It is the first day of March in the calendar year 104 of Dafeng Calendar.
March is a perfect spring day.
It's just that the ugly Taoist who was sealed in March Yin and was supposed to watch the scenery of Huangliang March with Han Chan was not in Kyoto at this time. Instead, he was following the traces of another northern Taoist in Yaofeng.
So after the winter, Han Cicada climbed up to the windward building alone in a waned mood - just like the emperors of Huangliang in the past.
High-rise buildings face north, and people standing on high-rise buildings often face north, as if this way they can see the northern country carefully.
Spring in the South is not much warmer.
There are many mountains in Huangliang, and the Styx River hangs high above the human world. The climate is humid, and years with lots of rain are often wet and cold all year round.
So maybe they were worried that the emperor from the north would suffer from rheumatism and cold legs, so the guards in the palace placed small stoves everywhere, on top of this tall building, where they could listen to the wind and rain, and in the four corners of the pavilion. Some charcoal stoves were installed.
This scene reminded the Liuyun Sword Cultivator of a certain senior in Yeyuya - although the Liuyun Sword Sect also had a sword cultivator named Chen Yunxi who lived like an immortal, there was also a hierarchy among the disciples. exist.
That senior was a disciple of Han Chan two generations ago. He was also a Taoist cultivator and a killer.
Of course, when Han Chan joined the sect, the senior was not yet old, but he had to be on crutches all day long.
The reason is simple. The Yeyu Cliff is built along the stream and is not much drier than the land under the Styx River. The old man is also addicted to alcohol. After drinking too much, he lies down on a stone and sleeps on the edge of the stream cliff.
After a long time, I really suffered from rheumatism and cold legs.
This thing is more accurate than a fortune teller without a skill. Sometimes the disciples want to be lazy and don't want to practice sword practice in the morning, so they will look at the senior eagerly to see if he has joint pain.
As long as the senior was there with his crutches, the disciples would disperse with joy.
Probably for this reason, Han Chan is very restrained in drinking. Although he is not abstaining from alcohol, he will not lie down by the stream and fall asleep drunk.
If you are really bored sometimes, just go to the human world and eat a bowl of spicy noodles filled with spicy oil.
Then left happily.
As for the senior, during a later mission, he suddenly suffered from leg problems in the night rain. When the sword was sent out, he fell to his knees with a plop.
The most terrible thing is that when he fell out, he just hit the man's sword, which ended his sinful life in frustration.
Hanchan was wearing the white imperial robe and stood quietly by the windward building, looking at the attendant who was refueling the charcoal stove. Probably the psychological shadow of this incident was still there, so he gave a very solemn instruction.
"Add more."
The guard was stunned for a moment, probably thinking why the king is not stubborn at all? Shouldn't you get so angry that you want to make a fire?
But even though he was stunned, he still kept moving his hands and added a large piece of charcoal to it.
After finishing adding the charcoal, the attendant took a sneak look at the sword cultivator from the north. The latter was looking at the world with his hands behind his back. He did not carry the sword on his back. The sword was not left in the palace of King Chu, so he put it aside.
After all, if you carry a sword on your back, your status as a swordsman will overwhelm your status as an emperor. This is something that would be very unconventional in the human world.
The servants didn't think too much about their Majesty.
After all, this is a great swordsman in the world. Even if he is not an emperor, his position is beyond the reach of someone like him.
So he gathered up the charcoal residue on the ground, put it into the stove, bowed and left.
The emperor nodded first, and when the attendant was about to leave the uppermost floor of the Windward Building, he suddenly stretched out a hand. It was probably a habitual action when thinking, but he quickly retracted it. Back behind me again.
"Let Zhao be happy to come see me."
The attendant was stunned for a long time before he remembered that Zhao Gaoxing was the current king's classmate in Xuansheyuan, a young boy.
After Hanchan ascended the throne, he was granted the title of General Zhenbei Gaoxing.
The waiter didn't say much, but said respectfully: "Here."
The cicadas were quietly surrounded by charcoal fires, blowing the spring breeze of March morning.
