They climbed up a small hill, the only bare ground they could see, the jagged rocks pricking the soles of their feet, but not letting them get out of the place. Dao Xueke and others stood on the hillside, looking at the pure white of the sky from afar, at this time it was still falling one after another, and the large white clouds covered most of the sky, even though it was early in the morning, it was also a little dim, and the clouds in the sky were connected with the snow, so that people were lost in it, and it was difficult to extricate themselves.

"The climate here is very unpredictable and varied, so we have to be careful not to get lost in the snow. Liu Yuanjun said that she and Dao Xueke grew up here, and knew that it was easy to get lost in this snowy mountain, and once they were trapped in it, they would definitely die of hunger and cold.

Rao Mengli asked: "This snow-capped mountain is endless, the snow is vast, the environment is harsh, and it is extremely lost, no wonder Kexue Mountain Villa can hide in this mountain for a hundred years." If it weren't for their contact with the outside world, I am afraid that it would be difficult for outsiders to find them. It's just that I don't know how the person who destroyed the Kexue Mountain Villa was found?"

Everyone fell into deep thought when they heard this, Dao Xueke and Liu Yuanjun never thought that they had been looking for clues for ten years and had found very little, but they had forgotten such an obvious flaw. How did those men in black find the Kexue Mountain Villa, which had been hidden in the snowy mountains for hundreds of years?

Although the snowfield is big and the snowy mountains are long, there is only one way up the mountain, and it is extremely difficult to find it in the snow-capped mountains. In the past hundred years, no one has wanted to go to Kexue Mountain Villa to find out based on that legend, but they all died in the wind and snow, and there are no bones left. If it weren't for the mole inside the Kexue Villa itself, it must be someone who is very familiar with the Kexue Villa to guide the way.

While everyone was staying, the wind and snow gradually became heavier, and the biting cold wind hit the face with the condensed snowflakes, like a knife to cut the flesh and get into the sleeves and necks of the clothes, making people tremble and suffer unspeakably.

Dao Xueke then remembered that he forgot to ask everyone to prepare thick clothes to keep out the cold, everyone was still wearing single clothes, a weak woman like Rao Mengli, shallow inside, her lips had already turned purple, and she trembled silently, but Rao Mengli didn't want to worry about others, so she couldn't bear it.

Dao Xueke was also helpless and distressed in his eyes, so he said: "Let's go faster, the wind is getting stronger, if it is difficult to move an inch when it is snowing heavily." Everyone set off again, entering the long snowfield and surrounded by mountains, and Dao Xueke stood beside Rao Mengli again, blocking most of the wind and snow for her. Soon, the figures of several people disappeared into the white vast.

The wind and snow were whistling in my ears, and the eagle hovering against the wind and snow in the air screamed, piercing the silence of the sky.

At this time, in the Qingyun Hall of the Imperial Palace of the Capital of Chengtian Mansion, a group of people dressed up were exorcising demons for the current saint. The wooden sword danced lightly, the wrist turned, the robe fluttered, the whiskers were scattered, the tip of the sword was only a little in front of the table, two or three pieces of rune paper were dipped up, the wooden sword was thrown away and held with his left hand, and the two fingers of his right hand were wiped on the body of the wooden sword, and the rune paper burned and turned into ashes in an instant.

On the offering table, there are copper coins, talisman paper, incense candles, and tribute fruits, and what is enshrined in the right place is not the Taoist Three Qing and Four Emperors, but an eagle with its wings spread out, and a dying snake in its claws.

The man lit the incense and candles, burned the talisman paper, jumped up again, and turned over in a somersault and came behind the current saint. He put the wooden sword on his shoulder, pointed it at the back of the emperor's neck, and then withdrew his right hand behind him and clicked seven times in a row to retract his posture and retreat to the side.

The emperor, who crossed his legs and sat quietly on the futon with his hands on his knees, breathed a long sigh of relief, a cloudy mass protruded from his mouth, and his tightly knit brows also expanded, slowly opened his eyes, and stood up.

Looking at the emperor carefully, he did not wear the dragon robe of the court, but changed into a big red cloud brocade gold dragon robe, with his hair scattered and barefoot, without the dignity of a king. Born thin and white, but between the eyebrows are dark, as if there are diseases, although the lying silkworm eyebrows and phoenix eyes are full of heroism, the eyes are clearly the meaning of widowhood and gentleness.

