The rooster crows, the sky is bright.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the east turns white.

The snow hasn't stopped, and the weather is cooler.

After the night, a layer of snow accumulated in the courtyard.

Dugu woke up early, pushed open the door and walked into the hospital.

The faint scent of peach blossoms fills the air, which is also quite refreshing.

He stretched and leaped to the old peach tree.

Step lightly on the canopy of the tree on your toes, as if you were walking on the ground.

The old tree is more than ten feet tall and as tough as a dragon.

The branches and leaves are luxuriant, and there are hundreds of peach blossoms, which are not disturbed by wind and snow.

Stepping on the branches, you can vaguely overlook the Cangyue Lake a few miles away.

The ancient road outside the village winds all the way to the shore of the vast lake.

It was originally paved with bluestone, but now it is completely covered by wind and snow.

The wind and snow are bleak, and the ancient road is also bleak, which inexplicably adds a touch of loneliness to the world.

I didn't return to Beiliang City last night, so I stayed in Cangyue Village like this for a night.

Today, this walk, or with an iron sword, cut the dust, and since then retire to the rivers and lakes.

Or, the real farewell.

No matter what, I still want to stay by this stupid woman for a while.

Last night, the two hugged each other and slept and talked for a long time.

More often than not, Red Sleeves is talking, and Dugu Yin is listening.

Ten years, more than 3,000 days and nights.

Even if you only save one sentence a day.

One night, there is still too much time to say.

hugged each other and slept all night.

All night, nothing happened.

Dugu Yin is not a monk, so he is naturally not a gentleman.

became famous at a young age, the iron sword crisscrossed the Northern Regions, and he was in the top ten days on the last ten-year hidden dragon list.

With such an identity, how can there be no confidants in this world?

The beauty is in the arms, and who can really sit still?

The one who can really sit still is either his mother's eunuch or the abbot who is dedicated to the Buddha.

Iron Sword is lonely, and there are few children who have escaped into Zen Buddhism and become monks.

is as dazzling as Dugu Yin, and it is more and more impossible.

But for this silly girl from a fishing family, Dugu Yin has never been willing to touch that taboo.

Taboos, taboos, where the taboos are, what the taboos say.

It is also like the invisible shackles, which bind certain thoughts in the heart.

Born in Beiliang Dugu, a high-ranking lord, he holds a sword in the rivers and lakes.

Killing, drinking horses, singing, and drinking.

In the world, whether he is difficult or uneven, and he is the supreme of the Northern Regions of Qindi, it is just a matter of that sword for Dugu Yin.

Obviously, there have been no taboos for a long time, but in addition to being able to make wine with peach blossoms, the stupid woman who is no more ordinary has become the one hundred and one.

Looking back at the house, Dugu sighed softly and muttered in a low voice: "Red sleeves ......"

He inexplicably remembered the other person.

After today, only one of them and that person is destined to survive.

Northern Qin, Bai Zhong.

To this day, Dugu Yin still hasn't figured out what kind of person the one who was named the 'Little Killing God' in Northern Qin was.

In the first war, you can't say whether you won or lost.

Dugu Yin always felt that he had lost, and that person obviously had a long sword tied to his waist.

But until he plunged the iron sword into the man's throat, he did not force him to draw it.

With just one lantern, he forced Tie Jian Dugu to use his sword-style sword technique.

On that day, the Blood Rakshasa sword split the moon, and the vast lake was stirred, surging with thousands of high waves.

On that day, the flames of the Nine Shadows swept the world, and the 'Divine and Ghost Lanterns' were like a round of bright sun.

It was also on that day that the Northern Cool Blood Rakshasa who was burned and staggered back met a fisherwoman who liked to brew peach blossoms.

Dugu Yin jumped off the peach tree, knelt on the ground, and gently scraped the soil with both hands.

Then, a wine cellar was exposed under the dirt.

The wine cellar is not deep, but it is not enough.

What is stored is nothing more than the most ordinary yellow clay altar, the sealing mud wrapped in red cloth.

