"I have a flower, planted in my heart, with buds waiting to be released, morning and twilight, I wait eagerly, people with hearts come to dream......"

On the edge of the snowy mountain range, Chen He was singing his unknown tune as he pushed the cart towards the snowy mountains.

Even if he was fully prepared in that small town in the northwest, he didn't think about another thing.

That is, the bearings of the wheels of the wheels are frozen, and they can't be driven at all, even if they are pushing the wheels, they have to shovel the ice and snow there with a shovel from time to time.

This made this young man, who was full of interest and wanted to go to Luming to sell teppanyaki tofu, had to throw away all the messy things, leaving only a bag of cold-warding herbs, and the cotton clothes he wore on his body, plus a few biographies to sit on.

"Woman flowers, swaying in the red dust, woman flowers, gently swaying with the wind....."

Chen He hummed a song while stopping at this mountain pass, in such a place, the mountain pass is always a good place, and when he stopped here, the wind and snow were covered a lot.

The young man, who sang strange tunes, rested for a while on the leeward side of the pass, and brought a shovel, where he clanked and tapped the icicles on the wheels.

"What about the back?"

Just as Chen He was concentrating on his car, a very mellow and gentle voice suddenly came from above the wind and snow.

Chen He was so frightened that he almost shoveled a shovel on his feet.

Looking up, on the cliff above the pass, a middle-aged monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes was sitting in a plain white monk's robe, looking at Chen He very sincerely.

Fortunately, Chen He had also seen strong winds and waves, so he quickly calmed down, thought about it seriously, and said: "I can still remember it if you don't ask, but when you ask, I really forgot about it." ”

The monk was obviously a little sorry.

But I was probably really curious, so I sat in the wind and snow with a big bald head, thought about it and said, "Then I won't ask, you sing it again." ”

Chen He also thought it was okay, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he forgot what the words of harmony were.

I was stunned there for a long time, so the monk sang very sincerely: "I have a flower.....

"Ah, yes, yes, I have a flower, planted in my heart, budding to be released......"

Chen He felt that something was wrong when he sang, and looked up at the monk above.

"No, you're a monk, why are you curious about what's behind the woman's flower."

The monk was also stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "It's just that I suddenly heard such a strange tone, and I was a little curious." ”

Of course, people are curious, not just cats.

"What's more, if you can sing, can't the monk sing?"

Chen He was speechless and said, "Shouldn't you say that everything I heard?" ”

The monk smiled and said: "If I hear it, the person from the east said: Woman flowers, swaying in the red dust..."

“......”

Chen He sighed, then lowered his head and continued to shovel the snow.

After a long jingle for a while, the monk frowned and said, "Don't knock, the noise makes my head hurt." ”

"If I don't knock, the car won't move, why don't you help me push the car?"

The monk said, "That's not good, I'm going to wait here for someone who is destined." ”

Chen He leaned on the wheelchair, looked up and asked, "Destined person, what is destined person?" ”

The monk said: "A person who is destined is a person who is destined." ”

Chen He didn't care about the monk's nonsense, pointed to himself and said sincerely: "Do you think I look like a destined person?" ”

The monk looked down at Chen He for a long time and said, "Not like that." ”

"Why not?"

"Because I don't dare to look like it."

Chen He said with a smile: "If you are afraid of the image, you have to help me push the cart." ”

The monk smiled slightly and said, "I just don't dare to look like it." ”

Chen He sighed and said: "I thought that you monks were like the monks who were destined thousands of years ago, and everyone had to say that you are destined for my Buddha." ”

The monk said sincerely: "If you have a fate, the master will not say that you are destined when you see someone." ”

"For example?"

"For example, he didn't dare to tell Emperor Huai that you have a relationship with my Buddha, nor did he dare to say to Tsing Yi that you have a relationship with my Buddha."

The monk in a white robe like snow sat on the cliff and said with great sincerity: "So I don't dare to tell you that I have a fate." ”

Chen He said thoughtfully: "So the person you have to wait for is probably ignorant and easy to bully and deceive people?" ”

The monk honestly held his hand and smiled: "Good, good." ”

This sentence roughly translates to yes, yes, yes, wonderful, wonderful.

