In the first month of the first year of the Great Song Dynasty, the northern city was snowed.

Since the Song State ceded the thirty-six prefectures and counties of Beimang to Da Liang, the soldiers at the border pass have not drunk such a strong wind and snow for a long time.

In Heibao's words, this winter, I finally can't see the northern city crying.

A city is covered in silver, and a group of people are soaring into the sky.

On the vast snowfield, thousands of soldiers have already trained. The goose feather snow fell from the sky, but it was melted in the air by the heat emitted by the soldiers.

Han Qingsil, the head of the sword and gun head of the northern city, stood at the head of the city, he punched, and the soldiers below also punched. With every punch he thrown, a faint flow of air rippled from his punch.

As a master who has passed the six veins, he does have the capital to be the head of this general coach.

Suddenly, he violently turned his fist into a claw and pulled forward, this move of the black tiger digging out the heart, it is the basic move of Xingyi Quan that must be practiced by martial arts practitioners.

But as soon as he made this move, he heard someone next to him laughing.

"Sect Leader Han, your move is really anticlimactic. Although there is the courage of a tiger, there is no momentum of a tiger. Fallen down, dropped down. Immediately, the man burst out laughing.

The man who spoke was a handsome boy with a fur scarf wrapped around his neck. This person's name is Dong Ping, and he was dug out of the ice of Songshan Lake three years ago by the general who defended the northern city.

I remember that it snowed heavily that winter.

Han Qingzhu yelled at the bottom: "Practice on your own." He took the hot towel handed over by his entourage and wiped his face full of stubble, he glanced at Dong Ping, who was lying in a rocking chair and holding an umbrella, and said: "Tsk, with Dong's martial arts attainments in joining the army, I am afraid that it will not be a problem to enter the sword ruins." ”

Han Qingzhu's words were full of ridicule, who in the whole Great Song Dynasty didn't know that the Sword Ruins of the First Sword Sect were originally in Cangzhou in the north. Seven years ago, it was also returned to Daliang along with the cutting of land.

"Sword Ruins..."

Dong Ping raised his head to look ahead, he pursed his lips, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes were furrowed together. Han Qingzhu was a little surprised, he had never seen such a serious Dong Ping.

Dong Ping, who had been serious for a while, stood up suddenly and spat on the ground: "That place, there is no wind and bones!"

With that, the swinger jumped away with an umbrella and trouser legs.

Anyone who knows Dong Ping knows that he is not a pervert, but he is afraid of soiling the newly made clothes that have just been made by the tailor in the city.

Han Qingzhu was relieved, Dong Ping was still the twenty-year-old who didn't know anything. A poor and sophisticated declining gentleman.

He also spat on the ground: "Come on! Split the chair where Dong Senjun sat and bake the fire for the brothers!"

Han Qingzhu doesn't like Dong Ping, because Dong Ping is a little white face who is powerless, but he always likes to talk about martial arts with him. And because of this little white face who came out of the middle of the road, he inexplicably became a member of the army in the northern city. What's more, because Dong joined the army, he is a poisonous tiger.

Some people dislike it, some people like it.

When Dong Ping entered the gambling house in the city with an umbrella, the room full of gamblers cheered. A group of people stopped what they were doing and hugged Dong Ping. Dong Ping is good at this, when he receives his military salary every month, he comes to this gambling house to play such a hand. Who is a regular visitor here who doesn't know that Dong joins the army who will lose every gamble.

Looking at the burning eyes of this group of people, Dong Ping knew that they were looking at the little silver in their purses.

One person rubbed his hands and asked with a smile: "Dong joins the army, is it big or small today?"

Dong Ping also learned from him and rubbed his hands with a smile: "There are still three days left on the fifteenth day of the first month, and the leopard is full of pressure!"

The men scattered in an uproar, and pressed all the money in their bosoms above the size.

Lao Wang, the man in the army, wiped his nose, and said with tears: "Dong joins the army, little old man feels sorry for you!"

With that, Lao Wang pressed the coffin on the leopard.

The lonely two grains of broken silver are like the lonely Dong Ping and Lao Wang.

Lao Wang's loneliness lies in the fact that his children and grandchildren, who have fought bloodily for the Great Song Dynasty for many years, are all buried in the thirty-six states of Beimang, which he may not be able to reach in his life.

Dong Ping's loneliness lies in his soul. If he knew that when he opened his eyes, he saw a big Song with a broken backbone, he would rather freeze to death in the lake of Shanshan.

Dong Ping muttered to himself: "Lao Wang, sometimes it supports me to live." It's the little bit of spirit that remains in you immortal veterans. ”

After that, Dong Ping slapped the gambling table and shouted: "Open!"

That momentum, sonic boom galaxy!

And with it trembled, and the silver on the table, and the hearts of the gamblers in the house. This Dong Ping, when did he become so courageous?

Dong Ping really looked down on this group of gamblers in his heart, if they used the mind of deceiving themselves to deal with Da Liang, then the thirty-six states would have been collected long ago.

As soon as the sieve cup opened, three bright red dots burned everyone's eyes.

Dong Ping won, and he won back all the silver he had lost, including the principal and interest.

