Chen He's Tianyan car is indeed partly from Beitai.
It's just that the words that the young master from Peking University said when he looked back at Feng Xue were still unclear whether he was referring to the Tian Yan Car or something else.
Chen He squeezed for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't get to the front.
This made him somewhat regretful.
If he had known that the Tianyan car was in Beitai's hands, Chen He would not have hesitated. He did not come here until everyone was heading west of Jidu.
Of course he saw Beitai turning around.
It's just that Chen He couldn't hear what Beitai said.
Through the misty wind and snow, Chen He could not clearly see the expression of the young man standing in Tianyan's car.
After jumping up and down for a long time, Chen He finally retreated silently under the eaves of the long street in the west of the city.
Nan Dequ was still standing there sickly and wrapped in a big quilt, like a wrinkled gray roasted sweet potato that had become sperm.
"I all know that the Tianyan car belongs to you, cough cough."
Nan Dequ coughed and looked at Chen He.
"If Beitai wanted to return it to you, he would have given it back to you long ago, instead of hiding it in his palace all the time."
Chen He groaned and said, "I guess he wanted it when we were in Nanyi City."
"..."
The young master from Peking University probably doesn't care very much about such shabby things.
Chen He naturally said angry words.
Nan Dequ looked helplessly at Chen He, who was rarely angry, but didn't say anything.
There is really no need to be more sincere.
The Tianyan car in the wind and snow in the distance was still heading towards the last section of the road under the snow-capped mountains.
It was probably impossible to climb the long steps in the wind and snow.
Chen He thought that after getting off the car at Beitai, he would run to drive the car back.
So I looked around again to see if there was a way to get closer to the foot of the mountain.
It's just that those green armors surrounded the place tightly. Even if Chen He ran over, it would be difficult to really drive such a car back.
Nan Dequ didn't notice Chen He's movements. He just wrapped himself in the quilt and looked over there strangely. He said softly: "Speaking of which, there are 300,000 Qingjia in Beitai, and maybe they are backed by Qingtian Dao. There is no way I should choose such a way to appear."
Although the Tianyan car has a nice name, it is actually just a shabby car made of two wheelchairs.
Chen He was still a little angry and said angrily: "Maybe I just feel that I am a fresh and energetic Majesty."
Although Chen He's words contained a strong sense of personal emotion, there were indeed some possibilities.
Compared to His Majesty who lived for a thousand years, this young master from Peking University is of course extremely young.
Your young Majesty, perhaps you do need something younger to serve as a foil.
Nan Dequ turned to look at Chen He, smiled softly, and said, "Maybe it's to hide the fact that his leg is lame?"
Chen He was stunned for a moment. He wanted to say that it seemed like this.
But the young man in the wind and snow had already reached the foot of the mountain, looked back at the people in Jidu, and calmly got off the Tianyan car.
Then, under the incredulous eyes of Chen He and Nan Dequ, they walked extremely smoothly towards the snowy steps of the mountain road.
This scene was probably more incredible to the two of them than coming from Beitai wearing Taoist robes.
"Is his leg healed?"
Chen He muttered there.
Nan Dequ just shook his head.
Now, he is just a worldly person, unable to see clearly the story on Fengxue's side.
But a voice came from behind the two of them.
"Unless his leg is replaced, it will be difficult to cure."
The two looked back and saw a Taoist priest standing there, speaking sadly.
Nan Dequ narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Cordia?"
They are all from Nanyi City, so it is impossible for Nan Dequ not to know Jiang Juyu.
The Taoist looked at Nan Dequ with some regret, not knowing why he was regretful, and said softly: "Senior brother actually doesn't practice swordsmanship anymore."
Nan Dequ fell silent.
Chen He glanced at Nan Dequ, who was wrapped in a quilt, and changed the topic.
"Then why doesn't he walk with a limp?"
Jiang Juyu's eyes fell on Chen He. She couldn't see any emotion. She just said calmly: "The reason why His Majesty can't walk smoothly is because when I broke his leg, I used too much force, which caused his leg to break." The bone was twisted and shattered, so one leg was longer and the other shorter. So why do you think he can't walk with a limp?"
Chen He and Nan Dequ seemed to understand something, and looked at the long snowy steps going up with shocked expressions.
At the end of the long steps is an extremely large and gorgeous platform. Looking from the long street of Jidu, it seems to be receiving the magnificent skylight and wind and snow.
There was a certain Emperor Lu Ming named Dao Chunhan waiting there.
And on the long steps, a certain small figure has left the Tianyan car, let go of the woman in the plain skirt, and is going upwards little by little.
Chen He and Nan Dequ seemed to see many extremely bright blood-colored flowers in the invisible footprints of the wind and snow.
Heading towards the top of the mountain.
Everyone looked at this picture in silence, which was neither grand nor shocking.
...
Standing silently in the wind and snow in the late spring cold.
His Majesty is already very old, so many extremely warm braziers are lit everywhere on this windy and snowy platform.
Like some sunflowers blooming in the wind and snow.
Chengtiantai is not very high, but it is nearly 1,000 feet tall.
Lu Ming's Majesty, no matter how ignored by the world.
