It was the twelfth day of the first month of the year one thousand and four in the Dafeng calendar.
People probably never thought that the snow in Huangliang would continue to fall until now.
This is a very weird thing.
After all, even Huaian has entered spring.
Just like the mountains coming back from the vast swamp, they have truly separated the countries on both sides of the Strait into two human worlds.
People in the false capital wore thick winter coats and walked on the streets. From time to time they looked at each other in silence with familiar people, and then hurriedly passed by.
No one knew what to say, no one knew what to say.
The story of the Taiyi Spring Festival is about to begin soon. This was announced in the palace by the accompanying emperor, or the King of Chu, who had changed dynasties in the palace, and his Ling Yin not long ago.
As for the location, it is east of the false capital, among the windy and snowy mountains and rivers ten miles away.
This is why the world has clearly heard about the Spring Festival, but in the false capital, no trace of it has ever been found.
But this is not enough to silence the world.
Silence often needs to be caught between two parties.
When the King of Chu officially announced that Huangliang was restored to Chu, people saw many people from Xuansheyuan.
There are Taoists, sword cultivators, and wizards.
Come from all over the world.
But they did not enter the city, but stopped in a town not far outside the city.
Only one scholar walked into the city.
Someone who was more informed quickly learned the name of the thirty-year-old scholar.
Only then will we know autumn.
This is a person who does not know how to practice the way of being a witch or ghost.
But his identity is very special.
This gentleman from Fengwuyuan represents the ancestral courtyard of Huangliangxuanshuyuan.
Liu Chunfeng and the gentleman from the courtyard met him personally in the north of the city.
After that, the fake capital was sealed off.
They are some remaining defenders from all over the world.
Although Taiwei Huangliang had been abolished many years ago, those military powers still remained in the Jiu Si. After Lord Jiu Si Fengchang became Lord Ling Yin, another Lord Jiu Si took over the post of Sima.
With the two places isolated, Huangliang's military power once again fell into the hands of the false capital.
So the people in the false capital fell silent.
They may understand the meaning of this snowstorm.
...
Xuanxuyuan, in the small building of Tanchun Garden.
Liu Chunfeng, Qi Jingyuan and Fang Zhiqiu, who entered the city not long ago, were all among them. Even though they had recovered a little from their injuries, they were all standing in a corner, holding swords and watching the three of them warming themselves over the fire and drinking wine.
Naturally, the sword cultivators in Jian Yuan had left the false capital long ago.
They can enter the city secretly, but they cannot enter the city openly.
Just like those people in Xuanxuyuan.
Even if Liu Chunfeng had decided to enter the court with chaos, he would not be able to openly bring all the monks from Xuanxu Academy into the fake capital.
Entering the court with chaos is naturally treason, but it cannot be in the name of treason.
Therefore, in the process of those Xuanxuyuan practitioners constantly gathering towards the false capital, no one stepped into the gate of the false capital.
Only Fang Zhiqiu, Mr. Fengwuyuan, walked in.
Fang Zhiqiu is naturally not only Mr. Fengwuyuan, but also a flag hanging over the Fengwuyuan, just like the Prime Minister.
In the absence of the prime minister, Xuanxuyuan is the only one who knows Qiu is the best. Even Liu Chunfeng is not enough.
And Qi Jingyuan, this sword cultivator from Jianyuan, can lead many people in Jianyuan, so he is naturally an extremely important part.
So in the small building, there was only Han Chan, an outsider, sitting bored in the corner.
He didn't even want to come, but when Fang Zhiqiu came, he went to the Sword Academy to take a look at him, and for some reason, he called him over.
Seeing the three of them sitting there drinking, Han Chan was naturally a little bored, so he leaned against the beam behind him and looked at the three of them and said, "If you can't understand what's going on right now, why not think about what happened in the past first?"
Fang Zhiqiu turned to look at him and said, "What happened before?"
Han Chan said with a smile: "It's a matter of twenty thousand guan."
Fang Zhiqiu looked at Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan with some confusion.
The two talked about the previous things with Fang Zhiqiu.
Han Chan said sadly at the side: "You know, our Liuyun Sword Sect is not a mountain and river sect. We are true brothers and sisters. To turn against our senior brother is serious."
Hanchan was certainly not moved by righteousness.
It's not because of money either.
Just because I lost.
