In the twelfth year of Kaiyuan, the beginning of winter, heavy snow fell.

Chang'an, the imperial capital of the Great Yuan Dynasty, was white, and there seemed to be a layer of silver between heaven and earth.

"The plum blossoms in the garden are fragrant, and a wisp of incense comes from ......the bitter cold."

In the Founding Mansion, Yang Nan stood under the plum pavilion with a scroll, the snowflakes in the sky flew gently, and suddenly a crystal snowflake gently stuck to his head, Yang Nan raised his little hand, gently pulled down this snowflake, and read a few verses of the predecessors in his mouth, and the crisp voice suddenly stopped.

He looked up at the white snow piled up on the plum tree outside the pavilion, the plum blossoms that bloomed proudly fell in his black eyes, but there was no sense of pride and fragrance, Yang Nan's eyes flashed a trace of dazedness, and he stood silently in the pavilion for a long time, not far away, the servants who were standing solemnly saw that the little young master stopped reading, and hurriedly held the incense burner, fox fur and other things around him, Yang Nan waved his hand lightly, signaling the servants not to come forward to disturb, but he sighed secretly in his heart, and looked down at the small body he had seen for twelve years......

Reincarnation, rebirth, crossing?

In that gas explosion, he was already shattered, why was he reborn in this strange world with his memory?

Could it be the ghost talisman drawn by Lao Dao, or the strange stone that Ren Xue gave him?

Since they are all reincarnated, why do they still have these two things from their previous lives?

He hadn't thought about it for twelve years, but no matter what, it was a good thing to be alive......

In the past life, I suddenly dreamed, and what if I forgot it?

Yang Nan pondered for a while, put his complicated thoughts behind, and still picked up the volume of poetry and re-read it:

"Where is the soul returning to the three passes, I don't see Guan Shan's empty intestines......"

Yang Nanlang read aloud into the ears of an old man in brocade clothes with white hair, the old man stood silently in the hall, looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky for a long time speechless, his face was dark, not angry and self-assured, a few snowflakes drifted to him with the wind, the old man suddenly raised his palm, the crystal clear snowflakes gently fell into the palm, the old man's dim eyes suddenly bloomed a trace of light, his eyes looked at this snowflake more and more sharp, he seemed to faintly make a decision.

Behind him, several men in black stood with knives, their faces were indifferent, as cold as ice and snow, but when they looked at the old man, their eyes as cold as ice and snow suddenly flashed with a hint of eagerness!

A servant in Tsing Yi walked in and said respectfully, "Master, the guest you invited has arrived." ”

The old man gently threw the snowflake in his palm and said lightly: "Please let him in." ”

The servant took the order and left, and after a while, a man in a black robe walked in gently, this man looked awe-inspiring, his body was slender, his young face was resolute, and there was an awe-inspiring aura between his eyebrows, he walked through the wooden hall but strangely did not make a sound, he walked behind the old man, and suddenly fell to the ground and said respectfully: "Chiyang greets grandpa!"

"Chiyang, are you here, get up!" the old man waved his hand, and the man with the saber on the side immediately handed the brocade box he was holding in his hand into his hand, "You accept this first." ”

Chiyang raised his head and said in amazement: "Grandpa, why is this ......?"

The old man waved his hand lightly, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Chiyang, you have been by my side for more than ten years, right?"

Chiyang bowed his head and said respectfully: "Grandpa, there are twelve years, three months and twenty-one days, Chiyang has gone up the mountain to learn art since he was ten years old, and he has come down the mountain at the age of twenty. ”

A faint smile appeared on the old man's serious face, "You remember clearly." ”

Chiyang showed a trace of eagerness in his eyes, and said firmly: "The founding grandfather saved my whole family from danger, and let me worship under the Xuantian Gate to learn a skill, and rebuild with grace, Chiyang will never dare to forget the great kindness of the grandfather in this life!"

The old man nodded and said, "I will use the eight-hundred-mile fast horse to recall you, and it is precisely because of one thing that you entrust, you first accept the thousand taels of gold, the soft gold silk armor and this Huoyuan sword." ”

Chiyang didn't look at the two brocade boxes, and still bowed his head and said: "What does the grandfather have to say, but it doesn't matter, but teach Chiyang to have a breath, and never teach the grandfather to be disappointed!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly sighed and said, "The old man will not die soon...... Chiyang, although the old man is one of the Confucian masters, but he can't educate his own sons, although my eldest son Yang Yuan died early, but he still left a grandson Yang Nan, although the old man is not afraid of death, but a hundred years later, he ......"

