"The first thing people in Luming do when they wake up every morning is to pray for His Majesty in the world."
The young man held the sword and walked calmly on the palace wall, quietly looking at the falling snow in the sky that was like the light of the polar night.
"I don't quite understand such a thing. Why is such a majesty loved by people like them?"
The woman in a plain skirt folded her hands on her belly, stood quietly beside him, and said softly: "Because they are not the descendants of Beigu."
When Beitai heard something like this again, he was no longer as indignant as when he first told the young man under the umbrella about the past, but his eyes calmly stopped there.
"Among the seven sons back then, Zhuhan and Yilu both have descendants..."
Bai He said softly: "It's not the Seventh Son, it's just Han Gu Guan."
This is probably a question that no one in the world can figure out - that is why His Majesty would be so harsh on such a family.
Maybe the person who wrote it doesn't know yet and hasn't figured it out yet.
There will always be a price to pay for the nonsense you used to say.
Beitai didn't say any more, and quietly looked at the gorgeous sky of this snowy country that seemed far away from the human world.
Among the three capitals in the world, Huaidu and Kyoto are the ultimate capitals.
Perhaps such a snowy capital far away in the depths of wind and snow, even close to the edge of the human world, is often easily forgotten by the world.
So I also forgot that there was also an accompanying emperor in this capital.
Lu Ming accompanied the emperor and returned to Nantian.
In fact, such a thing as returning to Nantian will not happen in Luming. Even in Huai'an, you have to go through Lingnan to see some of this kind of weather in spring. Huangliang is not uncommon.
It's just that Lu Ming, the emperor's companion, had such a name.
Perhaps it is out of a beautiful longing for spring, so that even if the weather back to the south is a climate that is not popular in the south, it can still be a reason to look forward to it.
I heard that there was once a concubine named Daochunhan.
When 300,000 green armors passed through the wind and snow and climbed to the top of the capital city, His Majesty the Emperor probably knew that the situation was over, so he did not continue to resist stubbornly and simply surrendered.
Beitai originally thought that he would die to apologize later.
It was only when the eldest young man of Nanyi City walked through Jidu and entered the Luming Palace that he discovered that His Majesty, who was nearly seventy years old, was reciting scriptures and praying for the Divine River in an ancient temple in the palace.
Beitai still remembers that he was silent for a long time.
He couldn't understand such a story.
The lame young man was so angry that he even wanted to draw his sword and kill the majesty who looked pious and calm.
It's a pity that this young man is not a sword cultivator. When he first entered Xuanxuyuan, he was also assigned to Wuguiyuan, so the sword he pulled out was not held very firmly. Instead, it was trembling. This was actually It became a joke in such a palace and temple.
Beiyuan pressed down his sword.
After all, His Majesty did not risk the blood of the Lu Ming people to fight to the death with 300,000 green armors. If he were to kill him like this, it would naturally not be a good thing for them.
Beitai sheathed his sword in silence and was speechless for a long time as he looked at Lu Ming, who stood up and straightened his clothes.
The latter looked at Beitai who was coming with a sword and said calmly.
"I have finished praying, you can start."
Of course Beitai did not draw his sword again, but just looked at him silently for a long time, then turned and left the ancient temple in the palace.
The young man who came to the south spoke very calmly.
"You are not worthy to be your Majesty..."
Beitai limped along in the wind and snow.
"I come."
...
When Beitai came to his senses, his shoulders were already covered with a lot of snow—perhaps it was the weight of the snow that woke up this young man whose shoulders were already a bit slumped due to his lameness.
The woman in a plain skirt next to her also raised her head and looked at the wind and snow in the world in a daze.
Beitai swept some snow flakes out of her hair.
"what's on your mind?"
Bai He lowered his head, sighed softly, and said slowly: "I have to admit that Lu Ming's story has shaken my view of His Majesty a little."
Beitai's hands sweeping the snow stopped for a moment, and after a long time he said calmly: "Why?"
