In that era when frost kills all grasses and at the same time a hundred flowers bloom.

The name Mei Yuan is undoubtedly so shiny, but at the same time extremely heavy.

This name makes the plum garden, which has been silent for a hundred years and has long been forgotten by people, once again appear in this world with a dazzling attitude.

Under the mountain, there are decades of soldiers and horses in the Northern Qin, and finally established the status of "Great Qin" in the fight for death again and again!

And the practice on this mountain, there is also a hundred-year-old plum garden, because of a "plum yuan" that was born out of nowhere, it once again reminds people of the so-called "one garden, two pavilions and three holy mountains"!

Mei Yuanzhi's determination was that he took the lead in suppressing almost all the geniuses of his era with sword dao alone! Even the Shu Dao Sword Pavilion, which was famous for its sword cultivation, was overshadowed in front of him.

Many years later, the original teenager is long gone.

Just when people thought that he would go farther and farther on the road of the sword, Mei Yuan asked Yu Sword Pavilion with a single mention of a three-foot Qingfeng!

After three sword questions, there are several winners and losers, and the world does not know.

People only know that since then, Mei Yuan abandoned the sword and used the knife.

So Mei Yuan, who was about to enter the prime of life, re-learned the knife technique, and the holy sons of the holy mountain, the Taoist Buddha, who were left behind by him, have now cultivated one by one.

After practicing all his life, the most taboo thing for people on the mountain is to climb to the top of the mountain and turn to other avenues.

And Mei Yuan's abandonment of the sword and the use of a knife at the peak of his life is undoubtedly self-destructive.

As a result, some people sighed, some sneered, some gloated, and some were indignant.

But no one expected it.

That Mei Yuan is still that Mei Yuan.

As long as he is there, the geniuses of other generations can only be foils forever.

Then Mei Yuan, who has been practicing knives for many years, went out of the customs for the first time, and fell with a knife, breaking the sword body in two and three feet.

The name of the knife is "two breaks".

Then, in the whole world, in the "asking the knife" again and again, many people's Dao hearts were also "broken".

Mei Yuan sat down again, he was a well-deserved ceiling among his peers in that era.

Now that the world has changed, the young people who were high-spirited at the beginning have gradually become elders and predecessors.

However, that Mei Yuan slowly faded out of people's sight.

Until today, the once powerful sword intent that dominated the world and looked at all directions has reappeared in front of people's eyes in another form, another person.

Yi Li gasped and lay flat on the snow, his arms playing with the snow on both sides, although the flesh and skin of one hand were turned and the pain was terrible, but he was having a lot of fun and was not happy.

On the other side, Bai Jue meditated cross-legged, his hands raised high and fell down, as Penglai's qi to return to the void and cause pranayama.

The fist intent of the whole body has long been scattered, turning into wisps of heaven and earth vitality to moisten the outer body.

After a short week of luck, Bai Jue slowly got up, his hands behind his back, originally dressed in white fluttering, but now there were several broken holes, and strips of cloth were flying.

Bai Jue didn't care, he looked at the deity lying on the ground playing in the snow, an indescribable taste gradually diffused in his heart, he opened his mouth, but felt a little bitter.

"This... It was lost in the lower Penglai. ”

So the snow-white sleeves were rolled up, summoning the wind and snow.

He put his hands behind his back and stepped into the wind and snow step by step, his back gradually blurring.

A simple defeat means that Bai Jue already thinks that he can't make a move, and he can still make a sword.

Di Li was still lying on the ground, his arms rolling the snow more cheerfully, and then he straightened up and sat straight on the snow.

Two flying swords, one long and one short, stood beside him.

He tilted his head and mocked the crowd.

"One by one, the little Wang Baxue and the old Wang Ba are fighting?"

"I heard... I cultivated for mourning, and I was removed from the Sword Pavilion?"

Then the voice of the emperor rose sharply, and the long sword of the solar term was put into the umbrella bone in the center of the "solar term box", the long sword was put into the sheath, and the small green sword flickered in front of everyone's eyes, and disappeared.

As soon as he got up, he stood in the empty snow with a big umbrella, and the mountain sects in the surrounding families and places subconsciously retreated.

The mockery in his eyes was even worse.

