The white clouds envelop the peak opposite, the mountain eagle patrols, below is a remote village outside the south beam, the murmuring stream, like a silver line winds out in the valley, in the dense cedar forest, looking at the past from the gap in the trees, only to see a meadow outside the forest, five or six figures gathered in a trance, around the stream a little girl in green clothes.

In the stream, the girl's black hair curled up, and her thick eyelashes were dripping with water, because it was still March, the spring cold had not disappeared, and there were still scattered snowflakes in the sky. At the head was a hunter man who looked to be in his forties, his face was red and his expression was vibrant, but there was an awe-inspiring light in his eagle eyes. Hurriedly carried the girl ashore, tore off a large piece of deerskin from the backpack behind him and draped it on the little girl's body, behind a young hunter took off the bear head hat on his head, slowly leaned over and squatted down, and tried his hand "Dad, she still has a snort, and she is still alive!" The hunter led by the hunter squatted down and tested the girl's pulse when he heard this, and the pale cyan veins could almost be clearly seen on the wrist under the soak of the stream, pulsating faintly.

"Big brother, don't bring this girl back first. I'm afraid that such an injured little girl in the ice and snow won't be able to survive it" The strong man who spoke was mighty, with a bronze complexion, rough eyebrows, and a powerful force, quite heroic and masculine charm.

"Fourth brother, if this woman is a murderer, won't it affect the whole village" The young man who spoke had a square face and a wide forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a copper face with edges and corners, like a stone carving.

The man at the head opened his mouth and deliberated as he spoke. After weighing for a moment, I really don't know what to do, suddenly the roots of his ears moved slightly, he heard a sound of footsteps from afar, just as everyone got up like a full moon, ready to go, a white figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight, and an old man with white hair and long beard walked towards him, wearing a green cedar white coat, holding a bamboo cane, and a head like a goat. The eyebrows are white, the beard is like a halberd, if the god is ethereal, the old man smiled slightly, "If you are worried, you might as well raise this girl in this view first." ”

The man at the head remembered that there was a view on the mountain, but the mountain road was difficult to walk, and they had never seen the hunting in the mountains, and they forgot about this view after a long time, this old man was the master of empty awakening, "The master of hard work, and the master of labor to lead the way." The old man slowly led the way in front, and the group followed the old man slowly across the river stream in the valley, climbed vines and trees in the valley, turned two more hillsides, and entered a large pine forest. Most of the pine trees in the forest are hundreds of years old, and the branches are crisscrossed, and the top of the tree is pressed with several feet of white snow, so that the snow on the ground is not deep, but it is much easier to walk. After a while, I finally came to the "Qingshan View". At this time, the morning light is clear, the green mountains are far away, and the incense of the Taoist temple is pure and fluttering. The morning light is still cold, the courtyard in the view is quite broad, a few Taoist priests led a few young paths to clean the snow, the thin ice on the ground has not melted, a few trails are giggling and naughty, watching the Taoist priest who is coming back and sweeping the snow walked over quickly, "Why did the Taoist come back so early today" The old Taoist laughed when he heard this, and stroked his gray beard, "Zhijing, call your senior brother, clean up the guest room, this girl is destined for you and me"

After tidying up, several big men left a few fox deer furs for the temple, bowed down three times respectfully, and then said goodbye to the Taoist priest and went back down the mountain. Lao Dao looked at the little girl on the couch, her face was like a silver basin, her eyes were like apricots, her lips were red without dotting, and her eyebrows were green without painting. This woman is still young but fourteen or fifteen years old, although her childishness has not retreated, I am afraid that she will grow up! When Lao Dao slowly turned around and closed the door and went out, the little girl on the soft couch suddenly emitted a dazzling light on her forehead, and the whole person flew slightly in the air like light feathers, like heaven and man, the light was dazzling, the girl's eyes suddenly opened were as quiet as the sea, thrilling, and Ruo Liujiu and others were only afraid that they would feel that the five thunders were on the top, and the aunt who had been missing for many days turned into the appearance of a little girl and went to the mortal world, and the girl who was dazed and weak on the couch was Qingyun.

The sky is blue at the end of winter, and there is a fragile sunlight unique to the early morning. In the palace of Jinghai Wang, the door was closed, and there was no sound outside the door, Chen Xuanyu, Marquis of Jinghai, sat upright, and the warm light fell on his clothes, like a handful of cold snow. Chen Xuanyu sat at the table, covering the window, he lowered his head slightly, and his eyebrows were faint, like a morning with frost condensed outside the window, and the cold breath all over his body revealed the distance from a distant mountain. What he held in his hand was a short piece of letterhead, but the thoughts in his heart had already run thousands of miles away, Bai Zifeng saw it in his eyes Xuanyu had never mentioned it again over the years, but he knew in his heart that people like Chen Xuanyu would not change it again and there was no way back, Chen Xuanyu remembered, the spring was as deep as the sea, the begonia flowers were clustered and piled up on the branches, the girl under the flowers, Ying Ying smiled, the petals fell like red snow, and the woman under the flowers was so leaning on the tree sometimes shallow and sleeping, sometimes holding a book, always a quiet appearance.