The long street in the world is gradually getting busier, the corners of the eaves are ticking, and the morning fog in the distant mountains is slowly dissipating.
He was so happy that the general went to kill people's lives without knowing where he was.
It took a long time before Han Chan saw a young boy walking in the green palace road with some fear and uneasiness. He kept trying to run in front of the attendant, probably asking Han Chan why he suddenly wanted to see him.
But this is destined to be fruitless.
Han Chan is more distant than Leng Li at the beginning.
The only person they are close to is Lord March Yin, who has a false position.
Han Chan stood quietly on the Yingfeng Building. After a while, the young man walked upstairs a little uneasily.
As soon as Zhao Gaoxing went upstairs, he plopped down and knelt down.
"Han Da... Your Majesty, please forgive me. I shouldn't have eaten hot pot the day before yesterday without paying for it, and threatened to ask him to come to the palace to ask for an explanation."
Hanchan turned around silently, sat down next to the small couch beside the building, and looked at Zhao Gaoxing quietly for a long time without saying anything.
The young man's body was trembling there, surrounded by charcoal fire, but he was forced to shake out the bitter and desolate feeling of the cold winter months.
"You shouldn't have flirted with the girl from the east side of the city on the roadside the day before yesterday."
Han Chan didn't speak, just sat there quietly.
The young man quietly raised his head and glanced at the emperor sitting there in white clothes like snow, and then lay down again.
"We should not occupy other people's ancestral homeland..."
Han Chan finally said a word.
"Any more?"
The young man thought for a while and said, "If it's not enough, I can continue to make it up."
Han Chan smiled softly and said, "Get up."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. The spring breeze above the tall building was very chilly, so he ran to move another stove and placed it next to the low couch, then sat down with his legs crossed.
"Who taught you to talk like this?"
Han Chan looked at the young man and said with a faint smile.
Zhao Gaoxing hesitated for a while and said: "It's the old Jiusi bosses. They said that the king would not like clean ministers who have no clues..."
The smile on Han Chan's face gradually disappeared, she turned her head and quietly looked over the guardrail of the high-rise building toward the world.
"So did you really do it or didn't you?"
Zhao Gaoxing couldn't see Han Chan's expression clearly, so he didn't dare to say anything nonsense. It was clear that he was still the same person as before, but Zhao Gaoxing didn't dare to joke anymore.
"I want to do it." The young man muttered.
Hanchan interrupted him, turned around, and said slowly: "If you haven't done it, then don't do it."
The young man looked at the calm-looking emperor in front of him.
"Why?"
Han Chan said lightly: "Because I don't like it."
Zhao Gaoxing was speechless for a moment. After thinking for a while, he seemed to understand something and asked, "Because there is no such thing in Huaian?"
Han Chan looked to the north quietly.
"Yes. But if there is, it is a reasonable reason."
Just like his former identity as a killer.
Zhao Gaoxuan looked at the white-clothed emperor for a long time.
The white clothes are like snow, hanging loosely, like the water foam piled under the waterfall, clean and spotless.
When people see this scene, it is probably difficult to remember that this was once a killer.
It is said that in the process of climbing up, people always subconsciously want to put aside things in the past.
And when they become successful, they like to talk about their own difficulties with the misfortunes of the past.
Zhao Gaoxing didn't know where he had heard such a sentence.
The fact that I am a farmer's son and that I was once a killer will probably have the same effect many years from now.
When Zhao Gaoxing came back to his senses, he realized that he had been in a daze for a long time, and Han Chan was watching him quietly.
"what's on your mind?"
Zhao Gaoxing laughed, as if he was very happy.
"It's nothing. I just remembered that we were chatting upstairs here. That boy Jingjing must still be sitting in the corner compiling history books."
Zhao Gaoxing happily became General Gaoxing, while Jing Jing went to Zuo Shifu quietly.
The boy was still too young, so it was not his turn to go to court to record his words and deeds, so he stayed in the house all day long, flipping through those thick history books.
Zhao Gaoxing actually envied Ning Jing.
Because in his view, this is the third key node in Huangliang's history.
