It is clearly noon, and it should be the time when the sun is shining, but the sky is gloomy, and the mountain rain is about to fall.

Only a faint ray of sunlight slanted in through the window lattice, as if to give the beautiful woman a hint of warmth and comfort.

The woman has a graceful posture, a tall figure, and a plain palace dress, not ordinary but elegant in temperament, like a noble lotus swaying and clear ripples. Only the pretty face was full of worry, and it was difficult to hide his hesitation.

The fingers of the onion jade are gently supported on the side of the cradle in front of him, and the fingertips are like a music, playing a little sorrow on the edge of the cradle. The cradle swings gently, and it seems to be another safe world, which is isolated from all worries.

The baby sucks the fat fingers, squints and falls asleep, exceptionally peaceful, the toes sometimes tremble slightly, the beautiful woman looks, the smile is self-generated, a smile of flowers dare not compete for beauty, and the glass sighs to herself.

The eyes are obsessed and the soul has been lost, and the figure is insignificant.

"Child, it's useless to be a mother, I'm sorry for you!"

The beautiful woman's words are soft, but her teeth are tightened, hatred and powerlessness are intertwined, longing and reluctance linger.

For a long time, there was only a touch of strength that should not have been borne by her.

The arm is like a lotus root, and it is elegant and self-generated with a light wave, but it is also a mother in the world, not angry and self-authoritative.

"Chiju. ”

"The old slave is here!" With the voice falling, an old man suddenly appeared in the hall, bowing and standing, the number of wrinkles on his face is far greater than the pattern of the pear, a line, is a time.

The beautiful woman was silent for a long time, her elegant and slender fingers unconsciously pinched the cradle, closed her eyes and said word by word: "Take him away!"

The old man was taken aback and sighed: "The holy lord has not returned, the old slave should swear to protect the holy concubine to the death, if he really leaves the holy concubine alone, he will ask the holy lord how to ......answer the old slave! Never!"

The beautiful woman opened her eyes, the starlight in her eyes was dotted, falling through the void to the endless, and the locked eyebrows were always pitiful, but no one could smooth out the ups and downs.

"Why not. "The beautiful woman's red lips are lightly opened, and the shell teeth are frosty, and it is difficult to hide the desolation when it comes to the eye.

The old man's eyes were sad, he sighed softly, his rickety body knelt on the ground, and the beautiful woman immediately went to help: "Qianshou, why are you suffering!"

The old man stared at the beautiful woman's eyes, and the old tears were full of tears: "Holy Concubine, I'll leave together, the old slave will definitely protect the Holy Concubine!"

The beautiful woman was silent for a long time before she chuckled: "How can I give up the country he single-handedly, I can't keep it...... Keep it too. ”

The laughter was crisp and pleasant, but the heart was so desolate that people couldn't say a word again.

"The bloodline of the Holy Lord cannot be severed, Qianshou, this palace regards you as an elder, and is unwilling to order you, count it as this palace...... Please!" the beautiful woman was about to cry, and the corners of her lips hooked a heartbreaking arc, and she wanted to kneel.

The old man hurriedly hugged the beautiful woman, looking panicked: "The holy concubine must not be!

Outside the Drifting Snow Palace, a middle-aged man walked with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, seeing it like a spring breeze, his eyes were as deep as the stars in the sky, and his black pupils were like a magic pen and ink.

"Concubine Xiao, I have a new pot of good Yunzhi tea in this seat, and I have come to invite the Holy Concubine to taste it, why does the Holy Concubine refuse to appreciate her face?

The beautiful woman walked out of the hall with a flat expression, her eyes swept over the man's cheeks, and all smiles were sarcastic.

"Where did Lin Zhangzuo say, Lin Zhangzuo is the pillar of the Holy Land, and the seat of a hall is in charge, how dare Jianghua dislike it!"

The man smiled even more and walked in front of the beautiful woman: "Don't you invite me in to sit?"

"There is no hall master to answer, although the flower is the son of the holy lord, he does not dare to trespass. ”

The man laughed three times and glanced at the man standing behind him, who immediately retreated, like fog and smoke, and dispersed out of thin air.

"The Holy Concubine is laughing, they are husband and wife, why do they come to trespass! Now that the Holy Lord is missing, the Holy Concubine has full authority to decide!"

"It's just ......" The man's words paused, and the smile on the corner of his lips became stronger: "This holy land cannot be left without an owner for a day, now that the holy lord is missing, he has not returned for a long time, and his soul is dim, I am afraid that it will be more auspicious." This holy land, you can't be left without an owner for a day, Lin is not talented, and he is willing to serve this dog and horse for the holy land, I don't know what the holy concubine wants?"