Only then did Chen He see that the monk looked like a white stone in his hand.

"What's that?"

Chen He looked at the monk and asked.

The monk looked down at the stone in his palm, but sang the Buddha horn uprightly.

"Amitabha."

It's just that what it was, the monk didn't say.

Seeing that he didn't want to say, Chen He didn't continue to ask, so he lowered his head and continued to knock on the ice on the wheels of the car.

The monk raised his hand to cover his ears very sadly.

Chen He knocked for a while, looked up at the monk who looked distressed, and said, "Is it really so noisy?" Could it be that you will be a master of Buddhism? ”

The monk sighed and lowered the palm that was covering his ear.

"The Ami Temple is gone, how can there be any heavenly ear communication? I just sat in the snow for a long time and my ears hurt. ”

“......”

"Don't believe it, don't believe it, you took off your ears and come and sit on this pass for a few days?"

Amiji Temple is gone, and the monks don't have monks, so I can probably understand it.

Chen He looked at this world of wind and snow all year round, and naturally he didn't take off his ears, but just looked at the monk and said, "Then why don't you wear ear covers?" ”

The monk said: "Think about it, if you want to wait for someone who is destined here, but someone else comes to take a look, oh, the monk with ear covering....."

Chen He laughed below.

I have to admit that what the monk said is very reasonable.

"Speaking of which, you don't really just like to wear this thin dress."

Although the plain white monk's robe makes this monk sit on the cliff with a lot of charm, it is probably able to make people shiver from the cold.

The monk said: "That's not true, after all, the poor monk is really full of martial virtues. ”

As the monk spoke, he stood up side by side on the cliff, his arms outstretched, standing there motionless like a bell, and then his hands slowly folded together towards his chest, and the thin monk's robe was torn in the wind and snow, but it really outlined an extremely strong muscle.

“......”

A good martial arts full of virtue.

Chen He was silent.

Anyway, you are so full of martial arts, why don't you dare to treat me as a destined person to help me push a cart?

The monk was very satisfied with Chen He's reaction, sang a Buddha horn, and sat down again.

"Do you have a name called Monk Vigor?"

Chen He looked at the monk who was sitting in the wind and snow again and asked.

The monk looked at Chen He in surprise and said, "How do you know?" Will you be able to understand him? ”

Chen He said sincerely: "Of course not, just because it looks very strong." ”

The monk seemed a little regretful.

Chen He didn't know what he was sorry about, the two of them had been talking nonsense here for a while, and he had rested enough, so he packed up his things and pushed the cart to go out of the pass.

Just looking at the windy and snowy mountains and rivers in front of him, he stopped again, looked up at the monk above and asked, "Do you know where the nearest Luming City is here?" ”

"Amitabha, the donor can go all the way south."

"To the south, where is that?"

The monk thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, where to go south depends on the first person you meet on the road to show you where to go." ”

Chen He was silent.

"So you're just blind."

The monk smiled and said: "What if I showed you the way in such a big snowstorm, you can't even see the road clearly, don't you want to see luck all the way through?" If I point the right finger and you go wrong, you will blame me, and I can't afford to take such a responsibility. ”

Chen He finally came to a conclusion that this was a person with abundant martial virtues, but was very cautious.

The monk finally said, "Of course, I think it's better for you to stay here." ”

"Why?"

"Because there is a war going on in the west, and it may be almost over, if you are lucky, you may not have to encounter those things."

Chen He, who was going to push the cart over, looked at the monk suspiciously.

"Luming is also going to rebel?"

The monk said sincerely: "It's not that Luming wants to rebel, but that the rebels come to Luming." ”

Chen He seemed to understand something, and said slowly: "300,000 Qingjia? ”

"Probably yes."

Chen He thought about it, and still went over there.