Brewed with peach blossoms, it is also named after peach blossoms.

No more, no less, exactly ten altars.

Smoke rises, and the sky is full of wind and snow.

Cangyue Village, surrounded by the aroma of wine.

On this day, the peach blossoms are like flying snow, the flying snow is like peach blossoms, the northern cool blood Rakshasa Dugu Yin drank all the nine altars, leaving the most ancient altar in the cellar, and engraved on it.

Then, he embarked on the mottled ancient road alone and went to the moon alone.

Everything in the world has a beginning and an end after all.

Ten years of covenant, all fate.

Today, it's time to put an end to it.

There is fog in the snow, and in the fog, the sword aura is permeated, straight into the clouds, and it can swing into the sky.

The man in the scarlet sword robe who walked slowly walked away from him.

Beiliang City, Dugu Wangfu.

The sound of the sword groaned, stirring like a dragon's groan.

There is a sword in the air, bright as a meteor, from the north.

This sword, the name kills.

This sword is not included in the "Kyushu Famous Sword List".

This sword can climb the pinnacle of Kyushu kendo.

Since the five generations of military candidates in Great Xia, Jiang Ponu, has been sleeping in the world for hundreds of years.

Today, the sword of killing can cut all the causes and effects in the world.

Men's line, when it is so, holding a killing sword in his hand, the sword robe is like blood, and he is thirsty for peach blossom brew.

......

"General!"

Beiliang Chengtou, new umbrella and old clothes.

The old man who called himself Pulsatilla stroked the north of the city wall and looked at the moon, and called in a low voice.

For a time, old tears were rampant.

"Yin'er, is it really the reincarnation of that person back then?"

Dugu Wangfu, the sword qi is churning and rushing to fight the bull.

There was a young man in Tsing Yi sitting alone in the clouds, his eyes slightly narrowed and looking north of Beiliang.

On the side, a hundred swords are surrounded by ups and downs, like a sword fairy in the red dust.

"Time is like a snap of a finger, not an immortal, and eventually to reincarnation. After a long time, the young man shook his head again, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he laughed softly: "In the past life, in this life, in the previous life, maybe the distance between the door may be just a door." Perhaps, one second is a past life, and the next second is this life. Since people can enter reincarnation, what about the sword......?

Behind the young man, an old man stepped out of nothingness, clearly pale and pale, but he just called out to the young man "Uncle Ancestor".

If anyone saw this scene, they would be awe-inspiring.

Because that old man is none other than Beiliang Dugu, who can hold the bull's ear in the sword of this world!

"Ready?" The young man didn't look back, withdrew his gaze, stood up and yawned lazily, and asked Dugu Ji, "Where is Fu'er?"

Without waiting for Lonely Ji to answer, the young man said to himself: "Don't think about it, according to the temperament of protecting the short, I am afraid that I am already on the way to the north at this moment." ”

"Uncle ......" Dugu Ji smiled helplessly, bowed his head slightly, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the young man first.

"That's it, it's been a long retreat, it's time to think quietly, it's time to go to Northern Qin to meet some old friends!" The young man yawned, and his palm was slightly raised, and a cloud of qi tore through the sky and fell, turning into a rainbow-like long sword.

With a sword in hand, the young man stepped into the clouds, his body ethereal.

With each step, the appearance changes.

When he took the tenth step, the young man was no longer young.

White hair is like snow, scattered over the shoulders.

Immediately, the eleventh step is to disappear.

"Three thousand years!

Seven thousand years!

Looking back at Kyushu, not for immortals!"

On this day, above the northern cool sky, there seemed to be immortals singing.

......

......

Jiang Xiaoman flicked the reins and stopped the carriage, and couldn't help but raise his head to look at the sky, his brows frowning slightly.

"Jiang Xiaoworm, why don't you leave?" the little girl poked her head out of the carriage and gently poked the back of the young man who was driving the carriage with her fingers, and said vaguely in her mouth.

