This year, it’s snowy.
A heavy snow had not melted, and another night of heavy snow fell. The sky and the earth were white and the temperature was cold. Although it was noon, there was only a little heat in the sun.
On the empty street, there were few pedestrians. An old man with a waxy face led a tightly wrapped little girl and watched the snow on the street.
This is a delicate and quiet girl, who seems to rarely go out. She looks bright in her eyes when she looks at the heavy snow.
Looking at the little girl, Huang Sixiang's eyes were soft and she felt distressed.
The little girl stepped on the snow lightly. She was a little happy when she listened to the 'cry' and creaked' sound. She asked, "Grandpa Huang, where are we going?"
"Go to meet a little brother."
Huang Sixiang smiled gently.
"Is it Brother Yang?"
The little girl stared at her eyes.
"Miss, too?" Huang Sixiang was a little surprised.
"Well, I heard from my grandfather."
"I heard that he is here, go and see him."
Huang Sixiang smiled. Soon after, he had arrived outside the Six Gate Station. Several constables stationed obviously recognized Huang Sixiang and silently made way.
There were almost no one in the six doors. Except for the few people on duty, only Tiefeng was cleaning up the snow and greeted Huang Sixiang.
"Mr. Huang is here to find Brother Yang, right?"
Tiefeng pointed to the backyard.
"Um."
Huang Sixiang led the little girl to the backyard and saw a big white crane with a height of several people, curled up in the corner like a defeated rooster, and kept chirping, as if very tired.
Before the big bird, Yang Yu fell and sat down, put his hands up and down in front of his lower abdomen, forming a Tai Chi shape, slowing down his spirit and breathing.
He repeatedly induced his supernatural powers and his spirit was quite exhausted.
call!
While Huang Sixiang stepped into the backyard, Yang Yu opened his eyes and stood up.
"You guys did a great thing."
Looking at Yang Yu, whose spirit, appearance, and temperament have transformed, Huang Sixiang couldn't help but sigh.
No matter how much he raised his expectations, he really didn't expect this kid to take off so quickly. After only half a year of separation from Mulin Mansion, he was already truly famous in Qingzhou.
Before his age as young as a young man, he is enough to suppress countless older generation masters.
"If you persuade me, you won't be able to say it. I will be able to weigh the pros and cons in my previous life."
Yang Yu soothed his muscles and bones, sat quietly all night, and felt a sense of vitality. He replied casually with Huang Sixiang, and his eyes fell on the little girl.
"This is the adult's granddaughter. Because of the injury in the womb, he was congenitally deficient and had a little weak body."
Huang Sixiang sent a message, and the little girl said hello: "Brother Yang, my name is Xiuxiu."
"Hello Xiuxiu, my name is Yang Yu."
Yang Yu smiled and touched the little girl's head, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.
【Xu Xiuxiu】
【Fate: Phoenix Bird】
[Fate number: one gold, two red, one green, one white, one gray]
[The Phoenix Bird of Heaven (light gold), innate deficiency (light red), no good fortune (light red), pure Yin body (light green), ingenuity and intelligence (light green), never forget everything after seeing (white), weak and sick (gray)]
As Huang Sixiang said, Xu Xiuxiu was indeed not a disease or a injury, but a congenital deficit. Fortunately, she had been tonics. Although she could not practice martial arts, she had no worries about her life.
However, the fate of the phoenix bird...
"This is the news I just got from the Jinyiwei, take a look."
Huang Sixiang handed over a letter.
Yu Yang did not refuse, but looked away, his expression changed slightly.
"The Flying Sword Art, the Great Sword Master of Canghai?"
"This great sword master is quite famous in Longyuan Dao. It is said that this man was once a disciple of the Hanging Sword Platform, but he was not loved by the sword god Mu Qingliu. Later, he simply defected to the Longyuan Prince's Mansion and learned the Hundred Steps Flying Sword of Qixuanmen..."
Huang Sixiang explained to him:
"This man's swordsmanship is wonderful and famous in Longyuan Dao. He once defeated the Grandmaster of "Create of Hundred Classics" with a flying sword."
"It is not impossible to defeat the strong with the power of a hundred-step flying sword."
Yu Yang nodded.
After reaching the fourth level of martial arts, the blood exchange level has almost reached its peak, and the subsequent direction of practice is no longer about the improvement of blood and energy.
True Gang, a blood and qi melting furnace, hundreds of meridians are melted and cast, and qi passes through hundreds of orifices. This is also called the Four Steps of the Martial Saint.
Among them, the one who has made a hundred classics is also called a master, a powerful warrior who has taken his own path, and the one who has further penetrated all the clues is a master.
The gap between these four steps is very big, and those who can practice to this level are not ordinary people, and those who can fight beyond the level are naturally not trivial.
"Anyway, be careful."
Huang Sixiang sighed:
"The masters in the world, the imperial court accounts for 60% of them, so you must not be careless..."
"I know."
After Yang Yu thanked him, he put away the letter and saw the little girl looking at him curiously, caressing her long hair, and said:
"Xiuxiu, can you give you a gift, brother?"
...
...
The night is cold and there is no stars or moon. Fortunately, the stars reflect the white snow, not too dark.
