Liu Chunfeng left the city in the wind and snow.
Although Fake Capital is closed to the world, for people like Liu Chunfeng, whether it is closed or not is naturally meaningless.
The place for the Taiyi Spring Festival is ten miles east of the false capital, amidst the snowy mountains and rivers.
Even Liu Chunfeng did not expect this to be the case.
Everyone thought that when the goddess returned to the human world, those places of gods and ghosts should be higher than the world, and a city of gods and ghosts would be established in the false capital.
It's just that the land of spring festival is not in the false capital.
In the snowy mountains and rivers, even with the help of Jiu Si, how could they create another city of gods and ghosts in such a short time?
This is something Liu Chunfeng cannot understand.
unless.
The 30-year-old Taoist from Xuansheyuan stopped on the mountain road and looked at the snowstorm in the world.
Then, a hand came out from under the plain white and slightly blue robe and caught a snowflake.
There is a lot of power of the Styx in the snow. To the world, it is naturally not a good thing, but its meaning is soft, as if it has been softened by others.
The most obvious thing about the power of Styx is the chill.
The ultimate bone-chilling chill.
This is the experience brought to the world by the reverse flow of the River Styx.
To be able to allow such a snow to cover the world for so long is naturally an extremely shocking and powerful force in the world.
But did the goddess really take action?
Liu Chunfeng looked at the snowflakes quietly.
There may have been quite a bit of noise throughout the holiday.
But there was no noise, it came from the goddess who had been staying in the palace for a long time.
Just like the Wushan Mountain, it stands quietly in the swamp.
Liu Chunfeng watched the snowflake melt in his hand, then lowered his hand and continued to move forward.
Ten miles is an extremely short distance. Even though Liu Chunfeng did not transform into Dao Feng, he did not walk long before he appeared on a high mountain somewhere.
Here, he finally felt some strong power of the Styx. However, standing on the top of the mountain and heading east, there was still nothing on the flat river.
It's just that the feeling of resistance and disgust coming from Dao Yun in his heart is constantly increasing.
What is there in the plains behind the snowy mountains?
Liu Chunfeng squinted his eyes, and something gradually emerged in his eyes. He looked across the snow curtain and looked there carefully.
At this point, Liu Chunfeng finally saw something.
It's people.
But those are not the craftsmen who built the temple, but some ordinary people or people of witchcraft and ghost way.
On the path of wind and snow mountains and rivers, I am hesitating and hesitating.
People seemed to be frowning, looking for something.
Liu Chunfeng watched for a long time before he realized that those people should be looking for the spring festival just like him.
It's just that today is the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, and even now, there are still no traces left in this windy and snowy land.
This is undoubtedly an extremely strange thing.
Could it be that the Goddess imagined that a miracle would reappear, causing this land of wind and snow to suddenly pull out an entire land of wind and snow gods?
Or is it that the so-called fake business is just a cover?
Liu Chunfeng stood on the mountain with a frown.
I think it’s impossible.
With the temperament of the goddess, it is impossible for her to do such a thing.
So what exactly is it?
Liu Chunfeng suddenly heard some subtle footsteps beside him.
Suddenly he turned back.
Then he saw a woman in a black dress, with soft and calm eyebrows, coming slowly on those mountain roads.
After being silent for a long time in the wind and snow, the Chunfeng Dean of Xuanxuyuan looked at the woman walking up to the top of the mountain, then bent down slightly and saluted.
"I have met the goddess."
...
The news that the guy from the Liuyun Sword Sect in Xuanxuyuan named Hanchan, who was said to be a descendant of the former emperor, left the house early in the morning, was slowly spreading in the false capital.
So people ran outside the palace and waited to see what would happen.
Just sitting and waiting, they didn't see the person they had never met before, who might be their Majesty.
So people started talking.
"I heard that he was ten feet tall, burly, with a fierce face. He carried a sword covered in blood and killed wherever he went."
"Fuck you, isn't he only four feet tall? Like a little kid, hiding in the shadows, stabbing you secretly. This is what he calls a killer, okay? What you call Kai Wushuang .”
