In the Eastern Regions, there is a small city in the source of Zhao and Lishui, isolating the far north borderland, saying: confused. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The origin of this city is no longer available because of its age.

And because of the lonely hanging in the northern frontier of Zhao State, there has been no war for a hundred years. It is to confuse the city and give birth to the people, plough at sunrise, rest at sunset, so back and forth year after year, although it is not peaceful and peaceful, the folk customs are tranquil and tight.

On this day, as usual, the wind was beautiful and the sky was clear.

The curling smoke rises in the distant barking of dogs, and sometimes lingers with the sound of rare vendors.

In a quiet and comfortable place, an old man and a young man staggered on the official road of the confusing city.

Or because of the heavy rain a few days ago, the official road was muddy, and the muddy water splashed down by stepping on the footsteps infected the two of them with not luxurious clothes.

"The cultivators of my generation can resist the sword beyond the nine heavens and shake the heavens and the earth, how happy it is. The young man lowered his head and looked at the filthy trouser legs quite angrily, and couldn't help frowning and complaining: "There are immortal means that you don't use, but your old man wants to follow the example of that ordinary man and wade through mountains and rivers on foot, but why bother?"

The young man who spoke, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and fair skin like snow, was a few points more delicate than ordinary women.

It's just that now, a little bit of sludge is scattered on its delicate cheeks, which looks a little funny.

Staggering forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, seeing that the old man in front of him was silent, the young man pouted his lips boredly, raised his arm to wipe the stains on his face, and secretly slandered: "The sky is hanging down, seeing the good and the bad, the saint is like it." The red dust is filthy, and it is turbid as far as the eye can see, where can you get the essence of the heavenly phenomena... ”

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves behind him.

Da Da Da –

Da Da Da –

The sound of iron hooves stomping on the ground suddenly rose like a storm, and in an instant, it whistled past the sides of an old man and a young man.

The splash of sludge mixed with black water covered the boy's face, and in the next moment, the cheeks that had been wiped clean before returned to the image of embarrassment.

"Phew—"

The boy coughed again and again, spitting out the mud and sand that had splashed like a chase, and his already gloomy mood was filled with anger in an instant.

The corners of his mouth twitched, looking up at the figure that had disappeared from the dust, a trace of cunning flashed in the young man's eyes, and the palm hidden behind him quietly lit up with a touch of brilliance, and he wanted to raise his hand to hit those cavalrymen.

At this moment, the trembling old man in front of him paused his steps, and with a shake of his black long sleeves, the light of the young man's hand vanished.

After doing all this, the old man walked into the distance and looked at the vaguely visible outline of the confusing city in front of him, coughed dryly for a long time, and said lightly: "Bastard boy, what do you know?"

After a slight pause in his words, the old man's figure became more and more rickety, and he lowered his head and muttered for a moment, and said again.

"Observing the changes of heaven and earth, feeling the difference between yin and yang, the prosperity and decline of fortune, and the blessings and disasters in the world are certainly the way of celestial phenomena. However, the connection between heaven and earth is a solitary image. Lonely yin does not grow, solitary yang does not grow, such a way of viewing the sky, how shallow?"

As he spoke, the old man's expression suddenly dimmed.

In the fifty-second year of Wude in the Qing Dynasty and the twenty-seventh year of the Great Zhao Tianxi, the heavens and stars were in chaos!

In one day, the sky rushes to the ground, and the stars of the year are confused.

The sky is killing, the boundless evil qi gathers into a cloud, the tail wing sweeps thousands of miles across the sky, and the entire Yunzong is shaken!

Just half a year later, Yingfu guarded his heart, and there was a falling star in the Eastern Regions, and the ground was a stone.

Such a constellation has made the Yunzong, which has been hidden for more than a thousand years, chaotic from top to bottom!

The cultivators have gone out one after another, looking for the location of the heaven and earth qi, in order to get a glimpse of the opportunity for some great changes. And although Shouli is only the pinnacle of Jindan's Taoism, he resolutely took his lover into the rolling red dust.

The reason for all this is that on the day of the great change in the heavens, he clearly noticed that a wisp of filth fell into the land of Qingzhao!

Ahem –

The old man stood in the mud all over the ground in a daze, and the suspicion between his eyebrows became heavier.

"Guarding the heart is a sign that the king is about to die, and great chaos is imminent. The falling star descends to the Eastern Regions, or the origin of chaos is here. However, along the way, although the fortune of Zhao is not prosperous, it is still hundreds of years. Muttering to himself, the old man looked at the extreme north with his head raised faintly, "The Qing Dynasty in the north, it seems that the qi of the Son of Heaven is scattered and the dragons and tigers are gathered, but in fact, the qi of the Son of Heaven is still red inside and yellow outside!

When he was out of his mind, the young man behind him pursed his lips undeniably, frightened by the old man's obscenity, and his mouth was full of bitterness and turned into a resentful mutter.

"What a hundred years, the nine bells are in the world, the king of Zhao and Liangdu, with the help of the divine bell, has sprung up, and the disaster of the wall is not far away. As for the auspicious omen of the Qing Dynasty, several battles of the true monarch have destroyed all hopes, where is the auspicious omen? The old man of the master is not crazy. ”

。。。 (To be continued.) )