Goose feathers and heavy snow drifted in the northwest, and the world was set against a white expanse, and the scenery was not spectacular. The snowflakes, whirling in the bitter cold wind, fell suddenly, and suddenly floated again.

Walking on the snow, the wind, the snow whistling, makes people unable to even open their eyes, let alone move forward in the snow. The heavy snowfall lasted for two days and two nights. By the time the weather improved, the snow on the ground was calf-deep. The horses marched with great difficulty.

A group of people, a few carriages, and a few tall horses, slowly moved forward, but the snow was too big.

Gu Qingci was also one of the people in this group, and after entering Shanhaiguan, he met a caravan, which happened to pass by Jizhou Miyang Mansion, which was also Gu Qingci's destination. The caravan also traveled from south to north, and it was convenient for others and himself, so he agreed to take Gu Qingci with him.

The people of this caravan, after all, have been walking all year round and know the way, so Gu Qingci has taken a lot of unjust roads.

All the way south.

The snow slowly melted, revealing traces of its original.

Gu Qing had a very leisurely life, looked for plum blossoms, saw the wild geese returning south, walked past a few turbid wines, who still remembered that there were plum blossoms hidden in the snow when the temples were white.

Winter goes to spring, flowers are gone, and people are drunk.

First passed the eighteen valleys of Nanshan, and the valleys were verdant.

Stepping on the broken bluestone layers to the mouth of the valley, walking down the stream of water that flowed down, and staying in a few farmhouses. Under the shadow of the moon, there was a ray of light, that is, the men in the village came out to roar the Qin dialect, and between the heavy pressure of the two strings of the erhu, Gu Qingci slapped the table, "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying...... "Learn the dialect, which is quite smooth.

I don't remember how long I came, but when I came to the foot of a big mountain, I could faintly see four words on the stone tablet "Famous Sword Villa".

Mingjian Villa only has broken walls and ruins, and there is no forest flower garden in the past. Although there is no dense forest and bamboo, you can also inadvertently pass by the old earth wall, it seems that you can plant and trees in the ancient road, there have been people here to practice swords, some people have competed in martial arts.

I heard from the caravan that this place was the famous Sword Villa a hundred years ago, and then I don't know why it was washed in blood overnight, and since then, there has been no one around. Gu Qingci sighed and didn't say anything, he had also done the matter of exterminating the clan.

............

Chang'an City is a city that never sleeps, the lights of the city illuminate the flat bluestone road as if it were day, and the pedestrians on the street are weaving, or stop in front of the stalls to buy goods, and the men and women who look at the stars in the sky should be a pair of beautiful people.

Only in the city, the place close to the imperial city is relatively quiet, and under the rows of towering trees are quiet streets and alleys, which are not very luxurious, but they are all scattered and unique.

In the middle of the street, there is a mansion, there are two large stone lions with human height standing next to the steps, the Zhu door is closed, the copper ring is silent, and under the eaves of the door, a black plaque - Ma Fu!

At this time, it was the meal, and Ma Dongyang, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and his wife were eating, and a few maids were waiting.

Ma Dongyang's face was not very good, he ate two bites, suddenly slapped his chopsticks, looked at Mrs. Ma, and said, "What has that son of a son been doing in the past two days?"

Mrs. Ma sighed and said, "Master, Bai'er is also older and has his own ideas, don't ask him too much, just let him go!"

"Hmph," Ma Dongyang snorted coldly and said, "I tried my best for him, and finally sent him to the Hanlin Academy, but I heard Lord Chen of the Hanlin Academy say today that he hadn't been to the Hanlin Academy for ten days, what did he want to do?"

"Master!" Mrs. Ma complained: "It's not that you don't know Bai'er, you just let him calm down for a while, he doesn't want to meet you for a while." ”

At this moment, a servant came in and whispered a few words in Ma Dongyang's ear, Ma Dongyang's expression moved, looked at Mrs. Ma, and said, "Madam, I won't accompany you to eat because my husband has some official business." ”

"Business matters," Mrs. Ma nodded wisely and said, "Master, even if you go and get busy, you don't have to accompany me." ”

Walk through the courtyard, come to the inside and outside of the study, and push the door in.

"Sir!"

There was a thin old man in the room, holding a hat in his hand, wearing a shabby shirt, with marks of tearing at the corners of his shoulders and sleeves, and a lot of sawdust on his body, and a firewood knife hanging from his waist, which was shabby, and his palms were open, all calluses.

Ma Dongyang nodded, walked to the desk and sat down, and said, "Lao Yang, you are going to chop wood again, if you have that spare time, it is better to accompany your grandson more." ”

"Master", Lao Yang's zombie face piled up a kind smile, and said: "My grandson likes to sit next to me and watch me chop wood, and I chop wood every day." ”

"Alas......" Ma Dongyang shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "I think at the beginning, we all chopped firewood together for a while, but in the blink of an eye, your grandson can accompany you to chop wood, old, we are all old!"

Lao Yang smiled and said: "I see that you are not lamenting that you are old, but you want to hold your grandson, I remember that the young master and the eldest lady of the Lin family have had a marriage contract since they were children, and now it is almost the same, you can get married, and when the time comes, you can hold your grandson!"

Ma Dongyang smiled and said, "Don't talk about this son, let's get down to business, you came to me at night so late, is there something going on over there?"

Lao Yang, who had been smiling, suddenly put away his sword and smiled, a hint of discoloration flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he was silent for a moment, and said: "There is news from the Seven Killing Palace, saying that their assassination mission failed, they made a mistake in judgment, and they lost a Covered Qi Realm martial artist, and half of the reward has been refunded!"

Ma Dongyang's expression changed slightly, and he said: "That Gu Qingci is so strong, he is really a famous and vain person, no wonder he can make so many achievements at a young age, it's just a pity...... Otherwise, he is really a pillar of the country!"

Lao Yang blinked his eyes and said, "Then, master, what should we do now?"

Ma Dongyang said lightly: "Once and for all, increase the reward, let the Seven Killing Hall send two great cultivators, and ...... Lao Yang, you haven't moved for many years, can you still fight!"

Lao Yang smiled slightly, his hand full of black mud in his nails held the firewood knife, pulled the placket of his clothes, and slowly stood up, suddenly a feeling of coming from the wind and rain, a hoarse voice, and said: "Yang Bo, thirty years ago, a firewood knife traveled three thousand miles, and now thirty years have passed, but the firewood knife has not rusted!"

That night, outside Chang'an City, there was a slum, where a thin but tall old man, with a firewood knife hanging from his waist and a pair of old cloth shoes, slowly disappeared into the night.

This walk has walked out of a legend that has disappeared for 30 years.

Thirty years ago, there was a master with a firewood knife like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting, but in that short period of time, he became famous, and the world's first wind media was on the list of 30 years ago, and a name appeared at the same time - Yang Bo!

Nicknamed, Knife Breaker!

The strongest record, defeated the world of the Canglan Sword Sect in the Seven Sects and Eight Sects, a great cultivator of the Innate Second Realm!