"Brother, that's the killer of the Liuyun Sword Sect. Why don't you use Wushuang? Are you kidding me?"
It seems to make sense.
Liuyun Sword Sect is one of the three major sword sects in Huaian, or in other words, in the current world, it is actually an existence that is equally divided with the human sword sect. After all, the sword sect that has been on Mojian Cliff for ten years has long since disappeared.
It is impossible for Huang Liang not to know about such a place.
People talked for a long time, but still no one came.
So some latecomers brought news.
Han Chan is indeed out.
However, it seems that he is still wandering around in the human world, and it is said that he went to a wine shop to drink.
People looked at each other and looked at the palace, thinking in their hearts, this is really disrespectful.
As for the two people who were arguing about what Han Chan looked like, after hearing the news, they simply left the palace and headed towards the Xuansheyuan.
Today I want to see if Han Chan uses Wushuang or Stealth.
The two braved the snow and ran under the eaves of the street.
On the way, they passed a man wearing a snow-colored cloak, holding a sword and holding a jug of wine, but the two of them didn't pay attention. They just said "I'd like to borrow it" and ran over.
Han Chan looked back at the two of them strangely, wondering if their home was on fire?
But Han Chan just glanced at it and then turned his head again.
Because he saw an interesting person.
Li Sanhuai carried the newly picked up banknotes, hummed a happy ditty in the spring breeze, and bragged with people on the street.
"Let me tell you, those people are ignorant. The existence of the goddess is great gospel to the world. I have made two windfalls in just ten days. Don't believe it. All you have to do is read it sincerely. Goddess, if you worship three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, you can be like me."
The man smiled, probably sarcastically, maybe also a little angry.
After all, Li San flashed the banknote to him.
Am I not pious enough?
Otherwise, why would the goddess prefer this Li San, who was a lousy gambler and drunkard, who almost ran away with his wife?
Li San only thought that smile was a compliment to himself, and became excited as he spoke.
"What Han Chan? I'll wait here. If he dares to pass by here, I'll punch him twice."
The man looked at Li San with a half-smile and said, "He is a practitioner."
"What's wrong with the cultivator!" Li San scratched his neck and patted his chest, revealing a corner of the banknote inside. "With the blessing of the goddess, I, Li San, am invulnerable and immortal..."
Li San didn't finish his words, because a sword with a scabbard was pressed against his throat.
He swallowed, turned his head carefully and looked over, and saw the swordsman he had just seen not long ago. He had changed into a snow-white cloak and was standing on the street, looking at him calmly. There seems to be a lot of sincerity in that calmness that is inconvenient to show to others.
Li San did not dare to speak. Even though there was only a scabbard pressed against his throat, the icy chill still penetrated his bones.
"Thank you."
Han Chan used a very calm and indifferent expression and spoke extremely sincere words.
Then he stretched out a hand and took out the bank note from Li San's arms.
"Help me find some more money."
When Li San saw the banknote being taken away, his whole body began to tremble, perhaps with pain or grief and anger.
When he caught a glimpse of the man's sarcastic expression, he remembered what he had said.
Blessed by the goddess, he is invulnerable.
So he roared angrily.
"I'll fight you, a thief!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, hugged Han Chan's sword, and wanted to snatch it away. But just as he touched the scabbard, his whole body flew up, and then he was like a sack in the middle of the long street. He fell down and lay there howling in pain.
"Ouch, ouch~"
Han Chan withdrew his sword and put the silver note into his arms.
Walking towards that side, he stopped in front of Li San, who was rolling around to relieve the pain, and said sincerely: "Please go back today and beg the goddess again. After all, I have lost a lot of money. "
Li San just kept wailing, and probably didn't hear clearly what Han Chan said.
I just vaguely heard something about 'goddess' and something about 'money'.
So he howled very sadly, kicked his legs and shouted.
"You bastard, you only know how to steal money."
Hanchan suppressed a smile and walked past.
