Luoyang.

Luoyang is a thousand-year-old city, although it is still new, it is the imperial capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty today. The imperial capital of Luoyang is magnificent, the palace is rugged, the palace is Xuanhe, it is not as exquisite as the Lanling City, but the atmosphere is three. At the end of April, a hundred flowers are blooming, and thousands of purples and reds are coming.

Luoyang peony is famous all over the world, the flowers are big and colorful, graceful and luxurious, and have the reputation of the queen of flowers.

There is a peony garden in the palace of the Northern Wei Dynasty, at this moment thousands of peonies are in full bloom, there is a red pavilion in the fragrance of flowers, in the pavilion is a girl in pink clothes and pink cheeks, she gently twists a full pink peony in her hand, her face is like a peach blossom, the corners of her eyes and lips are slightly upturned, if it is not for a three-foot sword with a pitch-black ink hanging around her waist, it seems to be integrated into this pink peony bush.

There was a middle-aged man in white with a long beard standing quietly next to the girl in pink, the middle-aged man stood with his sword in his hand, as if he didn't want to disturb the girl's nature of flower appreciation, but he had to speak, "County Lord, the national teacher has been waiting for an hour. ”

This pink-clothed girl is the lord of Longque County, who is regarded as the pearl of the palm of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and there is no daughter under the knee of Emperor Wei. The middle-aged man with a long beard and white clothes next to him is the Xuanhuang Sword Zongheng, who has been in seclusion in the Northern Wei Imperial Palace for thirty years.

The lord of Longque County is surnamed Wei and his name is Lingyi. Wei Lingshan likes peony, the place where he lives has a hectare of red, every April and May is the grand scene of the world, Luoyang is the most beautiful but peony, peony is the most beautiful but the peony garden here. She has studied under the Northern Wei Dynasty National Teacher Xuan Shangyu since she was a child, and the Northern Wei Dynasty Xuan Shangyu and Qi Liangyuan Tiangang are known as the world's double scholars, one is known as the national teacher, and the other is self-proclaimed and suave.

After ten years of teaching, Wei Lingshan did not learn the slightest trace of the mystic skills that the national teacher Xuan Shangyu had been good at all his life. On the first day of the teacher, the national teacher who was extremely romantic in the Northern Wei Dynasty said to himself, "Everyone in the world can learn the mystic art of Xuan Shangyu, but you can't", after finishing the words, he left the young Longque County Lord in the imperial capital Wu Pavilion, and the Northern Wei Dynasty had a collection of tens of millions of books, allowing him to read them, but he was never allowed to step out of the palace.

It was also from that day on, Zong Heng, who ranked fourth on the Heavenly List, stood by her side respectfully with his sword in his hand, and answered her questions at any time when he was guarding the Dragon Bird County Lord. And the national teacher, although he and himself have the name of master and apprentice, but there is no master and apprentice.

At this time, the lord of Longque County, the Pearl of the Northern Wei Dynasty, held the big red peony in his hand, and spoke indifferently, his tone was very disapproving, "Wait a while." ”

"Don't wait. As soon as the words fell, there was a purple-shirted visitor floating from outside the peony garden wall, his body fluttering, stepping on the peony bush in the air, and the flowers bent down out of thin air, and the next moment, this purple shadow appeared obliquely in the red pavilion, lazy and half-leaning on the chair, although he was a national teacher of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he was born graceful, looking only in his thirties, and a purple shirt was fluttering and settled. Xuan Shangyu waved his hand slightly, and the Xuanhuang Sword, who was not far from the Dragon Bird County Lord, smiled bitterly and bowed his head and retreated.

When Zong Heng left silently, there was a trace of helplessness on his face, this national teacher is famous all over the world, but his style of acting is too uninhibited, and he has no right deeds, and another rumored Yuan Tiangang who is as stable as Mount Tai and moves after making a decision is completely two extremes.

Xuan Shangyu sat still, and didn't bother to look at the disgust on the face of this Northern Wei Mingzhu, who was very fond of peonies, but said lightly, "Do you know why I have never taught you in the past ten years." ”

After speaking, he replied, "Of course you don't know." ”

If Wei Lingshan hates anyone the most, it must be this extremely shameless and hateful national teacher Xuan Shangyu in her mind. It's just that this person bears the name of his teacher, and his actions are mostly mocking and belittling. She frowned slightly, and didn't look at the Northern Wei National Teacher, and pressed the three-foot sword on her waist with the thumb of her right hand.