"The piety of such a windy and snowy land is not unreasonable. Although the world says that three people can make a tiger, but if 30 million people say this at the same time, how can it be a rumor..."
Bai He did not continue.
Beitai withdrew his hand, stood up quietly on the palace wall, leaning on the sword, which had no other use than a crutch.
"Maybe so."
The young master of Nanyi City said calmly.
"But I have no reason to empathize with other people's emotions before I've even told my own story."
Beitai raised his head and looked to the east of the human world, his tone calm.
"Kamigawa may be good to the human world."
The young man continued to limp on the palace wall.
"But he wasn't nice to me."
"So Lu Ming's story is that he deserves it."
Bai He didn't say anything, just followed silently.
The human world of Luming and the human world of Huangliang in Huaian are probably always a little different.
The buildings here are always covered with extremely deep and ancient ice and snow, so the houses here are probably built more solidly and heavily.
Perhaps not as beautiful as the green eaves and white walls in the human world.
But nature can bring more security.
After all, no one wants to be buried in heavy snow while falling asleep.
From time to time, there are some pedestrians holding big umbrellas in the long street of the world, walking hurriedly on the street. Because Hui Nantian did not put up much resistance, this city of wind and snow in the world was not hit hard. The capital city Everything is still the same as before, just with a little more sadness.
Probably only the old man who was still in the temple and had taken off his imperial robes received a lot of criticism.
It is naturally difficult to say clearly what is right or wrong about some things.
Even Beitai couldn't think clearly about what he would choose if he faced 300,000 green armors coming in the wind and snow.
It should be noted that this is the armor that was once stationed outside Nanyi City to prevent rebellion in the south.
Huangliang is extremely afraid, not to mention a windy and snowy place like Luming.
The two walked for a long time before stopping in the north of Miyagi City.
There is a Taoist waiting there, it is Jiang Shanxue who once met Jiang Shanxue in Xiyun.
This Taoist who broke Beitai's leg and Nandao's leg in Nanyi City has already entered the path, but he is still in the upper level of the human world, and it is still difficult to stand out.
However, for such a Taoist, it is probably the best thing to follow Beitai quietly.
"Senior brother."
Bai He looked at Cornus officinalis and bowed.
Although the realm of this woman in a plain Taoist skirt is much higher than Jiang Juyu, after all, she is an older Qingtian Taoist brother who practiced Taoism earlier.
Beitai nodded slightly and followed Bai He in calling him senior brother.
Jiang Juyu gave in slightly, then looked at Beitai seriously and said: "The preparations for the enthronement have been roughly completed, it's just a matter of the emperor's robe..."
Beitai said calmly: "Just follow what I said before."
Jiang Zhuyu hesitated a little and said softly: "There has never been a precedent in the world of using a Taoist robe as an emperor's robe."
Beitai just calmly turned to look at Feng Xue and said softly: "It has never happened before, so does it mean it must not be done?"
Before the empress Huang Liang ascended the throne, the world had never thought that the person sitting on the throne of the emperor could be a woman.
Although the empress named Lan came from the idea of Lord Zuo Cheng trying to evade the imperial power, it is undeniable.
Such a story still has a great impact on human understanding.
Jiang Juyu was silent for a while and said slowly: "Of course there is nothing impossible. I know that Your Majesty wants to use his Taoist robe to prove something, but we are in Luming, but we have to consider that this was once the Snow Wind Buddha Kingdom, Your Majesty The use of Taoist sect's green armor to enter the wind and snow has already brought a lot of criticism in Luming territory. If Taoist robes are used as emperor's clothes again..."
Beitai stood there in silence for a long time before he slowly said, "Do you want me to be a monk first?"
Jiang Juyu would naturally not be stupid enough to accept such a sentence.
Not to mention the millennium-old story of the Nanyi City Bei Family, even if they were the descendants of Hangu Guanbeigu, the seventh son of the Taoist sect, it would probably be difficult for them to accept such a thing.
Bai He just stood there, looked at Jiang Juyu and said softly: "Senior brother, please go first. Let's think about this matter carefully."