So does this count as bullying men and dominating women?
Han Chan thought very strangely.
Then he saw the two people who ran over before running back. In the process, they glanced at Li San lying on the ground, glanced at Han Chan again, and ran over again.
He probably ran to the Xuanshu Courtyard and learned that Han Chan had left, so he turned back and planned to catch up to see if it was one foot or four feet.
Han Chan could still vaguely hear the two people running away in the snowy long street muttering there.
"It can't be him."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Whose killer looks like this?"
Han Chan stopped there, thinking, what does it mean to look like this?
Am I ugly?
When Han Chan was thinking this, he saw Liu Sanyue walking alone on the street, carefully avoiding the crowd.
He looked down at himself again.
It shouldn't be ugly.
Han Chan thought, then raised his head and glanced at the sky.
It has been snowing for a long time in the holiday capital, and the sky is gloomy, making it difficult to tell what time it is.
But obviously, it's still very early.
So Han Chan decided to go get something to eat first.
When the people waiting at the palace learned that Han Chan drank wine and went to eat noodles, they were finally sure.
This is not giving face.
When the two people rushed to the noodle shop, they caught up this time.
At a glance, he saw the man sitting at the window, dressed in snow-colored clothes and with an indifferent expression.
The noodles probably haven't been cooked yet. After all, everyone was there to watch the fun, and the people at the noodle shop didn't expect anyone to come to eat noodles, so they had to go slower.
So Han Chan put his sword on the table and sat there calmly, waiting without squinting.
Han Chan is indeed not one foot tall, nor is he more than four feet tall.
Just like ordinary people in the world.
Although the two of them were a little surprised by the appearance of such a sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect.
But there was also some disappointment.
Because it's not weird enough.
Maybe he is a handsome man in the world, but he is not a strange man in the world.
So after watching it for a while, he left angrily.
Han Chan was actually very curious about what the two people were doing, but he couldn't show his curiosity now.
So I could only sit there quietly.
It took a long time for the noodles to be served, and the noodle shop owner was a little scared at first.
Until Hanchan slapped the huge silver note on the table.
After asking hesitantly several times, the noodle shop owner finally confirmed that this was today's noodle money.
So he accepted it with a smile.
"You are the true divine majesty."
The noodle shop owner's praise was quite sincere.
Han Chan just started to stir the noodles with an expressionless face, and then started to eat uprightly.
Eating noodles like this is naturally unpleasant.
Han Chan likes to pay the exact price, then hug the bowl, squat on the chair and eat comfortably, and then sighs contentedly.
It's just that sometimes you have to pretend so that the world can feel it.
This is probably the bowl of noodles that Han Chan has eaten most meticulously.
Not a drop of oil was splashed on the body, adding a little stain to the color of the snow. Even the oil on the noodles does not reach beyond the lips and teeth. People in the world eat with their mouths full of oil, which is completely the opposite of what we eat here.
Han Chan quietly finished the bowl of noodles, and then put down the chopsticks upright. The shopkeeper of the noodle shop probably knew very well, and handed over a bowl of tea. After Han Chan finished drinking the tea and rinsed his mouth, he handed over another piece. Clean wet towel.
The wind and snow outside the window are still there.
Hanchan, who had finished eating the noodles, was not in a hurry to leave, but sat there in deep thought.
Gradually there were many people outside.
I don’t know what Han Chan is thinking there.
Probably something very heavy.
Han Chan was really thinking heavily about how he could survive until the afternoon.
It's obviously not appropriate to just sit in a noodle shop for a day.
So Han Chan sat for a while, picked up the sword, and walked out of the door.
The world is not familiar with Han Chan, and Han Chan is not familiar with the world.
So the street was quiet, and no one said anything.
The cold cicada then walked and stopped on the long street of the human world.
The palace is to the north of the false capital.
If Xuanxuyuan is in the south, it can naturally be delayed for a longer time.
It's a pity that Xuanshuyuan is on the east side.
No matter how long those streets and alleys are, they are only those distances after all.
