It is difficult to talk about my heart, and what lingers in my mind is the mysterious and strange scene of the white dragon coming out of the lake, the dragon roars and the heavens and the earth shake, and the sound of the long roar is even more terrifying. Kimura had never been so panicked, he didn't know if it was a nightmare or a reality, he only knew that he had to stay away from the Changbai Mountain, away from the Tianchi Lake, and he would never come to this continent again.

He didn't know how he walked down from the Changbai Mountain, he only had a mess in his own mind, the vast snow-capped mountain behind him was getting farther and farther away, and he walked down from the Tianchi Lake of the Changbai Mountain to the east. In the eastern part of the sea is his country, although it is a small country, but in his heart it is the most beautiful country, because there are still three or four months before the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and he hopes that he can rush back before the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

The snow-capped mountains behind him were getting farther and farther away, and the lingering fear was getting farther and farther away, and Kimura, who was already exhausted, heard the loud sound of waves crashing on the shore. He couldn't help but feel inexplicably excited in his heart, as long as he reached the beach, he could find a boat to go to sea, and he could return to his homeland. He couldn't help but quicken his pace, and ran towards the shore where there was a loud noise, and the fear faded away, but the eagerness to return home was even higher.

A fishing village appeared in Kimura's eyes, scattered with more than a dozen families, and he remembered that he and the ninjas of the sect also came ashore from this dilapidated fishing village. Looking at the dilapidated stone houses, the nets that swept in the sun, and the dried fish that smelled of salty seawater, he felt that it had all become so beautiful, without the dazzling snow, without the eerie peaks, only the foaming sea water that kept lapping against the shore.

The salty smell of the sea is the essence of the tumbling water, and the waves of foam are piled up on the beach along the coast. Kimura, who has been raining for a long time, only feels that all this is so quiet, and the sound of the waves in the sky has become a beautiful music in his ears. He had never been so eager, especially when he looked from the shore to the endless sea, and he knew that in the middle of the endless sea was his country, where was his gentle wife, and the holy cherry blossoms.

Kimura's presence caught the attention of the fishermen of the small fishing village, who looked at the young man in tattered clothes with a puzzled look in their eyes. The man was dressed differently from theirs, and though he was dressed in tattered white, they felt that the young man had a peculiar temperament, that he was not covered with the salty smell of sea fish like theirs, and that his skin was not as bronzed as theirs.

"Ah, isn't this one of the people who landed in our village from the sea a month or two ago?" A villager carrying a wet fishing net on his shoulders looked at Kimura and said in amazement. And his words were quickly recognized by other fishermen.

Kimura didn't expect the fishermen in this fishing village to remember them, and he unconsciously felt tears in his eyes, and he hurriedly greeted the fishermen. Every face that he had looked down upon, every fisherman who had made them ignore it, at this time made him feel that their words were like warm currents in this cold winter, flowing in his heart, making him feel that he was still remembered.

Kimura has taken up residence in this small fishing village for a few days, and the sea breeze has been blowing wildly for the past few days, and even the fishermen in this village have not gone out to sea to fish, and he has some difficulties in finding a fishing boat to go to sea. The peaceful life for a few days made his heart completely relaxed, and the fear from Changbai Mountain gradually melted away from the bottom of his heart, but the spectacular scene of the white dragon coming out of the lake was still deeply engraved in his mind.

The past few days have been the most down-to-earth and peaceful since he came to this continent, without the dazzling vast snow, nor the trembling of day and night vigilance, he and these villagers ate the fish caught in the sea, and he gradually liked a peaceful life. And one day, this peace was broken, and the fear that he once thought he was about to forget in his heart was awakened again.

Someone sent him a long package, wrapped in coarse cloth, and vaguely felt that the wrapped object was a scimitar. His own scimitar had already been discarded by him in Changbai Mountain, and the peaceful life in this fishing village made him forget that he was once a ninja. When he opened the package, a curved blade that shone like a crescent moon appeared before his eyes.

There were still traces of undried blood on the curved blade that glowed with wisps of coldness, and the blinding blood-colored light rippled open, causing Kimura's brain to suddenly explode with a bang. He knew the owner of this curved blade, who was none other than the Great Elder of the sect who had taken them to this continent. The Great Elder's weapon appeared here, which meant that the Great Elder had been killed, and he could even feel that the blood stains on the curved blade seemed to be the Great Elder's.

The comer handed the curved blade into Kimura's hand, and then said the names of several people, including Han Chinese, Khitans, and even Jurchens. He didn't know any of these names, and he naturally knew the meaning of what the man had told him, but to his shock, there was also a Han Chinese name, which used to be taboo in the Iga sect of Fuso ninjas.

The man left, and he left in a hurry, and the man's arrival, the curved blade stained with blood that had not yet dried, once again aroused the fear in Kimura's heart. He raised the curved blade in his hand, and the dazzling snow light of Changbai Mountain shone on the bottom of his heart again, his face began to change from a trace of fear, and became extremely hideous, he knew that he must go back to the sect and tell the sect all this.