"What, who's going to pick me up with a sword?"

There was no answer around.

Because they are all afraid of death, because not everyone can be like Bai Jue.

So they didn't dare to bet, they didn't dare to bet on how many swords Di Li could make, and even used Mei Yuan's "sword intent" again.

So he was bored, waved his hand, and turned back.

"Don't be stupid here, don't be stupid here, one by one, as if someone owes you money. ”

"Still around here, no matter what the food is..."

"Don't you go and look for a cut?"

So there was a quick rush in the crowd, and there were already people who were ready to move, wanting to fish in troubled waters and sneak away.

I never thought that when Di Li was about to speak, even if he was seriously injured, he would have to mock a few disgusting words.

He, like everyone else, heard a crane chirp.

It is as tall as an old phoenix and screams, as clear as a young phoenix and a song.

If you don't see the crane's body, you can hear the crane first.

A huge white crane broke through the air, a white shadow approached the snow, and when it was about to land, the legs of the black crane were slightly bent in the air, and the claws grabbed out of thin air, and in an instant, the fluttering white wings were clamped and retracted, and the white crane fell on the snow so flutteringly.

The crane is tall and snow-white, and if it weren't for a pair of ink-black eyes and dark claws, it would probably be one with the snow.

At the moment when the crane roared and stopped.

Those who originally planned to flee secretly in the middle of the field, those who were angry, those who cowered and feared...

Also, there is another one who is going to say bad things and disgust the other side.

I couldn't help but look at the huge white crane.

There are thousands of species of white cranes in the world, but there is only one, although it looks ordinary and featureless.

But when it appears in front of your eyes, you will know it in your heart.

This is the white crane.

The white crane that belonged only to her.

In the middle of the scene, there was the sound of rustling clothes rubbing against each other, some people bowed, and most of them knelt down and saluted.

"Meet the Holy Maiden. ”

Sure enough, the towering crane wings slowly put down, and a woman slowly walked down from the huge crane, covered with white veil, dressed in white clothes as light as smoke and dust, three thousand green silks coiled high, you can't see her appearance, but that kind of temperament tightly locks your eyes.

Originally, people in the cultivation would not feel so cold even if there was a lot of wind and snow, but when this woman appeared, a cold meaning without any smoke and fire permeated everyone's hearts.

Crispy lowered his head nervously, and the exposed toes on the edge of his clothes became more and more abrupt. The short hair that hasn't been washed for two days is slightly greasy and curly, gently brushing the face, and some are itchy.

An Ning turned his head sideways to find that Crispy was clumsily wiping the putty on his hand behind him, and subconsciously rubbed her head, and then made a grimace.

Lips moved silently.

"My crispy is the most beautiful in the world. ”

Then some of them bowed their heads deeper, and their cheeks became more and more red.

Only the detached eyes, never left the cold figure, his eyes seemed to flicker a trace of helplessness, but this helplessness was fleeting, he was still isolated in the snow with a big umbrella in one hand, and the right hand with broken flesh and bone had already been secretly carried behind him. Then he shook his forehead, and a few strands of long hair that had fallen from sweat and snow swayed slightly.

He tried to make a chic gesture, looking at the holy woman above everyone's heads, and finally held back a sentence for a long time.

"Rong'er... You're here. ”

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Daqin Kyoto.

The small alleys are complex and deep, and at the same time full of evil intentions.

However, after turning the alley, it suddenly became clear.

As the sun sets, the twilight slowly sets against the fiery clouds on the horizon, shining on the silent building in front of us.

The exterior wall shows the crimson color that belongs to the Imperial Palace of the Forbidden Interior, and the door of the black hole opens under the high wall, like the mouth of a monster, and at the same time it is like a pair of eyes, calmly but terrifyingly watching every move in this world.

This is Tongxin Lane during the day, and it is also a crematorium in the dark.

It is close to the beams of the river on the edge of the Kyoto moat.

Here, it is the inspection factory exclusive to Emperor Qin.

Since the siege of Qin and Qi that shocked the whole world more than ten years ago, Emperor Qin has set up such a special existence as the Inspector Factory, which is above the six departments and directly obeys the orders of Emperor Qin. At the same time, however, it does not affect the operation of the national mechanism.

