After coughing for several days, Chen He finally got better.

Nandequ felt that the radishes he stewed were indispensable.

It's just that Chen He is getting better, but Nandequ seems to have a fever again.

This sword cultivator has been a world in Nanyi City for more than 20 years, and he has never caught a cold, until that day when he watched Chen He get out of the big quilt and go out with the stove to watch the excitement outside the door, he suddenly felt a little sore.

Only then did Nan Dequ realize that he had also caught a cold.

It turns out that no matter how much a cultivator pretends to be like a world, he will not be a worldly person after all.

Nandequ seems to have been a little slow to comprehend such a truth.

When Chen He turned around, he saw that Nan Dequ had already gotten into the big quilt, just like himself, huddled in front of the stove and roasting the fire, sweating.

This made Chen He stunned for a while, until he heard Nandequ coughing like him, and then he realized that Nandequ also had a cold.

But probably the perseverance of the sword cultivator is a little tougher.

Although Nandequ caught a cold, after a while of roasting fire, he still insisted and wanted to go to the palace outside Jidu to have a look.

After all, according to the news I heard a few days ago, probably today, Beitai will ascend the throne as the emperor in the extreme capital wind and snow Chengtiantai, and then wave the northern expedition to Huaidu - even Chen He and Nandequ, they have heard some movements in Huai'an, the rebellion in the south, and the matter of Huangliang, which has led to the distribution of troops in the entire Huai'an, and the whole is tilting towards the south.

Although Chen He was a little worried about Nan Dequ's appearance wrapped in a big quilt, whether he would faint when he walked on the road, he just looked at the man coughing and insisting on holding on to the wall to go out, Chen He didn't say anything more, boiled a big pot of ginger soup in front of the stove, and then put on a hat and ear covering, and then helped Nan Dequ out of the door.

This former human sword cultivator has probably indeed burned into delirium, and when he was supported by Chen He and walked on the road, he was still shaking his head and humming You are always so so indifferent.

Chen He was confused.

"What are you singing?"

"I miss my sword that fell at the foot of Mount Amiji."

Of course, it doesn't have to be a person, it can be a car, or a sword.

Chen He said melancholy: "At that time, I asked you to pick it up, but you didn't pick it up." ”

"How did I know I would regret it so much in the future?"

Chen He was silent.

The entire Jidu people were walking in the wind and snow, probably to see the excitement.

The long streets were extremely crowded, like a frozen river, which was obviously blocked and difficult to navigate, but the water upstream was still gushing, so it rolled countless ice slags and made a loud noise through the river.

Chen He sometimes felt like they were going to the temple to pray for Kamigawa.

It's just that there is no pious look on the faces of those people in the extreme capital, most of them are sneering.

I probably wanted to see the joke of that young emperor.

In contrast, the novelty on Chen He's face, and the blush and confusion on Nandequ's face, seemed extremely abrupt.

Chen He felt that this didn't seem good, so he also bared his teeth and sneered.

Laughing and laughing, he felt his hands reach into his neck.

Chen He shrank his neck in fright, turned his head to look, and saw Nan Dequ being there very seriously.

"What are you doing?"

Nan Dequ thought for a while and said, "Help you dig out the ice slag." ”

“？”

Seeing that Chen He was a little incomprehensible, Nan Dequ coughed twice, retracted his hand, and pointed to the eaves with ice skates hanging above the heads of the two.

"Didn't an ice skate fall into your neck? Otherwise, why is your expression so hideous? ”

“.....”

It's a pity that Nandequ is not a cute thirty-six-year-old woman with a cold, but a man.

Otherwise, this scene will probably be interesting.

Chen He thought with some regret.

So what was the reason why Chen Caomu came out of those love stories without hesitation?

Chen He sighed.

"You've always been so, so, so cold."

Chen He also hummed a tune.

Although he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Like that back then—I was a silent passer-by basking in the sun against the wall.

Or maybe the woman's flowers swayed in the red dust.

And so on and so forth.

Chen He doesn't remember anything, but he can sing.

He sometimes sings something that he doesn't understand, such as something - the sects and sects all take the sentence Deng Lei prone basin, which seems to be wrong and wrong, how stable it is.