No one knew the real fear in Jin Dazhong's heart at this time, the appearance of the white dragon had exceeded his cognition, and the heavenly tribulation full of dark clouds that rolled down made his heart full of horror. When the swordsmen in the same sect were all killed by the white dragon, his heart had collapsed, he no longer wanted to be the unjust soul under the white dragon's body, he wanted to leave, the farther away the better, so he fled, and fled faster and more urgently than when he came.

In the confusion in his mind, he vaguely remembered the journey back to Goguryeo, he just instinctively went in the direction of the Yalu River, he didn't know how many days he had been running, he was already exhausted, he was even more ragged, and no part of his body was complete. He was like a frightened bird, and whenever he saw a dark cloud rolling in the sky, he instinctively avoided it, and that terrifying scene was too impressive for him.

Along the way, he instinctively hit a few beasts when he was hungry, but he didn't dare to hunt beasts that were too big, and this loud land gave him too much shock and intimidation. The pine and snow fields behind him gradually disappeared, and his messy mind did not fully recover, the instinctive sense of survival still supported him to leave the snow-covered Changbai Mountain region, and the fear and crisis that shrouded his heart also dissipated.

Day and night, and delirious, although he did not collapse to the point of despair, but in the end he still came to the rolling and turbulent river. It was the Yalu River, and he could return to his country after crossing the Yalu River, and this torment shrouded in fear could finally be gotten rid of, his brain suddenly cleared, looking at the Yalu River that was as clear as a jade belt, he only felt that his heartbeat accelerated.

It was still cold, and there were still piles of snow left everywhere that had not yet melted, but the turbulent Yalu River with the rippling waves gave him a great comfort, as if this river was his only reliance, and the nerves in his whole body were relaxed, and he was about to go home, he couldn't help but think excitedly.

Picking up the clear water in the river, he did not forget to take off the saber hanging from his waist, and the cold river water wet his slightly stinging face. Looking down at the river, he saw a haggard and pale face, his face was covered with blood and messy hair, and his clothes were in tatters, he had long since lost his handsome and jade-like face, and he no longer had that graceful and elegant temperament.

The sound of horses' hooves came to his ears, causing him to jump like a startled rabbit, and the sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and a man on a horse appeared in his sight quickly. He couldn't help but nervously pick up the saber he had taken off, and his eyes instinctively showed a vigilant gaze at the man who came on horseback.

A sword of brilliant light was thrown in front of him, and a cold look shot out of the man's eyes, like the glare of the glare of the dazzling blood stained on the brilliant sword. Jin Dazhong's heart tightened inexplicably, and the man threw the sword in front of Jin Dazhong, but without saying a word, he turned his horse's head and left on his own. Jin Dazhong had a dull feeling of being pulled in his heart, he knew that the so-called second sword master of Goguryeo had been killed, and as for who the murderer was, several figures appeared in his mind.

The land of the extreme north, the city of extreme cold, the first place in the world to see the sunrise is the city of extreme cold in the far north, and naturally this is also the earliest place in the world where the night comes. Everyone in the world knows that there is an extremely cold city in the far north, but there are very few people who can find this extremely cold city, because the extremely cold city is the coldest and coldest place in the world, covered with snow all year round, and full of ice everywhere.

The Arctic clouds looked at the cold moon outside the window obsessively, and the faint moonlight shone obliquely down from the window, reflecting her slender and delicate body. She held her chin, the infatuated look in her eyes also became thick with the brighter and brighter moonlight, the pale white palace skirt set off her noble and elegant temperament, and the obsessive eyes showed an incomprehensible light like Ai Ru from time to time.

"Miss, I found out clearly, the Ye family arrested a Han man and locked him up in the Ye family. It is said that the Han man was captured by the Ye family from Changbai Mountain, and what he said seemed to be to lure the person named Ling Tianyun here. I don't know why the Ye family did this, but the palace master and the elders don't seem to want to care about it. A maid in an emerald robe hurriedly came to her side with messy steps, and reported to her in a hurry.

When Beibing Yunduo heard this, there was a faint anger on her delicate jade-like face, she knew why the Ye family did this, faintly she hoped that Ling Tianyun would appear, but also hoped that Ling Tianyun would not come. This kind of unspeakable ambivalence filled her, she didn't know what she should do, although the Night Hades Palace was the master of this extremely cold city, but the Night Hades Palace was not only surnamed Beibing, the previous palace master of the Night Hades Palace was surnamed Ye, and the next palace master of the Night Hades Palace would definitely be surnamed Ye.

The moonlight that poured down like silver water became thicker and thicker, just like the complex mood of the Arctic clouds, and her gaze looked into the distance, the endless mountains and rivers and the endless snow color.

The cold window is full of snow in the river, and the moonlight is like a gorgeous snow.