The first time was the collapse of the Wuguishen Sect, and the land changed from ancient Chu to yellow beams. The second node was the rise of the Divine River, which unified the world, and the voice of Huangliang declined. The third node is now.
No one thought that such a big change would happen to Huangliang after a thousand years. The goddess reappeared in the world, and the northern sword cultivator ascended to become the emperor. Of course, they were called kings of Chu.
But whether it is the King of Chu or the Emperor of Chu, they are nothing more than the names of a ruling class.
At this time, the people who write history books often leave their names on the upper layer of the dust of time along with this period of history.
Who doesn’t want to leave a name for the ages?
Of course, Zhao Gaoxing didn't just think about killing people and consuming the common people. He also thought about riding a horse and fighting against the enemy to gain a foothold in the future.
But it was obvious that this was something more outrageous than a daydream. It would be better to disregard human life and directly let the world remember that Zhao Gaoxing was a thoroughly bad person.
Because when people hear that they are dead, they are not really dead.
Only when no one in the world remembers his name is he truly dead. At that time, not even the River Styx could bring him back to the world.
Zhao was happy to find that he had been gone for a long time again, and he lay down by the stove in a panic.
"Your Majesty, forgive me."
Han Chan looked at the young man quietly, then stood up, walked to the guardrail of the pavilion, and stood with his hands behind his back.
"It doesn't matter. You are innocent."
Zhao Gaoxing breathed a sigh of relief, but felt that something was wrong.
The spring breeze seems to be colder, and the windward pavilion seems to be more spacious.
So the emperor in white is clearly standing not far away, so I feel like he is further away?
Zhao Gaoxing was thinking a little unclearly.
Hanchan's voice did come over suddenly, not reminiscing about old times, but talking about business very calmly.
"The general of Zhenbei cannot be a false position."
Zhao Gaoxing looked up at Han Chan's back with a surprised look on his face.
The sword cultivator who came from the north and was warming himself by the fire in a high-rise building in the south did not look back. He just turned to look at the sword placed not far away.
"Once the hilt is made, it naturally needs a blade."
Zhao Gaoxing had a vague suspicion in his heart.
He didn't dare to say it out loud, but he started to sweat with surprise and joy all over his body.
The boy gasped and raised his hand to wipe the sweat that suddenly appeared on his forehead.
"What does the king mean?"
Han Chan looked to the north and said softly: "It's March."
What does March mean?
The young man was a little confused.
Until Han Chan's next words came, the young man suddenly stood up.
"Let's go to the Northern Expedition."
The young man just thought that Han Chan would give him some military power.
I just never thought that I would hear such incredible words on such an ordinary spring day.
"Your Majesty..."
The young man swallowed the word "crazy" along with the saliva, as if he had swallowed a piece of thousand-year-old ice, his body instantly became extremely cold.
Hanchan turned around and looked at the young man with extremely calm eyes.
"The north is still undecided, and Huangliang Wujia has just begun to take shape. This is a good opportunity."
Just because a boy loves to daydream does not mean he is a madman or a fool.
No matter how naive he was, he could still see that Huang Liang was able to break away from Huaian today because of the goddess, not because Huang Liang changed to an emperor.
Han Chan said calmly: "Or do you plan to wait until the demon trouble in the north is calmed down and our Majesty Kamigawa comes with his troops?"
Zhao Gaoxing remained silent there.
He always felt like Han Chan was joking.
Who would let a young boy who doesn't even know how to use a sword and just thinks about how to kill people to really become a general in Zhenbei?
Just looking at the white-clothed emperor who suddenly asked him to come to see him and stood calmly by the building, he didn't look like he was joking in any case.
Zhao Gaoxing waited for a long time before he lowered his head and said softly: "What the king said is indeed very reasonable, but..."
The confused and frightened young man looked at Han Chan's sword. The spring breeze blew the leaves up the tall building, and then fell on the hilt of the sword, dangling.
"What does this have to do with me? Or does the king just want to find someone he has known before to talk to?"
In Zhao Gaoxing's view, the so-called Northern Expedition was actually no different from committing suicide.