Jiang Juyu nodded, wore a Taoist robe, walked through the wind and snow, and walked down the palace city.
Beitai stood there for a long time without saying anything.
Bai He looked at the wind and snow in the world together. The gorgeous, dream-like colors of the sky, after seeing them for a long time, actually become more and more ordinary. People in Jidu have been facing such a sky all year round. Maybe if they go out of the snow country to see the human world, they will also find it incredible.
The Qingtian Taoist woman looked at it for a long time, but she seemed to have remembered something. She looked towards Beitai and said softly: "There seemed to be something strange in the wind and snow in the east not long ago."
Beitai turned to look at the woman beside him, frowned and said, "What's strange?"
Bai He also said with some hesitation: "There are vast chants of Buddhist scriptures, and there seems to be sword intent. Now there are some faint rumors in Jidu, saying that Qingjia has entered the snow, and Ami Temple will return to the human world."
Beitai was silent for a long time, but after hearing the name Amiji, he also showed a serious expression.
"Have you gone to see it?"
Bai He said softly: "No, the sword intent is too sharp. It may come from a certain Badie sword cultivator. Maybe it has something to do with the Human Sword Sect."
Beitai stood above Jidu Palace City for a long time, overlooking the snowy world.
"Let someone go and take a look."
Bai He nodded.
"good."
.......
Chen He threw the Ming ephemera on the roadside of the ancient wind and snow road. After all, this was a Southern Chu spirit wizard. He probably wouldn't freeze to death for a while. When the great monk in white came back from picking up his ears, he would probably kill him. Take it from here.
The young man was kind enough to leave some rabbit fur for him.
Ming Mayfly lay there and thanked Chen He very gratefully.
Chen He didn't pay attention, and pushed his Tianyan car with great difficulty to the mountain gate and the ancient mountain temple. Of course, Chen He couldn't push such a car up.
Of course, it might be that the car is too old and it would be a bit ridiculous to push it up.
If this was the Prime Minister's flying immortal, Chen He would probably happily push it to the temple to have a look.
Nan Dequ was walking slowly down the path beside the bell towers ahead.
All the way up between such an ancient temple of wind and snow, there is the lingering atmosphere of sword fire.
As for the black-robed swordsman who ignited the Divine Sea Incarnation and turned into sword light and left, he has disappeared. It has probably reached a very high point.
Chen He was amazed and followed the pace of Nande Qu, where he looked at the many temples buried in the wind and snow.
Perhaps in those days, during the first thousand years of the Dao's birth, such a windy and snowy place was indeed extremely prosperous, with many monks.
As the saying goes, the deer rings in the Four Hundred and Eighty Temple, and the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.
When Chen He thought like this, his expression became strange.
Did I remember it wrong?
But Chen He didn't pay attention, and of course there was nothing wrong with it.
You can even read the endless falling trees and a branch of red apricot sticking out of the wall, let alone such a thing.
When Chen He came to his senses, Nan Dequ had already walked a long way up.
The ancient road to the mountain temple was covered with heavy snow, which made the swordsman who had just chopped the roots of heaven and earth out of breath. However, he did not stop and just continued to go up along the sword marks between the temples.
This is a place of cultivation that has been silent for thousands of years. Although the towers and temples still maintain their appearance, they are already empty and stand in the heavy snow.
People and affairs undergo metabolism, and exchanges become ancient and modern.
Rise and fall in the world are of course inevitable.
Perhaps walking in such an ancient temple, which was once prosperous but has become silent, can make people see the traces of time more clearly.
The two of them walked a long way before stopping in front of a certain temple.
Nan Dequ leaned against the temple wall and kept breathing, quietly looking at this ancient temple that was completely silent.
In fact, there is nothing magical here, just mountains, just temples, and the wind and snow that have never stopped for thousands of years.
If they had not walked through such an ancient road outside, perhaps even if they accidentally stepped into it, they would not have thought that this was the Ami Temple that was as famous as Mojian Cliff Hangu Temple.
In the face of time and history, everything is of course insignificant.
