Inhuman's words came to an abrupt end.

But it made the emperor listen to it very inexplicably.

He knew about it.

But a Shangshu, the lives of the whole family are not as valuable as a single hair of his son.

He didn't know what this Cuiwei had to do with not having a daughter.

Inhuman smiled slightly, took out two flasks, and placed them in front of him.

The emperor looked at the two flasks and remembered the story just now, and was overjoyed!

The owner of the Yangchun noodle shop who poured water into Cuiwei's wine pot and then gave away books must be a genuine immortal!

And the alien in front of him is indeed the same as the immortal in the story, placing two wine jugs in front of him.

The two jugs were full of wine.

The emperor was about to open his mouth to ask, but he felt as if his throat was blocked by mud pills, and he couldn't breathe or speak.

After a short time, he was killed in front of the stranger.

The emperor thought to himself that one of them must be the source of wine, and the other must be the return of water.

Immediately, he impatiently picked up both bottles and drank them all.

The mouth is spicy.

Three days later, the court was in turmoil.

After the forty-three princes joined forces to depose the imperial brothers, there was a gap between each other, and the infighting continued.

The dynasty was completely overthrown four months and seven days later......

This hesitant hall, which had just been built and repaired, suddenly collapsed with the emperor's death......

Most of the people in the imperial city saw that it was the day, and there was a green rainbow, as fast as lightning, and it disappeared after crossing the imperial city.

The next day, the emperor rode the dragon and mourned the whole country.

She closed most of the door panels of the shop.

Only a small gap is left for the flue of the stove.

Then she found wine from the shop!

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The night after Cuiwei got the heaven-given fairy book, she slept in the Yangchun noodle shop.

It had been a long time since she had slept in such a warm, reassuring place.

Cuiwei drank an average amount of alcohol, perhaps because the previous tension had not completely subsided, and she drank a whole pot of spirits without any reaction.

As a rootless duckweed, Cuiwei always feels like a chrysalis in a cocoon.

Because of the existing life, it is inevitable to ask for a breakthrough, a certain way out.

Wine is a good thing.

It was something she wanted to drink tonight that she hadn't drunk all night.

In the warm shop, I drank a few sips of wine, but it was a bookstall with an abnormality all over my body.

Otherwise, it's no different from the hour.

The tone disappeared silently, it was better to be vigorous and earth-shattering.

Cui Wei didn't know how she fell asleep in the end.

However, breakthroughs and ways out require hardship and experience, painstaking and hard work to achieve.

Sometimes, even after this long process, the duckweed may not have yet taken root, and the pupa has not yet turned into a butterfly.

But as long as you are alive, you can only and must face all this.

When you hold the left, it has the right.

When the angry knock hits the right, it may be scurrying back and forth.

It's impossible to stay at the back of her head obediently like Cuiwei and not move at all.

But the back of her head hurts......

This was not caused by drunkenness.

The headache on the second day after getting drunk is like a small snake swimming around in the brain.

The drunkenness accumulated before surged up in an instant, and this drowning-like suffocation instantly made Cuiwei faint and fall backwards.

In such a fall, the back of the head naturally hit the ground first.

As a result, headaches on the second day are a very common occurrence.

But Cuiwei was indeed drunk.

When people are nervous, because a string in their hearts is always tight, they may be able to maintain clarity under the influence of alcohol.

But the passage of time will always make her slowly relax.

The next day, the dragon raised its head.

Winter is coming to an end, and when spring is beginning to emerge, although you can already see the tender green, it is not so warm.

At least that's what Cuiwei remembers.

It's just that she remembers that she had a deep dream......

She dreamed that she was still in Shangshu Mansion.

This day is the first day of February.

Superstitious people say that it is a bad thing to snow the day before the dragon raises its head......

They say that every piece of snow that falls is a dragon scale.

The snow fell the day before the dragon raised its head, indicating that the dragon could not raise its head this year.

What kind of memory there is, what kind of dream will be.

On this day, in Cuiwei's dream, the snow was still drifting.

And it's getting bigger and bigger.

But he also heard from his father's mouth that he was worried about this year's New Year.

This is not the northwest.

It snowed in February when spring returned, but it was a sign of a disaster year.

But he didn't know the cause and reason, and he angered the Heavenly Palace.

Attracted "three million jade dragons in the battle, and the scales and remnants of armor flew all over the sky." ”

Cuiwei didn't believe in any of this, though.

The ancient pine trees outside the city were covered with snowflakes, reflected in the sunset, but they glowed with pale pink, which made Cuiwei very happy.

When the wind blows, the snowflakes that have just fallen on the branches and are not yet stable are blown again, blowing into the boundless vastness.

Suddenly, Cuiwei saw a person.

