Early in the morning, Xu Changfeng walked on the dew-stained mountain road and returned to the rock where he roosted last night. At this time, the fire had been extinguished, Jiang Tong and Jiang Ning hugged each other and slept together, looking at their sleeping posture, it was obvious that they were not very at ease last night, but fortunately, there were no snakes, insects and beasts attacking.

According to Li'er, because the yin qi in Wangbei Mountain is too heavy, snakes, insects and beasts are almost rare, so there are so many wild grasses and secluded forests here.

When he was in a hurry to wake up Jiang Tong and the others, he gently stroked the sword scripture in his arms for a while, and his face was a little confused.

"Master, why doesn't he want to become your personal disciple?" asked Lian'er as she knelt in front of the jade coffin and asked suspiciously.

"He's a very interesting man, he doesn't get to be eaten, he is stubborn when he speaks nicely, and he is short-sighted when he says badly. The woman in the cave said in an ethereal voice, "He doesn't believe that there are immortals in this world, so he won't choose my way." Moreover, I sensed that there was a way of his own within him. ”

"What kind of way is it?" asked Li'er.

"Only he knows, but I hope that the book of swords I gave him will be able to gain something from his enlightenment. This place is too barren, full of ants, I don't know what Peng is, how big the Kun is, sad. The voice said, "Unfortunately, my time is short, and it won't be long before this wisp of my divine consciousness will dissipate, and I don't know when I will be able to wait for a successor ......."

Xu Changfeng knew that the owner of this cave should know some secrets that the world did not know. Now that this secret was presented to him, he only needed to kneel and kowtow, and such a simple matter could be explored.

But he chose to give up.

If he hadn't met Su Yongqiu before, he might have agreed without hesitation, but not now.

It is sometimes a sadness for a person to live too long. Watching the familiar relatives leave him one by one, in the end, like Su Yongqiu, he was lonely and devastated by the years, which was too cruel.

Moreover, his original intention of learning swords was also very simple, to live in Chang'an and kill the damned person in Chang'an. Crisscrossing the world, chivalry may not be suitable for him.

He watched the gradual rise in the distance, the sun shining, as if a layer of invisible pressure was superimposed on his shoulders, and the weight made him a little breathless.

"The Sky Sword Village has been waiting too long, and we can't wait any longer. He looked in the direction of Chang'an, as if the splendid city, with its splendid carved beams and paintings, crisscrossed by beams and paintings, was slowly emerging in front of him.

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, he only hopes that those who hide in the dark will one day be able to walk on Chang'an Suzaku Avenue with their heads held high and bathe in the glory of Chang'an, that's all.

But today's Chang'an City has no glorious whereabouts.

Ever since dawn, the sky has been gloomy, as if God was tense and angry. The wind blowing from the north is also more cold, and Chang'an has been in this weather for several days. The old people who live in the city all year round know that it is not necessary for heavy rain

It's going to snow.

Sure enough, before noon, the sky began to fall with fine snowfall, and the heads of people rushing on the street seemed to be sprinkled with salt. Snow-white shoe prints were also stepped on on the ground, like a lively feast.

"It's snowing again in Chang'an......" Banjian raised his head, letting the snowflakes fall on his face, letting the snowflakes slowly melt into ice water and fall down his cheeks, and those who didn't know thought he was crying.

This is the first snow in Chang'an this year.

Banjian remembers that the first snow last year was on the winter solstice. At that time, he was not in Chang'an, but he was also under the West Lake, witnessing a heavy snowfall.

Snow symbolizes beauty, is the yearning for purity and happiness, Ruixue Zhaofeng year, in Chang'an for a long time, always looking forward to the early snow. As soon as the snow came, the weather was warmer, at least the wind didn't blow so hard.

Perhaps because of the snow, the guards under the city pass also increased their speed, and a large number of pedestrians flowed into Chang'an City.