But probably now, Chen He still prefers this song, so he hugged Nande and hummed while walking.

"How lonely I am."

......

The Wind and Snow Bearing Terrace is to the west of the Imperial Palace, somewhere on the top of the Wind and Snow Mountain that is very close to the west pole of the world.

For such a country of wind and snow, one of the things that the emperors of thousands of years must do in their lives is to be enthroned on the Chengtian platform.

The people of the entire capital came here in that kind of wind and snow misty, but also magnificent and gorgeous tones, stepping on the thick snow.

Those green armors had already surrounded the entire snow-capped mountain, leaving only a wide ice and snow staircase heading towards the top of the mountain.

From there, the North Terrace will probably climb up little by little.

Then from the hands of the emperor called the inverted spring cold, he took over the symbol of imperial power belonging to this country of wind and snow - it was a scepter with an ice and snow lotus on its top.

Chen He gathered at the edge of the crowd, craned his neck over the wind and snow and the dense crowd of human heads in front of him, trying to see if Beitai had appeared at the foot of the mountain.

It's a pity that there are crowds, but Chen He didn't see anything.

On the contrary, he was clamoring to see Nandequ, who had ascended the throne in Beitai, but he was quietly leaning against the eaves pillar of a street somewhere in the west of the city, looking at this young man who was there to probe his brain.

It took a long time for Chen He to see Nan Dequ's extremely strange behavior, and subconsciously touched his face.

"I don't have peach blossoms on my face, what are you staring at me?"

Nan Dequ listened to Chen He's question, but turned his head, looked at the wind and snow in the world, smiled softly, and lowered his head and coughed violently.

"Because I find that it's the first time I've seen your face."

Nandequ coughed and spoke intermittently.

Chen He was stunned for a moment, looked at Nandequ, who was wrapped in a big quilt and coughed like an obese stick insect against the pillar, and said strangely: "Can't you see my face clearly in the past?" ”

Nandequ coughed for a long time, stood up straight, squinted at Chen He, and then said softly: "I can see clearly, but sometimes there is always a very strange feeling.....

Nan Dequ frowned as he spoke, stretched out his hand to tickle it, but unfortunately he probably couldn't scratch the position, so the more he scratched, the more uncomfortable it became, but Nan Dequ's eyes lit up.

"That's it."

Chen He looked at the thirty-six-year-old man suspiciously.

"Which one?"

"Tickle."

“......”

Maybe it's the itching of the boots.

Maybe it's the itching through the flesh.

There are some things that are probably really difficult to describe.

So the person who sees fate can only sit on the bow of the boat, hold the corner of his clothes, stretch out his hand in the wind, and say, look, this is our simple description of the embodiment of fate.

So Nandequ said, I seem to see your face clearly.

This sword cultivator added at the end.

"You seem to be really stepping on the earth."

Nandequ didn't know why it felt this way.

Maybe it's because this young man caught a cold some time ago, and his big snot was hula-la-la.

Chen He turned his head and said with a soft smile: "Am I not stepping on the earth in a down-to-earth manner, am I still stepping on the sky?" ”

Nandequ shrugged his shoulders, sneezed, and didn't say anything.

......

The forgotten Zhuang Baiyi didn't know when he woke up, leaned against the door of the small courtyard, and quietly watched the wind and snow that suddenly quieted down.

The people of Jidu all went to the west, so even the wind and snow fell a little.

A Taoist walked over silently in the snow.

This Taoist named Jiang Zhuyu, who broke Beitai's leg and also broke Nandao's leg, should have appeared on the west side of the city, watching the young man who was pushed here by them to be the emperor of this country of wind and snow.

It's just that for some reason, he didn't go there, but came here to look at the man who was picked up by Beitai from the mountain wind and snow.

"You look a little melancholy."

Jiang Zhuyu stopped in front of the courtyard, looked up at the lantern with ice skates hanging in the wind and snow, and looked down at this sword cultivator who was in a very high realm, but now it was a sword cultivator who was haunted by the sound of Buddha.

Amiji Temple has been dead for nearly a thousand years.

It's just that after all, it was one of the four major cultivation places in the past, and it was an existence as famous as the Hangu Guanmo Sword Cliff.

