In the winter of the 33rd year of Tianshun in the Tang Empire, on March 3, a heavy snow fell for three days and three nights.

The mountains in the distance, the pavilions in the distance, and the road under your feet are full of white.

Luoyang City, which is covered in silver, is a lively market in the past, but there is not a single pedestrian on the street at this moment.

Don't talk about pedestrians, even the sound of livestock can't be heard. There was silence all around, and occasionally on the branches, the snow on the eaves of the house should be too thick, and pieces and piles slipped down, leaving some mutilated white and unusual sounds, and the neighing of three falcons in the sky pierced the sky, and the whole white world suddenly felt cold......

"Knock ......" a muffled sound.

The sound of the ancient bell of the ancient temple White Horse Temple cracking like a landslide cracking, cutting through the white silence of noon, making people feel dull.

"I've been listening to this bell for five years!"

I don't know when, there were two people, an old man and a young man, standing on the corner of the street.

It was a young man who spoke, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in green clothes, black and vertical hair, ink-dyed sword eyebrows, dark and deep eyes, glowing with cold cold, thin and lightly pursed lips, the outline was as sharp as if it had been carved, he was slender and straight, seemingly cold and arrogant but imposing, and exuded an awe-inspiring righteousness in his independence.

"Are you anxious?" said the old man indifferently. He was also dressed in green clothes, more than seven feet tall, three thousand silver threads were flying in the wind, and his messy hair blocked half of his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

It is strange that the old and young people stepped on the thick snow without the slightest trace.

"No!" replied the boy.

The old man smiled without saying a word, and did not look at the young man beside him, but moved his gaze to the direction of Dongcheng on the edge of the imperial city in front of the street.

Suddenly, the old man vanished, leaving countless afterimages in the air.

Suddenly, with a scream, the boy fell into the snow more than four feet deep, revealing half of his body, which was the opposite of what he looked like when he was standing, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"The bell of the white horse is ringing, who is the master of ups and downs? The road is long and dangerous, and it is okay to climb it after climbing!" The old man's voice came, and the young man was stunned.

I remember that last year there were only the first two sentences, and there were no last two sentences. But he listened to the first two sentences for four whole years, and he was stunned to understand what he meant? Every time he asked the bad old man Zhuge Wenwu just now, he always smiled and said incomprehensibly: The time has not come, the time has not come......

And this year, the last two sentences don't sound neat. It seems that Master, his old man's disappointment in himself has increased a little more?

Thinking of this, the young man was not discouraged, on the contrary, his eyes were full of determination, he looked at Luoshui, which was already frozen, and then looked at Dongcheng, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, chasing towards the direction of the master, the speed was extremely fast, but there was no afterimage, but he left footprints all the way on the snow half a meter deep, an inch deep.

Erli, which was not far away, although he couldn't do it between the master's frowns, the young man was also fast.

But as soon as he stopped and stood up straight, the old man said, "Moying, one glance is enough, let's go back to other mountains." ”

The young man, known as the Ink Shadow, looked up. The snow seemed to hide the signs of depression in the mansion, and even the two majestic stone lions on either side of the door entered a period of sleep.

Above the faded vermilion lacquer gate, the plaque hanging has experienced many baptisms of nature, and it is full of cracks and signs of decay.

Heartache! Ink Shadow remembers the happiness behind the front door, it was the happiness that belonged to him. It's just that he deliberately doesn't want to think about those former joys, because he has turned into sorrow, he always feels that he is a mistake.

Or......

Every year on the third day of March, the master would bring himself here, but he never let himself in, he knew it, and the master knew it......

Standing quietly in place, the past flashed in his mind: the warm embrace and gentle laughter of his mother, his father's stern and incomprehensible crying, his eldest brother's encouragement again and again, and his childhood playfulness......

"The speed is much faster than before, you have been remembering it for a long time, but this is useless!" The old man Zhuge Wenwu's faint words interrupted Mo Ying's review, but there was obviously a trace of heartache in his eyes.

"Of course it's useless, since it's useless, why don't you stay and don't go?"

Mo Ying looked towards the voice, an empty corner in front of the mansion, a hundred meters away. There stood a man who looked twenty-seven or eighteen, burly, dressed in plain clothes, with a bald head as if he had just been greased, and looked out of place in the winter. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, thick lips that are slightly upturned after speaking, and a hint of evil smile inadvertently hangs on the corner of his mouth, which looks unstoppable or arrogant.

"Self-confidence is a good thing, but it's also a bad thing. The old man Zhuge Wenwu said lightly, and there was not the slightest expression on his face.

Mo Ying looked at the master, then at the arrogant bald man and asked, "Who are you, why are you here, and why are you blocking our way?"

"Road, where is the road?Young people just talk a lot of nonsense, you shouldn't ask these questions!" The bald man didn't answer Mo Ying's question directly, but he looked disdainful when he answered the question.

Mo Ying was about to ask a rhetorical question, but met the gaze of his master Zhuge Wenwu to stop him. He smiled and said, "What if you enter the Immeasurable Realm?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhuge Wenwu's figure disappeared, and the next second he stood in front of the shiny bald man, still with that faint smile on his face.

"You ......" The bald man showed a look of surprise on his face, and then he was frightened, he couldn't believe it at all, this seemingly ordinary old man, who couldn't feel any cultivation aura on his body, could actually let himself feel the pressure of thousands of mountains at a glance, and he couldn't even speak, and he didn't seem to do anything, just looked at himself calmly.

