All cultivators in Dayuan Mountain in the east know that Xumeng Mansion is located against the surrounding mountains. Not only can we see the ambition of Yan Qiye, but we also know that this place is located against the mountains. However, because rogue bandits were entrenched in those days, it seemed that the feng shui was not good. Such a good Xu Meng Mansion really did not rely on the forcible control of those mysterious and mysterious Feng Shui fortunes to achieve such a huge momentum now. It just cultivated the Xingren Mountain Gate on its own, almost killing the entire Great Yuan and connecting the east and west.
However, few people know that Yan Qiye, who has been very elusive since the Great Yuan War, actually goes to the highest point of the mountain around Xumeng Mansion. If you go further, you can touch the sky. If you step back, you will be doomed. On the cliff It is smooth and visible. Even if there is no green moss during the summer rains, it is not easy for an old ape to climb, and it is difficult for a long snake to walk. When the bright stars are flying over this peak, you still need to avoid it.
This is the tenth day that Yan Qiye has been sitting cross-legged alone on the top of the mountain. Even though there are still people in the Xu Meng Mansion who are in charge of the overall situation, but calculating the time, the old master of the manor will set foot on the top of the mountain alone. It has been quite a long time, but Yan Qiye had warned beforehand that no one should climb the mountain even half a step. Even the young palace master who always relied on the power of the old palace master and was quite domineering outside was still not allowed to do so. Anyone who takes one step closer to the top of the mountain will be killed.
In fact, many people have already sniffed out the clues, but it is neither easy to say nor conclusive. The idea of coming to Xumeng Mansion to clean up the immortal sects of the Yuan Dynasty was already a few years ago. As early as Xumeng Mansion had not yet When he wanted to control the entire Yuan Dynasty with one hand, he had already solved all these troubles. Now, even the old master of the palace, who has a profound but bottomless realm, has returned the plaques in front of the various cultivation mountains because of the shame of the Five Absolutes. , these cultivation sects are still firmly held by Yan Qiye. Since he definitely will not be disturbed by the cultivation sect that has long since lost power and is only following the Xu Meng Mansion, he has already entrusted all matters to those close confidants who are skilled in dealing with them, and there is also that person who has always been very reassuring. The sick scholar is in charge of the troops. Although he suffered a heavy loss not long ago, he is far from being at the end of his rope.
There are things that I don't understand in everything, but An An's mind is wandering and undecided, so he can think about it during his leisure time while drinking tea. Probably more than 70% of the things that seem confusing at first glance can give rise to some ideas of your own, which may not be true, but there is always some truth.
What can disturb ordinary people's hearts is often whether there is still some money left after throwing away the money spent on trivial matters during this New Year's season. People who are a little better off usually have to think about whether they want to have a skill, learn literature and martial arts, or make a living by crafts. It always depends on food and drink in the future, and the most inconspicuous bits and pieces of money. After all the layers of exploitation, is there still room left to deal with emergencies? Bumps and bruises, colds and old illnesses always choose the most undesirable time to break into a house without any reason. Compared with those horse thieves and bandits who kill people without blinking an eye, gain wealth and hurt lives, they are not much better. There are also old people who need support and care, children who cry and beg for food and clothing, who have to walk up the mountain to lay eggs, and the most difficult and careful steps, which are the worries and labors of most people in the world, and are often troubled and troubled.
When it comes to Yan Qiye, what can shake up and disturb his mind, and even make him unstable, is probably the only one that can best shake things up. This kind of master in the spiritual path, who has a very solid mind in the city, is worried and uncertain.
Many people, even those in high positions in Xu Meng's Mansion, often raise their heads silently and look towards the top of the surrounding mountains, where the snow is thickest and thickest, blocking out the sun and almost making the top of the mountain become as dark as the sky. Locked in one place, you can see the snow waves rising like clouds and mist, and the clouds and mist seeming to stop like flying snow, but no one has ever been able to see clearly what has changed at the top of the mountain, or what the old palace master in the mountain has. No worries.
It's often not cold at high places. When you reach high places, you can see how many sad clouds there are in the cold sky and how much turbid snow there is.
But Yan Qiye in the mountains may not necessarily think so.
Since the old man led the concierge boy whom he valued very much to the top of the mountain, he had almost no time to spare. He first spent two days admiring the snow, specializing in the rootless snow that was the most swaying and light when it was drifting. Filled three or five wooden barrels, and then very ostentatiously took out six or seven small purple clay teacups that were no more than two or three fingers wide, made Wugenxue fried tea, drank it slowly, and watched the huge snowfall, commenting on it. In the eyes of children, it always seems a bit pretentious. Fortunately, even though Yan Qiye could live without food, he still did not forget to bring some meat for the child, thread it through the dead branches, and put it in a small thatched hut.
The brazier inside made it shiny, but the result was that his beard was almost burned, and he was very disgraced.
As for what the master of Xumeng Mansion was thinking, the child couldn't tell, nor could others. He just thought he was having fun in his spare time.