"Maybe by the time I got lost all the way, they were already done? At this time, the business of selling sizzling tofu must be very good. ”

The monk didn't persuade him, just sat on the cliff with a smile.

"Love has been known, drunk has been drunk, and the flowers are empty. Fate does not stay, like a spring breeze comes and goes, women are like flowers and dreams....."

Until the young man who was pushing the cart hummed a tune and faded away in the wind and snow.

The monk turned his head, and in the wind and snow on the other side of the pass not far away, I don't know when there was a very miserable person sitting, his hands hanging very weakly, probably interrupted, sitting in the wind and snow and coughing up blood.

Maybe he's been there all along, just covered by the wind and snow.

"Don't worry, Master Ming, wait until I get to someone who is destined, and then go to the sword cultivator who ran away, and send the two of you to the Styx together."

The monk smiled slightly and looked at the middle-aged man in a witch robe stained with blood.

After all, the poor monk is full of martial virtues, and he is not joking.

Ming mayfly coughed for a long time, and finally coughed up the witch blood in his throat, raised his head to look at the monk on the other side of the cliff, and said in a hoarse voice: "The master is here, what about Ami Temple?" ”

The monk looked at the mayfly with a slight smile and said, "The poor monks can't find the entrance to Ami Temple, why does the donor think he can find it?" ”

"He is Zhuang Baiyi, and his master is Cong Blade."

"It makes sense, after all, the predecessor of the Cause and Effect Sword is the last person in the world to have visited Ami Temple." The monk chuckled softly and said, "But what does that have to do with Zhuang Baiyi?" ”

The mayfly wanted to say something more, but the monk just folded his hands and said softly: "After all, a few people really have deer, and they don't know that they dream of being fish all day long." ”

This Nanchu Lingwu, who was from Huangliang and had been extremely proud to say that he was the first person above the spirit witch and under the gods and ghosts when he left, suddenly saw the white stone in the monk's hand.

"That's the relic of Master Youyuan?"

The monk looked down at the stones in his palm and sighed softly: "Back then, Master Fate killed the people of a city with wind and snow in Huangliang, how could there be relics?" ”

The mayfly sat there in silence and began to cough up blood again.

It had been coughing for a long time before the mayfly looked in the direction of the figure that had disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Who's that man?"

"It's just a passerby, and the Ming donor is curious?"

"Because I think the master is a little too restrained."

The monk chuckled softly: "Yes, because there is indeed something that cannot be let go." ”

Probably it's really not as good as letting go when showing his abundant martial arts to the Ming mayfly.

The mayfly boasted that he had a ghost skill, but he still couldn't escape from the monk's hands.

It may be true that the monk doesn't know how to have ears, but he probably has a lot of ears, but probably he is a person who can be very skilled.

So after three crossings, the mayfly was caught.

And Zhuang Baiyi took advantage of the bad luck of the Ming mayfly and turned into sword light and rushed out.

Buddhism may be gone.

It's just that there are still monks.

......

The beard on the face of the young man in armor had not been groomed for a long time, and it looked messy.

It is not easy to have a river flowing down the mountain that has not yet frozen.

Therefore, there are many tents set up by the river, stretching all the way, like countless haystacks in the snowy plains.

The haystacks may be blue-yellow, so the armoured soldiers who walked through the haystacks in an orderly manner were also cyan-colored.

Those cyan armor have a strong ability to avoid water and fire and cold, but it is always like this, and they have to find a way to stuff a lot of velvet grass to keep warm.

The young man's green armor didn't fit, he picked up the armor of a soldier who was frozen to death, so in such weather, it was naturally even colder.

But he did not go back to the camp to roast the fire, but stood beside the river with his sword, and looked down at the beard on his face.

Not lush.

It's like some sparse weeds.

The young man was probably not old enough for him to grow a beard that made people feel heroic at first sight, so no matter how long he left, he would not be able to give birth to that majesty.

The young man watched there for a long time, and behind him there was a very awkward sound of footsteps creaking in the snow.

Such a voice, as soon as you hear it, you know that it is a lame.

So the young man also took two steps, and it turned out that he was also a cripple.

