Huh ~
It was another cold winter solstice, and after the end of the year, it was the second year of Yuanshi.
"The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier. According to this trend, perhaps for another twenty or thirty years, there will be almost no one outside the Great Wall except Qisha City..."
The snow on the official road was already deep. In the wind and snow outside Shuiyun Pass, Qin Si vented lightly, and the water mist quickly condensed into tiny ice particles.
"According to Sanxiaosanren's theory of tides, outside the Great Wall, overseas has been unsuitable for human habitation for at least two hundred years. It's better outside the Great Wall, overseas..."
Yu Yang reached out to take the snow.
The cold wind outside the frontier is fierce, so you can build a city and live in it. Even if you can survive overseas storms, any island will sink.
That's the real cruelty.
"How can I survive for three hundred years?"
Qin Si was a little silent.
Buzz!
She suddenly raised her hand, and an invisible halo burst out from her five fingers:
"disperse!"
Bang!
Thunder broke out in the flat ground.
The place where the halo spreads, the snow within a radius of more than ten feet was instantly repelled,
And as the sound wave echoes, it continues to spread, and finally, it even spreads a hundred feet away.
"The magical power is inferior to the number of heavens. Not to mention that at this moment, even after the change of heaven, it is not something that the three levels of magical power can do if it wants to dispel the heavy wind and snow of this level."
Yu Yang was silent.
When the Ten Capitals are promoted, or when each level is promoted, there is a chance to bathe in the sea of ​​laws.
After this baptism, Qin Si not only transformed her body, but also her supernatural powers were promoted to the third level.
With all his strength, he could even force him to withdraw a hundred feet away, and he had already gained some attack power.
"After the change of days, maybe it's different..."
Qin Si didn't know where this idea came from, but she always felt that if there was a real change in heaven, the power of magical power would be far greater than that of today.
"Maybe."
While talking, the two walked on the snow and soon they had already entered Shuiyun Pass.
As the outside of the frontier was pacified, Wei Zheng first entered Qisha City, and most of the soldiers and civilians at the three passes of Longyuan moved inward. In addition, due to heavy snow, there were almost no pedestrians on the road.
Only in the tea shop next to the road, there were two old men sitting opposite each other, tasting tea and playing chess.
These two old men were wearing thin Confucian robes. One of them had white hair and beards, while the other was well maintained. The hair was still ink-colored, and there was still a bit of the style of the past between their eyebrows.
These two are two of the six gentlemen of the Xu family. The former is called Lian Ruoxu, while the latter is Feng Junzi.
"His Majesty!"
Seeing Yang Yu from afar, the two of them put down their chess pieces and stood up to worship each other.
"Shi Shi, maybe he is waiting for His Majesty..."
Goodbye Yang Yu, a hint of complexity emerged in Feng Junzi's eyes.
Yang Yu nodded and walked side by side with Qin Si. There was actually no grudge between the two. He didn't care back then, and now he doesn't care.
Goodbye Xu Wenji, the old man was bedridden, and his dusk was so heavy that his eyes were blurred.
He held Yang Yu's palm:
"In you, I saw the ominous aura. I am afraid that this trip will not be peaceful..."
"If you are not fair, just step on the fair. Don't worry, everything has been arranged properly."
Yang Yu comforted Mr. Xu, and the light of his eyes swept over. Wang Muzhi sighed helplessly, just like the other people in the room, without saying a word.
"That's good."
With such a word, he seemed to have let go, and his breath dissipated amid the crying sounds.
A great scholar of a generation died in bed.
Yu Yang bowed and gave him to him.
The hardest thing in life is separation.
This is true for life and separation, and so is death.
In Shuiyun Pass, Yang Yu stayed for seven days, watched Xu Wenji get buried before saying goodbye to Qin Si.
"Husband..."
In the wind and snow, Qin Si tightly held her cuffs. She was a little worried and reluctant to leave, but in the end she just stuffed jade pendants into his hands.
I sorted out the cuffs and collars for him, and said softly:
"Come back early, I, my mother-in-law and I will wait for you..."
"Wait for me to come back!"
Yang Yu held the jade pendants that still had the warmth, turned around and climbed up into the air, landing on the back of the goshawk that was flapping its wings.
For more than twenty years, he has done everything he can do, now...
Huh ~
The fierce cold wind blows away the eagle's cry.
Yang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the border from afar, faintly, as if he could see the fairy mountain that seemed to be there and not existed in the clouds and mist:
"Lu Chen!"
...
...
The wind and snow outside the border are twice as cold as the inside of the pass, and the more you head north, the colder the weather becomes.
Inside and outside the Qisha City, except for many masters of the martial arts world who have profound skills, some ordinary people can wander outside.
In this most severe cold winter, except for one or two hours at noon, ordinary warriors find it difficult to walk outside.
However, as the news that Yang Yu invited Lu Chen to fight, the giant city outside the Great Wall was much more lively than before.
Especially when the fog outside the square mountain was about to dissipate, it attracted countless experts to come, and the many inns along the street were almost full.
"Wei Zhengxian is worthy of being the leader of the three heroes of Longyuan. If he could persevere, not to mention a hundred years, only three generations would be needed, so he would be able to educate foreign races and eliminate the struggles between the two countries for so many years..."
