"The first thing the people of Luming do when they get up every morning is to pray for the blessing of His Majesty on earth."

The young man carried his sword and walked very calmly on the palace wall, quietly looking at the snow that kept falling in the sky like the light of the polar night.

"I don't really understand such a thing. Why is such a majesty loved by the world? ”

The woman in the plain skirt folded her hands in front of her, stood quietly beside him, and said softly: "Because they are not the descendants of Beigu back then. ”

When Beitai heard such a thing again, he no longer had the same indignation as he had when he first told the story of the past with the boy under the umbrella, but his eyes stopped there calmly.

"Among the seven sons of the year, Zhu Han and Yilu both have descendants to survive....."

Bai He said softly: "It's not the seventh son, it's just Hangu Guan." ”

This is probably a question that the world cannot understand in any way - that is why His Majesty should be so harsh on such a family.

Maybe the person who wrote the pen doesn't know it for the time being, and hasn't figured it out yet.

There is always a price to pay for the nonsense that used to be slapped.

Beitai didn't say any more, quietly looking at the gorgeous sky dome of this country of wind and snow that seemed to be far away from the world.

There are three capitals in the world, Huaidu and Kyoto.

Probably such a snowy capital city far away in the depths of the wind and snow, or even close to the edge of the world, is often easily forgotten by the world.

So I also forgot that in this capital, there is also an emperor.

Lu Ming accompanied the emperor and returned to Nantian.

In fact, such a thing as returning to Nantian will not happen in Luming, even if it is in Huai'an, it is necessary to pass through Lingnan to see some such climate in spring, and sorghum is not uncommon.

It's just that this Emperor Luming took such a name.

Perhaps it is a kind of yearning for the beauty of spring, so that even if returning to the south is a climate that the south does not like to see, it can still become a reason for expectation.

I heard that there was once an emperor whose name was called Reverse Chunhan.

When 300,000 Qingjia passed through the wind and snow and landed at the head of the capital, His Majesty the Emperor may also know that the general trend is gone, so he did not continue to resist stubbornly, and simply surrendered.

Beitai thought that he would die later to apologize.

It was only when this young master of Nanyi City passed through the extreme capital and walked into the Luming Palace that he found that His Majesty, who was nearly seventy years old, was reciting scriptures in an ancient temple in the palace and praying for the blessing of Shenhe.

Beitai still remembers that he was silent for a long time.

He could not understand such a story.

The lame young man was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword and slash His Majesty, who looked pious and calm.

It's a pity that this young man is not a sword cultivator, when he first entered the Hanging Courtyard and was also assigned to the Witch Ghost Courtyard, so the sword he pulled out was not very stable, but he was constantly trembling - this became a joke in such a palace and temple.

Beiyuan pressed his sword down.

After all, His Majesty did not gamble on the blood of Lu Ming's people to fight to the death with 300,000 Qingjia, if he was killed like this, it would naturally not be a good thing for them.

Beitai silently put away his sword, and looked at the Emperor Lu Ming, who stood up and tidied up his clothes, and was speechless for a long time.

The latter looked at Beitai who came with a sword very calmly, and said very calmly.

"I've finished praying, you can do it."

Of course, Beitai didn't draw his sword again, but just looked at him silently for a long time, and then turned around and left the ancient temple in the palace.

The young man from the south said very calmly.

"You are not worthy to be Your Majesty...."

Beitai limped through the wind and snow.

"I'll come."

......

When Beitai came back to his senses, his shoulders were already covered with a lot of snow - perhaps it was the weight of the snow that woke up the young man, who was already a little lame.

The woman in the plain skirt next to her was also there, looking up at the wind and snow in the world with some distraction.

Kitatai swept some of the snow chips from her hair.

"What are you thinking?"

Bai He lowered his head, sighed softly, and said slowly: "I have to admit that Lu Ming's story has made my opinion of that majesty a little shaken. ”

Beitai's snow sweeping hand paused for a moment, and after a long time, he said calmly: "Why? ”

"The piety of such a snowy land is not unreasonable, although the world says that three people become tigers, but if 30 million people say this together, how can it be a rumor......

