White robes flutter in the snow.

The sword qi cut through the clouds, and the stars and the moon gratefully sprinkled the light down and projected it on Mo Jun's body.

Behind Mo Jun, a full moon appeared, and above his head, there were stars in the sky.

He held the sword in both hands, bowed slightly, and was ready to attack.

His figure is like the chivalrous man in the book, the immortal in the poem, and the god in the painting.

For this sword, he prepared for a year.

In this year, stepping on the snow stood quietly on the top of the cliff, and the Tianxin Sect was under the sword, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and the heaven and earth glowed.

The sword has a spirit, the meaning lasts forever, and the snow cuts the heart of the sky.

In this year, Mo Jun didn't practice martial arts, didn't practice swords, he kept his aura in his body, and buried his sword intent deep in his heart, just to arouse his most fiery battle intent, just for this last moment of shock.

The glimpse of the east gate made Mo Jun unable to let go, and let his sword intent reach its peak.

People have spirits, their thoughts are indestructible, and the white robe cuts Taiji.

And at this moment, the sword of man is one.

The wind was howling, the flowers were fluttering, and gradually lost Liu Qianzhong's eyes and swallowed his god.

In a trance, he saw Mo Jun take out a sword, but he couldn't see the sword clearly.

This sword, swallowing the moonlight, absorbing the starlight, exudes a murderous intent in the sky.

This sword swallows mountains and rivers and looks at the world.

It can turn over the river and pour the sea;

Open the heavens and open the earth;

It can ride the wind and break the waves;

Pick the stars, cut the moon.

This sword is all-encompassing and varied.

The sword comes out, and the wind rises;

The sword is raised, and there are clouds;

The sword splits, and there is thunder;

The sword is harvested, and the snow falls.

Snow...... Yanagi Chiju saw the snow all over the sky.

This snow reminded him of the rare heavy snow in Yangzhou that year.

That year, Liu Wanli was twelve years old, Liu Qianzhong was ten years old, and their third brother had just been born not long ago, and he couldn't walk yet.

A little girl surnamed Gong from the next door helped him weave a bamboo basket, and Liu Qianzhong put his third brother in this bamboo basket and carried it all day long.

This little girl from the palace family is called Gong Qiang, she is smart, playful and cute, Liu Wanli and Liu Qianzhong secretly like her.

Their home is in a small mountain village on the border between Yangzhou and Wudi, and their parents died young, leaving them with a large debt. The three brothers relied on each other for their lives, relying on hunting some wild animals, cutting some firewood, planting some vegetables and fruits and selling them for money.

That year, the Great Zhou Dynasty had not yet been unified, the world was in turmoil, and the people were struggling to make a living.

That winter, it snowed heavily, a rare occurrence in a century.

The whole mountain is covered with a layer of white, white glares.

Heavy snow blocked the mountain roads, froze the crops, and took refuge in the wild.

People live on what little food they have stored at home, but they don't have enough to eat. It was freezing cold, and countless people died.

Gong Qiang was the daughter of the landlord's family, and the family was quite wealthy, so she secretly took some bread and gave them some bread.

Liu Wanli insisted no, they were poor boys in debt, and she was the daughter of a rich family. Once discovered, it will be forgotten if her three brothers are killed, anyway, she will be killed, but she will also be affected.

Liu Qianzhong held his younger brother in his arms, snorted, shrunk on the kang and smiled at Gong Qiang, saying that they could hold on. It's just that his smile is very stiff, and his little face is so cold that he can't even make an expression.

Gong Qiang also smiled at him, laughing and saying that if they didn't take it, they would all fall down.

Liu Qianzhong felt that this was the most beautiful and cutest smile he had ever seen.

Gong Qiang stuffed them with the basket of bread, steamed buns, and some mustard greens, and then left, telling them not to tell anyone else when they left.

The basket was steaming and fragrant, and it was very tempting.

Liu Wanli asked them to eat first, saying that they were not hungry, and then said that they could not take other people's things for nothing, so they planned to go to the mountains to chop some firewood and find some game to return to her.

Liu Qianzhong felt that his eldest brother was crazy, and going out at this time was no different from looking for death.

But Liu Wanli is a stubborn person, and what he believes must be done, and no one can stop him. So he went out in a ragged coat full of patches, and broke into the snow.

Ryu Chi-ju decides to go to Gong Qiang, and only she can stop him at this time.