When the old man said this, Chiyang's eyes were already clear, the founding prince Yangpu had enjoyed wealth for nearly 80 years, and now, Yangpu was the emperor of the dynasty, the master of Confucianism, and assisted three generations of emperors.

However, there are thirteen sons of Yang Pu! The eldest son Yang Yuanhe and his wife, who are most qualified to inherit the title, died inexplicably on the way to the post ten years ago, and the sons of the other twelve concubines saw that their sons-in-law died violently, and the title is expected.

However, although the son-in-law died, he left behind a grandson! If it weren't for the fact that Yang Yuan saw the bleak evening of the old prince and specially left his grandson to accompany him, I am afraid that this grandson would also die inexplicably!

Although there is the old prince Yang Pu to take care of, however, it is not easy for the grandson to live in peace, once the old man dies, twelve shrewd and powerful uncles deal with a little nephew who is only twelve years old, is it not easy to capture?

The old man saw the look of understanding in Chiyang's eyes, and nodded approvingly, this Chiyang is a confidant who he has done his best to help, loyal and enthusiastic by nature, and will never betray himself, he sighed and said: "Those evil obstacles all hold real power, or for one official, or in charge of the power of an army, if the saint is still wise, the old man is not afraid that they will rebel after my death, but today, the saint is obsessed with Dandao, ignoring the government, and it is impossible to suppress those evil obstacles by relying on imperial power...... When it comes to government politics, the old man seems to have a lot of emotion, but he is already old and has long been powerless against government affairs......

Chiyang frowned, and said suspiciously: "Grandpa, what do you mean?"

Yang Pu, the founding prince of the People's Republic of China, said in a deep voice: "The power position in the world is just a passing cloud, my Yang Nan's grandson has an awe-inspiring appearance, with a yin soldier and a green water appearance, the strange thing is that he was born in a scholarly family, but he is not very Confucian, he is not my Confucian heir, the old man is one of the three saints of Confucianism, and he is not a soldier of the family. The way of the Fazong, the descendants of the military sect are far away in the Kunlun Mountain of the Eastern Tianzhou, but the descendants of the Fazong are in the southern Styx realm, although the head of Kunlun Xuanxu Zhenren and I have never known each other, but I heard that the Kunlun faction lost the Xuanyan sword of the previous generation of the head of the god soldier Xuanyan Sword for his life, the old man has gone through decades, and he has tried his best to find this Xuanyan sword, as a capital for his grandson to get started, and he will not refuse. ”

Chiyang nodded, and he fully understood in his heart how much effort the old man in front of him had put into his grandson! Mortals learn literature and martial arts, but if they succeed, they can be sold to the emperor's family, but if they want to worship these outside the world to learn immortal arts, one must have a spiritual root and one must have a fate!

Isn't it because of his fire and yang appearance that he is qualified to enter the Xuantian Gate?

Xuantianmen is just a second-rate sect, and the techniques learned are mixed with 'soldiers and methods', but the Kunlun Bing Sect is the authentic sect of the world, and it is called the two holy places in the world together with the Styx Law Sect.

The disciples of the world's outer sects who are not excellent spiritual roots are not accepted, and the disciples have always been accepted by these masters themselves, if there is no reason, I am afraid that Kunlun will also let them turn away!

A Xuanyan sword is just a sword that sharpens iron like clay in the hands of mortals, but in the eyes of cultivators, it is a fairy family divine soldier that is difficult to find in the world! Kunlun's previous head Qingfeng Dao Chief and the demon saint Moro fell after a big battle, and the Xuanyan sword disappeared, and the Kunlun faction regarded it as a great shame, if the founding prince could send this divine soldier back to Kunlun, not to mention accepting his grandson as a disciple, even if it was difficult to ask the Kunlun faction to do it!

The old man waved his hand lightly, and a man in black behind him suddenly took out a jade box less than a foot from his arms, opened the jade box, and the red light rose to the sky, and the hall seemed to be on fire!

The shape of the Xuanyan sword is like a snake, the whole body is like fire, the sword is less than a foot long, with the cultivation of the Chiyang soldier, as soon as he approaches this divine weapon, the natal divine weapon mana in the eyebrows and acupoints actually faintly resonates, as if he wants to fly out of the acupoint and dance with the Xuanyan sword!