Nan Dequ couldn't help but think of such a high cliff in the East China Sea.
Perhaps in a thousand years, when people in the world can finally set foot on such a high cliff at will, they may be filled with disappointment.
"Within life comes death."
Nan Dequ said softly there.
Chen He turned to look at the thirty-six-year-old man and asked strangely: "What did you say?"
Nan Dequ shook his head and said slowly: "It's nothing, it's just..."
The sword cultivator sighed.
"Amiji may indeed be dead."
Or in Buddhist terms.
He must have passed away and passed away.
Chen He looked at the deserted and silent temple halls in the snow with some regret.
"Yes."
The two of them probably thought so sincerely.
But when they continued to go up and finally saw a vast complex of palaces standing on the top of the Snow Mountain, they had to admit that Ami Temple might not be completely dead yet.
This was what they could see from the black-robed swordsman who was leaning over and holding his sword, heading towards the Buddhist temples on the top of the mountain in the wind and snow bit by bit on the Buddha steps.
On the Buddhist path going upward, there is a line of extremely bright blood.
Even though it was Nan De Qu, when he suddenly saw this scene in the wind and snow, he was a little moved.
Zhuang Baiyi's sword intent was covered with scriptures, suppressing such a sword cultivator until he was almost prostrate.
The ancient Shanxue Temple was empty, but there seemed to be many voices chanting sutras, constantly coming from those windy snow palaces and falling towards such a sword cultivator.
Chen He stood in the wind and snow, looking at the swordsman who was in a completely different realm from what the two of them had experienced, and said with some suspicion: "So is Amiji dead?"
Nan Dequ found that he seemed unable to answer such a question.
Just like he couldn't understand why a sword cultivator couldn't cross such an ancient road safely, but Chen He's Tianyan chariot could do the same.
After a moment of silence, Nan Dequ said something specious.
"Like death."
Tathagata. Like death.
"..."
Chen He was speechless.
Zhuang Baiyi leaned on his sword and walked towards the top of the Snow Mountain with great difficulty. The Ruyuan Sword in his hand had easily broken the Ruyuan Sword in Nande Qu's hand. Under all kinds of suppression at this time, But it also gradually gained some curvature, and even faint cracks began to appear.
A sword cultivator with a high level of swordsmanship and a sword that has been cultivated with sword intent for hundreds of years naturally cannot be fragile.
It's just that in the current snowstorm, it may break at any time.
Zhuang Baiyi's sword intent was constantly flowing. Even so, the state of the great avenue was beginning to show signs of decline under the suppression of the Buddhist scriptures.
When the black-robed swordsman looked at his sword, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the story written by Chen He on the ancient road.
Yes.
It's mountain climbing.
It's just that it's probably far from being as wanton and unrestrained as he wrote.
On the contrary, even if Zhuang Baiyi ignited the Divine Sea, he was suppressed after crossing the mountain gate. I have no choice but to walk in this wind and snow with my hands and feet like the rest of the world.
Or worse than the world.
Of course he knew that Nan Dequ and Chen He also walked into Ami Temple.
Zhuang Baiyi didn't think about why they came in. Even though he protected his body with sword intent, those scriptures were still deeply engraved into his flesh and blood.
It is precisely because of this that there is a line of extremely bright blood in the wind and snow.
I don't know how long it took, but Nan Dequ and Chen He, who arrived later, had already arrived in front of Zhuang Baiyi.
The thirty-six-year-old disciple of the Human Sword Sect looked deeply at Zhuang Baiyi, whose realm was constantly falling, and said softly.
"Senior brother, why is this necessary?"
Zhuang Baiyi held the sword in one hand and clasped the Snow-Fengxue Buddha steps with the other, taking another step up.
The sword cultivator, who was dressed in a black robe filled with wind and snow, with sharp and sad edges, just said word by word.
"Knowing that you can't do something but doing it... is the romance of swordsmanship..."
Zhuang Baiyi, covered in blood, raised his head and looked at Nan Dequ who fell silent.
"This is what you said, junior brother."