For seven or eight days later, Yan Qiye just taught the child some walking boxing skills. Although the old man himself was very successful in the fight, the child had practiced for two or three days and didn't see any benefit at all. He only felt that Compared with the most unfashionable martial arts skills in Xu Meng's house, this boxing technique is far different. However, he couldn't stand it anymore and recognized his master, so he had to practice it with a frown on his face. He often had to add tea, water, chopping wood and carrying fire for Yan Qiye. Quite reluctantly. Since joining Yan Qiye's sect and accepting a cheap master, Yan Qiye has become a fairy in the child's heart, turned into the master of the palace, and then turned into a cheap master. Now he has become a quite unreliable person. The gluttonous old man eats and drinks, which shows how wronged the child has been.
But the perpetrator showed no sign of repentance. He closed his eyes to calm down, drank tea and watched the snow. However, he couldn't bear to see the child practicing boxing. He said that he was weak and weak. If he found a dying wild grouse, he would be stronger. Two points, it’s so annoying that people don’t like it.
It is estimated that the people in Xumeng's Mansion at the foot of the mountain also did not expect that the old mansion master had been up the mountain for ten days without doing anything. He just sat on a wicker chair and listened to the heavy snow for ten days.
But it was not until late today that a chariot was lifted up by a few people and swaying along the road in the wind and snow to the top of the mountain, and something was different.
"The dignified Master of the Meng Mansion, instead of worrying about the war, is here to enjoy himself. Most of the guesses made by many people are in vain."
Inside the chariot, a middle-aged man with a very mellow voice spoke loudly, and there was actually a hint of a smile in his tone. There was no intention of making fun of or gloating about one's misfortune, even before the chariot went up the mountain. , even Yan Qiye, who firmly locked the man's aura in the chariot, never noticed anything strange or against his will.
"I thought that having your legs and arms crippled by a traitor cultivated by my own sect would make you, Zhang Lingdu, give up on yourself and blame yourself, but I didn't expect that it would only make you think a lot more deeply. I should not say it, but I have never seen it until now. Weird people like you don't think about making progress when you have nothing to do, but you just wait until all the things you cherish are ripped apart, and suddenly you realize that you are such a worthless bone that can't be broken."
Far from being polite, Yan Qiye didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and he didn't even have the intention to come forward to greet him. He slurped up the tea soup in the small cup and watched the snow falling on his own, making the distant mountains willing to wear it. Heavy white sleeves.
Zhang Lingdu, who was in the chariot, was not upset. He just stretched out his left hand like a dead branch and pulled up his clothes to keep out the cold. But when he stepped out of the chariot, for a man whose legs were completely cut off and whose meridians were all dead, It was not an easy task, so he got up, but smiled helplessly, and simply sat in the car tent, chatting slowly with Yan Qiye, who looked down on him.
"As for Yan Jidao, I don't have any complaints. People always have to work for themselves. If you can't be loyal to yourself, how can you talk about being loyal to your master? Besides, as a master, I can't be said to have taught him. What is so extraordinary is that he learned it on his own, so it is more useful." At this time, Zhang Lingdu, who was thin and nearly tortured to death by Yan Jidao and covered with old scars, did not have any earthly air in his words. , paused before continuing, "I guess this person must be no longer alive. Palace Master, do you think what I said is right?"
Others don't know, but Yan Qiye knows the reason for Zhang Lingdu's trip, otherwise he would never have come at night at a time when going up the mountain is expressly forbidden, and he would not have said what he just said.
What Zhang Lingdu wanted was to die, so he said these words about Yan Qiye's thoughts almost without hesitation, and it happened that his guess was not bad.
People like Yan Jidao have their own cleverness, otherwise they would definitely not have taken advantage of the wind to seize the position of the master of the Great Purple Luan Palace during that time when all the Great Yuan sects were suffering. He has done a lot of things for the Xu Meng Mansion, but unfortunately some people can take advantage of the wind to rise on their own, but they are always unable to hold their hard-won positions due to excessive ambition and ambition, and it is certainly not strange to die at the hands of Yan Qiye.
"Go down the mountain. You are of no use to me. You may be of some use to Huang Fuchao, but that scholar has never cared about the stigma attached to him. I still want to show my face, so that I don't have people in the world pointing at me and scolding me."
Zhang Lingdu's expression darkened, and without saying anything else, the chariot retreated.
The old man with white hair mixed with snow on his head looked up. There was neither moonlight nor setting sun at the moment. Only the light of snow that almost illuminated the night was left. It had been traced from the border of Luzhou Barrier to this place, which had never been affected by the war. In the Eastern Region of the Great Yuan Dynasty, snow flakes nearly half the size of a palm were extremely stable, allowing the cold and cold wind in the mountains to blow from low to high, and then spiral down from high, smashing away countless silver-white flowers, which were covered in black by the night. Dust and turbid waves.
Of course there was a kid doing a set of boxing moves that were far from brilliant.
Yan Qiye stood up and touched the child's head. The child just felt a moderate wind blowing above his head, and then suddenly returned to silence. So he looked at the old man suspiciously, and for no reason he felt that the old man was standing there. Got a little taller.
