Far north, Prison Mountain, Winter Shrine.

The roaring wind and snow continued to crash against the cliffs, constantly raising snow particles and scattering in the air, and there was no more color in sight except for the overwhelming white landscape. The already dangerous north wind is even more unscrupulous here, the mountains are lonely and steep, the wind is manic and endless, and the place where people are wiped out is called the prison mountain.

There are several extremely flat and smooth cliffs in the dome of the prison mountain, as if they are pages that have been cut down by the cutting knives, with sharp edges and corners, and a few figures slowly move towards a brilliant palace made of white jade on the cliff floor.

The leader untied the straps of his black robe, took off his hood, revealing an extremely young white face, and stretched out his hand to hang in the air, feeling the touch of the snow particles in the wind hitting his finger bones.

Looking at the extremely grand and solemn palace community not far away, it was still brilliant and powerful in the wind and snow, and the white jade was the wall bursting out with a light like the sky, like a kingdom of gods.

Approaching the temple, the cliff is full of believers who kneel and bow their heads around the temple, several people shuttle and march, the frozen shells that have been tortured by the wind and snow can be seen everywhere, and the huge temple in front of them is like a giant prostrate waiting for an opportunity, forever indifferent to the ant beast that has fallen to the ground.

A pair of hands as white as warm jade gently knocked on the dark and heavy door of the temple, and after a series of crisp spring handover and falling sounds, accompanied by a tooth-souring grinding sound, the temple door slowly moved a corner.

The black-robed young man at the head looked back behind him, and there was a sound of the hem of Suosuo's clothes, and the believers who had been rooted in the ground like a rock all stood up tremblingly, and their shriveled and thin eyes bloomed with an extremely fanatical look of longing, but no one dared to take a step forward. The black-robed young man stepped into the temple gate with a expressionless face.

...

With a creaking sound, the courtyard door slowly opened. A wave of warmth came to the face, and the courtyard was paved with countless earth dragons that consumed countless charcoal materials, even in an extremely cold place, the courtyard was still as warm as spring.

The young man, led by a Templar Knight, walked indoors, walking slowly like a March breeze, and the ornaments and armor hanging around him did not make a sound, and the solemn knight looked more like a lurking ghost.

When I came to a room in the deepest part of the courtyard, I crossed an extremely high threshold, and I was greeted by a pool that required several people, filled with water, which did not match the luxurious decoration of the whole courtyard.

This room is more like a cold thatched house, there is nothing else except this pool, there is no obvious boundary, and it is placed there in such an ordinary way.

Next to the pool platform, there was an old man, dressed in a coarse linen robe, and his gray hair was tied up in a very regular bun.

The Templar Knight bowed and retreated, the black-robed young man took off his robe, and the old man turned around.

"The list of the Shadow Sect is coming out, and that list hasn't been written for many years. The old man looked at the young man who was standing straight in front of him, and had even begun to control the breathing gap, and smiled gently.

Along the way, the young man, who had never been affected by foreign objects, looked at the kind and gentle old man in front of him, his eyes were as deep as the endless sea, and he could see the warm and quiet eyes like early spring when he raised his head slightly, and he was dressed in sackcloth but bloomed with incomparably divine brilliance.

However, after he opened his mouth, he seemed to be panicked as if he had fallen into the abyss, and his hands that he tried his best to hide still trembled slightly, and his face was still as smooth as the abyss, and it was still covered with beads of sweat.

The old man waited quietly for a while, saw that he did not respond, looked at the pool filled with water on the side with his hands, and said with a smile: "Take the first, if you lose, you don't have to come back." ”

The young man was silent for a long time, and in the secluded house, it seemed that an invisible pressure had generated on its own.

After a slight stiff salute, the young man withdrew step by step from the room and respectfully closed the door.

The old man picked up a wooden pole resting on the ground, carefully tied the thick hemp rope, and looked intently, looking more like an old man who was about to go to the field to farm.

Looking at the hemp rope tied to the wooden pole, the old man pulled it a few times with satisfaction, and then walked slowly to the pool platform, climbed the steps, sat cross-legged on the edge of the pool platform, and threw the hemp rope on the wooden pole in his hand into the clear water of the pool platform.

Holding the tail of the rod in one hand, the hemp rope at the head of the rod hung straight in the clear water, and the old man sat with his eyes closed.

There is no hook in the fishing rod, and there are no fish in the clear pond.

......

At noon, Kunyan Lane, Prince Zongzheng's Mansion.

The area where the idle man in the market chatters about every inch of land and every inch of money happens to be the Kunyan Lane in front of him, where the head of the family who can have a place to live can be called a high and powerful position, and there is no place for the common people to stand, and the nobles who can be ranked in Kyoto where the princes and generals are everywhere are probably on this street.