This is the third generation of the monarch of this dynasty, reigning for 12 years, and the era name is Zhengguang. The founding emperor and the first emperor were both a generation of Ming monarchs, who treated the people leniently, and under the governance, the country and the people were peaceful, and the people of the world were all praised. However, the first emperor died early, leaving only one son, who became the emperor at the age of twelve. The prince was young, and the emperor was afraid that he would not be able to manage the government personally, so he called his younger brother to be the regent and assist the young emperor. The regent is now the king of Tanglin, and he should be fine.

In the first four years, Ying Wujian was in charge of most of the military and political affairs of the DPRK, and all officials must first go through the hands of Ying Wuji, whether it is taxes, money and food, official appointment and dismissal, diplomacy, domestic and foreign policy, military and civilian management, etc., and even the emperor's selection of concubines should be handled by Wu Ji, and the young emperor was almost overhead.

The regent who should be free of illness can be described as competent, but the courtier is still only a courtier, and cannot be transgressed. Although it is also the peace of the country and the people under the governance of Ying Wuji, the ministers of the court and the central government have long been dissatisfied, and after the young emperor is sixteen years old, there are many calls for the court to return to the emperor. Ying had no choice but to return all military and political powers and resign as regent. In order to appease his heart, the young emperor gave him the most prosperous Tanglin Mansion as his fief. But the contacts and eyes accumulated in the past four years have long been all over the government and the opposition, and he is still the king of Tanglin who has the power in the world.

Now Emperor Zhengguang is already twenty and four, but he is riddled with diseases, often coughing, sometimes sick and vomiting blood, the imperial doctors in the palace are helpless about this, they use all means of medical skills, check how many medical skills in ancient and modern times but still fail to find the emperor's symptoms. He had no choice but to publish the emperor's list to seek the world's virtuous doctors, and strange people treated the emperor.

Three years ago, a Taoist priest came to unveil the emperor's list and was summoned to the palace. The Taoist priest claimed to be a member of the Qing Dynasty, from the fairy island of the South China Sea, learned the immortal law, and was known to help the world and save people as his own responsibility. Remembering the saints of the present day is the saint of the ages, and for the sake of the people of the world, he came to heal. The emperor asked him to cast a spell, and the Taoist priest set up a platform to worship the sky, and the dull pain in the chest of Emperor Zhengguang disappeared after a little magic work. The emperor was overjoyed, so he was enshrined as a national teacher, and the Qing people claimed that the emperor's illness was a long-term difficult disease, not a moment and a half can be cured, so the emperor ordered to build the Qingtian Palace for him to live in the palace, monthly rewards, ordered a special person to serve him, listen to his dispatch, and did not allow outsiders to disturb his Qing cultivation without incident.

This stay is three years, and the Qingyi people are even more than 10,000 people under one person, and they have to be afraid of him even if they are not sick. In the past three years, although Emperor Zhengguang's illness has generally improved, it is still good and bad, so the Qing people will apply the law to the emperor every other month, which is said to not only cure stubborn diseases, but also prolong life and immortality. Since then, Emperor Zhengguang has been obsessed with Taoism, and even the previous dynasty has often been shelved, and the court has complained, but no one dares to admonish. After all, the previous Imperial Doctor had angered the Holy Face and had been beheaded all over the house.

Emperor Zhengguang turned around and looked at the man: the beard was black and white, scattered like a mess, where there was any fairy wind bones, it was clearly a roe deer. He was dressed in a black gold robe, and on it was an eagle with wings embroidered with gold thread and silver filigree.

Emperor Zhengguang looked at Qing Yiren and said slowly: "National Teacher, although every time I have been cast by you, although I have no pain at all, I am refreshed, and my vomiting of blood has also been relieved, but three years have passed, and my illness has not been cured, can I really live forever?"

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. Na Qingyi humbly bowed down and replied, "Forgive the poor and straightforward, Your Majesty's body is relatively weak and cannot withstand a major Dharma, so you can only use small Dharmas to remove your Majesty's sickness every month, and this Dharma can also be eradicated, but it will still take time." There is a poor immortal law, and His Majesty is a true son of heaven, and he has the protection of the gods, and he will be able to prolong his life and live forever. ”

Emperor Zhengguang was overjoyed, so he took off the jade pendant he carried with him and gave it to Qingyi to show his kindness. Qing Yi worshiped and thanked him, and sent the emperor back to the palace. When the emperor walked away, Qing Yiyi ordered Dao Tong to close the door of the temple, and he returned to the inner hall, put three incense sticks in front of the white jade eagle jade carving next to the offering table, knocked three times on the jade carving, and pressed down. After a rumbling sound, the offering table was divided in half, and behind it was a secret door.