"It's just a coincidence! If there weren't this wind and snow that had been going on for decades, if there was no Northwest King sweeping across the north, even if Wei Zhengxian had the ability to dominate the heavens, how could he have all the Eight Tribes of the Tianlang in the city?"
"Brother Lin, I have to change my words. This man ascended the throne last year and is now unable to be called the King of Northwest. He has to call him 'Your Majesty'!"
"Martial Ancestor Lu Chen, Yang Wudi, the current world. The showdown spanning three thousand years of martial arts is the ultimate match..."
"I only care about Fangcunshan, when will it open!"
...
In the restaurant, all kinds of arguments were mixed together, making it very noisy.
"Is he finally coming?"
In the box on the sixth floor, the boss's beard was gray and he was once bloated. He rolled in the wind and snow for more than 20 years, and he looked very talented.
"It's been more than twenty years since it's agreed to wait..."
The boss sucked his teeth straight.
"Even if this person is here, I'm afraid he won't be looking for treasure with you. Don't forget, Lu Chen!"
Xie Qi was wearing a black suit, exuding a breath of coldness.
In the past twenty years, the boss has not found what he wants, but he got what he wants and found the fruit that suits him.
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And in the past twenty years, we welcomed and sent off, and the ceremony was completed with the many masters who died in Fangcun Mountain and the many lonely souls on the snowy field in the northern border.
"This old man who suffered from plague has lived for thousands of years, which is not enough. I have to make trouble for me!"
The boss suddenly turned dark. He was about to say something, but a silent Daoren Lin spoke:
"It's time to leave."
"ah?"
The boss was stunned and heard noises coming from outside. Looking up, he saw the overwhelming eagle coming from the north.
"The heavy fog outside the square mountain has dispersed!"
One stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves!
I don’t know who shouted, and the entire restaurant, twenty or thirty inns along the street, and even the entire cold and solemn city were boiling in an instant.
Swallows, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, swishs, sw
Almost in a moment, dozens of figures burst out from various restaurants and inns.
The true energy of qi and blood was pouring out and heading towards the North City Gate.
More people followed closely behind, in a vast and vast way, not knowing how many hundred or thousands...
"Let's go."
The boss suddenly stood up, but Daoren Lin was calm and swept away the wine and food on the table, and then got up.
After a moment of noise, the city became even more deserted.
When Daoren Lin slowly left the restaurant, Lu Qingting was also going out of the restaurant opposite.
call!
The cold wind blows the long street.
The Martial Saints, the Tenth Capital Lords, appeared one after another, but did not talk to each other. They just looked at each other lightly, then turned around and disappeared from their original place.
"This time it's probably even harder..."
The boss took a breath.
On this street alone, there are three martial saints and seven ten capital masters...
A moment ago, he was still scolding Lu Chen for his bad things, and at this moment he was praying silently that it would be best for these masters to come and watch the battle...
"Fangcun Xianshan..."
Lu Qingting was alone, and he finally got up, but was the first to reach the foot of Fangcun Mountain.
The three-level divine movement can move within ten miles in one moment, and can activate it with all your strength, and you can cross a hundred miles in an instant.
No light skills can be compared with it.
Huh~~
In the biting cold wind, Lu Qingting suddenly stopped.
Behind him was the heavy snow of goose feathers, and the mountains were white. In front of him, a fairy mountain emerged.
The thin mist seemed to be blown away by the cold wind, but inside were green green mountains.
Fangcun Xianshan appears again!
But he stopped here because someone stopped him.
To be precise, it blocked everyone.
In front of the square cun mountain, there is a long river that is about a wide distance. It surrounds the mountains and cannot be spanned. If it sinks into the water, it will sink.
On the only stone bridge that could pass, there was a man standing with a sword, leaning against the bridge pier. He lowered his head slightly, unable to see his face clearly.
But there were many screams behind Lu Qingting:
"Sword Saint Mu Qingliu?!"
"impossible?!"
Amid the continuous sound of breaking through the air, a group of experts from the martial arts world stopped, looking at the "Mu Qingliu" in front of the stone bridge in surprise,
Then, they turned around one after another, and at the end of the crowd, the other one came slowly, Mu Qingliu!
"How come there are two sword saints?"
The masters were all frightened and retreated one after another, looking alert.
"Mr. Lu, what do you mean?"
Mu Qingliu stopped by the river and looked coldly:
"I was invited to watch the battle, but if Mr. Lu is willing to give me some advice, Mu will be very happy!"
"Brother Mu misunderstood."
Lu Chen's voice came from the void:
"Today's battle may be Lu's last battle in this world, and it should also be the ultimate battle of martial arts.
To watch the battle…”
The gentle sound of the sword sounded from the stone bridge, and the cold current, which was more biting than the wind and snow outside the border, suddenly came:
"Should receive this sword!"
quiet!
Deadly silence!
At this moment, hundreds of people gathered in front of the stone bridge, but facing the bone-killing sword intent and domineering voice, everyone was angry in their hearts, but they did not dare to act rashly.
Because the mysterious man who looks like Qingliu is most likely the legendary Wu Zu Lu Chen!
"Mr. Lu, you..."
Someone was about to speak, but suddenly he heard it and burst into thunder and rumbled.
"Yang doesn't have the patience of you, I just want to..."
A sound that seemed to contain blood and fire in peace was like an invisible hand, which wiped out the raging sword intent cold current:
Chapter completed!