Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Old Man with the Wooden Box

The climate in this part of Dongzhou is a bit strange in this year's winter months.

In the vast world, in the general realm, spring, autumn, winter and summer are always distinctive, and the four seasons are different, so people have to do different things.

In the spring, I go to enjoy the flowers, in the summer I go to catch cicadas, in the autumn I go to pick fruits, and in the winter, I don't do anything but watch the snow.

The vast snow covers the world, put up a furnace of charcoal fire, find a lake by the riverside, and watch the snow all over the sky, which should be regarded as a beautiful thing that can not be more beautiful.

But this year's Dongzhou, the blame is here.

At this time in the past, not to mention the snowfall, it was at least a foot thick of snow.

But this year, except for the days when October was near the end, a light snow was sprinkled, or a small snow about the size of a little finger, and other than that, there was no better scenery of the snow.

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The people of Dongzhou are talking about this.

Although the rain and thunder of the Dragon King is something that God should worry about, but the common people are just talking about it, and God will never be angry about it.

The farmer who has planted the land all his life said that there is no snow in Dongzhou this year because God is napping, this God is the same as people, he wants to eat and sleep, and he takes a nap when he has nothing to do, and it is not in the way.

But the monk who asked for the Tao didn't think so.

In this part of Dongzhou, the monks who set foot on the path of cultivation all said that this year's Dongzhou, the killing qi was too heavy, and the bloody qi dispersed and collided with this heaven and earth, and knocked away some of the original order of heaven and earth, and sooner or later it will be retributed.

Among them, there are some young, strong-blooded monks, who want to go to this Fusang City for a walk, and feel that this Fusang City is just a mere mortal city, and with their own strength, they should be able to persuade the people inside not to create and kill again.

Merely.

Whenever this happens, the old-timers of the older generation will remind them that there is a woman with a sword in this Fusang city, and this woman with a sword is not particularly good-tempered.

Moreover, there is one more thing that this woman knows to everyone:

This woman is invincible with a sword.

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There are also some people who don't care about these doors at all.

Most of these people are martial artists who are mixed in the rivers and lakes, and they have their own faction of martial arts, and they don't rely on God to reward food, so if you don't give face to God, what do you have to do with them?

Pity.

In Dongzhou this year, in Fusang City, the people of the rivers and lakes who do not kneel to the king of the temple and disdain the people have died the most.

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In Fusang City, the initial situation of the victory and defeat between the Xiaomen and the four major families has collapsed, and since the Zhao family was destroyed by the Xiaomen and the Li family, the situation in this city has changed.

In the past, with the destruction of the Zhao family, the Li family began to put the wolf's ambition on the bright side, and it became the current Xiaomen and the Li family, the Sun family and the Zhang family.

On the second day when the Li family and Xiaomen were revealed, the Zhang family and the Sun family had a fight with Xiaomen and the Li family, with countless casualties, and the situation on both sides was quite tragic.

But that's not the end of the story.

Because this battle of countless dead people has not ended, and it has not stopped until this moment.

Except for Dongfang Fang Lan, the rest of the people in the Xiaomen were desperate, even if it was Leng Zhu's identity, they were running in the blood of the stumps.

Zhang Kulin and Sun Wushuang did not come forward, but Li Loutai, who was also the head of the family, relied on the cultivation of the Creation Realm, and in the confrontation between the Zhang family and the Sun family, he took countless heads.

Li Chen's previous battle with Dongfang Fang Lan caused his own strength to plummet, falling from the ninth layer to the fifth layer of creation, but it did not mean that the former head of the Li family was not strong, at this moment, Li Chen was eyeing in the dark, waiting for the final battle that would come soon.

As for Li Junyu, since that day under the city of Fusang City, after being repelled by Chu Buwei, he seemed to be a different person, walking through this strife of countless corpses, blocking and killing.

The young head of the Li family, who was once looked down upon by the people in the city for his weakness and kindness, has gradually become what the people living in this city should be in this city that he can't leave for the rest of his life.

Today's Li Junyu is no longer the young head of the Li family who calls himself Li Timid, and today's Li Junyu is Li Junyu.

Li Junyu who turned from good to evil.

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Outside Fusang City, more than ten miles away from the gate of the city, a figure appeared.

It's not strange that someone is hurrying in the cold wind.

But in this cold wind as cold as a knife, there is an old man over half a hundred years old who is on the way, but it is a big strange thing.

What's even weirder.

This old man, his bones are old, and he is thin and short, not to mention that this cold wind can blow the old man away.

But such an old man, who was old and short, weak and thin, carried a wooden box more than five feet long on his back.

The pale cyan wooden box was like a piece of jade, and it slept quietly on the old man's back.

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So there is such a scene:

The dry and cold wind whistled by, and on the path more than ten miles away from the head of Fusang City, there was a thin old man, carrying a large wooden box on his back, slowly walking forward in the cold wind.

The old man's hair had long been gray, his face was old and his eyes were weak, but for some reason, there was no trace of twilight on the old man's body.

The old man walked step by step from far to near, and his steps were not slow.

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Maybe the old man is tired and wants to find a place to rest.

The old man with his hair stopped and looked up.

There was no one around.

Except for the forest at the foot of the mountain not far away, there is a small tea shop.

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After a while, the wooden door of the small tea shop was pushed open, and the old man with a full head of gorgeous hair stepped into the tea shop from outside the wooden door with a little cold wind.

The shopkeeper of the tea shop has always been a casual person, and opening a tea shop in a place where this kind of bird does not is to make a living, in case there is a guest officer who has too much silver to spend is in a good mood, and throws a penny and a half silver to himself, and the shopkeeper's face can smile with flowers.

At this time, seeing such a half-buried old man coming in from outside the door, the shopkeeper of the tea shop was greatly disappointed.

Disappointment is disappointment, this business still has to be done.

The shopkeeper opened his mouth and asked the old man what kind of tea he wanted, but the old man did not say anything at first.

The old man who entered the tea shop first put the wooden box flat on the tea table, wiped the dust on the wooden box, and then asked for a good pot of tea.

After that, the old man took out a pale yellow book and read the words in a very low voice.

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Outside the tea shop, the mountain wind is howling.

Inside the tea shop, the fragrance of tea is attractive.

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