The Yuyang Dynasty has been standing in Middle-earth for 315 years, from the initial devastation to the gradual prosperity and then to the decline of the rivers, ups and downs, the emperor has changed several times, and the courtiers have changed several times.

The new emperor ascended the throne, changed his name to Yonghui, and deposed the old system and implemented the new policy when the foundation was unstable, which made the already declining dynasty show a stormy appearance, causing the surrounding countries to be ready to move, and the emperor and the ministers were also in a gap.

In the corner of the dynasty's territory, there was a small city called Heluo, which was not affected by the war, where the people lived in peace and tranquility.

At night, in the wing room of the most prestigious Qunfang Building in Heluo City, Lin Xingyu, a child of a wealthy family in Heluo City, was wearing a milky white silk bed, lying on his side on a slightly luxurious bed, supporting his cheek with his right hand and closing his eyes to recuperate, and under his body was an inch-thick gold silk brocade cushion, lying on it soft and comfortable, smelling the light and distant sandalwood of Xinshan, and feeling slightly sleepy.

Every time Lin Xingyu went to Qunfang Building, he ordered Wen Xiaoxiao to accompany him, mostly a stick of incense, a song, and when he fell asleep, Wen Xiaoxiao quietly retreated, and the two had already formed a tacit understanding.

Although he has been in love with the streets and alleys for many years, Lin Xingyu has never been out of the ordinary, I don't know if he is a little conservative about men and women, or it is related to the ancient books he once read.

"Lin Gongzi, what do you want to hear? or [Xiaoxiang Shuiyun]?"

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old Qingqi people smiled and smiled softly, covered their faces with white veils all the year round, and their eyes were soft.

I saw her sitting at the table, her hands on the strings, soft and delicate, her nails crystal clear, and a blue-green jade round buckle hanging from her waist, with dense small characters on it, I don't know what to write, every time Lin Xingyu wants to look, Wen Xiaoxiao will cleverly dodge it.

"I want to listen to some unique lyrics and songs, and you don't sing them. It's better to be in Xiaoxiang Shuiyun. Lin Xingyu's eyes lit up, and he quipped, and bit the word 'color' very hard.

Wen Xiaoxiao's fair face was slightly red, and her black and white eyes narrowed into a slit, and she couldn't tell whether she was laughing or angry, and gently stroked the piano.

As the sound of the piano sounded, the sound of the piano shook away the smoke and the aftermath of the sound lingered in the ears, gently soothing, and there was an indescribable meaning.

When Lin Xingyu heard the sound of the piano, he half-sat up and casually opened the "Heluo Tuzhi" next to the bed.

"Heluo Tuzhi" tells the story of the strange people and strange things in Heluo City for nearly a thousand years, the ordinary small city is already withered, and it is rare for a major event to happen, if someone in the city is promoted to the branch or becomes an important minister of the imperial court, it is recorded in the Tuzhi as a major event of the glory of the ancestors.

And there is such a record in the mediocre "Heluo Tuzhi", which Lin Xingyu can't forget for a long time and often reads it.

"Heluo Tuzhi" records: the first year of the founding of the Yuyang Dynasty, the war for many years, the people are not happy, when the flood is drought, the thieves are blazing, the imperial court sent an army to expropriate and suppress large bands of thieves, and in the states, counties, counties, towns issued a reward announcement, for a time there are countless people who practice Xuanqi, as many as the carp crossing the river, and the wind of practicing martial arts prevails in the world.

Huangjia Village, under the jurisdiction of Heluo City, there is a teacher in the village, surnamed Huang, named Qizhi, is one of the few well-educated people in the vicinity, only because of his wooden personality, introverted, not good at bending to welcome, for many years only mixed with the post of Mr. Teacher in the City Academy.

Growing up, this man had only one hobby, which was to collect books on strange things.

One day, Huang Qizhi passed by the bookseller's stall and picked and chose in front of the bookstall, wanting to exchange a few strange books.

It is reported that "Nine Techniques of Heavenly Performance" is the law of heaven, and those who are successful can call for wind and rain, drive thunder and lightning, and move mountains and seas.

Huang Qizhi practiced for several months, became a three-way artist, resigned from his position as a teacher, and set up a hexagram stall in Heluo City, which no one cared about.

One day, Yao Feiyun, the second son of the richest man in the city, was drunk and made trouble at Huang Qizhi's hexagram stall.

Huang Qizhi predicted that Yao Feiyun would die within three days.

Yao Feiyun was furious and threatened, 'If you don't die within three days, it will be Huang Qizhi's death'.

Three days later, Yao Feiyun died violently.

Yao Zhiyu, Yao Feiyun's father, took many family members to ask for explanations.

Huang Qizhi played a hexagram for him, but the content of the hexagram was unknown, and Yao Zhiyu bowed and led people away.

