There are seven gates in northern Xinjiang, one door and one woman, which is for the inspection envoy.

And Xuanwu's patrol envoy is the night Weiyang.

One of the seven palaces, "Weiyang Palace", is not young.

The wilderness to the west of Los Angeles is thick, and at this time, thousands of miles of withered yellow turned into a thin white snow, and the chariots and horses crushed it, silent in the wind and snow.

Inside the carriage, the woman in Tsing Yi gently teased the clouds and mist, the blue ash on the tombstone on the side of the road, and the prying eyes of the gods in the four directions.

She did what everyone dared to do, and she ignored all the things that Tianjiao ignored.

She was there, standing behind the nine horses, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, her green clothes were dyed with snow, her hair was flying, her expression was cold, cold like a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years, cold like the icicles in the northern polar regions, the pervasive cold was better than the winter snow around her, the cold entered the heart, the cold entered the bone marrow, sealed everything, and sealed everything chilblains.

She is the cold, she is the source of ice.

She is Ye Weiyang, the saint and inspector of the original Seven Gates of Northern Xinjiang, who was airborne in Weiyang Palace for ten years a month ago.

She is the head of the seven peerless generations, the peerless to the chief of Tianjiao, and the peerless to deserve it!

The girl stood upright, unmoved by everything in the world, as if all gains and losses were expected.

In the past, the news of the seven peerless generations was released by Beidou, they should be in the stars, and the remaining six attacks were scattered in the hidden places of the four corners of the mainland, and Ye Weiyang was born in the garden.

The garden of righteousness.

Ten years, the transaction has never stopped, in order to luck Weiyang Palace to give the name of the palace, crazy posture shocked the Quartet, but even so the rest of the forty-seven forces still refused to give up, the previous year the position of heaven wavered, the forty-seven forces for it to send seven main forces, more than 400 lobbyists, the fierce competition is far more fierce than Xuan Chan, but when the balance of chips is tilted, the master secretly trades, the woman in green clothes is wearing a light veil hidden in the wind and snow, scattering the flashy cage in front of her, a glance, defeated many constraints, choose Weiyang Palace.

She is not only the Heavenly Pride, her great strength and the protection of the heavens make her combat power close to the master, and her premature death is more difficult than nothing, and she is one of the four great terrifying existences in the Southern Regions today.

Now, she is in Xuanwu.

Her intention is difficult to say, but it is clear, and there is no difference between Xuanyuan and Xuanchan.

But no one dared to stop him.

And no one can stop it!

The girl stared into the distance, and the lines on the thin light clothes were complex and deep, interwoven by spider silk.

This robe was born to her, nameless, but it has had a name since it attained enlightenment:

Trumpet Spider Feather.

The woman gently held the frost and snow in the sky and painted the sky with ice cubes.

The snow spreads out, and the pen is colorful.

The cold wind blew the curtains, and the ink-robed scholar curled up on the carriage and horse seats, his eyebrows entangled, shivering from the cold, sitting up, and smiling gloomily.

Frozen to death.

It was cold to death if she was an inch closer.

What the hell, this kind of coldness has not been used to for ten years, and it has not been used to it for thousands of years!

The scholar curled up in the corner of the carriage, shrunk into a ball and looked at the woman in Tsing Yi who was painting with a pen outside, smiling warmly.

It's really good-looking.

It's good to see, I don't feel cold anymore.

The young man's expression was gloomy, and then he got up and jumped around, shaking off the frost and snow on his body.

The stunning woman in the blue light gauze has not been seen by her side all the year round, and he is the only one who can continue to accompany him because of the long contact time.

He knows.

The scholar stretched stiffly, the cold qi of the spider feather is a weapon, even Tianjiao can only check and balance, not to mention that he is not a genius.

The young man sighed secretly, wrapped in an ink robe and looked at the snow outside the window.

All things in the world are pregnant, those who come out are heroes, those who climb the heavenly palace are heroes, those who are protected by the earth are geniuses, the weather is sheltered by the sky, and the stars are blessed by the stars.

Too far, too far too far.

It's so far away that you can't see your back.

He often wonders, why is it that there are so many peerless generations, but fate can't mention that he is proud of the sky?

is not even Tianjiao, how can he leave a name in history and get the title of a teenager?

Shou Yuan is seventeen, the Tao is not five constants, neither can be famous, but also can not be chivalrous, die in her hands, and is not proud of himself.

The ink-robed scholar closed his eyes and pondered, at this moment, warm.

Looking back at the night, the nine horses stopped, and the wind and snow were stranded.

He didn't want to live anymore.

Can you save yourself......

The girl stopped, and not far away came a brocade dress, carrying a gun, and hanging a child.

"The girl on the other side, I can make a deal with you, what do you think?" the young man smiled lightly, in a brocade robe, handsome.

"Don't give. "Tsing Yi turned around, Bingling descended," bring it. ”

"Look at what you say, you have no conscience. Yi Whale took four steps forward, his spear clenched, "You reminded me of the white clothes in the Southern Heaven Realm, she was also born so terrifying, perfect, you must know who she is, look, this tone is exactly the same." ”

The young man stopped, the woman opposite seemed to be smiling, and he didn't know what to remember, so he restrained his might, "It's you." You might need to go home, though. ”

"Your face is given, you don't need face, you feel free. The young man smiled, "If you only have seven spider silks, you can restore it, and you can give you all the things you have spent time on your mind now." Now that you've learned about someone's suffering, it's time to cooperate, right?"

"Green umbrellas. The girl said lightly, the young man's expression on the other side changed suddenly, fierce and terrifying, his blood-colored eyes were staring, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his voice was low: "Ye Weiyang, I gave you face." If you have to make an inch, I will die with you—— don't force me. ”

The wind and snow wrinkled, the sky and the earth were white, and the girl was dressed in a light gauze butterfly dance, which was picturesque, like a painting condensed by the blood of the gods.

She smiled, the earth rejuvenated, and a hundred flowers bloomed.

But the brocade-clothed young man on the other side was dismissive.

"I agreed to the deal. ”

"You don't deserve it. The young man stepped forward with a gun, and without many words, the deal fell in an instant.

With blood in the wind, the brocade-clothed young man dragged the remnants away, and the girl behind him breathed and looked at a green umbrella at the cloud luan behind him.

"He's still a teenager. ”

This sound, Jinyi didn't answer, the green umbrella didn't answer, the girl in white after the green umbrella hesitated to speak, looking at the peerless woman in front of her who was dressed in Shu brocade, her heart was slightly blocked, and her mouth was slightly open, as if she was recalling the sound and smile in her memory, with slight pain, and said with compassion: "Qingwan said, she is waiting for you in Jiuqin, can you still go." ”

The wind blows, the stones roll down, and the smoke and dust are filled.

The green umbrella turned around, and the brocade was swaying.

This one is answered with silence, answered, and never returned.

Answered, the heart was as dead as ashes.

The boy was already dead, dead on an isolated island.

Does he who lives after that count?

No matter how much blood flows, it's not him, not a teenager.

The girl in white sighed lightly, sighed lightly with rouge eyes, sighed lightly with red lips, and the two lines of tears on the sleeves of the green shirt were not wiped.

He is gone, like a green umbrella, perhaps, it is also difficult to return.

The spear stood in the wind and snow, and on that isolated island, a flower bloomed, a brocade robe, and a war robe.

Now the battle robe is old, and it has been replaced with a bamboo green robe.

The teenager sat at the desk and watched the window and drank medicine.

But I always feel that something is missing.

Wuzi was frozen into a lobster in the frost and snow.

The frost and tears are hard to wipe.