In the process of forcibly ascending, Zhuang Baiyi naturally suffered a very heavy injury.

This sword cultivator held the sword like an abyss, sat at the gate of the courtyard and coughed softly, glanced at the Taoist, and then turned his head to look at the wind and snow, to be precise, it was the long snow-covered street with only footprints.

"I was suddenly a little worried that things were getting out of hand."

Zhuang Baiyi coughed, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and said very softly.

Jiang Zhuyu raised her eyebrows and said slowly, "Why do you think so?" ”

Zhuang Baiyi held his sword and was silent with his head down.

It took a long time before he said slowly: "People like us sometimes admire such an Emperor Huai'an. ”

Jiang Zhuyu naturally understood who Emperor Huai'an was that Zhuang Baiyi was talking about.

Of course, it's not Shenhe, it's not Li Asan, it's Huai Emperor Ji Wuxu, the second disciple of the former cliff master Nanyi.

After Tsing Yi left the world, he single-handedly suppressed the entire world and opened the door of the River Styx for the first time.

Zhuang Baiyi said with a sigh.

"Floating geometry, don't dare to go unless you die, don't dare to come unless you die. Emperor Huai's words, perhaps in another thousand years, when they are talked about by the world, will still carry all kinds of heroic and generous emotions. ”

Jiang Zhuyu said softly, "Yes." ”

"But I was suddenly a little scared."

Zhuang Baiyi took a deep breath and said word by word.

"I'm a little afraid that this world will really become what Emperor Huai thinks, as long as the world is in the world, don't be crowded."

Jiang Zhuyu looked back at the extremely lonely wind and snow in the long street where she came, but she understood why Zhuang Baiyi suddenly said such a thing.

People like them may act decisively.

But it doesn't mean that you can really not be disturbed by external objects.

Looking at the prosperity of the world like fire, watching the overlapping green mountains and the rivers flowing, I will also feel warm emotions with emotion.

is not happy with things or sad with oneself, and nature is just a description of the ultimate in goodness like water.

Jiang Zhuyu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Actually, everyone is afraid. But some stories begin like lighting a torch in the miscanthus grass in autumn, and after it is burned, there is no turning back. ”

In today's world, outside of this land of deer and snow, it is naturally autumn.

Taoists don't talk about heroism, but only about necessity.

Both of them sometimes look like some raging flames. Whether it's the glyphs, or the meaning they represent.

As he described, it was a fire in the autumn miscanthus grass.

When it burns, not only the world, but also the people who light the fire, will also despair.

Zhuang Baiyi didn't say anything, just quietly leaned on his sword and sat there, looking at the snow everywhere.

It took a long time before the sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect more than four hundred years ago raised his head again, looked at Jiang Zhuyu and said, "The story of Beitai, how much pity do you have?" ”

Jiang Zhuyu was silent, and after a long time, she said softly: "Three points." Only three points, no more. Any more, and we ourselves will be shaken. ”

After all, as far as what Zhuang Baiyi and other cultivators with a high realm have done, Jiang Zhuyu has always stepped on the human world.

300,000 green armor, to put it mildly, is naturally always the power of the world.

It doesn't belong to those high-level combat forces.

They may be able to destroy a country like Luming, or they may be able to besiege and kill a great monk in white.

But they don't have the power to destroy the human world.

Zhuang Baiyi was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "That's true. ”

Jiang Zhuyu restrained her expression, looked at Zhuang Baiyi and said, "Beitai ascended the throne today, do you want to go and see it?" ”

Zhuang Baiyi said calmly: "I won't go to watch it." I'm going to prepare something. ”

Jiang Zhuyu nodded, turned around and walked in the direction where she came, and was about to leave this misty wind and snow horizon, when the Taoist suddenly turned around and looked at Zhuang Baiyi very seriously confirmed.

"Amiji is really dead?"

Zhuang Baiyi said calmly: "If it doesn't die, then it should be me." ”

With such a dignified attitude, such a sword cultivator opened the mountain gate with a sword and went to the Fengxue Ancient Temple.

If there was really a lineage in Ami Temple, it would naturally be impossible for him to come out.

