Finally, an autumn rain and a cold, in a gust of autumn wind, the cold winter is coming, which makes people a little unprepared, and the north wind is howling.

Winter in the north always comes very early, just take off the summer clothes and put on cotton clothes, spring and autumn are particularly short.

Wrapped in silver, thousands of miles of ice and snow, it is very beautiful, but for the ordinary people born here, only the cold all over the body, the cold wind roaring at night and night is so biting, and the crystal snowflakes are not chanted a poem for them.

Withered vines and old trees, desolate all over the wilderness, this is the best portrayal of the winter in the north, in the wilderness, the lonely grave and the dead tree accompanying, there has long been no traces, maybe one day the weather is good, a little temperature of the sun can bring a trace of vitality to this place, after a cold winter, but a few more new graves have been added.

In the city of Quzhou, war can be divided into seasons, and they are still practicing non-stop, waiting for those who have wolf ambitions.

After more than a month of recruitment, there are now more than 20,000 people, if it was placed in the past, it can definitely dominate one side, but now, Quzhou, which has become the target of public criticism, has more than 20,000 people and horses are not enough at all, and it is still difficult to protect themselves.

The Iron Blood Battalion, this is the most elite division among them, although there were only nineteen people left in the last battle, but all of them were brave, a few bloody battles, and the strength has made a qualitative leap, and it is difficult for ordinary people in the rivers and lakes to match it, enough to be alone.

After several selections and expansions, there are now 1,300 people in the Iron Blood Battalion, and Wan Er is confident that even those elite divisions of the Split Land Princes, my Iron Blood will dare to fight.

Speaking of the vertical and horizontal iron cavalry, all the descendants of the soldiers and horses, four hundred people, led by Xie Xuan, all wearing heavy armor, the war horses neighed, for them, Wan Er can be said to have made a bloody investment, every cavalry is smashed out with money, this will be their weapon to win.

"Iron old man, how did you say you became the Mo family giant?"

In the blacksmith shop, Wan Er was dressed in shabby cotton clothes, holding a blackened sweet potato in his hand and said, that look, where does it look like a hegemon.

"You kid knows a fart, when I was young, it was a graceful and suave time, the jade tree is in the wind, I don't know how many women in the rivers and lakes are devoted to me, how can you think of an ant like you. Mo Zizhai said.

Now he doesn't have the momentum of the Mo family giant, because the sweet potato in his mouth has not been swallowed, he can't speak clearly, probably because he ate too fast, and the beard on the side of his mouth is sticky with crumbs.

These two people are gathered together, really like two ordinary grandchildren who can't be ordinary anymore, but they both think they are grandfathers.

"Hmph, you just blow it, return the heroine of the rivers and lakes, just like you, which woman can look at you blindly, if it is really as you said, why are you going to hook up with Uncle Wang and his daughter-in-law. Wan Er said, it's strange to believe his words.

He was the only one who dared to talk to Mo Zizhai like this, but everyone else was cautious, for fear of upsetting him.

"Don't fuck your nonsense, Lao Tzu's reputation has been ruined by you. The old man said and couldn't help but slap Wan Er on the head a few times.

"Old man Tie, you see that I am also a big boss, why don't you tell me a daughter-in-law?" Wan Er changed his words and said.

"Get out, get out, you will die of this heart, and you will not pee according to your own virtues, and you are also worthy of my daughter?" said the old man Tie, obviously, this is not the first time Wan Er has mentioned it, the daughter in his mouth is naturally his goddaughter Ning Qingwei.

Who doesn't know Wan Er's careful thoughts, but he has fallen in love with the power of the Mo family, but what he thinks is too beautiful, not only to take advantage of the Mo family, but also to hug the beauty, how can there be such a good thing, he is angry when he thinks about the matter of Wang Dao last time.

Listening to his words, Wan Er didn't care, he was just sincere that the iron old man was open, and he could really marry that woman, even if she really married, he might not dare to marry, thinking of that enchanting figure, it was really horny, but ordinary people couldn't control it.

Really at this time, a monk outside the door is stepping on the snow, leaving a long series of footprints on the white snow, in this vast world, is so lonely, really like his person, difficult to be understood by the world.

"Why is he here?" Mo Zizhai groaned, puzzled.

"Who?" Wan Er asked, rarely serious.

"A strange man. Mo Zizhai replied, and there was even a little respect in his tone, which could make him say that this person was definitely extraordinary, and what a big man came to Quzhou City.

"Yao Guangxiao came to visit and invited the Mo family giant to go out and see him. "The monk stood at the door like this, in that holy world, and I don't know if my heart is like this scene.

"What's the matter?" Mo Zizhai said, but he didn't get up and go out, it was a little strange that the two of them were talking like this.

"It's nothing else, it's just that I haven't seen it for many years, and I just happened to pass by here to visit an old friend. The monk opened his mouth and said, not happy or sad, such a scene was not what he expected.

He is no longer young, his face is withered, and after the age of the sixtieth year, the loess is buried in his neck, and he may be suddenly surprised one day.

Hearing his words, Mo Zizhai sighed softly, almost got up, but in the end he still didn't go out, leaving only the weeping monk standing in the icy sky, not knowing if the thin robe could withstand the cold wind.

"This farewell, I am afraid that it will be difficult to see each other again in this life, and I hope that I will cherish it in the future. Yao Guangxiao spoke again, not at all dissatisfied with being turned away.

After saying that, he turned around and left, still following the row of footprints when he came, coming like this, going like this, he was like this.

"Where are you going?" Mo Zizhai asked.

"You should see the unseen. Yao Guangxiao said, did not turn around, the two of them were not loud, but they were still clearly audible.

"Have you ever entered the door?" Mo Zizhai asked again.

"Not yet. As he spoke, Yao Guangxiao's voice became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared with his figure where the row of footprints met the canopy.

How sad it is to come from thousands of miles away, and to go to those thousands of miles, just to see one, but how can he not know what the result is, I am afraid that no one can see it, and no one who should see it has not seen.

"Why do you bother? Mo Zizhai sighed, but the monk had already heard it.

"Why is that?" Wan Er couldn't help but ask, he was really a little puzzled, obviously the two of them had a heart, but they were separated by a wooden door.

This is the result he wants. Mo Zizhai said, the secret of which is unknown.

But Yao Guangxiao's name, Wan Er can be said to be like thunder, I am afraid that within the four seas, no one knows and no one knows, the Ming Dynasty is a different monk, the teacher of the emperor, his life is mixed, praise is passed on by thousands of people, and he is also burdened with countless infamy, it is really a generation of strange people.