Bai He didn't continue.

Beitai withdrew his hand, holding the sword, which was actually useless except for crutches, and stood quietly on the palace wall.

"Maybe."

This young master of Nanyi City said lightly.

"But I have no reason to empathize with other people's emotions before I even tell my own story."

Beitai looked up at the east side of the world, and his tone was calm.

"Kamigawa may be good to the world."

The young man continued to limp over the palace walls.

"But he's not good for me."

"So Luming's story is what he deserves."

Bai He didn't say anything, just followed silently.

The world of Luming is probably always a little different from the world of Huai'an Huangliang.

The buildings here are always covered with very deep ancient snow and ice, so the houses here are probably built more porcelain.

Maybe not as beautiful as the green eaves and white walls in the world.

But nature can bring more security.

After all, no one wants to fall asleep and be buried by the snow.

From time to time, there are some pedestrians holding big umbrellas in the long street of the world, hurriedly walking on the street, because Hui Nantian did not resist too much, this city of wind and snow in the world has not been hit very hard, everything in the capital is still as usual, but there are more sad emotions.

Probably only the old man who was still in the temple and had taken off his imperial robe received a lot of criticism.

Naturally, it is difficult to say clearly whether something is right or wrong.

Even if it is Beitai, he can't think clearly about how he would choose if he was faced with the 300,000 green armor that came from the wind and snow.

It is important to know that this is a piece of armor that was once stationed outside the city of Nanyi to prevent rebellions in the south.

Huangliang is extremely fearful, let alone Luming, a place like a snowstorm.

The two of them walked for a long time before they stopped at the north side of Miyagi.

There was a Taoist waiting there, it was Jiang Zhuyu, who had met Jiang Shanxue in Xiyun Temple.

This Taoist who broke Beitai's leg and Nandao's leg in Nanyi City has already entered the path, but it is still a little difficult to emerge in the upper echelons of the world.

However, for such a Taoist, it is probably the best thing to follow Beitai quietly.

"Senior brother."

Bai He looked at Jiang Zhuyu and saluted.

Although the realm of this plain Dao skirt woman is much higher than Jiang Zhuyu, after all, this is an older Qingtian Dao senior brother who cultivated earlier.

Beitai also nodded slightly, and called out to Senior Brother with Bai He.

Jiang Zhuyu gave in slightly, and then looked at Beitai very seriously and said: "The enthronement has been roughly prepared, but it is just the matter of the emperor's robe.....

Beitai said calmly: "Just according to what I said before. ”

Jiang Zhuyu hesitated a little, and said softly: "There has never been a precedent in the world for using a Taoist robe as an emperor's robe. ”

Beitai just calmly turned his head to look at the wind and snow, and said softly: "There has never been, so it must not be?" ”

Before the empress of Huangliang ascended the throne, the world never thought that the person sitting on the throne of the emperor could be a woman.

Although the empress named Yan came from the idea of Lord Zuo Cheng trying to empty the imperial power, it is undeniable.

Such a story still has a great impact on the cognition of the world.

Jiang Zhuyu was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Naturally, there is nothing to do. I know that Your Majesty wants to use the Dao robe to prove something, but we are in Luming, but we have to consider that this was once the Wind and Snow Buddha Country, and Your Majesty's entry into the wind and snow with the Daomen Qingjia has already brought a lot of criticism in the territory of Luming, if we use the Dao robe as the emperor's robe....."

Beitai stood there silently, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Do you want me to become a monk first?" ”

Jiang Zhuyu naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to take such a sentence.

Not to mention the thousand-year-old story of the North Family in Nanyi City, that is, as the descendants of the seven sons of the Daomen, Hangu Guan Beigu, it is probably difficult for them to accept such a thing.

Bai He just stood there, looked at Jiang Zhuyu and said softly: "Senior brother, let's go first, let's think about this matter again." ”

Jiang Zhuyu nodded, walked through the wind and snow in a Taoist robe, and walked down the palace.