After the Qingyi people entered the secret door, the offering table was gathered together again, and everything was as usual, and there was no abnormality.

After a while, the secret door was opened again, and two young women, both about seventeen or eighteen years old, entered. And the Qingyi person was repairing cross-legged, with his back to the door, but he had already noticed the two of them.

Qingyi's eyes closed slightly, and he said slowly: "The palace is heavily guarded, how did you two get in?"

"Although the palace in the Central Plains is heavily guarded, it is not a Longtan tiger's den in the eyes of my two sisters.

Qingyi asked again, "Then what is the matter with you coming to find the deity on this trip?"

Another woman said, "By the order of the Holy Lord, send a decree to the national teacher. Our warriors have already gone deep into the Central Plains, always paying attention to the movements of Ying Wujian and Daoxueke, and attacking at the right time, the Holy Lord wants to listen to the advice of the national teacher and the future arrangements. ”

"The Emperor of the Central Plains has already obeyed the words of the deity, and it won't be long before he becomes the puppet of the deity, at my mercy, and the military strength of the Central Plains Imperial Court will not have to worry. Dao Xueke is just a Jianghu person, don't worry, we still have to use him to recapture the Jade Buddha, as long as we monitor his every move at all times, the Jade Buddha will come to us sooner or later. Only by getting the Jade Buddha can we defeat the Central Plains martial arts in one fell swoop, and then occupy the Central Plains, so that great things can be accomplished. But that should be a prince without illness, although he is not in the court now, but his people are very deep, and his subordinates are even more masters, and now the Jade Buddha is also in his hands, if he is allowed to explore the mystery first, then he will inevitably become a stumbling block for us to attack the Central Plains. We must wait for the right time to get rid of the great problem of not being sick. Qing Yiren analyzed.

"The national teacher's words are reasonable, and they are almost the same as what the saint thinks. The older woman said, "Jiang Tian has already been ordered to go to the Yaoye Mansion, follow Dao Xueke and the others, monitor their every move, and take action when necessary." As for whether it should be okay, my sisters and sisters decided to go to Tanglin Mansion to try his bottom. ”

Qingyi got up and turned his head to the two women and said, "Be careful. The two girls withdrew from the Qingtian Palace, jumped on the roof, and left the palace.

Let's go back to Dao Xueke and his party into the long snow field, although they haven't returned here for ten years, but the road up the mountain in Kexue Villa, Dao Xueke and Liu Yuanjun have never forgotten. Under the leadership of the two, the group did not lose their way in the snowfield, and walked for a while, but Rao Mengli was really too cold to stand it, her petite body was shaking wildly in the wind, and her fingers were a little purple, Luo Baiyi asked worriedly: "Xiaoli's body really can't bear it, let's find a place to rest first, and make a fire to keep warm." ”

Ren Shanhuai also trembled and said, "But...... In this icy and snowy land, in the wilderness, where can I rest, and how can I make a fire to keep warm?" Although he is a man, his internal strength is far inferior to that of several other people, so it is difficult to keep out the cold.

Dao Xueke hugged Rao Mengli, retained a trace of warmth for her, and pointed to the front and said, "Ahead, there is a room in front, we can rest there." And the house wasn't far from the villa. ”

When they looked in the direction he was pointing, it was still snow-white, and there was nothing else, not even a dead tree. Luo Baiyi said desperately: "Old knife, it's time for you, don't make us happy." ”

Everyone didn't believe it, but Rao Mengli nodded in reply, and Liu Yuanjun also said with a smile: "I believe Ah Xue, there must be a house in front." After some encouragement, the group walked forward again, walked about dozens of feet, climbed a small hill, and finally saw a dilapidated house at the source of the downhill, and there was a dry grave in front of the house, and the wooden sign in front of the grave was still rotten, and on the side of the dead grave, there was a skeleton upside down. The crowd happily ran into the house, which was dilapidated but fortunately able to withstand most of the wind and snow.