Jiang Zhuyu didn't ask anything more.

The story of Luming is naturally very simple.

This is a simple place that has no quarrel with the world.

It is nothing more than a monk, a temple, and an ancient snow capital.

After the Daoist of the Qingtian Dao left, Zhuang Baiyi sat there for a long time, and then looked down at the sword in his hand, and the sword body began to roar softly again.

There are some invisible restraints on this sword cultivator's body.

That's what remains on him after he ascended to Ami-ji Temple.

Circle by circle, trapping this sword cultivator there.

It's just that with the light sound of the sword of the abyss, those restraints seem to be being severed.

So the sound of the sword is even more crisp.

However, Zhuang Baiyi looked at his sword, reached out to his lips, and sighed lightly.

"Be quiet, Ruyuan."

"That monk, his ears are very smart."

So the sound of the sword gradually deepened.

Jian Xiu, who was named white, but was wearing a black robe, stood up with his sword on his hand, and walked slowly in the wind and snow, and in the entire long street of wind and snow, there was a sound of something breaking through.

Jian Xiu quietly left the Jidu Long Street, and walked to the southwest in the wind and snow, as if he was going to the most edge of the world.

Although the deer chirps in the world, there are few sounds.

But such a place has characteristics that Huai'an and Huangliang do not have.

That is, it is really close to the human border.

and it was in the capital to the west.

In the middle of the snowy fields at the end of the endless aurora.

Therefore, people in the world sometimes say to look at the East China Sea and look at the endless deep ocean, but few people will say to look at the west of Luming.

There was a lot of wind there.

So there are some voices that are sometimes difficult for the world to hear.

......

There's no denying it.

When Beitai wore a Taoist robe, held Bai He's hand, walked out of the wind and snow, and walked in the world's vision, it brought an extremely noisy sound.

Even Chen He, even Nandequ, felt that this young man was a little crazy.

Obviously, he didn't slaughter the city, and he didn't do anything that was very angry with people and gods.

But this scene still makes the world feel similar.

Nande Qu looked over there in a daze for a long time, and his head, which was a little muddy because of the cold, became much more sober under this agitation.

It took a long time for the thirty-six-year-old man to say softly: "Beitai has done everything perfectly." ”

Obviously, he was just wearing a Taoist robe.

But it has won such a high evaluation as Nande Qu.

As Jiang Zhuyu said at the beginning, wearing a robe and ascending the throne is a great provocation for such a country of wind and snow and for His Majesty in Huaidu.

Chen He was very amazed to watch the young man who walked smoothly through the world with his head held high in the wind and snow, and went in the direction of the wind and snow rooftop, and said softly: "Maybe this is the teenager's own juvenile madness?" ”

Nan Dequ looked back at Chen He strangely, because he always felt as if Chen He was singing and saying such a sentence.

It was only soon that the look of amazement on Chen He's face disappeared, and in its place was a great anger.

The young man jumped up and scolded at the young master of the North University of Nanyi Chengbei who had finally begun to climb the long steps of those mountain paths.

"Fuck it, Lao Tzu's Tianyan Che!"

Previously, when Beitai held his head high and walked through the sea of people in a Taoist robe, Chen He hadn't figured out why this crippled man walked so steadily today.

Until he began to climb the snow-capped mountains.

Chen He finally discovered that Beitai and Baihe were standing in the Tianyan car.

Before Nandequ, who was wrapped in a big quilt, could react, Chen He had already struggled forward to squeeze away from the crowd.

"Beitai, you bastard, give me back my car!"

The wind and snow in the world are mighty, and the tips of the world's noses are blown by the cold wind and snow in the middle of the ice and snow.

Such a shout among hundreds of thousands of people should not have been heard by Beitai.

It's just that such a young man seemed to hear it, standing on the Tianyan car, and turned around very suddenly.

......

Kitadai did hear it.

Maybe there was an extremely short pause because of the wind and snow at that moment, or maybe it was just right, that sentence was not suppressed by the breath and wind of the people of Jidu, and floated in front of Beitai.

The young man silently looked at the small person jumping up and down in the long street for a long time, and then turned his head.

This was meant to be mine.

The young master of Nanyi Chengbei said softly.