Beitai stood there for a long time, not saying anything.

Bai He looked at the wind and snow in the world together. That kind of gorgeous dream-like sky color, after looking at it for a long time, is actually becoming more and more ordinary - the people of Jidu face such a sky all the year round, maybe they will feel incredible when they go out of the snow country to see the world.

This Qingtian Dao woman looked at it for a long time, but as if she remembered something, she looked at the north platform and said softly: "In the wind and snow in the east not long ago, there seems to be something strange. ”

Beitai turned his head to look at the woman beside him, frowned and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Bai He also said with some hesitation: "There are Buddhist scriptures with vast voices, and there seems to be sword intent. Now there are some rumors faintly in the extreme capital, saying that the green armor is in the snow, and the Ami Temple is going to return to the world. ”

Beitai was silent for a long time, but after hearing the name Amiji, he also showed some solemn looks.

"Have you gone to see it?"

Bai He said softly: "No, that kind of sword intent is too strong, it may come from a certain eight-fold sword cultivator." Maybe it has something to do with the Human Sword Sect. ”

Beitai has stood on top of the Jidu Miyagi for a long time, overlooking the wind and snow.

"Let people come and see."

Bai He nodded.

"Okay."

.......

Chen He threw the Ming mayfly on the side of the road on the Wind and Snow Ancient Road, after all, this is a Southern Chu Spirit Witch, and he will not freeze to death for a while, and when the white-clothed monk comes back after picking up his ears, he will probably be taken away from here.

The young man was kind enough to leave him some rabbit fur.

Ming mayfly lay there and thanked Chen He very gratefully.

Chen He didn't care either, and pushed his Tianyan car to the mountain gate with great difficulty, Gaoshan Ancient Temple, of course Chen He couldn't push such a car up.

Of course, it is not that the car is too broken, and it is a bit ridiculous and generous to push it.

If this is the flying immortal of the prime minister, probably Chen He will also happily push it to the temple to have a look.

Nandequ was walking slowly under the path beside the bell tower in front of him.

Between such a wind-and-snow ancient temple, all the way up, it is all the meaning of the remnants of sword fire.

As for the black-robed sword cultivator who ignited the Divine Sea and turned into a sword light, he was gone. It's about the height of the day.

Chen He was amazed to keep up with the pace of Nandequ, where he looked at the many temples that were buried by the wind and snow.

Perhaps in that year, in the first thousand years of the birth of the Great Dao, such a place of wind and snow was indeed extremely prosperous, and the monks were weaving like a stream.

It is the so-called deer Ming 480 temple, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

When Chen He thought about it, his expression became strange.

Did you remember wrong?

But Chen He didn't care, of course, there was nothing wrong.

Even the boundless falling trees can be read under Xiao Xiao, and a branch of red apricot can be read out of the wall, let alone such a thing.

When Chen He came back to his senses, Nandequ had already gone up a long distance.

The ancient road of the mountain temple was covered with heavy snow, which made this sword cultivator who had just begun to slash the root of heaven and earth panting, but he didn't stop, just continued to go up along the sword marks between those temples.

Such a place of cultivation that has been silent for thousands of years, although those towers and temples still maintain the appearance of the past, but they have long been empty, standing in the heavy snow.

Personnel have metabolism, and exchanges have become ancient and modern.

The rise and fall of the world is, of course, inevitable.

Perhaps walking in such an ancient temple that was once prosperous but also dead and silent can make people see the traces of time more.

The two of them walked a long way before they stopped in front of a temple in front of a temple.

Nandequ leaned against the temple wall and panted constantly, quietly looking at this ancient temple in the world.

In fact, in it, there is nothing supernatural, just mountains, just temples, just the wind and snow that have not stopped for thousands of years.

If they hadn't walked on such an ancient road outside, perhaps even if they really stepped into it by chance, they wouldn't have thought that this was the Ami Temple that was as famous as the Mojian Cliff Hangu Temple.