The younger brother can't be left behind, this little guy can't eat on his own, he has to carry it on his back, but he can't freeze. Liu Qianzhong wrapped him in a few layers, looked at his red little face, felt that it was not enough, and took off his clothes again and covered him.

Then Liu Qianzhong faced the high wall of the palace family and made a difficulty.

If you knock on the door from the front, you will definitely not be able to enter, you can only climb the wall. The walls of the palace house are very high, covered with snow, and they are still very slippery. Fortunately, he knew where the courtyard where Gong Qiang lived.

In normal times, Liu Qianzhong casually flipped in, but now his hands and feet are stiff, and after trying a few times, he fell with a blue nose and swollen face, and he wanted to cry in pain.

But the younger brother cried first, and Liu Qianzhong was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his mouth.

However, Gong Qiang's voice came from across the wall, and she apparently heard the cry.

Liu Qianzhong smiled, and this method?

Then he told Gong Qiang about his eldest brother, and Gong Qiang angrily scolded the two of them for being stupid, and then sneaked out and pulled Liu Qianzhong to find Liu Wanli.

Liu Qianzhong's heart was ape for a while, and Gong Qiang's hands were red, very crispy, and very soft.

It's just that the snow covers the mountain, and the footprints that have just walked have disappeared in a blink of an eye. The mountain is so big, how can I find someone?

Gong Qiang said with a look on her face that they have fate, and if they have fate, they can naturally meet, but fortunately, that idiot hasn't gone far yet, and after finding it, he must beat him up and drag him back.

Liu Qianzhong felt that she was very unreliable, so he decided to try his luck by following the route he used to take.

The snow was so thick that it almost reached the knees of both of them, and every step was so difficult. But Liu Qianzhong feels that it is not difficult to be with the person he likes.

It's just that he is physically strong, but Gong Qiang has always been holding on. It wasn't until she collapsed in the snow that Yanagi realized that she was a hopeless fool.

It was probably the first time that Liu Qianzhong cried, and he didn't know why he was crying, but the tears flowed down so suddenly.

The two found a cave and lit a fire, intending to rest.

After eating a little, Gong Qiang's little face finally regained some blood, and Liu Qianzhong asked her why she was working so hard, but she just smiled and wanted to go on the road again.

And this time, Liu Qianzhong said that he didn't agree with anything, and the two were arguing, but Liu Wanli followed the smoke trail outside.

God always favors stupid people, Liu Wanli is one, and Gong Qiang is also one.

Liu Wanli really hunted a hare, and the three of them had a beautiful meal and drank some stolen rice wine.

Gong Qiang looked slightly drunk, her cheeks flushed, and told them something.

Father arranged a family affair for her, the other party is the son of the county guard, and after the beginning of spring, he will be sent over, so ......

"Take me away. Gong Qiang blinked, her pupils shining with hope.

Liu Qianzhong still can't forget that it was the most touching sentence he had ever heard.

It's just that behind every beautiful fairy tale, there will always be a lost person, but Liu Qianzhong still smiled and sent blessings to them.

Gong Qiang married Liu Wanli, a talented woman and a match made in heaven.

Later, Gong Qiang gave birth to a daughter named Liu Qianqian. Liu Qianzhong hugged her, feeling that she was very much like her mother.

Soon after, Gong Qiang fell seriously ill and finally died. On her deathbed, Liu Qianzhong went to visit her, and with tears in her eyes, she whispered her last words in his ear.

"I'm sorry to delay your life. ”

Liu Qianzhong's tears rained down, and he didn't cry on the wedding night of Gong Qiang and Liu Wanli. Until this moment, he knew that this girl was watching and remembering everything.

That night, he was very drunk.

Because when you're drunk, you can forget everything.

Now, it's snowing again.

It's just that compared to the heavy snow of that year, the snow of that year was obviously cold, but it felt very warm, and the snow of today, which is so warm, but cold to the bone.

In a trance, Liu Qianzhong seemed to hear a burst of piano sounds, the sound from far to near, long and long, the timbre was cold, mournful and tactful.

If you complain, if you cry, if you complain, the aftermath is lingering.

The sound of the strings plucking seemed to play his life, and in the three forks in the road in his life, every step he took was so lamentable.

At the end of the song, the snow fell.

Blood, too, fell.

Is that......

Wrong, wrong, wrong.