He lost to Qi Jingyuan, a seemingly ordinary swordsman.
As I said at the beginning, if you want to impress him, it is useless to say anything else. You have to use reason.
Qi Jingyuan's sword theory defeated him.
"You have so many people from Xuanxuyuan here, and each of you can do a few tricks, so you can make it together."
Han Chan was making calculations there.
"I think 20,000 yuan may not be enough. If I do something like this and destroy the Liuyun Sword Sect's brand, I'm afraid I will be beaten to death by my senior brothers if I go back. I probably won't be able to return to Huai'an for a long time, so at least Add another five thousand strings."
The three of them looked at Han Chan in silence.
But I have to admit that Han Chan's counterattack was naturally extremely important that day.
Fang Zhiqiu smiled softly and said, "Okay, I'll get it for you in a while."
Han Chan raised his eyebrows and said, "This seems to be a sign of default. After all, you have to go against the goddess. Who knows how long you can survive."
Fang Zhiqiu said with a smile: "You can rest assured that the goddess will not do anything to us."
This young gentleman from Fengwuyuan who came from Yaofeng looked at the wind and snow outside the small building, took a sip of wine and spoke lightly.
"Your Majesty may kill us, because imperial power naturally needs to be majestic and inviolable."
"But the goddess won't. Divine power must be benevolent and inclusive in order to truly gain a foothold in the world."
Han Chan thought for a while, then nodded in agreement and said, "That makes sense. But what if you are killed by your Majesty?"
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "You can ask for it from the people in Xuanshuyuan in the future."
Han Chan stretched out a hand.
Fang Zhiqiu said doubtfully: "What do you mean?"
Han Chan said matter-of-factly: "IOU."
Liu Chunfeng raised his hand to call a plum leaf from the wind and snow, scrawled a few lines on it, and then handed it to Han Chan.
Han Chan nodded with satisfaction, holding his sword aside and preparing to doze off.
"You guys continue."
After all, a killer is always a little boring if he doesn't take orders.
Napping is the best way to pass the time.
The three of them glanced at him, but did not continue to disturb him.
"Accompanying the emperor to summon the garrison from all over the world, we can do something about sealing the city." Qi Jingyuan said solemnly from the side.
Liu Chunfeng and Fang Zhiqiu looked at him together.
Qi Jingyuan said slowly: "We can spread the word that Dean Fang is imprisoned in the fake capital, so that Xuansheyuan will have a reason to enter the city."
Fang Zhiqiu laughed softly and said: "The world saw me walking in with my own eyes."
Qi Jingyuan was silent for a while and said, "That's true. It would be great if sir entered the city secretly that day."
"It's even weirder to enter the city secretly. After all, I am the dean of the ancestral courtyard. The world doesn't even know when I entered the city. The natural motive is even more suspicious."
Fang Zhiqiu said with a smile.
Liu Chunfeng was very calm on the side.
"Actually, these things are only seen by people in the fake capital. For the world, they can only see random words, but the reasons behind them are actually invisible to them."
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "It's just that Xuanxuyuan is not the headquarters of the Central Government. There must be a justifiable reason for entering the city with such a huge momentum. The world doesn't know it now, and it may not know it in the future. When teaching and educating people, you must set an example and not be a treacherous official and traitor." "
Liu Chunfeng was silent for a while, looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said, "So this is the reason why sir wants to visit the holiday capital in person?"
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "Yes."
Mr. Fengwuyuan looks to the north of the human world.
"The dean has worked hard for thousands of years to make Xuanshuyuan what it is today. Naturally, it cannot be destroyed just because of one mistake."
In other words, Fang Zhiqiu's meaning is very simple.
All the people in Xuanxuyuan could go to the capital to die because of the Taiyi Spring Festival.
But we must not ruin the reputation of Xuansheyuan.
Even if the gentlemen in the academy die, there will always be students who will take over such an academy again.
Once a reputation is tarnished, it will naturally be difficult to regain it.
Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan were silent for a long time, then looked at Han Chan who was pulled over for some reason, and then looked back at the scholar in front of the stove.
"So what do you think, sir?"
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "Do you two still remember the fall of imperial power a thousand years ago?"
Both of them were from the courtyard, so it was impossible not to know.