In the face of time and history, everything is, of course, insignificant.

Nan Dequ couldn't help but think of such a high cliff in the East China Sea.

Perhaps in another thousand years, when the world can finally set foot on such a high cliff at will, it may also be full of disappointment.

"To live is to die."

Nandequ whispered there.

Chen He turned his head to look at the thirty-six-year-old man and asked strangely, "What did you say?" ”

Nan Dequ shook his head and said slowly: "It's nothing, it's just ....."

This sword cultivator sighed.

"Amiji may indeed be dead."

Or in Buddhist terms.

It should have passed away.

Chen He looked at the temples and halls in the snow with some embarrassment.

"Yes."

The two of them probably really thought so.

It's just that when they continued to go up, they finally saw a huge palace complex standing on the top of the wind and snow mountain, but they had to admit that Amiji Temple might not be dead yet.

This was what they could see from the black-robed sword cultivator who was leaning over his sword and walking towards the group of Buddha halls on the top of the mountain little by little in the wind and snow on the Buddha steps.

On the upward path of Buddhism, there is a very vivid line of blood.

Even if it was a Nande song, when I suddenly saw this scene in the wind and snow, I was a little moved.

Zhuang Baiyi's sword intent was full of scriptures, suppressing such a sword cultivator to the point of almost prostrate.

The ancient temple of Shanxue was empty, but it seemed that there were many voices of chanting, constantly coming from those wind and snow temples, falling towards such a sword cultivator.

Chen He stood in the wind and snow, looking at the sword cultivator who was quite high in the realm that was completely different from the two of them, and said with some suspicion: "So is Ami Temple dead or not?" ”

Nandequ found herself unable to answer such a question.

Just like he couldn't understand why Sword Cultivator couldn't cross such an ancient road unharmed, but Chen He's Tianyan car could.

After a moment of silence, Nandequ said something specious.

"Like death."

Tathagata. Such as death.

“......”

Chen He was silent.

Zhuang Baiyi held the sword, and walked towards the top of the wind and snow mountain with great difficulty, the Ruyuan Sword in his hand, the Ruyuan Sword that had easily broken the sword in Nandequ's hand before, but under the suppression at this time, it gradually had some curved arcs, and even faintly began to have cracks.

A sword cultivator with a high realm, a sword that has been cultivated for hundreds of years with sword intent, naturally cannot be fragile.

It's just that in the current story of the wind and snow, it does have the potential to break at any time.

Zhuang Baiyi's sword intent kept circulating, even so, that kind of Great Dao realm, under the suppression of this Buddha sound scripture, began to show signs of falling.

When this black-robed sword cultivator looked at his sword, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the story written by Chen He on the ancient road.

Yes.

It's mountaineering.

It's just that it's probably far from being as wanton and chic as he writes.

On the contrary, even if Zhuang Baiyi ignited the Shenhai, after crossing the mountain gate, it was suppressed. I have to be like the world, walking in this wind and snow with my hands and feet.

Or not as good as the world.

Of course, he knew that Nan Dequ and Chen He had also entered the Ami Temple.

Zhuang Baiyi didn't think about why they had to come in, even if he protected his body with sword intent, those scriptures were still deeply seared into his flesh and blood.

It is precisely because of this that in those winds and snows, there will be a line of extremely bright blood.

I don't know how long it took, but Nan Dequ and Chen He, who came first, had already walked in front of Zhuang Baiyi.

The thirty-six-year-old disciple of the Human Sword Sect looked deeply at Zhuang Baiyi, whose realm was constantly falling, and said softly.

"Senior brother, why bother?"

Zhuang Baiyi held a sword in one hand and a wind and snow Buddha step with the other, and took another step forward.

This black robe was filled with wind and snow, and the sharp edges and corners were also sad, and Jian Xiu just said word by word.

"Knowing you can't do it..... It's the romantic ..... of sword cultivation."

Zhuang Baiyi raised his head in blood and looked at Nandequ, who was silent.

"That's what you said, junior brother."