And his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, and the body that was still supported by mental strength began to sink, sinking into the snow inch by inch, and the lack of strength to fight back made the pride he had just now turned into despair and fear.

"Xuanye, can perceive at the age of eight, realize at the age of ten, enter the Xuan at the age of fifteen, enter the knowledge at the age of twenty-two, and then take six years to enter the immeasurable, can be described as the leader of the younger generation, invincible in the immeasurable realm, the people of the rivers and lakes call "crazy?"

After Zhuge Wenwu finished speaking, he shook his head, and the hair that was originally blown messy by the wind turned out to be strangely as if it had just been combed.

At this moment of shaking his head, Xuan Ye began to cough violently, lowered his head and gasped for breath and did not forget to ask, "Who are you?"

"Self-righteous invincible, too inflated, I could have killed you, but it is not easy for me to remember that your cultivation is not easy, it is not easy for me to be a young genius in Tang Kingdom, maybe in a few years, you will be able to peek through the door and enter the Xuantong realm, it is a pity to kill." ”

Ahh

"Who is the senior?" Genye's tone became respectful, but behind this respect was full of suspicion, I have never seen you, why are you so familiar with my past and present?

You don't need to know who I am! If I don't kill you, because of an old man, someone else will take your life, and you have too much blood on your hands, so pay it back slowly. ”

After Zhuge Wenwu finished speaking, he raised his right hand and waved it gently, his movements seemed to be rambling, but in fact he was fast, and the next moment the bald man Xuanye flew out directly, and the snow of half a meter flew out to both sides, opening a ditch on the thick snow, and then smashed heavily under a big tree in the corner, and passed out directly.

......

Looking at the snow falling from the trees covering Xuanye's body, Zhuge Wenwu looked at the ink shadow, he just glanced at it, and suddenly the old and young disappeared out of thin air, no one knew how they left, why they came here, and where they went......

......

If the mountains and rivers are the same, Shenzhou can be celebrated for thousands of years!

My Tang Empire has always governed the country with literature and security with martial arts. Not only are the people healthy, the people are simple, they have always been proud of being a gentleman, and the country is open and the belief is free.

Emperor Li Hao, who has been on the throne for more than 20 years, cannot talk about sages or fools. However, the domineering and unreasonable of the Li family were brought into full play, only because of the fact that there was a nursery rhyme among the people who did not know when: The prince is born, the three dragons are combined, the night is swallowed, the day is over, the world is fighting, the blood and rain are numerous, and the people are sad......

At first, the emperor didn't think so, after all, this country belongs to the Li family, and the world is also the Li family. How can you believe it when it comes to folk rumors?

But later, I didn't know whose sentence it was: Whether it is the country or the world, it is all his Li family, but it is not his Li family this day!

Emperor Li Hao has slowly fallen ill since then.

Whenever I think of what the Heavenly Ministers Pavilion Lord Land Liangong said: The three dragons are together, and the world is contending? His Majesty the Emperor will lose the Holy Ming, after all, this matter is a big deal.

As for whether it is holy or not? Anyway, it is all sage.

Who can guess the emperor's thoughts, and who dares to speculate?

Heart disease is heart disease, because of the royal face and the sentence left by the ancestors, "Love the people like sons." "You can't kill all the people who tell rumors, right? What's more, this matter was also born because of the prince, and the earth and the palace arose.

It's easy to kill a pavilion master who is imprisoned in the Tianxiang Pavilion, but you can't kill your beloved son with your own hands, right?

The emperor is the emperor after all, and he is still a saint!

After a few careful considerations, the great sin of the "Zhulian Nine Clans" was given to the neighboring Northern Alliance. It's just that the Northern allies are too unlucky, and it rains a bull's back that shouldn't have rained.

The Tang Empire and the Northern Allies have always had trade contacts, there are often merchants walking between the two countries, each caravan has a customs clearance document issued by the imperial court, for many years, there is nothing to do, and it has also made an indescribable contribution to the economic prosperity of the two countries.

Who would have expected that one day in the summer, at the border monument, when a group of merchants rested, the sky was not beautiful, first lightning and thunder, thunder and thunder, and then dark clouds rolling, torrential rain poured.

Coincidentally, this is the day of the Tang Empire, but the Northern Alliance on the other side of the boundary monument is shining brightly.

Out of curiosity, the leader of the caravan shouted something that the emperor of the Northern Alliance could not even shout his grievances: The sky of the Tang Dynasty has changed, and the sky of the Tang Dynasty has changed......

When these words reached the ears of Li Hao, the emperor of the Tang Kingdom, Long Yan was furious, and immediately dispatched 100,000 tiger and wolf troops to sweep the entire Northern Alliance, and wiped a country that had been inherited for hundreds of years from the map.

Even today, the people of the Northern Alliance don't know the real why?

Wronged or not?

Emperor Li Hao is clear about whether he is wronged, and the Northern Alliance is also clear. But who dares to speak?

No one dared, not even the child who sang nursery rhymes......

In the words of Emperor Li Hao: I am the sky, how can the world of my Li family allow you to wait for the night to talk nonsense?

This not only did not insult the wisdom of the ancestors, but also played a role in deterring the world and setting an example for chickens and monkeys, so that the neighboring countries of Nanyue, Yueyu, and Risang, which had always had ideas, suddenly quieted down.

Envoys from several countries returned to China after paying tribute and saying: The Tang Empire must not be criticized for rumors, and it is not allowed to make monsters.

It's a holy thing?

Emperor Li Hao believed in his own affairs and said from home behind closed doors......

It's not ......