After all, this is also an imperial throne.
At the time of transition from old to new, extremely solemn etiquette is naturally required.
There seemed to be some bells and drums slowly ringing in the wind and snow in the world.
It's not sad, just dull, just like this heavy snow that has been falling for thousands of years.
Those voices converged on this high platform.
Only in this way can people in the world find a place to focus their attention in the vast wind and snow.
Lao Chunhan wore an old imperial robe and stood there for a long time. When the eyes of the world fell on the mountain, his eyes fell on the long steps.
Right there, there was a young man wearing a Taoist robe, calmly walking upwards.
It is worth mentioning that Lu Ming did not know how many young people walking in the wind and snow were not wearing shoes.
Bare feet, stepping on those long steps full of ice edges.
There was a line of very distinct bloody footprints behind him.
Lao Chunhan's eyes fell on the young man's feet.
In fact, if you look closely, you will see that this young man does not walk as smoothly as people from afar see him.
His body was trembling slightly.
Chunhan's eyes fell on the young foot that had lost a lot of flesh and blood and was walking in the wind and snow with bare toes.
The expression may be filled with wonder, shock, or emotion.
It's just that everything is silent on the white hair on the temples of the old emperor that has condensed with ice and snow.
So it's not sad, just dull.
Just like this heavy snow that has been falling for thousands of years.
It took a long time for the young man, whose flesh and blood had been removed to make his legs the same length, to step through the wind and snow and stand in front of the old emperor who was slightly stooped and looking at the long steps below. .
Beitai's eyes were as calm as water, but his face was covered with fine beads of sweat - before he climbed to the high platform of the snow mountain, Bai He left some Taoist skills on him, otherwise no matter how tenacious his decision was, it would be difficult to survive. Snow in the snow country.
Dao Chunhan stood there silently, looking down at the bloody footprints behind Beitai. After a long time, he said softly: "Are you really so determined?"
Of course Beitai understands the meaning of spring cold.
In fact, the battle in such a snowy country is not tragic.
Lu Mingren's indignation was more due to the fact that the old emperor surrendered without a fight.
Do they really hate Beitai so much?
Maybe it's out of the question.
Anger should be silent in the wind and snow.
But the world's breathing is heavy, which cannot be said to be silent.
Beitai stood there calmly, without looking back at the footprints, and said calmly: "You are indeed so determined."
Lao Chunhan said nothing more. Standing on that platform, all the cumbersome etiquette had been omitted.
He just needs to hand such a scepter to the young man in front of him.
Lu Ming accompanied the emperor, or in other words, Lu Ming's real throne was handed over to this young man with 300,000 green armors.
Lao Chunhan was silent for a long time and raised the hand holding the scepter.
Beitai, who was wearing a Taoist robe, calmly clasped his hands together and lowered his head.
The ice and snow lotus scepter is actually very hard and sharp.
Even for an old emperor like Lao Chunhan, if he raised it above his head and then smashed it down hard, it would be enough to cut off the young man's neck.
Such a scene is indeed very tempting.
The light in Lao Chunhan's eyes kept flashing.
Beitai stood there quietly. It was as if he never knew the hesitation and entanglement in the heart of the person in front of him.
Countless people in the snowstorm saw that scene.
Of course they longed for such a scene.
The old emperor surrendered without a fight just to paralyze the enemy.
When the right moment came, he raised his scepter high, beheaded the traitor, and sprinkled a splash of blood to avenge his previous shame.
Unfortunately, such a story is probably not realistic.
Even though Qing Jia is gradually heading east.
There is still a spring-like green color in Jidu, just like the scenery under such a rooftop.
If Chunhan really cuts off the scepter in his hand.
Undoubtedly, they are the people who will bring the butcher's knife to Jidu.
This is a story that many people can relate to.
Of course I understand it in my heart.
Even if Beitai dies, there is still Beiyuan. Even if Beiyuan dies, 300,000 Qingjia will still obey the orders of those Taoists who originally belong to Qingtian Dao.
So those stories of blood spilled on the wind and snow did not happen.
The scepter was delivered to the young man's hand extremely smoothly.
Dao Chunhan knelt down with great respect.
"The common people are facing a cold spring, and I would like to pay my respects to Your Majesty."
...
"I never thought Beitai had such great perseverance."
Nan Dequ said with emotion.
There were more than a thousand feet of long steps of ice and snow. He just cut off the soles of his feet and some bones, and walked up step by step.
As a person who caught a cold and had to go out with a big quilt under his bed, Nan Dequ really admired that young man.
Jiang Juyu also stood there with some regret and said softly: "Speaking of which, I actually don't know about this either."
Nan Dequ coughed and turned to look at the Qingtian Daoist.
The latter said extremely calmly: "In our initial arrangement, there was no such link."
Nan Dequ raised his eyebrows and said, "So what made Beitai do such a thing?"
Jiang Juyu squinted her eyes and looked at the thousand-foot-long step in the wind and snow. After a long time, she slowly said: "Senior brother, as a former sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect, you should know very well that the Bei family has been here for thousands of years. , all the family heads in the past generations were often lame."