The power of the inspector factory is very great, although there are not many officials, but the victory is in the imperial power, and he often does things ruthlessly and alone.

Usually he mainly does some secret things, but on the surface, he is also responsible for Daqin's hospitality and liaison with those mountain sects.

Therefore, all of them must have been monks on the mountain, but they maintained absolute loyalty to Emperor Qin.

Ordinary people can't wait to get as far away from such a pickled and terrifying place.

Because once you have something to do with this kind of place, it's often not just a matter that can be solved by just one human life.

Today, however, the Chasi Factory has welcomed an extraordinary guest.

A burly middle-aged man stood in the hall so quietly, his eyebrows were as thick as ink silkworms, his chapped lips were as red as thick blood, and his whole body was full of coldness that only belonged to the army.

The sound is humming, as heavy as gold.

"The Lord of the Tiger Wolf Guard hopes that the master of the Inspectorate Factory will give a reasonable explanation. ”

So there was a sharply rising sharp voice from inside the door of the black hole at the entrance of the hall: "The master of our family is a saint!"

A long, sharp tail gradually smooths out.

"If you ask our family about the ban on the New North Bridge..."

"That was indeed done by our Inspector Factory, or Lord Xuetang personally led someone to break it..."

"Bold! Do you know who is locked up at the bottom of the well of the new North Bridge! How can you take it away without being notified by our military department!"

"We still have to get permission from your military department to do things?!"

Just as the two were arguing, suddenly, a huge opening was torn open from the fog in the sky, and a figure jumped down from the fog, and collided with the fog one after another, and the fog was broken up into smaller particles, and the mist exploded into a huge circular cavity.

A powerful and domineering figure fell steadily from it.

The breath that came to his face instantly completely locked all the vitality around him!

The burly middle-aged man who seemed to be from the Tiger Wolf Guard suddenly looked happy after seeing this domineering figure.

Kneeling heavily on one knee, a complete set of military salutes.

"Humble to your lordship!"

However, at this time, when I looked closely, the figure called "adult" was actually a little young, about thirty years old, with an indifferent and unusually indifferent face, the upper body was naked, and the muscles were as hard as a rock.

Although it is early winter, Daqin is located in the north, especially in Kyoto, where the winter is the most cold.

And this man, who is full of explosive power, seems to be hot and not afraid of the cold at all, but the indifference on his face and the lingering chill in his eyes are as if he has been hiding in it all winter.

These indifferent eyes also locked the doorway of the black hole.

I saw a man in a dark red robe slowly walking out of the door of the hall, with exaggerated gold threads outlined on the sides of the robe. He casually held a bowl of tea, lightly rippled, and lay quietly on a soaked begonia flower.

At the same time, under the golden mask, no change in expression can be seen.

He walked to the hall as if he were enjoying the garden scenery, followed by two rows of blood-robed people, and a suffocating evil intent gradually spread.

The tea in front of him is not wavering, and the sea of blood behind him is surging.

He took a sip of his tea, and immediately followed by a blood-robed man to take the teacup.

He played with the blood-colored ring on his finger.

The gentle voice was just right, as if greeting an old friend I hadn't seen for years.

"It's rare today, Lord Zongchuan of the Tiger Wolf Guard actually came to my inspection factory in person, but unfortunately there is nothing to entertain guests..."

"I just want people. A hoarse voice interrupted abruptly.

That was obviously the Blood Tang Lord mentioned in the previous words, and tilted his head helplessly.

His expression was still not visible under the mask.

At the same time, Zong Chuan of the Tiger Wolf Guard added two more sentences bluntly after interrupting Xuetang's words.

"I don't want to repeat the same thing. ”

"Otherwise, I'll beat you. ”

Xuetang shook his head gently, he let go of the blood-colored ring, raised his hand and dusted off the light snow on the shoulders of the dark red robe, and the snowflakes scattered and fell.

The gentle, but emotionless, voice came from under the golden mask again.

"I know that if that person from the New North Bridge falls into the hands of your military department, it will definitely end up dead. ”

"But..."

The wind and snow were tight again, just like the wellhead confrontation at the New North Bridge.

"Such a useful person..."

"He must stay in the Great Great Qin. ”

The ring is flipped upside down, and the word "deficit" is impressive.