The leg of the little lame man was broken by the old lame, and the leg of the old lame man was broken by the older lame.

It's just that the little cripple broke his leg, which aroused even more anger, so he ran to hit the south wall.

In Huaidu, he couldn't find the south by hitting himself headlong - although the world often said that he couldn't find the north, the little lame man still found the north and ran into the northern desert with the green armor in embarrassment.

What's more, his surname is Bei, how can he not find Bei?

Hurry to the north.

Beitai has always felt that the name of his ancestor is not very good, if it is not called Beigu, how can it cause them to look at the north for so long in the south?

Of course, it's not okay to call it North Island, otherwise he will always feel that it is his ancestors when he looks at a certain boy called South Island.

It's best to call it the Northern Expedition.

It's just that his own ancestor, a good Hangu Guan Taoist, why is it called the Northern Expedition?

Two lame men stood by the river, each thinking his own thing.

"In a place like Luming, there really doesn't need to be stationed too many soldiers, and having more is a bad thing for both the burden on the world and our progress." Old Cripple North Park stood by the river and looked further west.

Beitai looked at his father, and then looked into the distance.

Beyond this river, across this plain of wind and snow, is a capital city that stands in the midst of wind and snow, a place whose name is rarely known in the whole world.

It's called Jidu.

It means the capital of the West Pole.

Although Huangliang has always been despised by the Huai'an people, at least they are still active in the world.

And not like the deer chirping.

When people in the world think of deer, there is only a lot of snow.

What's Behind the Snow?

Probably few people know.

Beitai didn't know it before, but now it does.

Behind the snow is a world that has no quarrel with the world, obscured by wind and snow.

The story of a thousand years ago, even if it was sorghum, at least resisted for a while.

Only Luming, this snow country, in the midst of no one's attention, silently became a part of the Gale Dynasty.

If Li Ah Sanquan had known, he would probably have to be angry to death.

Back then, in order to prevent himself from coveting yellow sorghum, he was directly entered by Naruto Shika, and he always kept hundreds of thousands of troops to guard the border of the snowfield.

Traversing a vast expanse of ice is of course extremely difficult.

What's more, it still has to be crossed by a large army.

The damage on the way will only be much higher than the battle damage.

This is also the reason why Li Asan sent troops several times at the beginning, but failed to really take Luming.

The limitations of the times made this emperor jump off the sword cliff without achieving anything.

Such a place, presumably quiet, as if it didn't exist.

At that time, there were monks of Ami Temple who walked all over the world and brought the news of the deer singing, and later after the Ami Temple was gone, there were few people in this snowy land.

......

Beitai watched quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "If Li Asan could have such a green armor to resist the cold back then, the story of the world may be different." ”

If Huai'an's expansion to the west would not have been stopped by the wind and snow, perhaps the demon lord would still be quietly doing his ritual book. The demon clan will not go south, and Kamigawa will only be a quiet little demon born in Qiushui.

It's a pity that the development of Daomen armor soldiers and the art of machine bracketing has improved, but it was only when he crossed the Youhuang Mountain Range that the armor rode the wind and jumped down from the high mountain of more than 2,000 zhang, which amazed the world.

Even so, it has to be mentioned.

In the process of crossing the Youhuang Mountain Range, the 200,000 troops were frozen to death and tens of thousands of people died.

So probably as Beitai said, if it is Qingjia, then everything will end differently.

Beiyuan said softly: "Of course the story is different, not only at the beginning, but also now. ”

When Beitai snatched the talisman from Ximen, the story was different.

This young master of the Northern University of Nanyi City stood there quietly, overlooking the depths of the wind and snow, gathering the entire extreme capital of the remnants of Luming, above the wind and snow, there was a magnificent color stained with the yellow mountains and the Styx, which was a warm and fascinated color that did not match the cold and silent world.

"Then start with the deer and start again. Wait until Huai'an is crumbling....."

Beitai stood on the bank of the Fengxue River with a sword, and said calmly: "I will go back." ”