It was during the period of the Demon Suppression Division. The demon tribe lived in the black earth in the south, and Li Asan was eyeing it from the north. After the death of Emperor Huangliang of that generation, a bloody storm broke out in Kyoto.
But no one expected that Zuo Cheng would directly take action and kill the prince and the fifth prince outside the palace gate.
Then he welcomed the empress to the capital in an attempt to evade the royal family and divide the imperial power.
It's a pity that the success fell short in the end.
When Liu Chunfeng thought of this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang Zhiqiu.
"Sir, do you want to do what Zuo Cheng did?"
Fang Zhiqiu chuckled softly and said: "I am just a scholar. Naturally, I have no idea about Zuo Cheng's actions. There is just one thing we need to pay attention to."
Liu Chunfeng suddenly remembered something, looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said in a deep voice: "Isn't the empress Lan necessarily the descendant of the former emperor?"
Fang Zhiqiu stood up, held the cup of warm wine, walked to the edge of the building and said slowly: "Yes or no, it's a matter of thousands of years ago, but since there is doubt in the history books about this matter, it can naturally be used."
Qi Jingyuan said softly: "The emperor has been the emperor for thousands of years, and the world probably won't care about this kind of thing."
Fang Zhiqiu smiled and said: "Not to mention the world, even we don't care about such things, but Mr. Qi, it doesn't matter whether you care about such things or not. What is important is just a reason for Xuansheyuan to come to Beijing."
Qi Jingyuan also understood, but he still had questions.
"Have you really found the descendants of Emperor Huangliang?"
Fang Zhiqiu looked at a certain part of the small building with a smile and said, "What Zuo Cheng found may not be the same, so why should we be?"
Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan followed Fang Zhiqiu's line of sight and saw the Liuyun Sword Sect's killer dozing there.
Even Liu Chunfeng was a little silent at this time. He looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said, "Will the world believe it?"
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "Some people say it, and some people believe it. As long as Emperor Bian falls, the world will believe it even if they don't believe it. Moreover, the identity of a Huai'an person is sometimes too outrageous, but it will stimulate the wonderful imagination of the world."
If you find someone from Huangliang, the world probably won’t believe it, because everyone will think why it’s not them.
But if it were a Huai'an person, the world would be in huge contrast and begin to wonder what kind of story this was.
Fang Zhiqiu looked towards the human world.
"We just need to tell him, and the world will give him a reasonable origin of his identity."
There was silence in the snow-stormed small building.
As for a sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect, he would probably find himself a descendant of Emperor Huang Liang when he woke up.
...
Nanyi City, in the Xuanxu Courtyard.
The Prime Minister did not ride around on his little flying fairy today.
Instead, he held the wine bottle and stood in the warm spring sunshine on the top of Nanyi City, looking at the south with a frown.
Behind him, there was a person walking slowly, the Human Sword Sect Jiang Ye.
As the gatekeeper of the current Human Sword Sect, Jiang Ye naturally has to be in close contact with Qing.
The two need to work together to maintain the situation in Nanyi City.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Qingxiang looked back, but it was not the embarrassing situation he had after scolding him last time.
One thing comes back to the other, and naturally the two of them can tell the difference clearly.
"How's the gourd?"
The prime minister took a sip of wine and said softly.
After all, he is the disciple of an old friend, so he should care about him after all.
Jiang Ye stopped behind Qing Xiang. He was not Chen Huaifeng. He had not entered the avenue, so naturally he had no intention of standing side by side with Qing Xiang. He just said slowly: "He is still in a coma. His injuries have almost recovered, but he is probably He doesn't want to wake up."
The Prime Minister sighed and said: "It's fine, as long as it's okay. Actually, after all is said and done, I also have some responsibilities for this matter. Cong Ren, the bastard, will never come back, so naturally I also have some responsibilities as an elder."
Jiang Ye quietly looked at this great human monster who seemed to be drinking, driving, and doing nothing all day long, and said softly: "Of course the dean has his own affairs to look at."
The prime minister was silent for a while and said, "That's true."
"The dean has returned to the avenue?"
"Yes, it's just that the foundation was damaged, and it will still take a long time to recover."
Jiang Ye said with a sigh: "So practitioners are always doing dangerous tricks after all."
As a great demon under the Three Swords and Three Views, Qing Xiang was also attacked by the Nanchu Witch and almost destroyed Daohai.