It is already winter, and the mountains are getting colder and the snow is half a person deep in the shade. Not to mention people, even insects and birds are not seen.
The mountain roads are difficult to walk at night, and the mountain roads in winter are even more difficult to walk.
However, in the night, there were people climbing the deep mountains and forests on winter nights. When they looked closely, they were all old and young, all wearing ink robes, thin but not cold, and even more vigorously.
The mountain road in front of the two of them seemed to have no obstacles at all. The mountains and forests were as if they were walking on flat ground, and the natural barriers for ordinary people were easily passed.
call!
It was not until late at night that the two stopped.
"Master, take a break! This is a mountain road that takes more than a thousand miles..."
The young people are a little unable to eat or drink. They are not tired, but hungry. They are really unable to bear it if they don’t see water and rice for a day.
People who practice martial arts have strong physical strength and can consume a lot.
"Okay, come back from hunting some prey."
The old man nodded and stopped. He looked around and found a flat woodland. He waved his sleeves, swung the snow, took dry firewood, and lit the bonfire.
Not long after, the young man also came back. He carried two hares that had been called from unknown places, molten the snow water, treated the grass for a while, and then set up a bonfire to roast.
"Master, why are we going so urgently?"
He glanced at the old man who was fiddling with the turtle shell, and the young man felt a little slandered.
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The old man was fiddling with a light golden turtle shell, but he didn't raise his head when he heard this: "I'm late, I'm afraid I can't get any benefits in my hand."
“What are the benefits?”
The young man was a little confused. He only knew that the old man had received a ling eagle from nowhere, and then he pulled him and ran in the mountains and forests like a fire.
"Shaoyou, do you know the origin of our 'Shuiyun Temple'?"
The old man asked.
"origin?"
After hearing this, Mu Shaoyou straightened his waist and replied: "My Shuiyun Temple was completed more than 400 years ago. Because the ancestors had the merit of following the dragon, Taizu gave him the 'Shuiyun Mountain'..."
Shuiyun Mountain is located in Baizhou. Although it is not very famous and has a sparse population, it has a four hundred years of heritage. Of course, it is still a small sect.
"In recent years, our Yunshui Mountain has declined, with a few kittens and dogs, but four hundred years ago, it was also famous. The ancestor was also a guest of honor for Taizu..."
Taoist Yun sighed when he recalled the past.
Although Yunshui Temple fell when it fell into his hands, he never forgot the glory of the past.
"Don't talk about Chen Zhimao and Rotten Millet. You are not annoying, I'm annoying when you hear it."
Mu Shaoyou was speechless.
He has heard of similar words many times.
"Stupid brat!"
Taoist Yun glared at him and wanted to slap him, but he still couldn't bear to say: "Don't look down on our ancestors. Thinking back then, our ancestors were also a great master!"
“Master…”
Mu Shaoyou's mouth twitched.
The ancestor was a great master, but in the next four hundred years, did even one master emerge in our mountains?
Not to mention the master, there is not one who has achieved great success in blood exchange, right?
He was furious in his heart, but in order not to be hung up and beaten, he still held back.
"snort!"
However, Taoist Yun saw his thoughts and snorted coldly: "Do you know why the master is so anxious to bring you to this deep mountains and forest?"
Seeing his apprentice shook his head, he said:
"This matter is actually related to the secrets of our mountains. Only the head of the ancestors can know the rumors about the past dynasties. However, except for me, there is only you in our sect..."
"secret?"
Mu Shaoyou was shocked.
"The tide has been rising for three thousand years, and the world will eventually change drastically. In fact, it is not just Sanxiaosan people said it, but our ancestors also said it."
Taoist Yun said while shaking the tortoise shell:
"According to the words of the ancestors, in ancient times, gods, Buddhas, immortals, demons and monsters actually existed. But one day, a huge change occurred in the world, and then the immortals and gods disappeared..."
Speaking of this, Dao Ren Yun's expression became serious: "But they will come back eventually. Perhaps they are going to come back..."
"Come back?"
Mu Shaoyou's heart was shocked: "It's impossible. In three thousand years, many emperors and generals have sought immortals. If there are gods, I'm afraid they will be caught out long ago..."
"Then think about it, if there were never any immortals and Buddhas in this world, why would the emperors, generals and ministers of all dynasties have to pursue them hard?"
"Um?!"
Facing the master's replies, Mu Shaoyou was speechless and wanted to refute it, but he didn't know what to say.
"According to our ancestors, the reason why there have been rumors that someone meets immortals and who gets magic weapons has been spread over the past three thousand years is because of "they are coming back."
What they encountered was not immortals, but traces left by immortals and gods in the endless and long past..."
Taoist Yun repeated the words left by the ancestor. Seeing that his disciple did not believe it, he was not angry, and he still explained while shaking the tortoise shell.
"Our ancestors have encountered fairy tales!"
"What?!"
Click!
When Mu Shaoyou was shocked, the turtle shell that had been shaking for a long time, stopped, and six copper plates fell to the ground one by one.
He could see clearly that the six copper coins were arranged in sequence, like an arrow pointing to the west.
“It really has…”
Taoist Yun looked excited and almost burst into tears:
Chapter completed!