The north wind is howling, thirty miles outside Suzhou, at the foot of Tiger Hill Mountain, a dilapidated thatched house stands quietly in the cold wind. The snow on the mountain www.biquge.info blown by the wind, as if it was about to bury the small house near the mountain. The big tree cried, and the wind and snow shrouded the small house. A large tree leaning on the side of the mountain folded upside down. The bright moon in the sky was shattered by all the sounds, and retreated to the edge of the sky!

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and the owner of the house woke up from his sleep. It was a civilian couple, the two of them wore coarse linen clothes, but they showed a resolute look that ordinary people did not have. The man among them was burly, his temples bulging high, and he was obviously successful in martial arts.

He sighed deeply in the direction where the sound of horses' hooves came, turned to face his wife, struggled for a moment, and said softly: "Lady, most of the people who come are from the Golden Daomen, this time it must be more auspicious, you go back to the room to wake up Luo'er, and escape from the back mountain with him." I'll be there then. What if I ...... If you don't come back, you must tell Luo'er to live well, be filial to your mother, and his father gossip knife Shen Qing will always watch him in the sky. ”

The woman nodded heavily, and shed a line of tears. Behind the firewood door of the thatched house, a teenager also shed tears, he was the Luo'er in Shen Qing's mouth - Shen Luo.

But a week ago, his name was Shen Feng, an ordinary otaku in the 21st century, and he came to this world in an accident and became Shen Luo, the son of Shen Qing and his wife. In this warm little family, Shen Feng, whose parents divorced in his previous life, gradually accepted this pair of parents from another world. But to his surprise, in just seven days, he will face the disaster of breaking his family.

Seeing that his mother returned to the house, Shen Luo hurriedly restrained his expression, revealing a sleepy look, his mother did not suspect him, hurriedly packed her luggage, made up a random reason, and prepared to leave from the back mountain with Shen Luo. Suddenly, there were several neighing sounds of horses outside the courtyard, which were particularly terrible in the howling cold wind. Immediately afterwards, there was a sparse voice outside the house, and there was a "Golden Sword King's Family" and "Evil Sword Spectrum" that came into Shen Luo's ears. Hearing this, Shen Luo couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart. couldn't help murmuring: Smiling proud of the rivers and lakes?!

Through the gap in the wooden door, the scene outside the house is faintly visible. In the snowstorm, Shen Qing's figure and the figures of dozens of masked men were intertwined, and the sword light and sword shadow slashed down the white snow in the sky. After a long time, the sound of Jin Ge's resonance gradually subsided. Shen Luo's mother hurriedly opened the door in the hope of finding out her husband's life and death.

Suddenly, there was a cruel laugh: "Yo he, there is another fish that slipped through the net, it is really beyond my strength, Shen Qing is, his mother-in-law is too, the gossip knife of the fart." Soon, a terrible scream pierced the dead silence of the winter night.

Shen Luo, who was separated by a wall, could hear clearly, it was his mother's voice. At that moment, his heart was torn apart by the voice of sorrow and despair, a low roar came from his throat, and his young face was full of hideous horror. But all this disappeared in the next second, and his face was full of calm, as if it was not his parents but strangers who were dying, as calm as eternal ice, never, never able to melt......

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves outside the house gradually fading away, a trace of clarity regained in Shen Luo's eyes, and he sighed deeply, slowly moving his body by the moonlight. Finally, he came to the courtyard, and saw the bodies of his parents lying in a pool of blood, he slowly crouched down, melted the remains of his parents in his arms, and then lay down on his side, whispering in the ears of his parents, motionless, blood gradually soaked his clothes, soaked his skin, and the cold snowflakes buried his parents' bodies and his heart together.

Three days later, he left, he left the home that he had only lived for seven days, but he remembered for a lifetime, and stepped into the rivers and lakes. He was followed by a black iron knife and gossip knife left by his father, as well as a heartless heart.

On the vast earth, in endless loneliness, he walked with a sword, facing the wind and snow, his long hair fluttering in the cold wind, and only white flowers were left in the wilderness......