On the slightly deserted street, there are two stone lions erected next to the door of each mansion, about ten zhang is the adjacent mansion, a dozen pairs of stone lions on a street are staring at the street like this, and the passers-by are also burying their heads and hurrying by.

The mansion of Prince Zongzheng of the Tang Dynasty is naturally on this street, but unlike the bright courtyard and majestic stone lions of the rest of the mansions, the bronze door of the prince's mansion seems to have not been repainted for some days.

Prince Zongzheng, who is always a joke after dinner for the idle men in the wine shop, has been laughed at at the table for many years, and it seems that the word Zongzheng has to shake his head. This is also due to the fact that when the Tang Dynasty stabilized the country at the beginning, the foreign war was temporarily suspended, and the princes who held military power colluded with foreign countries to overthrow the Tang Emperor, who had just ascended the throne.

The tiger talisman was slapped here, and just wanted to raise troops, King Wu led the troops to rush into the mansion, according to the statement of the night watchman, the sound of killing in the palace shook the sky, and the heads fell to the ground like watermelons and exploded, and blood seeped out from under the cracks in the door...

It is said that the eighteen roads are against the king, eighteen puffs of smoke and dust, and most of them were cut by the king of martial arts before they started the army, and the number is not right, I heard that the king of martial arts took a "eighteen" in order to invite merit, and he felt magnificent, and it happened that the prince of the Tang Dynasty was counting eighteen with his fingers at that time, which was not washed away even if he jumped into the Lanjiang River.

In the eyes of the world, the honest Prince Zongzheng fell into blood mold, and it was fortunate that he didn't lose his head, but he could only be a timid and idle prince.

Compared with the expulsion of the remaining princes who were still in the world, the Somasa who was able to stay in Kyoto was unique, not because of his connections in the court or his friendship with the Tang Emperor, but because of his daughter, who was deeply loved by several people in the palace.

It just so happened that Zongzheng didn't have a son, and the only daughter was the one in front of him.

Li Hongtang lifted the curtain, got out of the car with the maid's hand, and greeted several stewards and maidservants from the house, Li Hongtang, who was wearing a red robe, had long black hair and was simply tied up with a belt, and while smiling and talking to people, he handed over the bright red robe to the next person.

The guards who were guarding the road were also stunned, and the county lord, who never showed a smile on the way, was so harmonious with the people in the house. But he didn't have the courage to say much, handed over the carriage to the steward, and entered through the corner door to prepare for resting and eating.

Li Hongtang's expression was natural, as if he had never left the mansion, he did everything in every way while talking and laughing, and arranged everyone's affairs almost casually, and just wanted to enter the mansion and was stunned.

"Hongtang, you're back, I'm worried. "Coming to meet a man wearing a bronzing pixiu bag on his waist, his appearance is elegant with a bit of bookishness, and he talks like a man in a gorgeous shirt with a breeze on his face.

Li Hongtang, who was stunned, quickly woke up and was slightly blessed: "Hongtang has seen His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

The man in the shirt nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand to help him up, and walked inside, and said with a smile: "Hongtang, why are you and I still so polite, I heard that you arrived today, and I came early to wash the dust for you..."

The shadows of the trees in the courtyard are mottled, and the lawn is full of red orchids, but it is summer, and the flowers and branches are crooked at will, and the old and empty courtyard is even more prominent.

A fat man with a bloated golden crown and a tattooed carp brocade suit was sitting at the table with a sad face, his fat body moving, as if he was about to tear his clothes, staring at a bowl of gruel on the table with a distressed face.

Suddenly looked up and saw the two people entering the room, clapped his hands with a smile and said: "Chengxu, Tang'er, you are here, look at it, this group will give me this, and what are you talking about weight loss benefits..."

It was Li Chengxu, His Royal Highness the Prince of the Tang Dynasty, who walked towards the fat man with a smile, and personally picked up the spoon and stirred up the gruel. "Uncle Zongzheng, what the guy said is good... After eating this bowl first, I'll set up a banquet to wash the dust of the red begonia later, come, I'll feed you, haha..."

Li Hongtang, who was standing on the side, raised his hand to cover his lips, gently biting his sleeve with his teeth, and smiled miserably as he looked at Li Chengxu feeding his smiling father in front of him.

......

Late at night, Beizhen Fusi, edict prison.

Huangfu Xuan knelt down and respectfully said something.

"Reasons for failure?" a hoarse voice came from the darkness.

Huang Fu Xuan, who was kneeling on the ground, thought nervously, whether it was the young man's two knives or the fat body of a fat man... Or a shepherd's lance... As he hesitated to open his mouth, another voice interrupted him.

"Forget it, kill them all. ”

"Commanded. ”