"What an immortal divine weapon!" Just glanced at it, where did Chiyang not know the endless spiritual power contained in this Xuanyan Sword? He solemnly reached out and took the jade box containing the Xuanyan Sword, solemnly put it in his arms, and nodded heavily in the face of the old man with a look of anticipation, "Old man, rest assured, as long as Chiyang has a breath, he will definitely send the little young master to the foot of Kunlun Mountain!"

The old man smiled happily and said to the man in black behind him, "Yang Da, go and call the little young master." ”

Yang Da with a cold expression took the order to go, and soon took Yang Nan, who was only twelve years old, into the main hall, Yang Nan was studying in the pavilion, and heard that his grandfather ordered him to go, and he was puzzled, he lived in the Duke's Mansion for twelve years, almost the door did not step, and the two doors did not go out, although he could read and ride horses and shoot arrows, but he could not go out one step! First, the old man was very strict with him, and secondly, although Chang'an was an imperial city, but there were still a lot of small nights, and Yang Pu was afraid that he would have any accidents when he was a minor, and he was not allowed to go out a step.

"The old man has always told himself to study the sage books or practice martial arts and swords, why does it seem a little strange today?" Yang Nan raised his little face, although he was puzzled in his heart, he still followed Yang Da into the main hall.

Yang Nan held the scroll in his hand and bowed down and said, "Grandson to see grandpa, grandpa is in good health today?"

The two lives are human, and the combined age is also in his thirties, but in the face of this old man who has been with him for more than ten years and is full of white hair, Yang Nan's 'grandfather' is sincere, in this world, maybe only the upright old man in front of him is his closest person......

The twelve-year-old boy has a long body, although he looks immature, but he has a vigorous and heroic spirit, and there is a sharp and sharp air between his eyebrows, no wonder Yang Pu said that he is not enough Confucianism, Confucian students have always been peaceful in their breath, although Yang Nan is young, but the breath on his body is like a sword out of the sheath, and there is a faint feeling that it is difficult to be a soldier.

Yang Pu smiled lovingly, the majesty of the past disappeared without a trace at this moment, and he beckoned lightly: "Grandson, come to grandpa, let grandpa take a good look at your ......." ”

Yang Nan's heart was shocked, the strange feeling became more and more intense, the old man used to speak harshly to himself, and he had extremely high requirements, whether it was reading and writing, poetry and songs, or military books and cavalry and archery, he was required to be proficient in everything, making himself miserable, and he had luxurious food and clothing in the Guogong Mansion, but every day there were seven or eight teachers who took turns to teach him, which was also a very terrifying life......

It is said that the prince in the palace of the Great Yuan is even more miserable, from the time he wakes up with his eyes, every half hour of twelve hours a day has to change a teacher, astronomy and geography, the hundred schools of thought, the strategy of governing the country, and the livelihood of the local people, all of which are the content to be learned!

One can imagine how miserable it is to be the heir of a dynasty!

Compared to the poor prince, Yang Nan is a lucky one......

Although he has been extremely tightly bound for the past twelve years, he also understands in his heart that the old man is doing this for his own good!

If he wasn't tasked with inheriting the position of the prince of the country and assisting the emperor, would the old man ask him like this?

Relying on the memory of rebirth, he was literate at the age of three, able to sing in five steps, catchy at the age of seven, hundreds of schools, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he could also know one or two of them in riding and archery swordsmanship, if such an achievement was not reborn with memory, it would be a dream!

However, even so, this sturdy old man was not satisfied, saying that he: throughout his life, he has no talent, and he is useless in governing the country and the country, and it is impossible to learn Confucianism and become a Confucian master!

You must know that when he was one year old, he spoke at the age of one, and at the age of seven he would write theories and evaluate the government and politics, and the songs he composed at the age of ten were all fine works that were sung in the world, and when he entered the palace at the age of thirteen to study with the emperor Taishang, he learned to be comparable to the great Confucianism at that time! At the age of fifteen, he became the youngest champion of all dynasties!

Then he married a princess, governed the place, and became an official in the court, and in less than ten years, he ascended to the position of Sanqing, becoming the youngest prince of Sanqing in history, and for more than 50 years, he has assisted three generations of emperors one after another, becoming a real veteran of the three dynasties!

Even the current emperor has to shout 'old lady' and 'old teacher' when he sees him! Others are standing and sitting on the golden hall, and the emperor is afraid when he starts a fire!

The art of Confucianism righteousness, the magic is incomparable, the name of the grandmaster is difficult to find in the world, in addition to the ancient sons and saints, the grandmaster cultivation has been regarded as the pinnacle of Confucianism in the world, its Confucianism can make all evils retreat, all ghosts are destroyed, the magic can not be described in words, the old man lived to be more than eighty years old without illness and disaster in his life, no matter the cultivation, acting, can be regarded as the real sage master in Confucianism.

