Follow the Zongjiang River to the source, and then go north, it will no longer be the territory of the Great Zhou. There is a field of ice, thick icebergs that have accumulated for many years, and the wind is howling, and it is inaccessible.

Almost no one comes here to hunt, because the beasts that survive here either hide under the glacier or fly up to the nine layers of the sky.

The ice is very wide, but in the middle of this reckless glacier, there is a Taoist temple. This Taoist temple is located on the top of the highest iceberg of Bingling, and it seems that it is not feasible to be cold here.

"Master. ”

In the Taoist temple, a girl in a plush snow suit stands by the fire, holding a sword in both hands, and greeting the old man sitting quietly on the futon.

"In the blink of an eye, another year has passed. The old man's face was thin, and his hands were skinny like firewood, and he seemed to be weak, but he was only wearing a thin robe, but his body did not tremble in the slightest, "You have been away from Da Zhou for more than ten years, right?"

"Thirteen years. The girl replied, and the snowcoat wrapped her body tightly, revealing only a small red face, and a wisp of green silk hung down her forehead, and the wind outside the house could not help but flutter slightly.

"You remember it well. The old man smiled, he glanced at the corner of the bag exposed outside the door of the Taoist temple, and said softly, "It's time for you to go down the mountain, right?" If I'm not mistaken, today should be the first day of the Lunar New Year, but it's a pity that my old bones don't have a few coppers to give you New Year's money......

The girl's eyes blinked slightly, inadvertently revealing a little reluctance.

She bit her red lip lightly, as if she had made up her mind, and said in a deep voice: "Before leaving, I know that there is still something I want to ask." ”

The old man's face was like water, he glanced up at her and said, "Sit down." ”

The girl nodded and sat cross-legged on the futon.

The old man said slowly: "Thirteen years ago, the pair of Tai Chi Liangyi in your father's hand was taken away, and the black son was lost in the world, and the white son was in the hands of a Confucian scholar, he was a bachelor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and an official of the Guozijian, his name was Su Qiuhe. However, with your cultivation in the fifth realm, if you want to take back Baizi from him, you are hitting a stone with an egg. Besides, Da Zhou won't allow you to do that. ”

"Su Qiuhe. The girl was silent for a moment, then whispered, remembering the name in her heart.

"But. The old man looked at her and said earnestly, "Su Qiuhe is just a puppet, and there are other people who took Baizi to kill your father." ”

The girl asked, "Who is he?"

In the face of the girl's inquiry, the old man shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter who he is...... As early as ten years ago, he was no longer in the world, and there were rumors that he died, died in Chang'an. ”

The woman's right hand pressed the hilt of the sword, and the scabbard made a noise because of the force.

The old man looked at the embarrassed girl, she had been cultivating for more than ten years, and now she was able to uphold the Dao heart as she wanted. I was already quite angry at being able to let her try colors like this.

The old man then whispered, "He also left a child......

The sky is always clear and clear, and there are no clouds. Under the bright sun, the girl in a plush coat walked out of the temple, her sword-wielding hand red from the cold, she picked up her bag and stepped on the stone staircase that was already covered with ice slag.

The old man in the Taoist temple stared at the raging flames in the furnace with his eyes, and said to himself: "Chang'an, there will be a storm because of her, I hope the world can survive this catastrophe, after all, it will take some time for the sword immortal to return." ”

Her name is Ye Xiangzhi, and she debuted in the nineteenth year of Changyuan.

This year, she just turned nineteen.

......

Ling Jiang has always felt like a person wandering outside the door recently, obviously he has touched the threshold, but he doesn't know how to get his feet, he just wanders like this, day after day, but there is never a trace of progress.

On the first day of the new year, the wind blowing in Pinghai Town has more spring spirit, although the cold winter is not over, but as long as it is past Chinese New Year's Eve, it is the spring of the year.

He closed the door of the thatched hut, stepped on the red paper left by the firecrackers all over the ground, and looked at the rivers and mountains in the distance. He is not in a hurry to go to wash rice and make porridge, there is still the leftover Chinese New Year's Eve dinner from last night in the house, and he will wait for Yaer to get up and make a hot pot to eat.

He took a deep breath of tidal aura and began his journey on the first day of the new year.

After repeating this twice, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, which made Ling Jiang a little surprised.

The terrain of Pinghai Town is remote, and it is separated by several major mountains, even if you walk on the official road that is dug away, it is a rugged mountain road, and there will be no one at least to come and go on weekdays, and it is more convenient to take the boat and waterway.

The horse's hooves galloped and the speed was extremely high.

Ling Jiang looked around, the man was wearing a court official uniform, with a white feather stuck in the brim of his hat, it was a messenger. Seeing this, Ling Jiang felt even more strange.

It stands to reason that on the first day of the Lunar New Year, there may not be anyone in the yamen, let alone just sending a letter.

The man rode straight to Ling Jiang, only to hear a neigh, he looked at Ling Jiang and asked, "Are you Ling Xiucai?"

Ling Jiang was stunned, and then nodded, "Exactly." ”

He continued: "There is a letter from Chang'an here, which was supposed to be delivered to you before the year, but the mountain is heavy and the road is far away, and there is a bit of a difference, so it is a day late, please forgive me." ”

"Family letter?" Ling Jiang didn't understand for a while, he didn't have any relatives in Chang'an, how could there be a family letter sent from Chang'an?

He took the letter from the messenger, and the sound of the horse's hooves rang out, and the man rode away as fast as he could, kicking up smoke and dust all the way.