All the eight hundred thousand black armors at the beginning were lost outside Nanyi City, not to mention the so-called witch armors that Huang Liang had just begun to settle down in a hurry.
Huangliang naturally has no shortage of witches.
What about just A?
After all, Zhao Gaoxing was also a legitimate general under Sima, so he had to know a lot of things.
How long will it take to recreate 800,000 pieces of armor?
Han Chan turned around and said calmly: "This afternoon, Zuo Sima will hand over the military talisman and 400,000 witch armors to you."
The northern sword cultivator did not answer Zhao Gaoxing's question, but spoke calmly.
Zhao Gaoxing stood there in a daze.
"Can I say no?"
Han Chan said calmly: "No."
There was silence on the windward floor.
After a long time, Zhao Gaoxing said softly: "So in the final analysis, after all, the king is not from Huangliang."
It is undoubtedly an incomprehensible thing to send hundreds of thousands of Huangliang people to the north to die because they knew it was impossible to do.
Han Chan said calmly: "It's just that you haven't seen the Wuguishen Cult for too long."
Zhao Gaoxing was stunned for a moment, looked at Han Chan's back and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Chengze is the soldier, and Mu Shui is the armor. The Wugui Divine Sect once pushed the border of Huai'an to the Liuyun Mountains. With the blessing of the gods and ghosts, you are far more powerful than imagined."
The cicada stands on the tall building facing the wind.
"If the goddess cannot bring prosperity to the world..."
"Then the person enshrined in the city of gods who cares about the world, why is it not me, Han Chan?"
Zhao Gaoxing stood there in silence.
The young man still remembered that in the first month of this year, this swordsman was sitting in the sword courtyard of Xuanxuyuan, warming himself against the wind and snow, with a sad look on his face, cursing that everyone in the world was crazy.
But the person who called him crazy now seems to be heading in the direction of being crazy.
The dynasty in the north obviously did nothing, but it was always able to turn the emperor in the south into a godly being.
Zhao Gaoxing was silent for a long time, looked at Han Chan and asked, "So why me?"
Han Chan said calmly: "This is what you said in the Sword Academy."
Zhao Gaoxing couldn't remember what he had said.
But he knew that what Han Chan said was true.
It's just a boy's joke, do you want to take it so seriously?
Zhao Gaoxing asked the last question.
"Will the goddess allow you to act like this?"
Hanchan turned around and covered the spring light that the young man saw like a curtain of wind and snow.
"The goddess will be happy to see this."
"When she came to the human world, she no longer had the lover she once had. How could she be willing to see only half of the sun?"
"Why do you think she has been waiting in the capital of God?"
"Are you waiting for love?"
There seemed to be a smile on Han Chan's face.
It's just that the backlit figure cannot be seen clearly by the young man feeling the chill in the building.
"She's waiting for Huang Liang to be ready."
"Then she will open the closed gate of the swamp between Huangliang and Huaian. Let you bathe in divine power and carry the will from the Styx, through the mountains and swamps, to the ancient land. The land that Chu regrets most."
Zhao Gaoxing stood quietly in the building, lowered his head, and looked at the charcoal stove that was not similar to the one in the sword courtyard.
"I'm just a teenager with nothing to do and nothing to achieve, and I'm going to die there."
The boy finally tried to convince Han Chan to change his mind.
Han Chan said calmly: "The best time of year is March. Once it goes, it will never come back."
March is the best.
A young man should never come back.
Zhao Gaoxing said nothing more, bowed respectfully, then turned and walked downstairs.
When he reached the wind corridor of this high-rise building, the young man stopped and watched the spring sunshine on earth for a long time.
Then he lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.
He didn't know what he had done wrong.
The young man's tears fell loudly.
It's like a rain that welcomes late spring.
Hanchan stood quietly on the tall building, looking at the world from afar.
This time, he didn't hold his hands behind his back. Instead, he held the idle sword beside him and leaned on it like a cane.
The tall building faces north, and so does the emperor in the tall building.
When those eyes fall far north.
Then countless heavy snow fell on Bai Yi's shoulders.