This year, I don't know how many people will become displaced people due to lack of food and clothing, and they will die in other places.

Cuiwei didn't understand these words, and she ran out of the city in one go.

But the snow was still falling, and the earth was blank.

Although separated by a long distance.

Cuiwei could already see that this man's face, hands, and nose and mouth were all purple......

This is the color of frostbite.

A man dressed in black ran wild in the snow.

He soaked fast.

Not even the snowflakes could fall on him, but were swept aside by the air currents around him.

In addition to the sauce color of his exposed skin, Cuiwei also saw that his eyes were scarlet.

This is a sign that only appears after extreme exertion.

"How long has he been running like this?"

But the weather is not too cold at the moment, how can this person be frozen like this?

Wherever it snows, it is known that it is warmer than usual in the winter.

It is only after the snow has fallen that the cold is even more brutal.

A voice suddenly rang out.

Cuiwei was surprised by the voice.

She subconsciously raised her head and looked at the man in black.

Cuiwei thought to herself.

Strangely, the question that came to her mind in the dream was to get a reply.

"Three days and three nights!"

"I can't stop. ”

From this, Cuiwei confirmed that the source of the voice was the man in black.

At this moment, although he is still running wildly, he is constantly circling in circles.

His instincts told him that it was coming from him.

"Why don't you go down?"

Cuiwei asked.

The man in black said.

Cuiwei looked around, but saw nothing.

Cuiwei didn't know that in the heart of the man in black, there was also a snowy field.

"What's the point of just running like that?"

Cuiwei asked.

"As soon as I stop, he'll come out. ”

It is like falling snow between heaven and earth, the purest pure white.

If so, look closer.

You will find that the face, hands, nose and mouth of the man in white are all rosy.

In that snowfield, there was also a person who was running wildly like him.

At first glance, the only difference was that the man was dressed in white.

That kind of white is not the color that can be concocted by the dyeing workshop in the world.

But in the center of his circle, a fire was lit.

There was an iron shelf on the fire.

An iron chain fell from it, with a barb attached to the end.

It's a warm feeling.

It is only in the warmest room, by the fire, that the human body takes on such a color.

The man in white was also running in circles.

As the white eyes get thicker and thicker, the bottom of the iron will be densely covered with a layer of small bubbles.

These bubbles grow from small to large in the process of rising, and finally burst on the surface of the water.

The water in the iron is also tumbling due to the bursting of these bubbles.

On the barb hangs an open pot-like iron vessel.

When the snow fell into the iron vessel, it was immediately roasted by the fire below and turned into water.

When the water accumulates too much, white smoke will slowly rise.

In the small paper bag is the tea leaves.

The water is boiled and is used to make tea.

However, you need at least one cup to make tea.

The water is boiling!

The man in white saw that the water was boiling, and although his face did not change, he took out a small paper bag from his words as he ran.

After opening it, pour it all into your mouth.

That's true......

Tea inlet.

The man in white quickly ran to the iron and took a deep breath.

Or simply throw the tea leaves in this small paper bag and cook them in an iron vessel.

But the man in white poured the tea leaves into his mouth.

Could it be that he wants to use his mouth as a teacup?

Just when the man in white stopped to suck water.

The man in black also stopped.

"Why did you stop now?"

A sip of boiling water, and sucked into the final.

He shook his head as he looked at his cheeks.

It seems to make the tea run away faster.

"Then why don't you drink water?"

Cuiwei covered her mouth and said with a smile

"Because I'm too late!"

Cuiwei asked.

"He's drinking water. ”

The man in black said.

People are not beaten with iron, and no one can stand it.

What's more, it's already very powerful that he can hold on for these three days.

At this moment, the man in black suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.

The man in black looked at the two words, but he began to run wildly again.

Trivi finally knew why he was so exhausted......

In these three days and three nights, the time he stopped may have accumulated less than a cup of tea.

The pace of the feet also gradually slowed down.

The man in black stood up and patted the snow off his body.

He was very manic before, but he suddenly became expressionless.

His eyes darkened...... Remorse clutches the snow on the ground frantically......

The man in white was about to swallow the tea in his mouth, but the copper buckle suddenly shrank.

Then he raised his head brightly.

Cuiwei suddenly heard footsteps, creaking in the snow.

Falling snow is not the same as falling leaves,

Every step a person takes, the snow becomes more solid.

Cuiwei even saw a deep helplessness and unwillingness between his eyebrows.

But he did a great job of concealing it.

This feeling, even in a flash.

Cuiwei saw the man in black turn slightly sideways, as if he was waiting for something.

Then, a man emerged from the ground not far in front of him.

It was the man in white who ran in the heart of the man in black.