"This morning, the righteous man of the rivers and lakes died. As Xuan Yu said, he died of poison. Chen Xuanyu nodded faintly as if he understood

"Send someone to secretly find his family and bury it" After saying that, he stopped talking, Bai Zifeng was so angry that he jumped straight to his feet, he didn't understand how this poison was placed, and he was still waiting for Chen Xuanyu to answer his questions, but the man lowered his head and played with the jade bone. It's not annoying!

"Brother Zifeng, have you heard of He Jinyue, the son-in-law of the Dingguo Mansion?" suddenly popped out this sentence, but Bai Zifeng was stunned when he heard it, and he wanted to discuss the matter, but he didn't think that Chen Xuanyu suddenly changed the topic, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

"On the day we returned to the city, I had a little impression, it was a young man, that day wearing a simple Hu Jin Baiyue robe, simple as the slightest carving of white jade, a pair of eyes clear and deep like the deep stream under the winter snow, not like Ding Guohou and his father Hussar General fierce and decisive killing, but no waves, no desire, no desire and no desire of the immortal detachment, that day standing on the bell tower of the city gate, but as if standing above the nine heavens, as if by chance to lower his head and look at the camp of all beings, cold and indifferent. Regardless of anything else, this person is peerless and by no means a gentleman in the capital, and he has an immortal talent! . Hearing this, Chen Xuanyu slowly put down the jade bone in his hand, and walked to the portrait hanging behind the seat again, looking at the portrait, his thoughts drifted back to before.

In the nineteenth year of Hongde, the old emperor Chen Huan was still there, Chen Xuanyu was only eight years old in the summer of that year, when Concubine Jin was only favored by the six palaces, the queen Zhao ordered someone to smuggle a woman from the south of the Yangtze River, named Cangyu, in order to score points to reduce the favor of Concubine Jin, it didn't take long for the emperor to stay in the jade at night, singing and dancing night and night to rise to the level of the great potential to surpass the concubine, as time goes on more and more, the status of the concubine in the palace is declining, and finally was slandered by the Zhao family in a vain attempt to hurt the dragon heir and was beaten into the cold palace, Zhao saw that the concubine lost power, and immediately took revenge, ordered someone to chop off the limbs of the concubine, gouge out the eyes, inject copper into the ears, make them deaf, and pour medicine into the throat to cut off the tongueso that it cannot be spoken. You also have to cut off your nose, shave your hair, shave your eyebrows, you will know what happened later, but when Concubine Jin was killed that day, he witnessed the bloodshed by playing behind the rockery, behind the rockery is a lotus pond, the rockery is stacked on top of each other, there are lush vines planted on it, on the side of the pond, a few bushes of bamboo are planted between the bluestones, the height is sparse, and the staggered ones are scattered, and Chen Xuanyu who is hiding in it is covered tightly. But where is the young to withstand this bloody scene, immediately frightened to touch the gravel at the foot was discovered by the queen and others, just when Chen Xuanyu felt that he was going to die, the lotus pond next to the rockery stretched out a small hand like a white lotus, and quickly dragged Chen Xuanyu down, the two children hid under the lotus lotus leaves and escaped the catastrophe, He Jinyue that Japan was accompanied by his grandfather to greet the Queen Mother, and the young man was playful but saved Chen Xuanyu by mistake

"Brother Zifeng, haven't you always been curious about why I have been having information in the palace all these years, it is Jinyue!"

"When I was sent to Beirong as a proton, Jin Yue asked someone to give me the Xuanyan knife that his grandfather gave him, hoping that this knife could save me from danger, one year I was almost killed by the thieves of Beirong on the road, and it was the Xuanyan knife that Jin Yue gave me that saved my life." Hearing this, Bai Zifeng suddenly realized, the friend of life and death in his youth, it is no wonder that the information provided by He Jinyue over the years was accurate, and now the elite guards in the Jinghai Marquis Mansion were sent to Chen Xuanyu by He Jinyue at that time, and he was afraid that Chen Xuanyu would enter Beijing and sent a group of Deadpools who listened to the order. It's a rare feeling

"Zifeng, come and see!" Chen Xuanyu stood beside the table and lightly put down the brush in his hand, but his face revealed a solemn look, as if he deliberately avoided his ears and eyes, Bai Zifeng rushed to take a look, only to feel that he was dizzy in front of him, and there were a few big characters standing on the snow-white rice paper, which did not wait for Bai Zifeng to come back to his senses, and glanced at the letter raft sent by He Jinyue at noon next to him, which was exactly the same as the words above

"Night Thieves Gather Soul Cups!