Fortunately, Feng Xue knows what he means.
Maybe it's really almost the end.
After Han Chan finished eating the noodles, the rain suddenly became much heavier.
The flying catkins in the world are like white pears.
Maybe the spring breeze is really coming.
It's just that the spring breeze is not in the false capital, but in the mountains and forests outside the capital.
The long street was empty, except for countless wind and snow that obscured the sight. Han Chan took his sword and waited under the snow eaves as a matter of course, just like everyone else in the world.
People looked at the man in white cloak standing with his sword in the vast wind and snow very strangely.
I wonder, are you really planning to postpone it until the end of the day?
If Han Chan knew what they were thinking, he would definitely praise them sincerely.
You are so smart.
The blizzard finally stopped when dusk appeared on the horizon.
It seems to be stopping but not stopping.
It's just not as violent as before.
The people who were drowsy after waiting finally discovered that Han Chan raised his head and glanced at the dusk, and then began to walk towards the palace, so they became energetic and hurriedly followed.
This time Han Chan did not wander around anymore, but walked calmly in the wind and snow with his sword in hand.
The thoughts of the world, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally became active.
With anticipation all the way, I followed Han Chan to the palace gate.
The attendant waiting at the palace gate has already turned gray, but he still looks uncomplaining.
It was probably just like what I was thinking when I faced the gentleman from Xuansheyuan yesterday.
He had no choice.
Han Chan's figure finally appeared on the long street directly opposite the palace gate.
The whole street was silent as they watched the sword cultivator from the north heading towards the palace gate.
The waiter waited until Hanchan walked outside the palace gate. He glanced behind him and saw someone walking over holding a tray.
"Please sir, untie the sword."
Han Chan, who came to represent the will of Xuansheyuan, is probably right to be called sir.
The cicada stopped there.
The people in the false capital were also watching, wondering whether Han Chan would untie his sword and enter the palace.
Han Chan looked at the attendant quietly for a long time, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
Han Chan naturally understood what that meant.
So he put the sword in his hand up.
The attendant breathed a sigh of relief.
There were many whispers in the long street outside the palace, and they probably looked down upon Han Chan.
But soon, there was an uproar in the wind and snow.
The attendant also stood there in a daze.
Because after Han Chan put the sword up, he pulled out his sword with an extremely clear and long sword sound.
There was only one scabbard left on the plate.
Han Chan held the sword in his hand and said calmly: "People from Liuyun Sword Sect have no habit of leaving their swords in their hands."
The attendant looked silently at Han Chan, who was holding the sword in his hands and shining on the white snow in the world. Then he took the scabbard from the plate and presented it with both hands.
"Sir, please sheath your sword."
Han Chan put the sword into its sheath.
The attendant said softly: "Please come with me."
Then he led the way towards the palace road inside the palace gate.
Han Chan was also calm, said nothing, raised his sword and left.
The palace door slowly closed.
As far as the world can see, only some flying snow with twilight remains.
Countless noises suddenly sounded everywhere outside the palace.
What they imagined, the scene of chilling and scolding His Majesty, did not happen.
Even from beginning to end, he only said one sentence.
However, even this sentence is enough to make the world talk about it for a long time.
The Northern Swordsman is indeed a Northern Swordsman.
The truth on the sword can be illuminated in the snow, and others will naturally understand it.
Naturally, it is impossible to untie the sword. If you want to untie the sword, then I will unsheath it directly and enter the palace.
Of course, Han Chan is able to do this because he is an upper-level practitioner in the human world. The four waves of the avenue, whether north or south, need to be treated with caution.
Liu Sanyue stood there quietly.
What he saw was naturally different.
So his expression was solemn.
Looking past the wind and snow, it was as if I wanted to see the cicada walking in the wind and snow in the palace.
He was no stranger to those palace passages, after all, he had traveled through them before.
But even so, he still couldn't see clearly what would happen in it.
But no matter what.
Such a story will always come to an end before the end of the Taiyi Spring Festival.