Ling Jiang stared at the envelope in his hand, and before he opened it, just looking at the six big characters on the envelope, he was already so frightened that he felt like he had lost his soul, and he almost didn't let the cold wind blow away the family letter.

The family envelope reads: Personally open with Er Lingjiang.

Ling Jiang stared at these words, his heart was full of mixed feelings, he hesitated for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to open it to see what was written on it.

It will take several months for Chang'an to arrive in Pinghai Town, and although it will be faster to write a letter, it will not be long. Especially the delivery of the official office, it is all tuned first, and when the time comes, it will be sent out together. It's not impossible to find a dart bureau to send it down, but it's not as reliable as the government, and the price is not low.

Looking at the ink on this envelope, it must have been half a year.

How dare he dare to read the letter that his father wrote to him half a year ago? He waited for 10 years before he finally found a letter from his father, and this made it really difficult for him to calm down.

Before long, Ling Jiang carefully opened the family letter with trembling hands, and he was stunned when he looked at it.

Just because the inside of this envelope is empty!

How could he believe it?

"What the hell is this......" Ling Jiang was furious, and directly pinched the envelope in his hand into a paper ball.

He looked at the sky in the distance, full of anger and didn't know how to vent for a while. Did someone steal my father's family letters, or was it just some boring villain?

Ling Jiang took a big breath, feeling that he had eased up a bit, before he spread out the crumpled envelope, looking at the crumpled handwriting on it, he suddenly realized something.

This envelope is not sealed!

"Maybe it was dropped on the way, or maybe it was just a joke. Ling Jiang looked at the envelope and muttered.

Either way, it made him extremely angry.

It was not easy to learn the news of his father, who would have thought that before he saw his eyebrows, he had already come to naught. He didn't ask for anything, he just wanted to know if his parents were still alive, what they did, what kind of people they were, it didn't really matter.

Sometimes, even a greeting or an unrelated word can soothe a person's restless heart.

Especially after Uncle Jiu was in addition to the matter, he was eager to know his life experience.

Ling Jiang looked a little confused, holding the envelope and muttering in a low voice, "Chang'an, what kind of place is it?"

He clenched his fists and threw a punch forward, as if to sweep away the anger through it.

The punch came out, and in the fist facing the cold wind, there was a sudden explosion.

Although it was very slight and brief, Ling Jiang could hear it, and even feel it, that this punch was a little different from the punch he swung on a regular day.

Ling Jiang said secretly in his heart: "This is ...... Punch strength!"

The young man never expected that in a fit of anger, he would take this step by coincidence, and from the person outside the door, he stepped into the door and saw a different scene.

Xi Yao once told him that only if he can punch can he be regarded as climbing the first mountain of martial arts. Of course, according to Xi Yao's prediction, it is estimated that it will take three and five years to do it, but Ling Jiang only took less than half a year.

From a layman, he stepped into this door.

If it weren't for the fact that he had mastered too few doorways at this time, he would have been able to take on the name of the so-called Lian family.

The set of piles that Xi Yao taught him just contains the foundation of a set of boxing techniques, but if you lay this foundation, you don't need to spend too much effort to practice boxing or leg training in the future.

Ling Jiang withdrew the punch and breathed in place for a week, he faintly heard some noises, and immediately put away the envelope in his hand, and then the sound of Ya'er pushing open the door was heard.

The envelope has not yet been figured out, and Ling Jiang doesn't want Ya'er to know about it for the time being, but he already has a plan in his heart, and after this year, he really has to go to Chang'an.

......

Kyoto Castle is also full of New Year's flavor.

Donghuang Academy has to do washing inkstone pond, according to legend thousands of years ago, this is not Donghuang Academy, but a down-and-out scholar's house, he studied hard every day in this pond to practice writing, when the words are finished, he directly washed the inkstone in the pool.

Who would have thought that after a few years, the water in the pool has not changed, and instead of seeing the slightest ink, it has become clearer.

Later, the scholar went to Chang'an to catch up with the exam and returned from the exam, and at night he was relaxing by the pool, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a little spot of light in the pool. The scholar stepped forward curiously to see that it was a koi fish, and small spots of light gradually emerged from the scales, converging along the water surface and converging in front of the scholar.

Within a moment, the golden point of light turned into a beauty, and the koi in the pond had long since disappeared.

It turned out that the thick ink that this scholar had washed into the pool in previous years was swallowed by this koi. Just because the scholar's writing can be described as three points into the wood, and the words have a god, this koi has watched the scholar's writing for many years, and by coincidence was able to enter the Tao.

Then, the scholar used the pen as a sword and embarked on the path of cultivation because of the koi fish.

The scholar is proud of writing wildly, and he calls himself a crazy scholar.

According to later generations, after the mad pen scholar became an immortal, he left the koi in the pond and waited for someone to find it.

The sky was covered with snow, staining the clean inkstone with a layer of hoarfrost.

Su Xiaoxiao held a plum branch in her hand, standing on the edge of the pool and twisting the plum branch in her hand boredly, her eyes staring at the surface of the pool, as if she wanted to find the legendary koi.

"Xiaoxiao, the dumplings are ready, let's eat some. Dongfang Taiyi brought a plate of steaming dumplings, with thin skin and large filling, and the tender appearance made people appetize, and a strong fragrance spread.

Su Xiaoxiao said thank you and shook her head with a smile.

"What's the matter, are you homesick?" Dongfang Taiyi looked at her and asked suspiciously.

Su Xiaoxiao pondered for a while, shook her head again, stared at the plum branch in her hand and said, "I just miss my father, and there are red sleeves ......"