"Concubine Xiao, hand over the Heavenly Order, you are still the master of the Burial Flower Palace, and you can still guard this Drifting Snow Palace. ”

The beautiful woman stretched out her hand and stroked the hair in front of her forehead, her eyes fell on the purple orchid in the distance, and she didn't look at him more.

"Lin Zhangzao, Jianghua thanked you for this pot of Yunzhi tea, this is a good tea, it shouldn't be wasted. ”

The two looked at each other for a long time, one laughing, the other laughing together.

"It seems that Concubine Xiao has no intention of tasting tea, but wants to eat the penalty wine. After a while, the man turned around slowly, his eyes were as cold as frost, and he spit out a character in his mouth.

"Kill. ”

As his words fell, a large figure suddenly appeared in the air, and he bowed and stood: "Obey the orders of the hall master." ”

The disciples of the Drifting Snow Hall went up to the wind, facing the people from afar, and in an instant, the swords and soldiers faced each other, and there was still heavy snow coming, and when they fell to the ground, they fell into a plum, red and mottled. With the wind and snow, some people die, and some people will die.

At this moment, the cold wind was cold, the grass and trees were upside down, the air suddenly dispersed, and a person appeared out of thin air.

The old man's eyes were cloudy, but suddenly he was as sharp as an eagle, standing in mid-air, holding a person in his hand, that person's breath was sluggish, and he had almost no power to resist in the old man's hands.

"Lin Jiuxiao, you are so bold!"

The man turned around and slapped a palm in the air, like an illusion, like a dream, instantly imprinted on the old man's body, the old man's body shook, the corners of his mouth slipped and stained with blood, five fingers were loosened, and the person in his hand fell into the air, falling like a dead dog.

"Senju, minion...... You have to look like a slave, who gives you the courage to call this seat by its name!" The man's eyes drooped, and he said indifferently: "You have disappointed this seat." ”

The fallen man spat out a mouthful of blood and bowed his head in shame: "The subordinates are incompetent and have failed to find the Tongtian Order." ”

The old man stood in front of the beautiful woman and said solemnly: "Holy Concubine, take the Holy Son away!"

The man sneered: "Where are you going, why don't you sit on the ground and drink tea and enjoy the snow of this season!"

The disciples of the Nine Halls emerged in an instant, surrounding the Drifting Snow Palace, which was impenetrable, and the elders guarded the sky with complicated expressions.

"Concubine Xiao, don't be obsessed anymore, hand over the Heavenly Order, it's good for everyone. ”

The beautiful woman smiled dismally, turned around suddenly, holding the baby in one hand and the sword in the other.

Among the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace, they are loyal and brave, even if they risk their lives, no one flinched.

"Kill!"

Even if it is a shield surrounded by the Nine Palaces, it is difficult to defeat the sharp knives made by the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace, and where it passes, blood is drenched. However, the number of the other party is twice as large as his own, manpower, and there is an end of time.

No one complained about the long night, and the bun and green silk looked forward to the king's return.

"Husband, if there is an afterlife, don't leave your concubine behind......"

The baby in his arms cried fiercely, the rickety old man had tears in his eyes, the beautiful woman stood on her feet, jumped over, and threw herself into the heart cliff, the old man did not hesitate and followed.

"Holy Princess!"

The Great Elder of the Drifting Snow Palace, Nanfeng Xun's steps were about to be wrong, and his body was about to rise, and in the darkness, he saw the eyes of the beautiful woman shining like stars, and saw a touch of stopping in those eyes, and he was able to stabilize his body between his fists.

A few pieces of gravel slipped silently, and Nanfeng Xun raised his arms and exhaled, and the aura around his body was agitated, and he moved Qianjun with the force of four or two, blocking thousands of disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Tears rang out along with the words, burning this snowy and cold sky with sincerity: "Disciples of the Drifting Snow Hall listen to orders!"

"Drop!"

The disciples of the Nine Halls were surrounded by groups, and the disciples of the Drifting Snow Hall were stunned when they heard this, and they were furious in an instant, and they wanted to throw their heads and spill their blood, and the second elder passed through the crowd and attached the words of the Great Elder: "I Drifting Snow Palace, descend!"

The middle-aged man walked to the edge of the Heart Cliff and turned his back to everyone: "Okay, those who descend will not be killed! The disciples of the Nine Halls listened to the order and ordered to call the Heart Cliff, to see people in life and corpses in death!"