As those seniors said many years ago.
The practitioner possesses the power to kill himself easily.
Even the greatest swordsman in the world would die if he was unprepared and someone used a knife to mess with his brain.
Although Taoists are physically stronger than those who practice swordsmanship and are stronger than those who practice Wugui Dao, they are still human beings after all.
Their brow bones may be harder than their fists, but if there is no Tao Yun in their bodies, they will still not be as hard as swords.
The prime minister said calmly: "The human world is full of dangers. The more you understand the human world, the more fragile you will find. Strength in thought and cognition cannot erase physical weakness."
Jiang Ye said softly: "Using a weak body to control strong thoughts is probably what Dao says is the principle of weakness defeating strength."
The Prime Minister looked back at Jiang Ye, probably surprised that this disciple who was hanging around the vegetable market could understand this truth.
Jiang Ye naturally knew what Qing Xiang meant, and said softly: "This is the principle of sword control that comes from the sidelines."
The prime minister nodded, that was indeed the case.
The two stood on top of the city for a long time.
"It's twelve today."
Jiang Ye said softly.
"Yes." Qing Xiang stood there, blowing the cool spring breeze in the warm spring day.
Outside the city are distant mountains and swamps.
At the same time, countless armies mobilized from all over Huaian are also stationed.
Although it is not Qingjia, the mechanics and Taoism on Huai'an's armor have already begun to take shape thousands of years ago.
It also showed great brilliance in the war between the two races a thousand years ago.
Today's Nanyi City is naturally not the Nanyi City that Dafeng calendared for 1,003 years.
Even if the original 800,000 garrison black armor and Wugui Daogui tribe come again, there is nothing to fear.
Nanyi City is the place where most bones are buried among the ancient battlefields in history.
In common people's terms, the river bed of Nanyi River is paved with corpses.
"It's still snowing in the south." Qing Xiang said softly, "This is contrary to what is recorded in the Taoist Sage's Supplementary Records of the Human World."
Jiang Ye said solemnly: "So this is the will of the goddess."
The prime minister said slowly: "The magnificent power is the most capable of subduing the world. The power of the Styx in the south is strong. The goddess is afraid that the power is far from what it was when it first appeared."
Jiang Ye stood there with a frown and said slowly: "What can Huaian do?"
Qing Xiang squinted his eyes, took a sip of wine, and looked deeply at the foggy mountains.
"Perhaps with all the efforts of the country, we can rebury the goddess in the marsh. But the cost is too high, and the world may not be able to bear such devastating wars again and again."
Jiang Ye fell silent.
How can we use all the efforts of the whole country?
It means that the whole of Huai'an is included in the war with the south, and it is no longer a small fight like Lingnan Xiashan.
Instead, everyone on the mountain came down the mountain, everyone on the cliff came down the cliff, and everyone in the river came up.
The Three Swords and Three Views, as well as all the subordinate training places, all rushed to Huangliang.
Only then can we fill the huge gap caused by such a goddess.
Jiang Ye was silent for a long time and then said softly: "I thought Huaian was strong enough."
The Prime Minister chuckled and said: "Huaian as a whole is naturally much stronger than before, but in today's world, there is a lack of people who can truly stand at a very high place. Just like the evaluation of Mojianya Qiushui in the current spiritual world - She is not someone who can sit and guard the human world. The height of Mojian Cliff represents the upper limit of the human world today. Or maybe this is the original trajectory of the Huaian cultivation world. It is the generation after Nan Yi who has risen to prominence. Strong thoughts and cognition can sometimes indeed drive the body forward. Things that grow in fear will naturally be stronger than when they are peaceful."
The prime minister said, but paused for a long time, looking up at the sky on earth.
"It's just a blessing."
"We can still enjoy the legacy of that generation."
Jiang Ye squinted his eyes and looked at the Prime Minister. He didn't know what this thousand-year-old scholar was talking about.
He is not Zhang Xiaoyu or Chen Huaifeng, and he has never seen such a young man in green clothes.
Naturally, I don’t know many stories.
The prime minister lowered his head and said very calmly: "So we don't need to use all the strength of the country."
"It's enough to guard the gate of Nanyi City and let Huaian continue to move forward without being disturbed."
This is probably because he knew that the goddess was coming to the world.
Huaidu still has no reason to make any big moves.