He has received countless disciples in his life, and his protégés are all over the world, and there are not a few servants in his family who have become county commanders! No matter in the army, in the courts, as long as the five words of the founding prince Yangpu are mentioned, no one will not admire his uprightness and lifelong personality! If he had not spent all his energy on governing the world, it would not have been impossible for him to become a saint and become an immortal!

This kind of resume is really good......

Yang Nan, who has heard this history, sometimes secretly doubts in his heart, could this old man also travel through the crowd? This experience is also a little too good, can ordinary people do it?

The prestige and authority of the founding prince has reached its peak, but fortunately, the old lady never tolerated adultery and disciplined his disciples very strictly, but whenever there are traitors and criminals under his disciples, the punishment is always far greater than that of ordinary people! Even if a disciple of his protégé has a trace of bad deeds after becoming an official, he will not be merciful!

He only has civil officials under him, but no military generals, and he is even more promoted to the position of Taishi, and he does not hold a little power in his hands!

Maybe only in this way will the old prince and the old lady not be suspected by the emperor, right?

With such a good old man, Yang Nan's little genius is really nothing, even his twelve unsuccessful uncles, who are also outstanding in the local and military areas!

'Something must be wrong with the old man!' Yang Nan sighed in his heart, stepped forward and showed a smiling face, and said, "How can grandpa be interested in summoning his grandson to come today?"

Yang Nan sat on the couch, kissed the old man's dry and thin palm, stroked the protruding green tendons, and suddenly felt sour in his heart, the old man is over eighty years old, I am afraid of ......

Looking at the only bloodline left by this eldest son, Yang Pu stroked Yang Nan's hair lovingly, and said lightly: "Grandson, what do you think of the position of the prince of the country?"

'The old man seems to have something to say?' Yang Nan raised his head suspiciously, and replied with a deep sigh: "The grandson does not mean to be rich and noble, just to have enough food and clothing, if the uncles are forced to force each other, the grandson is not the prince of the country and has no regrets, as long as he is by his grandfather's side, although the grandson does not say anything rich and noble like floating clouds, but he does not care about false fame." ”

Yang Pu's eyes lit up, staring at Yang Nan's eyes and asking, "Is what Sun Er said sincerely?"

Yang Nan nodded calmly, he has never had any yearning for power, but his dead father was the eldest son of the Duke of the country, and he was the grandson of the prince, the dukedom of this country has become a responsibility rather than happiness, Yang Nan never shirked, he just endured it under the high pressure of the old man.

Yang Pu smiled warmly, in the end, it was his grandson, they had been together for twelve years, and they knew each other's temperament and ambitions, he held Yang Nan's little hand and sighed and said: "Okay, I will enter the palace tomorrow and ask the saint to make your second uncle Yang He his son-in-law, you can't stay in this country's mansion, I know that you yearn for the way of the gods, there is no better fairy mountain in the world than Kunlun, you will go to Kunlun tonight." ”

Yang Nan's heart was shocked, and he said in a trembling voice: "Grandpa, my grandson is still young, but you are already in your prime, why do you suddenly have this idea......" Yang Pu's expression at this time seemed to be explaining the future, how could this atmosphere of life and death not shock Yang Nan?

Although that is the place he longs for, it is not something that he will do right now! Yang Nan held the old man's hand, and he was puzzled in his heart, and he had a faint premonition of ominous - perhaps, the old man was really explaining the future......

Yang Pu smiled indifferently: "Twelve years ago, the demon star broke through the sky, the sky star was too displaced, the sky star was too broken, the Central Plains was bloody, the demons and monsters suddenly appeared, the world seems to be in chaos, the world's righteousness is in Confucianism, Confucianism Fang Yuan, Zuo Wang, the two old masters suddenly passed away one after another, the righteousness is depressed, the demon atmosphere is heavy, the demons and monsters began to run rampant, now, I am also going, if there is no chaos in the world, how can there be great governance? Even if you don't succeed in the immortal path, you can still inherit the incense for Yang Nan, can you remember?"

Yang Pu's ominous words made Yang Nan's heart even more confused, looking at the old man's eyes full of warnings, he said urgently: "Remember, the child remembers, it's just that grandpa has always been healthy, and there is a Confucian righteous qi to protect his body, how can there be any accidents?" Yang Nan was in a panic, the old man was one of the three Confucian masters! Which demon and monster dared to come to seek death? If it wasn't for the end of his life, even the emperor wouldn't dare to order him to be killed!