And the fallen leaves, no matter how much force they use, are always loose and scattered.

There were only two people here, Cuiwei and the man in black.

But where did the footsteps come from?

The man in white smiled and did not answer.

But in his hand he was carrying a handful of pitch black.

The black knife in the hand of the man in white, and the silver sword in the hand of the man in black.

"You're finally out anyway. ”

The man in black said.

At the same time, he drew a silver-white long sword.

The man in white waved his knife lightly.

Unhurried.

It is like the lady's maid who fanned her.

The magnificent impact of this scene made Cuiwei a little scared......

She hid behind a pine tree and wanted to go home.

But I couldn't stop the strange scene in front of me.

But the man in white can cut the same number of snowflakes with the same angle with each knife.

This wine has to be amazing!

The man in black breathed heavily.

But in such gentleness, Cuiwei saw that every time the man in white swung his knife, ten snowflakes stood diagonally.

From top right to bottom left, no exceptions.

The snow is full of snowflakes, and there is no pattern to be found.

"If the black knife can cut through the snow, your silver sword will naturally be able to break the ice!"

Cuiwei said a word to the gods.

But it caused the man in white to suddenly turn his gaze to the pine tree, and then fixed on Cuiwei......

Two streaks of white gas shot out of his nostrils, hidden in the wind and snow.

"The black knife cuts the snow, what should the silver sword cut?"

The man in black asked.

He did not have much hope, but he did find dozens of taels of silver, a key with gold trim, and a short knife of azure color.

Cuiwei pinned the short knife to her waist and put the key in her sleeve.

But the dozens of silver trucks were placed in his arms and held tightly......

The dream was here, but Cuiwei was awakened by the eyes of the man in white.

She didn't know what the dream meant...... Although it is thrilling in my heart, I still have a feeling of unfinished business......

Before Cuiwei left this Yangchun noodle shop, she searched for it.

No matter how bad it is, it can tear up pages and pages as a fire primer.

Cuiwei clearly remembered that any page of the book she opened yesterday was a long paragraph of difficult and obscure text.

But now when I open it, it becomes a painting.

But when she walked a dozen steps, it suddenly occurred to her that the book had fallen into the store.

Remembering the strangeness of reading yesterday, Cuiwei decided to go back and bring it.

Whether it works or not, it's at least a thing.

Cuiwei hurriedly took out the key he had placed in his sleeve earlier and compared it, and found that the ornament on it was exactly the same.

She hurriedly ran to the town and bought a horse.

Riding his horse, he rode according to the map, and ran towards the house.

Or rather, a map.

There is a house in the painting.

The upper left corner is marked with directions, and in the lower right corner is a key drawn.

The location of this house is not too far from the Yangchun noodle shop.

The house is all made of stone.

The typical Northwest style is difficult to see in the Central Plains.

I was full of joy to see what the house was storing when it was opened with this key.

When Cuiwei felt the house, she was hungry and thirsty......

Not only her, but also the horse under her crotch.

But it can resist even the earth moving.

But the stone that made the house was azure.

It was exactly the same color as the short knife on Cuiwei's waist.

There is a lot of stone in the northwest and little wood.

In addition, because of the strong wind and sand, rich families often choose to build houses with stones.

In the middle of each stone, a paste mixed with glutinous rice is glued.

After Cuiwei walked into the corridor, the strange book floated up, floating in the distance in front of her.

Seems to be a guide.

Then the pages of the book were reactionary and full of brilliance.

She took out the key, opened the door, and walked in, and saw that the door was connected to a long corridor.

What house in the world opens the door and sees a long corridor?

The house was apparently just a disguise, just to cover up the corridor within.

And when she opened her eyes and looked at the world again, it was also very different.

It's just that the word "heaven" is extremely difficult to understand the perfection......

Previously, Cuiwei felt that the sky refers to this world, this firmament, and is an objective existence that cannot be changed by man.

Suddenly, there were endless words pouring into Cuiwei's heart.

On the other hand, he stood in place for three days and nights before he digested the one-sided.

After coming back to her senses, Cuiwei had a trace of fairy energy in her gestures.

This technique is the true way, and this is the tool and medium that can "hold the heavens and look at the eyes", but there are five kinds of such mediums.

These five different media check and balance each other, restrain each other, but they can also give birth to each other and thrive. If you have insight and comprehension of these five media, you can be regarded as having truly mastered the "art" completely.

But when people want to use this "technique" to control all things, endless killing opportunities will occur.

But in the book, it is said that she should "hold on to the sky".

Heaven is nothing, but how can it be controlled?

This is where "art" comes in.

Regardless of it, if it encounters a heavenly killing machine, what can it do?