Xuan Shangyu smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't see Wei Lingshan's move of preparing to draw his sword, and said lightly, "From now on, you don't have to stay in Luoyang anymore." ”

Wei Lingshan was slightly stunned, a little distracted, and subconsciously let go of the hilt of the sword.

"The general trend of the world is all rising, Qi Liang Yuan Tiangang played a hand at the bottom of the kettle, and it became a hundred years of prosperity, and it was Qi Liang's bad luck if he failed. Now that he has opened a great world, it makes no sense that the Northern Wei Dynasty is still hidden," Xuan Shangyu explained seriously for the first time, "The luck of the overlord of Western Chu has dispersed, and countless masters have come into being. A martial arts wizard is nothing more than a Taoist Buddha sword embryo. People in the world have their own roads, and everyone walks their own way, you are not suitable for my mysticism, and I naturally will not teach you. ”

Wei Lingshan listened to the purple-shirted scribe talk eloquently, but the more he listened to the content, the more difficult it became to hear, he couldn't help frowning, his face gradually became gloomy like water, and his right hand pressed the hilt of the sword again.

"In the past sixteen years, you have loved swordsmanship, and you think that you have practiced swordsmanship for ten years, and you have achieved a small success. It's just that I want to remind you, out of Luoyang, you can't go to three places in the world, you can't go to Fengting City, and today is catching up with the six-year sword drinking party, and the sword heroes gather, if you go, you will lose the face of the pearl of the Northern Wei Dynasty. The second is that you can't go to the end of the South China Sea, and I'm afraid that you won't be able to engrave a single word on the immortal tablet. ”

Xuan Shangyu finished speaking, smiled to himself, looked at the "Qi Yu" sword with three points of cold light out of the sheath, and touched his nose, "Aren't you curious about what is the third place that you can't go?"

Silence in reply.

He said seriously, "The first two are for you to play." The last one is on mind. ”

"Don't come back after Luoyang this time. The purple-shirted scribe stood up without looking back, "Cao Zhixuan holds you as a pearl in his palm, so I have endured you for sixteen years." In the future, Cao Zhixuan can tolerate you, and the Northern Wei Dynasty will not tolerate you. The Northern Wei Dynasty can tolerate you, and I can't tolerate you. ”

Cao Zhixuan, there is only one person in the Northern Wei Dynasty who dares to call him by his name like this.

The man was gone.

Wei Lingshan's lacquered sword had already been returned to the sheath, she looked at the empty peony garden, full of red, but it was extremely boring, and it was only when the Xuanhuang Sword Sect returned that she slowly spoke.

"Go to Wind Court City. Sword Drinking Party. ”

This Dragon Bird County Lord's mind at the moment is extremely simple, that hateful man won't let her go anywhere, where is she going, with her identity as the Great Wei Mingzhu, where in the world can't she go?

First go to the Fengting City Sword Drinking Party, then go to the South China Sea to stay at the Immortal Monument, and then go back to Luoyang.

Xuanhuang Sword Sect looked at Wei Lingshan, the indifferent and silent Dragon Bird County Lord since childhood, with his eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of his lips turned up, like a peony waiting to be released, and said softly, "Let's go." ”

Wei Lingshan looked at it for the last time, and the peony was still amazing.

But I've been watching it for ten years.

If you look at anything amazing for ten years, you will get tired of it.

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Out of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and then north is a wasteland, with silver light and iron clothing.

This is the Northern Plains, with the most ferocious royal court and the most fierce warriors. Among the four royal courts, the Mobei royal court is at its peak, with tens of thousands of warriors and countless pumas. Every time you go south to plunder, you will return with a full load.

More than ten years ago, the Mobei Royal Court was still a small tribe that did not enter the stream, and now it has jumped up, all thanks to the great prophet who assisted the Mobei King ten years ago.

Huyan Shura, the king of Mobei, is the most powerful way of killing among the four kings of the Northern Plains, only respecting Shura and respecting himself. It is said that Huyan Shura walked in the Central Plains when he was young, and it was during the Spring and Autumn Wars, and the heroes were one after another, but he entered the list of rivers and lakes, and suffered countless attacks and kills, and no assassin had ever succeeded in stabbing him in the slightest.

Huyan Shura has a young son, Huyan Zhuo, who was born with the power to carry the tripod, and is now fifteen years old. At the age of fourteen, the Prairie Warriors have a coming-of-age ceremony, proud of hunting the fiercest snow wolf in the Northern Plains. Hu Yanzhuo went hunting at the age of nine, carried back a four-meter-long and dying Snow Wolf King, and disemboweled to get the youngest son of the Snow Wolf King. Now the snow wolf is gradually opening up, and its body is only bigger than the old snow wolf king, and it has the momentum of a towering hill.