Yang Pu shook his head, his old face flashed a trace of gloom, and sighed: "Everyone dies, what if you are as strong as the emperor? Maybe only by learning the way of heaven can you jump out of reincarnation, the emperor star is dark, the sky is chaotic, you will know why this is in the future, you come here, I have seen your big brother Chiyang, from today on, you must follow behind Chiyang, see Chiyang as if you see me, if you don't go to Kunlun, you are never allowed to mess around, do you understand?" Yang Pu said in the end! Although this grandson is young, but precocious, he has no teacher, but he has never been far away, although Chiyang is loyal, but the master and servant are different, and he does not dare to control him too much, only by explaining in advance can he be obedient.

Yang Nan's heart was gloomy, the old man was full of Confucianism, although the prediction of death was magical, but there was nothing strange about it, but the old man who had been with him for more than ten years suddenly said that he was going to pass away, he was extremely sad in his heart, at this time, he saw Yang Pu with a look of anticipation, he could only endure the pain and nodded lightly, bowed to Chiyang who was standing on the side, and shouted: "Yang Nan has seen Brother Chiyang! It's not that he hasn't seen Chiyang, but he doesn't understand why the old man suddenly gave himself over to this awe-inspiring general?

Chiyang hurriedly helped Yang Nan up, and said in his mouth: "Little young master can't be like this, how can Chiyang be worthy of the word 'big brother'." ”

Yang Pu's sharp eyes gently swept over Chiyang and Yang Nan, and said: "Out of the Guogong Mansion, he is a grass people, the brothers are just right, Chiyang, my grandson will be handed over to you, tonight you will go out of the city from the secret road, there are good horses prepared outside the city, you remember, go all the way, don't reveal your identity, remember, don't go to Kunlun, don't reveal your true identity, otherwise you will have to worry about your life." ”

Chiyang's heart sank, knowing that the old man was not worried about those vicious sons, he immediately said in a deep voice: "Chiyang has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and the old man can rest assured that even if Chiyang is dead, he will not teach the little master to lose a single hair." ”

Chiyang's Taoist cultivation is very amazing, Yang Pu nodded reassuringly, looked at Yang Nan who had returned to calm, and praised in his heart, Yang Nan did not cry like a child, he already had the demeanor of Yang Jiaerlang, he waved his hand, and the four servants beside him stepped forward together, bowing their heads and waiting for orders.

Looking at the old man whispering softly to the servants, Yang Nan sighed, knowing in his heart that the old man had arranged his future properly, looking at this style, the four domestic servants who grew up in the house must also have some arrangements, since the old man can go through three dynasties without falling, far-sightedness is naturally very within the reach of people, and the arrangements for the aftermath are almost complete.

With the old man's plan, even if he doesn't go to Kunlun, there is no problem if he wants to live safely in the world, but the old man is so aggressive and anxious to send himself away, is he really not alive for a few days?

The old man, who has always been strict, tried his best to arrange the aftermath for himself, but he couldn't help at all, which made Yang Nan extremely disappointed......

After a while, Yang Da, Yang Er, Yang San, Yang Si, the four of them were ordered to leave the mansion and disappeared into the distance on a fast horse, Chiyang took Yang Nan's hand and saw that his expression was gloomy, and said softly: "Little young master, the old man is old, there is a reason for this arrangement, you don't have to be sad." ”

Yang Nan nodded unconsciously at Shang Chiyang's pair of blazing eyes, there is no problem with the character arranged by the old man, this big brother Chiyang has a strange skill and a resolute temperament, the old man must be willing to entrust him with a twelve-year-old child, he must have the ability to send himself to Kunlun!

Who can know that there is a mature soul hidden in his small body? Yang Nan clenched Chiyang's hand and said sincerely: "Brother Chiyang, you will call me Anan in the future, I am no longer a young master, grandpa trusts you so much, eldest brother does not have to be polite, you will have to worry more about eldest brother in the future." "What kind of Guogong and Young Master status can be used? When it really comes to the critical time, it just depends on the character of the person, Yang Nan is not a fool, and he doesn't put any small Guogong on the shelf of this master Chiyang.

Although Chiyang knew that this little grandfather was smart and not as good as ordinary people, he was still a little shocked, and he nodded unceremoniously and said, "Okay, I'll call you Anan in the future!"