Zhenwu Mountain.

The golden maple is gorgeous, the stone sword is in the sky, and the majestic mountain stands on the west peak of Chang'an, quietly watching the changes of thousands of miles. Lush ancient maples, all over the mountains, reflected by the scorching sun into dozens of miles of verdant forests.

The main peak of the true martial arts, the top of the stone sword, the five old men from the south have been cheeky and have lived in the small building for a long time. Playing at sunrise, sleeping peacefully at sunset, and planting a few vegetable fields on the spot with a hoe when I have nothing to do. Looking at their happy appearance all day long, you can know that the days in Zhenwu Mountain are definitely much more comfortable than Yueyang.

"Eh, senior sister, don't take this step, go here. ”

"No, no, it's time to go here. ”

"Tsk, can you shut up?"

“......”

Six cups of tea, a pot of boiling water, a chessboard, two old women sitting opposite each other, and the four old men stared at each other like annoying flies, nagging.

These two old women who are playing the game must be enemies in their previous lives, otherwise how could they be the big enemies in this life? In terms of identity, no matter how powerful people in the Jianghu court see them, they have to cut off their waists. But the two fought openly and secretly for half their lives, and when they were old, they still couldn't let go of the fruit that had been soaked in sour for half their lives, and then continued to stalk. This plausible delicate relationship, as well as the frighteningly high seniority, made the old woman from the south run rampant and domineering on Zhenwu Mountain for more than a month, but no one dared to snub her in the slightest.

In this game of chess, they have been playing for dozens of days since the start of the test, and they have played countless tricks, but they have not been able to get a win-loss result.

Today, it's still falling...

Leisurely and leisurely, as if out of this world.

Even though the wind is blowing from the square inch today, it is much stronger. The blow made Chang'an full of panic, and the court trembled, but it did not shake the determination of these two old women to distinguish the winner and loser. As for Mo Xian and Mo Yan, there is always no one here to say a word.

Perhaps, they have already finished what they need to say.

After all, they are very old, and the older generation has experienced countless vicissitudes of life and knows more than the young. What's more, the old men who came from the south were themselves the swordsmen of the Excalibur. Worshipping the immortal sword for a lifetime, they are inextricably linked with the pure yang and the seven stars, and even with the sword god. They have been guarding Yueyang for twenty years, just to protect that sword soul and wait for the return of that sword god.

If they don't know, who knows?

Therefore, it is only natural that the people here should know better than others what happened last night.

"The opportunity for the recasting of Zhuxian has not yet arrived, and Yin and Yang cannot be reunited. ”

"In this way, last night's damnation had another mystery. ”

"It has to be. ”

"But, the old witch is going into the city. ”

"When?"

"Just today. ”

“......”

The south of the city, the southern suburbs of the city gate.

The doors are closed and the flow of people coming in and out is as crowded as ever. Dozens of zhang wide official roads are filled with all kinds of passers-by, carrying sedan chairs, pulling carts, carrying burdens, and people crowding people, blocking the pass.

The guards guarding the pass with knives did not slack off because of the crowding, but more strictly scrutinized the pedestrians entering and leaving the city pass. If he felt that something was wrong, he led the person aside and checked it again and again, until it was correct.

In the crowd, a staggering figure looked particularly thin.

If you don't pay attention, it's hard to detect his presence in the crowd of people coming and going, and if you pay attention, it's hard to make people look curious.

Judging from his thin and rickety figure, he should be an old man. The thick linen cloak almost completely obscured his countenance in shadow, and only a scarlet smile could be faintly seen. His whole body was wrapped in tattered linen, and the only exposed were two dry palms like eagle talons, one hand of which was a red vine cane that was as dry as his palm, and the other hand was held at his waist. He could not walk more than two feet in each step, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and it was extremely difficult for him to walk.

"Stop. ”

Such a strange person will inevitably be noticed by the officers and soldiers defending the city. Sure enough, as soon as he entered the gate, one of the nearest city guards reached out to stop him.

"Where did you get it?" the officer and soldier questioned.

The strange man replied hoarsely: "The land of Shu in the Western Zhou Dynasty, south of Yuchuan." ”

The officers and soldiers did not seem to notice the problem, and habitually asked again: "Report your name." ”

"Ancient burials. ”

"What's the matter with coming to Beijing?"

"Bury the corpse. ”

“......”

The officers and soldiers sounded strange, but looking at the strange people's clothes, it really seemed that they were used to dealing with corpses. Therefore, I couldn't help but feel unlucky, so I didn't interrogate any more.

The officers and soldiers waved their hands in disgust and drove the people away.

The strange man smiled darkly and slowly walked into the city...

Weird people, weird things.

The beginning of a story is often lurking in the course of other stories. Buddhism talks about it as cause and effect, but more often than not, it is more like the source of water. It is a never-ending cycle from heaven to sea and back to heaven.

It's like someone who once left, quietly came back...

A few days later.

The birds of faith fly thousands of miles in the world.

Many people knew what he didn't know before.

Yueyang City.

Yueyang Palace, apse.

The morning chicken cup produced by the official kiln in Yuzhou was sent to the dusty apse by the servants this morning. Brewing black tea, the faint white mist and fragrance flow through the soft water, making the breath of the old man become a little clearer.

It's just that now the tea has cooled ...

Master Hu held a letter and newspaper delivered in the morning in both hands, and stood tremblingly in front of King Yueyang. From his distorted countenance, it was impossible to tell whether he was agitated or frightened. Or, he couldn't imagine that a bureau could be spread out so widely. No matter when or where, it seems that there is no edge in sight.

