liuyun Mountain Range. With the blessing of gods and ghosts, you are far more powerful than you think. ”

The cicadas stand in the wind above the tall buildings.

"If the Goddess Cannot Bring Strength to the World....."

"Then the merciful people who are enshrined in the god capital, why is it not my chilling cicada?"

Zhao Xingxing stood there in silence.

The young man still remembers that in the first month of this year, this sword cultivator sat in the sword courtyard of the Hanging Courtyard with a sad face, roasting the fire against the wind and snow, and scolding the world for being crazy.

But the person who scolded the madman at the beginning now seems to be heading in the direction of the madman.

The dynasty in the north obviously didn't do anything, but it was always able to turn the emperor of the south into a chattering being.

Zhao Xingxing was silent for a long time, looked at the cold cicada and asked, "So why me?" ”

Han Cicada said calmly, "This is what you yourself said in the Sword Academy. ”

Zhao Xingxing can't remember what he said at the beginning.

But he knew that what the chilling cicada said was the truth.

It's just a juvenile joke, do you have to watch it so seriously?

Zhao Xingxing asked one last question.

"The goddess will allow you to do this?"

The cicada turned around, like a curtain of wind and snow, in the spring light that the boy saw.

"The goddess will be glad to see that."

"She came to the world once, and there was no longer the lover she had back then, so how could she only be willing to see half of the sun?"

"What do you think she's been waiting for in the Divine Capital?"

"Waiting for love?"

There seemed to be some smile on the face of the chilling cicada.

It's just that the backlit figure can't let the young man who feels the chill in the building see clearly.

"She's waiting for Huang Liang to get ready."

Then she would open the closed gate of Daze between Huangliang and Huai'an. Let you bathe in divine power, with the will from the River Styx, step through those mountains and rivers, and go to the land that Gu Chu regretted the most. ”

Zhao Xingxing stood quietly in the middle of the building, lowered his head, and looked at the charcoal furnace that was not similar to the one in the Sword Courtyard.

"I'm just a teenager who has done nothing and nothing to do, and I'm going to die there."

The boy finally tries to convince Chill to change his mind.

Han Cicada said calmly: "Four o'clock is best in March, and you will never go back to the youth." ”

March is the best.

The boy should never go back.

Zhao Xingxing didn't say anything more, saluted respectfully, and then turned around and walked downstairs.

When he walked to the wind corridor of this tall building, the boy stopped, and watched the spring of the world there for a long time.

Then he lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe his tears.

He didn't know what he was doing wrong.

The boy's tears were falling in a hurry.

It's like a rain that welcomes the end of spring.

The cicada stood quietly on top of the tall building, looking out at the world.

This time he didn't lose his hand, but grabbed the idle sword beside him and held it there like a crutch.

The high-rise building faces north, and so does the emperor in the high-rise building.

When those eyes fall far north.

So countless heavy snow fell on the shoulders of the white clothes.