Dao Xueke and the others entered the house, and saw that the house was empty, the corners were full of dust, and the roof was covered with cobwebs, and it seemed that no one had lived there for a long time. Fortunately, the house is quite dry, and there is still some firewood. Liu Yuanjun piled the firewood into a "well", Dao Xueke took out a fire fold from his arms, blew it a few times before lighting it, and threw it into the firewood and dead wood, Luo Baiyi closed the door again, and used a stone against the crack in the door.

Everyone sat around the fire, the scorching flames beating in everyone's eyes, bringing a touch of warmth to the somewhat numb hands and feet, and Rao Mengli was much better. After a while, Luo Baiyi recovered his spirit and asked Dao Xueke, "Old Dao, how did you know that there was a house here?

When Dao Xueke heard this, he and Liu Yuanjun glanced at each other, and both of them chuckled lightly and did not answer.

After resting for a while, Dao Xueke got up and went out, and Liu Yuanjun followed tacitly. The two came to the skeleton in front of the house, and Dao Xueke found a piece of ancient jade beside him, picked it up and handed it to Liu Yuanjun. Liu Yuanjun couldn't help but recall the old things ten years ago when he saw this ancient jade, both of them sighed, they didn't feel that there were tears in their eyes, and their hearts were sour, so they knelt down and kowtowed in front of the dry grave, and kowtowed to the bones of the old woman back then, and after getting up, they dug a pit next to the dry grave, buried the bones of the old woman next to the old woodcutter's grave, and after covering the soil, the two bowed and worshipped, and then got up and looked at each other.

Dao Xueke sighed: "Senior sister, so many things have happened in the past ten years, but we are still back after all. ”

Liu Yuanjun nodded, and his heart was even more mixed: "I don't know if I came back this time, is it auspicious or evil?"

The two tacitly looked at the mountain together, and the rolling snow-capped mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, like a coiled dragon, which was extremely magnificent. The wind and snow began to decrease, and there seemed to be momentum to stop.

At this time, on the hillside not far from the house, a young man about twenty years old dressed in animal skins was staring at Dao Xueke and the others. The young man wore a few small braids, scattered in the wind, and his tall nose and wolf-like eyes were a little exotic, and his eyes were even more harsh, as if they wanted to penetrate the room and see the every move of all of them. He wore a brocade jacket with an eagle embroidered on the cuffs. Behind him is a cylinder more than three feet long, his skills are extremely fast and light, and it seems that his martial arts will not be low.

The man was about to go down the mountain and get close to Dao Xueke and the others to take a look, and suddenly felt a strong internal force and murderous aura behind him, so he bent his right foot back and kicked the wooden tube away, and turned around suddenly, two cold lights flashed out of the wooden tube, and the young man held it in his hand, and turned around again, and as soon as his hands were closed, the two cold lights turned into a spear and lay in front of him. The young man shouted loudly: "Since Your Excellency is here, why don't you show up!? Do you dare to come out and fight me?"

As soon as the words fell, a red light flashed in the snowfield in the distance, startling the young man to close his eyes. When he opened it again, there was an additional swordsman wearing a hat and wearing a red coat in front of him, and he was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back. He had never seen such a strange light skill.

Out of courtesy, the young man put the gun on his shoulder and asked, "Dare to ask the senior's name?"

The person who came slowly raised his head, revealing a face under the hat that was whiter than the snow, and the man said slowly: "Central Plains, a leaf is red." ”

The young man was shocked when he heard this, he naturally knew that he was once the first swordsman in the Central Plains martial arts, but he never thought that he could meet him here. He calmed down for a moment, and then asked: "The seniors are famous and famous, and the younger generations should be respected." I don't know what happened to the seniors, why do you want to follow the juniors?"

Hearing this, Yiye Hong sneered and asked: "How do you know that I am following you? Aren't you also following others? As everyone knows, the praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind." ”

"In that case, why did the seniors come to this icy and snowy land? Could it be that the same goal as the juniors, is it also for the sword snowman?" the young man asked again. Since this person is a foreign tribe of the Border Sai, although he knows something about the martial arts of the Central Plains, he will not know the details. He had only heard of Yiyehong's name, but he didn't know that Yiyehong was doing things for the sake of illness.

Yiyehong's lips moved slightly, spit out a few words, and slowly replied: "Take your life!"