Just like the story in Nanyi City, the story in Beitai is actually just a boring repetition to a certain extent.
But probably only when he really encountered a big wave sweeping the world, was he really pushed out of Nanyi City.
Jiang Juyu continued: "So when I think about it, it's not that incredible. If my surname was Bei. When facing such a thousand-foot-long step, I would probably also think about it when I think about limping up. Feeling angry."
Nan Dequ's eyes fell on Chengtian Terrace to the west of Fengxue.
The young emperor on the stage was holding a scepter in his hand, standing quietly in the glorious wind and snow of Jidu, overlooking the world.
So maybe it's like what Cornelius said.
It is precisely because of this that Beitai uses a pair of legs and feet that are bleeding but of the same length to climb those thousands of feet long steps step by step - just like the ancestors who have walked steadily for a thousand years in the past. A period of time.
Nan Dequ looked at it sadly for a long time, and then said softly: "Maybe."
This sword cultivator didn't like such a Taoist very much. What's more, it was obvious that he could no longer intervene in the current story of the world, so he turned around in the snow and planned to leave here.
After taking two steps while wrapped in a big quilt, Nan Dequ seemed to feel that something was not right.
Looking back, I realized that the two of them had been talking here for a long time, but Chen He disappeared at some point.
Jiang Juyu looked at Nan Dequ who turned around and said slowly: "Are you looking for that young man?"
Nan Dequ frowned and said, "Do you know where he is?"
Jiang Juyu said calmly: "It has nothing to do with me, he wants to leave on his own."
The Taoist said, stretching out his hand and pointing to somewhere in the wind and snow.
Nan Dequ looked in that direction and was stunned for a moment.
It turned out that the young man had climbed onto the roof of the long street in Jidu at some point, and was wriggling like a big snowworm there. His destination was obviously the Tianyan car at the foot of Fengxue Chengtiantai Mountain. .
...
"You are always so indifferent, but I am so lonely..."
Chen He was humming a tune, but today's tune was obviously not sad.
But there is a hint of anger in the joy.
Chen He didn't care whether Beitai would become His Majesty.
He only cares about whether he can get his Tianyan car back.
After looking there for a long time, he finally found what was perhaps the only feasible way.
That is to climb over a line of roof ridges.
Chen He was humming a tune while crawling there with all his strength.
This reminded him of the time when he climbed the wall of Hell.
People who are idle in the clouds and wild cranes may not always have times of courage.
Chen He feels that he is indeed braver than anyone else now.
The people of the world were probably still immersed in the story of the distant wind and snow, and did not notice at all that above their heads, there was a man humming a tune and crawling towards the end of the long snowy street.
It took a long time before Chen He finally got over the crowd that was like a wave of people pushed to the shore during the wind and snow and then frozen.
In front of them are many green armors surrounding such a snow mountain.
Once here, this is probably the most difficult place to cross.
Chen He did not doubt the loyalty of those Qingjia to Beitai. If they were not loyal, they probably would not travel through the human world with difficulty and follow him to such a snowy place.
So Chen He stood at the end of the eaves, somewhat helpless.
But just as Chen He stood there worried, an extremely violent commotion suddenly broke out in the entire Jidu.
Everyone's eyes were focused on such a snowy mountain.
Chen He followed the eyes of everyone and looked over, only to see a figure falling down in the misty wind and snow.
It crossed the wind and snow extremely quickly, and then fell into the snow somewhere, never to be seen again.
Chen He looked over there silently.
But I also understood something.
Probably a certain Lu Ming who accompanied the emperor chose to commit suicide in the snow after handing over the throne to Beitai.
So the spring cold may have caused a fall.
Everyone's eyes fell there subconsciously.
Including those green armors.
Chen He's eyes lit up, but he also realized that this was probably his best chance to take back the Tianyan car.
The young man jumped into the snowdrift below, climbed up in a hurry, and ran over there in a hurry despite the wind and snow.
Lao Chunhan's suicide attracted the attention of the entire Jidu.
Even Jiang Zhiyu and Nan Dequ, who had noticed Chen He's whereabouts before, subconsciously turned their gaze over there amid the wind, snow and sound waves.
By the time everyone came to their senses, the young man had already passed through the layers of green armor and appeared in front of the Tianyan car.
But before Chen He could sit on it, a woman in Taoist skirt holding an umbrella was already standing there.
Chen He was taken aback, but he didn't wait for him to react. The Qingtian Taoist woman named Bai He, whom they had met once before, had already raised her hand, pinched the Taoist formula, and held it upright in front of her.
Chen He opened his eyes wide, probably not expecting that this woman, who was not ruthless by any means, would directly kill her.
Countless Taoist charms in the wind and snow condensed instantly and turned into a golden light, heading straight towards Chen He.
Chen He felt that he was probably finished.
But in the next moment, those golden light swords disintegrated into countless Dao texts three inches in front of Chen He, and then suddenly turned into thousands of trickles and passed over the young man.
Chen He seemed to realize something and suddenly looked back.
On the windy and snowy long street, those Taoist texts had carried the wind and snow through the body of a certain Taoist very quickly.