What Cuiwei understood before was a man-made disaster, and such a natural killing machine was a natural disaster.

How to deal with landslides and ground cracks, floods, insect plagues and dry lands, and wind and earth movements?

This murder was the beginning of all the turmoil.

Since ancient times, it has been governed after the great turmoil.

When the world is in turmoil and the eight directions do not keep it, there must be a change of dynasty and spirituality. However, this "technique" allows the practitioner to have a basis for constant coping in the midst of all changes. It's like human nature is clever and clumsy, but everyone has their own strengths. Take being good at it as a shield, develop your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, and be good at this "technique" in order to protect yourself.

But I want to continue the dream that I didn't finish last night.

Sure enough, this day was as people wished, and it really made him sit up the dream in a hurry.

She was still standing behind the pine trees.

Cuiwei thought about it, but she was exhausted and drowsy......

In the usual case, in such an unfamiliar environment, Cui Wei would not say anything to make her numbers good.

But now she was eager to sleep.

The man in black was short, and the sword light flew backwards against his scalp.

The trees and snow dozens of feet away stirred up a haze.

However, the sound of the branches breaking, Cuiwei heard it very clearly.

But the man in white had already taken his gaze back.

His backhand is a knife.

This time it's not as laid-back as before.

He still had the sword in his hand.

And the black knife in the hand of the man in white has disappeared.

"Where's his knife?"

This knife is so prestigious!

No wonder the man in black didn't dare to stop...... Don't dare to let this man in white come out.

The man in black straightened up again.

Cuiwei didn't give up, and then asked.

"He can only make one stab. ”

The man in black said slowly.

Cuiwei asked.

The man in black did not speak.

"Could it be that he just made that knife, but he also flew out with the knife in his hand?"

The man in black didn't give Cuiwei any explanation, and still said to himself.

This sentence can be regarded as an answer, or it can be regarded as a self-talk.

What exactly it means, but only the man in black himself knows.

"A knife? What kind of reason is this, and what kind of knife is it?"

Cuiwei asked puzzled......

"He can only make one sword, and I can only make one sword. ”

Between the lightning and flint, the killing went forward, reaching the throat of the man in white.

The speed at which the sword shuttled through the air was so fast that even the snow within three inches around the sword melted and turned into water, like the pearl of the South China Sea, and the tears of beauty fell to the ground one by one.

Scalded the ground that was already deep in snow and made a small hole for his brother.

"Don't miss this sword. ”

Cuiwei said.

As soon as the words fell, the man in black stabbed out with a sword.

But he pressed the hilt of the sword with great difficulty, and even did not hesitate to use two hands.

But the man in white had an Adam's apple, as if it had been poured with iron...... But it doesn't move!

Cuiwei clearly saw that the man in black was full of strength, and pressed the silver sword in his hand out of an arc!

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to irritate the throat of the man in white, the man in white measured his body.

With his Adam's apple, he pressed against the blade of the sword from the side, and his steps shifted, moving towards the man in black.

The man in black was shocked when he saw this!

Then he faced the direction of the man in white and fell backwards.

The distance between the two is always only half a sword

The man in black looked at the side face of the man in white.

But there was still nothing to resist the man in white who could resist the Lord.

Seeing is not enough!

The man in black must have his feet under his feet, and his figure suddenly froze.

Just as Cuiwei's eyes widened, the man in white suddenly smiled.

A smile is meant to give warmth and comfort......

But the smile of the man in white made the air suddenly much colder.

And the man in white was facing Cuiwei with a straight face.

Cuiwei had never seen such a wonderful martial arts, and she didn't know what kind of love and hatred these two people had.

I don't even know if I should call it a "human" or not......

Except for the eyes that can still move and the mind can think, the rest of the body is condensed in place as if it has been filled with lead.

"What's wrong with me?"

Cuiwei asked anxiously in her heart.

Cuiwei's long, curled eyelashes were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

So much so that it was very difficult for her to blink.

I wanted to use my hands to clean the hoarfrost on my eyelashes, but no matter what I did, I couldn't lift my arms.

But he was too busy to take care of himself, where could he still care about answering Cuiwei's question?

It wasn't until the man in black pushed farther and farther away, and the man in white turned his gaze to the other side, and after being blocked by the pine tree, Cuiwei's stiff body slowly recovered and upgraded.

Cuiwei leaned against the tree, gasping for breath.

She's found that as long as it's within this space.

Whether he said it or just thought about it in his heart, the man in black could hear it.

But this time, the man in black didn't give any response.

Although he was extremely flustered, he still did not want to leave.

After resting against the tree for a moment, he struggled forward.

She wanted to see the outcome of the battle between black and white.

I also want to find out whether these two people were conceived by incarnation, and they are so different!