Since then, Huang Qizhi has become famous, and there is an endless stream of people who come to ask for hexagrams.

Huang Qizhi only opens three hexagrams every day, and the hexagrams are effective, and he is known as Huang Sanshu......

In the early autumn, when the tengu eats the sun, all the people are terrified and prostrate themselves on the ground.

Until the sun was gone, the afterglow dispersed, and the white-bearded and white-haired Huang Sanshu looked up at the sky, his eyes shining, and a faint light flashed in his pupils. It was like an epiphany, stroking his beard, laughing wildly, and shouting, "Good, good, good!" and turned away.

Seven days later, in the mountains behind the village, dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, lightning and thunder, strong winds, birds broke their wings, animals fled, mountain fires raged, heavy rain with ice and snow smashed to the ground, ice and snow did not melt on the ground, the raging fire was not extinguished, it was obviously intertwined, but it seemed to be in two different worlds, and this strange scene seemed to be banned, was enclosed in the back mountain, bounded by the foot of the mountain, the ice and fire stopped here, and the bits and pieces were impenetrable.

The spectacle lasted for seven days, and after seven days, the snow melted, the rain disappeared, the fire was extinguished, and the mountain burned to the ground.

Huang Sanshu never appeared again.

Seeing this, Lin Xingyu closed the book, put it aside, and sighed.

If I could get the Nine Heavenly Techniques like Huang Sanshu, I wouldn't need to practice any Xuan Qi at all to avenge my mother!'

Since the death of his mother Zhao Xiyao, the young Lin Xingyu woke up and cried because he often dreamed of the scene of her death.

At first, he would be accompanied by his father Lin Zhengyi, but as his father became busier, only the housekeeper and the maidservant accompanied him at night.

When Lin Xingyu was a little older, he dismissed the housekeeper and the maidservant, preferring to bear the pain in the dream alone, which was a way for him to hide in his heart and miss his mother.

He was afraid that the dream would not appear again, and he was also afraid of feeling the pain caused by his mother's death again and again in the dream.

In the winter of ten years ago, the snow was drifting, Lin Hanjian was scold, and his mother Zhao Xiyao disappeared inexplicably, and there was no news.

The Lin Mansion mobilized all its connections, searched inside and outside the city, posted notices at the same time, and hired a large amount of money to organize the search for the people of Youdie, who was famous for assassination and intelligence gathering.

Until the hunter in the mountains pushed Zhao Xiyao's corpse to come to receive the reward, it turned out that when the hunter was hunting in the mountains, he found a woman standing in the woods from a distance. I wanted to step forward and ask if the other party needed help, but when I got closer, it was a frozen corpse, with my right hand raised, my index finger pointing forward, and my angry expression was fixed on my face with a little loneliness, as if it was frozen into ice at that moment.

Lin Mansion up and down a plain white color, the whole city is known, there are many people who come to mourn, several Zhao Xiyao's personal maidservants volunteered to wear linen and filial piety, kneeling in front of the coffin for the lady to guard the spirit, crying mournfully, listening to others do not feel sad from it.

Lin Xingyu and his younger brother Lin Xinghe knelt in front of the coffin for three days, Lin Xingyu burst into tears and couldn't cry.

Lin Xinghe was ignorant, only knew that his mother was about to sleep forever, and he could never wake up again, so he knelt in front of the spirit and was silent.

When the last mourner left, Lin Zhengyi, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally collapsed, sat on the side of the mourning hall, looked at the plain in the house, and was a little distracted, and suddenly a mist rose in front of him, and he burst into tears unconsciously.

On the day of the funeral, the ceremony was not grand, Zhao Xiyao was buried on the top of a mountain with excellent scenery and covered in silver in three miles outside the city, and there was a holly tree with green leaves next to the tomb.

This was the place where Lin Zhengyi and Zhao Xiyao first met, and the two agreed to be buried here after a hundred years. It was getting late, everyone dispersed, only Lin Zhengyi and Lin Xingyu, father and son, one big and one small, were left guarding the tomb, the heavy snow was falling, and they couldn't cover the thoughts in their hearts, the cold wind was like a knife, and the family affection was like the sea.

On this day, Lin Xingyu took his mother's favorite hairpin ring into his arms, held a handful of loess tightly in his hand before holding the tombstone, the sand and gravel rubbed his palm, and the blood soaked the loess.

On this day, at the back door of the Lin Mansion, the ragged beggar was drunk, and wrote a sad and tragic poem "Sadness" in the snow with a tree branch.

It was also on this day, in front of the gate of Kyoto, a white-haired old man wearing a plain Taoist robe, fairy wind and bones, and his face was radiant, claiming to be the reincarnation of Huang Sanshu.