When Banjian stepped into Chang'an again, the whole city had been dyed a snow-white, like a fairyland in a painting, and every picture could depict a beautiful picture.

Warm wine and snow tasting have also become a favorite thing for some big people in Chang'an City in their spare time.

Half a sword walked on Suzaku Street, looking at the familiar street scenes on both sides, a feeling of being a person spontaneously arises. Not long after leaving, Chang'an became so strange that Banjian couldn't help but laugh at himself for being old.

In the past six months, many major events have happened in Chang'an. If you don't talk about it, you can talk about something near.

The director of the Heavenly Supervision Division, Mo Hufeng, was transferred out of Chang'an, which is definitely a good thing for most people. If the wind doesn't stop, there will be a few more cool winds in Chang'an City. And Pan Xuanbing, the trusted head of the Heaven Supervisor, although he has a seventh-order cultivation, his ability is far inferior to Mo Zhifeng. The so-called new official takes office with three fires, and when the three fires are extinguished, he will not be able to set off any storms.

This is the Chang'an Heavenly Prison, since Zhao Xinji escaped from prison, the Chang'an Heavenly Prison has become more and more unstable. Although the imperial court also sent additional manpower, within a month of Zhao Xinji's escape, another felony fled in disarray.

Although when he was smuggling through the city pass, he was stopped by Shen Binglin with a sword and sent back to the prison unscathed. But the indestructible iron cage of the heavenly prison can no longer raise its head in front of everyone.

Finally, His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince, it is said that he had dealings with some people in the market on the rivers and lakes, which caused the dissatisfaction of the prince, and as a result, he was placed under house arrest in the palace, and he had no power or power, and now it is even more difficult to turn over.

The most concerned by the world is Li Nie, the prince in the palace. It's a pity that the rules in the palace are too strict, and a lot of news can't be transmitted, and now no one knows, what is this man who holds the power of the dynasty thinking at this moment?

The situation in Chang'an has gradually turned from a pot of boiling rice porridge to calm.

Of course, these are just things on the table. There are still many things that can't be put on the table, and naturally no one pays attention to them.

For example, that Chang'an

The underground ghost market disappeared overnight. For example, Zhaoyuemen, the first gang in Chang'an City, has now become a third-rate gang, obscure, and Chang'an Market is even more contended, and no one is willing to give up profits, and no one dares to come forward.

As for the Qingzhu Sword Academy, it is quite decent. But the name in Chang'an is no longer as good as that of Luoshui Sword Academy. After all, the former dean Su Yongqiu passed away, and his reputation was greatly reduced. In addition, the current dean, Nangong Wentian, has something to do with the imperial court, and it is natural that he will not be treated well.

Today's Chang'an is like a Weishui that is involved in the Jing River, and the invisible turbidity slowly converges under the undercurrent.

"Guest, do you want to pawn something, or redeem the item?" The shopkeeper was yawning sleepily, when he saw a man brave the snow and stepped into the store.

"What about your shopkeeper?" Banjian ignored Xiao Er, casually glanced at the decorations of this pawnshop, and asked in a deep voice.

At this time, he did not have a scabbard behind him, and the dragon had never seen its head and tail, even if Wei Shichun, who had once taken a face, passed by, he might not be able to recognize it.

"You...... What's the matter with our shopkeeper?" Xiao Er's tone was a little nervous, he was a guy who used the half-sword as a smashing field.

"Call him out. Half Sword said.

Mo You's half a cup of tea, a middle-aged man in a brown cotton coat walked out, looking at Half Sword with a solemn face, his two hands seemed to be very restless, as if it only took one gesture to play, and more than a dozen of his men would copy from the two breads.

"What is the guest officer looking for me?" asked the shopkeeper.

"I'm looking for a sword. ”

"Oh, what kind of sword?"

"Zhao Ruxue's sword. ”

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Sword Breaking Chang'an" with more like-minded people, " ", talk about life, find a confidant~