The person who was captured by the old man took the lead, and he also jumped up, and peach blossoms bloomed all over his body, and the refreshing fragrance attracted people's hearts.

The second elder couldn't bear it after all, and after talking to the great elder, Nanfeng Xun's eyes were red, and he shook his head slowly, his eyes were not instantaneous.

Through the layers of darkness, the edge of the communication between the top of the heart-evoking cliff and the light, countless disciples turned into spiritual qi and swarmed down, the holy concubine's eyes were calm, and the baby in her arms did not cry or make trouble, and had fallen into a deep sleep.

The beautiful woman reached out and gently tucked the pendant around the baby's neck into her garment and closed her eyes.

At the bottom of the cliff, once it touches the ground, all evil spirits will add to the body, evil energy will invade the body, evil thoughts will swallow the heart, and it is very easy to lose its nature.

The disciples of the Nine Halls stood in mid-air, and the spiritual energy consumption under the pressure was far greater than before, just waiting for the middle-aged man to give an order.

The man in peach blossom showed a sneer, Huo Ran landed, his eyes fell on the old man from afar, and the moment he landed, it seemed that thousands of pressures had dissipated, and his aura was surging.

"Hall master, your subordinates are not afraid of all evils, and your subordinates are invited to fight!"

The middle-aged man bowed his head, this person suddenly flashed like lightning, and the peach blossoms opened in an instant, and then withered in an instant, and in an instant, the disciples of the Nine Halls were all moved.

The old man's eyes were shining, and the wind was blowing under his feet, but the beautiful woman slowly stretched out her hand, crossed in front of the old man, and entrusted the baby in her arms to the old man: "Qianshou, you are good at the art of escaping, this palace will entrust Xiao'er to you, go, don't look back!"

The old man's pupils dilated, and the beautiful woman stopped his words: "It's not a pity for me to die, the bloodline of the Holy Lord cannot be broken!

The old man suddenly lowered his head and wept blood: "Old slave, obey orders!"

The old man fled into the ground with the baby in his arms, and the middle-aged man could no longer stand by and watch, so he suddenly slapped his palm, and the beautiful woman was a husband, her expression was as indifferent as snow. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the clouds and smoke were vast, the heavens and the earth were in danger, and the people's hearts were trembling.

I don't know where the sky is, and the snow is lonely and guards the lonely city.

The phoenix is singing, and it is in the high post. The sycamore is born, and the sun rises in the sun.

The name of this place is called Wutong Village, and it is said that there was a phoenix perched on it, with sassy feathers, as fierce as fire. Later generations do not know that the phoenix is fake or true, only this towering sycamore is true and false.

Inch by inch mottled with blood, a little bit of time spreads over the branches.

The village chief Yao Wuqiu stepped forward tremblingly on crutches, his eyes fell on the hazy end, accompanied by the iron-blooded remnant sun, and he could vaguely see that the person in front of him still had the high-spirited appearance of the year.

"Your Excellency is Brother Qianju!"

At that time, the young handsome man was full of economic wealth, and he was bullied by dogs in Pingyang, but now he is older than Qianshou, and he doesn't know that the ruthless years have carved a few scars in his heart.

Yao Wuqiu was so excited, he dropped his crutches, and put his arms on Qianshou with trembling palms: "The eldest brother was graceful back then, not like the world, how can he ...... today?"

Looking at the bloodstains on Qianshou's body, and facing his empty eyes, Yao Wuqiu swallowed the second half of the sentence, and there were twilight tears in his eyes.

"If there was no eldest brother to rescue him back then, Wuqiu would have died in a foreign country! My old bones are useless, and they are too thin to be firewood, but where the eldest brother can use them, he will not frown if he is broken!"

Chiju smiled, tired eyes, held the baby in one hand, picked up the crutch with the other and handed it to the old man. After many years with Yao Wuqiu, the crutches are smooth and smooth, and the edges and corners of the year can still be seen, but they have been smoothed out by the ruthless years, and they are still there today, and they are no longer there.

Handed over the crutch to Yao Wuqiu, Qianshou squinted and received a line of remnant sun, like blood covering his heart. The palms of the hands are rough, covering the baby's eyes, and the baby's waving little hands gradually calm down, and the breathing is even.

At this moment, Qianshou's forehead was bruised, the corners of his mouth were coughing up blood, and all evil spirits were added to his body, and there was a touch of evil qi that penetrated his chest.

Yao Wuqiu's expression was worried, and Qianshou's voice was like smoke and fog, light and calm, echoing in his ears.

"Good mountains, good water, good sycamores. ”