Ji Xiaoyue's mouth was stuffed with snacks, all of which were snacks unique to the Northland.

At this time, almost half of the space in the spacious carriage is full of all kinds of food.

Today, I went to Cangyue Lake, and then I had to go all the way north.

It's a long way to go, so there's nothing wrong with buying more.

"Beware of eating into a little pig!" Jiang Xiaoman turned around, rubbed the little girl's head, and chuckled: "I seem to have heard someone call my name in the sky, I should have heard it wrong." ”

"I hate it, don't touch my head!" Ji Xiaoyue rolled her eyes widely, and couldn't help but raise her little head to look at the sky, there was a golden glow shining in her eyes, and her heavy pupils slowly appeared, only to see the dark clouds layer by layer, but the rest was reckless, hazy, the little girl swallowed the food in her mouth, and giggled: "Jiang Xiaoworm, did you let Lei be stupid in that ring last night? Where is there someone in the sky!"

"Bah, bah, what are you talking about!" Jiang Xiaoman was unhappy, and when he mentioned last night's competition in the ring, he couldn't help but have a cheek.

Walking the rivers and lakes and competing with others, there will always be winners and losers, and no one can win and win normally.

can mention last night, which really makes the teenager a little embarrassed.

Last night's Lantern Festival, many young heroes in the north competed, which was originally a dragon fight.

Jiang Xiaoman is not dazzling, the cold spear is like a dragon, he has won forty-nine victories in a row, and almost defeated the Tianjiao of the North Earth.

But just as he was about to become famous in the north, he let a five or six-year-old girl who appeared inexplicably use a thunderbolt to cut the ring and was taken the lead.

For this reason, Jiang Xiaoman sulked in the middle of the night.

Ji Xiaoyue saw the young man's face flush, a pair of big eyes couldn't help but squint into a line, dimples appeared on both sides of his cheeks, one deep and one shallow, the slender white hand gently touched the center of the young man's eyebrows, and said happily: "Giggles, Jiang Xiaoworm is blushing! Shame, shame, lose to the little girl!"

"Ji Xiaoyue!" Jiang Xiaoman was annoyed and ashamed, gently pushed the little girl's smooth forehead, and then scratched her head in embarrassment and said: "Victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, who would have thought that little girl would be able to use demon magic and lead to nine heavenly thunder." ”

As he spoke, the young man couldn't help frowning slightly, looked at the little girl and said softly: "For some reason, I always feel that there is a smell of déjà vu on the little girl yesterday, but I can't remember where I saw it." ”

When the young man said this, Ji Xiaoyue was also slightly stunned.

I didn't think it last night, but now that I think about it carefully, it really looks like what Jiang Xiaoman said.

The little girl who was carved in pink and jade, looked like a porcelain doll, and was extremely strong, inexplicably made Ji Xiaoyue feel kind.

It seems that it is really déjà vu!

Suddenly, the little girl remembered something, her face changed slightly, and she lost her voice: "Jiang Xiaoworm, do you remember, that little little point yesterday, as soon as we met, I called me Sister Xiaoyue, but I haven't seen her before!"

"I'm just thinking about it now, you dead girl is really an afterthought!" Jiang Xiaoman rubbed his temples, sighed softly at the little girl's nerves, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't think about it yet." It's important to hurry, if you don't go faster, you really won't be able to catch up!"

Pressing the little girl back into the carriage, the young man said in a young voice: "I have a hunch that I will definitely meet that little girl in the near future, and I will beat this dead child well when the time comes!"

Ji Xiaoyue curled up in the carriage, put the blanket on her body, and pouted: "I'm afraid you'll be struck by lightning again by then!"

The carriage traveled all the way north.

The three spirit horses went hand in hand, but they were led by a small donkey with gray and white coats, and they did not dare to have any pleasure.

No one noticed that while the two were talking, the little gray donkey's big smart eyes flashed with dazzling light.

The four hooves stepped briskly in the snow, and the little donkey looked like a human, with its head held high, beaming with pride!