His master once said that if the north wind does not blow, Datang is not in danger, and if the north wind blows, Datang will be crumbling. At the time, he didn't think so, but now, he finally understands the meaning of this sentence. The north wind is not only blowing the wind, but there is also a sword hidden in the wind, a peerless sword that can smash the foundation of the Tang Dynasty!

"Lord Wang..."

"Xia Xun must be a descendant of the royal family. ”

After a long time, Master Hu said with a little excitement: "Zhu Xian descended into the world and returned to the immortals." As long as the emperor is beheaded, Xia Xun will be able to ascend to the throne with a straight name. At that time, the ghost plot to steal the foundation of the Tang Dynasty will not be wasted at all. What a sinister calculation!" As he spoke, Master Hu's eyes condensed into a serious look, and he looked at King Yueyang and continued: "Lord Wang, without further ado, now we have no way out. If Xia Yin is allowed to control the Tang Dynasty, the first thing he will do will be to send troops to destroy all the corpses! If we don't make a move at this time, he will fall into a catastrophe one day! Twelve years of hard work will be ruined!"

Master Hu said quite excitedly, his cheeks were bloodshot, and the last few words were about to burst his throat.

The roar shook the slight dust in the hall, and the inexhaustible smell of decay seemed to pour out the humiliation of many years for this hall that had gone through wind and rain.

Master Hu is really scared...

He was afraid that everything in front of him would come to naught.

He was originally a small poor scholar, but he was appreciated by Li Changan by chance to become the head of the Yueyang Palace. He knows very well what changes this palace has undergone over the past ten years. Because he knew it, he felt a deep anger and a lot of anticipation. Now seeing that King Yueyang, who endured humiliation and secretly lived, it won't take long for him to prove his name and wash away all the shame. But at this time, the great strategist in the north made a interception and killing, which made everything variable.

How did this calm him?

“......”

King Yueyang held his hand on his forehead and pondered for a long time.

The tea in the morning chicken cup has precipitated a thin layer.

What Master Hu said, how could King Yueyang not know? It's just that he didn't dare to act rashly. As he himself said, if there is no north wind to help, even if he can have the ability to destroy the Tang Dynasty, he will not be able to tear down the tower in Chang'an City. As long as the tower is still standing on the territory of the Tang Dynasty, then it is impossible for him to rule the world in the true sense.

If he doesn't reign over the world, everything he does is meaningless...

After thinking about going for a long time, King Yue Yang said lightly.

"I don't know why it's true, I'm just self-righteous. What we see is not necessarily true. The two swords of Mo Xian and Mo Yan are defective in themselves, even if Xia Xun can make Zhu Xian recast, Zhu Xian is no longer the Zhu Xian of the year. It can't kill the sky..."

“......”

The sword is no more than four feet, but the sky is ten thousand feet.

Killing the sky with a sword does look like a joke.

To the west of the city, ask the Tianshan Mountains.

The sea of bamboo is rippling, quiet and turbulent.

The fusion of the wind and clouds in Kyushu affects the world for thousands of miles. However, as one of the first people to know Mo Xian's background, Miss Peony's mood did not fluctuate much. And many things that others don't know, she has already learned through Xia Xun's letters, so there is not much melancholy for her to think about. It's just that worrying is always inevitable, and the Heavenly Punishment Jin Lei directly split Xia Xun into a salted fish, and almost all the people and horses on his hands were seriously injured and forced to descend to Huishan. Yu Youran and Xia Xun formed a blood feud in Yueyang, and they were enemies rather than friends. Although due to some strange things, she was forced to help Xia Xun, but with her ruthless heart, it is unknown whether she will take the opportunity to go crazy and stab again...

A small bamboo house, a girl's boudoir.

Faint medicinal fragrance, light and light. The bamboo pen was dyed with ink, not a word was written, and a few innocuous pieces of letterhead paper were crumpled and rested on the table. The dark brown angelica is crushed in a medicine bowl and soaked in the bitter spring water, just like the atmosphere here, dreary and dreary. The slender little hands gently stripped the long black and bright hair, and Peony sat at the small wooden table with a small mouth, looking out the window with resentful eyes.

A few orioles leap on the branches, chirping from time to time...

"What the hell did that kid say, you recruited from the truth. ”

"If you don't say it, I won't cook it for you tonight!"

"I will make white porridge myself. ”

"Then I'll collect your rice!"

"Sir is hungry, but he will smoke you. ”

"You..."

A dark green gradually lay quietly next to the girl's cotton pillow, Cao Ge Lord looked wooden, hugged his hands, his eyes were slightly closed and smoldering, and he sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word. The knife master couldn't hide the annoyance in his heart, and even the twist braid was about to be turned into two tree poles and cocked high.

Not long ago, the news from the north finally reached Yueyang City, and Yueyang City was fried.

When the knife master and the master of Cao Ge heard the news, they ran to the top of the mountain without saying a word, and wanted to talk to the old man about the cause and effect, but who knew that the old man closed his eyes and closed the door directly, and kicked the two out of the room. In desperation, the sword master and the Cao Pavilion master had no choice but to rudely rush to the girl's boudoir. Anyway, the peony girl's mouth was clenched, and no matter how the two of them coerced and lured, they didn't reveal the slightest rumor.

"You... How can that be?"

The knife master crossed his waist with one hand, pointed to the letterhead on the small wooden table with the other, and shouted with a red face: "I don't have anything else to do with you!"

"You don't need to ask, just look at her expression. ”