Hu Yanzhuo sat on the back of the huge snow wolf, looking around, he exhaled a hot breath, thinking about the things that the Great Prophet had entrusted to him.

"Wind Courtyard City, where is Wind Courtyard City?" he chuckled and patted the neck of the huge snow wolf, which was like a mountain and whined, like a sad song in the snow. Hu Yanzhuo smiled and said, "You just send me to the Northern Wei Dynasty, and then go back to the Northern Plains, and when I come back, I will reward you with good meat." ”

The huge snow wolf roared again, raised its neck, and walked happily.

"Snow songs, snow songs, singing in the snow. The young man hummed a little tune, wearing a thin black robe, but he didn't seem to feel the cold of the ice and snow, listening to the sound of the snow wolf's whining, laughing, "Father said, there is nothing in the world that the great prophet does not know, that is, even you like to sing when you grow up, and the great prophet has long expected it." ”

The huge snow wolf named Xue Ge sang and walked, full of energy, his fur was snow-white, and the falling snow was not as good as it, and he turned back from time to time to lick the thin boy in black.

All the way south, straight to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

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The north plain is further north, the extreme north, is the silver city.

As early as a hundred years ago, in that prosperous era, the Northern Plains Wind and Snow Silver City established a great reputation. The first generation of the city lord is amazing, but he has set a dead rule for the younger generations, and the disciples in the city of Fengxue Yincheng have devoted themselves to seeking the Tao, and they are not allowed to enter the world and compete with others.

The world does not know where the silver city is.

The world doesn't know how many people there are in Yincheng.

The world only knows that every generation of visitors to Yincheng is amazing, every city lord of Yincheng is outstanding, Yincheng is not as good as other sects, and the disciples in the city are not on the list of heaven, and they do not compete with the world.

Wind and Snow Silver City is a well-deserved holy place.

At the top of the silver city, when the moon was full, the huge full moon hung in front of the city gate, and there was a figure carrying a small wine pot leaning against the city wall, as if leaning on the moon.

He was young, but he was thin and pale, as if he was seriously ill, but his long hair was as black as ink, and he made a bun of white cool wood unique to Yincheng, and gently pulled it up. The plain white light clothes are spotless, and there is flying snow, which adds three points of white.

In the extreme north of the silver city, the moon is full and snowy.

Extremely cold.

But Li Changge is not cold, and anyone who drinks a big mouthful of the musk deer will not be cold. The fiercest in Silver City is the Burning Musk Deer, and the fiercest in the Northland is also the Burning Musk Deer. This wine is only out of Yincheng, and it is hard to find a thousand gold. It's just a pity that the wind

Snow Silver City does not enter the WTO, and no one can taste it.

He is the elder brother of Fengxue Yincheng, he is young but prefers to drink, according to the master's words, the good ones don't learn, and the bad ones will learn.

With each sip, there was one less sip of wine in the jug, and his face was heavier and colder. Master said that his life is cold, and drinking alcohol can warm him up and prolong his life. Li Changge's eyes were confused, and he counted the years he had stayed in Fengxue Silver City.

It's been twenty years.

Master is right, I really want to go out for a walk. It's just that he still has doubts in his heart about the decision made by his master. This trip to the south, he just wanted to see how the little junior sister practiced, if it was as the letter said, Fengxue Yincheng would not mind breaking the rules of a hundred years and acting unprecedentedly.

His light clothes vibrated slightly, and he exhaled a mouthful of wine, and after the white mist condensed, it spread like a sword intent, and it melted in the air like a touch.

When the moon was full, the figure drank the musk deer in the small wine jug, turned over and went out of the city, and the figure was like lightning and light, and disappeared into the wind and snow in the reckless northern plains.

A voice followed, "Take the wine." ”

Li Changge didn't look back, reached out to catch the wine jug that the master threw over, and poured a big mouthful, mixed with the cold wind and swallowed it into his throat.

"Good wine!"

After living for so many years, it was not until today that Li Changge knew that his master had secretly hidden a better wine than the Flame Musk Deer. At the moment, he was slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to scold, so he had to drink and muttered in a low voice that this master was not kind.

He didn't look back, naturally he couldn't see it, the figure at the gate of the city that was no longer young was draped in a white mantle, full of silver hair, and there was a sudden silence, and he muttered to himself after a long time.

"Don't say I'm not kind, I even gave you this wine jug. ”