When Dong Ping carried the silver under the hem of his long coat and walked out of the gambling house with an umbrella, the eyes of those gamblers were still blank. Dong Ping and Lao Wang were walking on the long silver-white street, and the bungalow was covered with snow.

It's almost the fifteenth Lantern Festival, and the street is too deserted, with only a few children in small flower jackets chasing a broken lantern on the long street.

Dong Ping and Lao Wang seem to have changed today, Lao Wang is holding the silver and smiling, Dong Ping is frowning and sad.

"Dong joins the army, Dong joins the army, looking at this heavy snow, this year must be a good year!" said Lao Wang.

Dong Ping was relieved, yes, this year will definitely be good.

He laughed and skimmed the umbrella.

"Ruixue Zhaofeng year!"

All the silver in his pocket was sprinkled into the sky by him, silver and snow white intertwined, and at this moment, it was brilliantly tight.

Dong Ping, who was happy, went to the west of the city to find Heibao non-stop. When they hear Heibao, most people will think that this is a half-grown naughty boy. But Heibao is a thirty-six-year-old middle-aged man, a depressed reader who is full of talent but has fallen behind for half his life.

Among the people in this city, there are not many people who can be liked by Dong Ping, and Heibao is one. Because every time Heibao saw him, he called him Gongzi.

Dong Ping knew that everyone in the northern city knew that he was dug out of the Songshan Lake by Ma Ansheng, the general who defended the city. A person who has never practiced martial arts, where can he survive in the ice for a few days and nights. Therefore, the people in the city called him Dong to join the army openly, and secretly called him a demon.

Dong Ping didn't like the two titles of demon and Dong Senjun. He only likes the sound of Heibao calling him, this sentence is softer than the most delicate beauty, and more delicious than the most fragrant delicacies.

The house of the Heibao family is very large, and it has been handed down from the ancestors.

When Dong Ping entered the big mansion, Hei Bao was wearing a single coat and holding a copy of "Tong Caring for the Ancients" written by Li Yin, a former dynasty lyricist, and reciting.

Looking at Heibao's appearance, Dong Ping couldn't help but think of the scene when it rained in ice and rain the year before last. The ice and rain of the previous year was very cold and cold, and when everyone ran home, Heibao ran wildly outside the northern city. He pointed to the mottled and withered walls and shouted, "City, weep!"

Heibao is handsome, but the sword eyebrows and starry eyes are wrinkled into a rockery.

"Hello sir. Dong Ping said respectfully.

"Childe is good. Heibao folded his waist very low, more respectfully.

Dong Ping thought that he and Heibao were confidants, but Heibao felt that Dong Ping and himself were more like master and servant.

Dong Ping folded the umbrella and placed it on the snow-covered table. The snow was still falling, and after a while, Dong Ping, who was sitting quietly, became a snowman, and Hei Bao stood motionless next to him.

When the heavy snow completely buried the two of them, Dong Ping shook his body vigorously, shivered, and said in a trembling voice: "A pillar of incense, come into the house to warm up." ”

In the towering snowdrift, Black Treasure didn't respond to him. Dong Ping swept up the heavy snow, revealing the black treasure that had been frozen inside.

Dong Ping resisted Heibao into the house with four walls, and lit a fire. The wood in the brazier was peeled off, and the sound was particularly striking on a snowy day.

Two years ago, Dong Ping agreed with Heibao that if it snowed in this northern city. The two of them did nothing, and stayed quietly in the snow for an hour.

The burning stick in Dong Ping's hand was rummaging in the brazier, and when he saw Heibao waking up, he sneered: "Mr. Hei, you are really stupid." Wear a single coat and dare to be next to each other in the wind and snow. ”

Heibao coughed twice: "Since you have made an appointment with your son, you should do what you say." ”

"Next year should be a good year, when the spring list is over, Mr. Hei will go, and you should get a champion this year. Dong Ping muttered softly.

"Oh, spring exam. It's time to go. "Mr. Heibao Hei wrapped himself in a quilt, and this seat is still warm.

"Now the Great Song Dynasty is paralyzed like mud, and there is a lack of hard bones like Mr. Hei in the court. In the next few days, I am also leaving, and I am here today not only to fulfill my promise, but also to say goodbye to my husband. Dong Ping said lightly.

"Childe is leaving!" Heibao sat up from the bed with a carp.

"Hey, sir, don't be so excited. Now the mountains and rivers are broken, and the country will not be a country. Sir's method of saving the country is to become an official by gaining fame, and my method of saving the country is to be a master, the top kind of master. Dong Ping said with a smile.

"Go, Childe. When Childe came out of Songshan Lake three years ago, I knew that Childe was not a mortal like me. But where is Childe going to find this way to become the best master?" said Heibao.

"To the north, the former Song, the current Liao. ”

Heibao was slightly stunned for a moment, but his face calmed down in an instant, and he repeated in his mouth: "Go, Childe go......"

Today, it is not only snowing in the north, but also in the 36 prefectures of Beimang, the entire territory of the Great Liao Kingdom.

The heavy snow shrouded thousands of miles, and there was no boundary between the white sky and the earth.

Will this heavy snow bring a good year, or will the eternal night be approaching?

Dong Ping didn't know, and Heibao didn't know either