A lot of snow, sprinkled with foreign water, overwhelming, ten miles of rivers covered in silver, inadvertently, the huge Pingyang City has been covered with snow, completely become a white furnace.

At this moment, on a hillside outside Pingyang City, a middle-aged man is standing in the wind and snow with two babies in his arms.

The man was dressed in a thin black winter coat, his face haggard, his long beard and hair tossed by the north wind.

This world is still very new to two babies who have only been born for a few months, and they have already been frightened by the terrible north wind, and they are crying incessantly.

I don't know how long he has been standing, the man's head and shoulders have been covered with snow, he let out a long sigh to the howling north wind, facing the wind and snow in front of him, and choked up: "It's not me who is ruthless and unrighteous...... But the world is forced to make me this cruel and ruthless person......" Before the words were finished, tears were already rolling down.

After a long time, the man drew a dagger from his waist and threw the baby in his left hand to the ground. He looked at the baby who fell in the snow, trembling and said: "Child, although you are innocent, but you are the flesh and blood of Emperor Qian, and Emperor Qiandi does not give us the Yan clan a way to live, so I can't keep you for this!" he said, and the dagger with cold light in his hand was already raised.

"Master!"

An anxious voice came along the north wind, and a man in his thirties ran towards the middle-aged man in a hurry.

The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his appearance was simple, and his face was full of anxiety. When the man ran close to the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man asked coldly, "Why are you here now?"

The man lowered his head and sighed to the middle-aged man: "Sect Master, this is a hurtful thing after all, is there really no other way but to start with an innocent baby?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and said helplessly: "It's not that I'm ruthless, ruthless and unrighteous, it's actually that our Yan clan has been forced to the point of extinction by the Daqian royal family...... The Daqian royal family used unscrupulous means to murder Emperor Yan and seize the country of our Yan clan, and they have always refused to let go of the bloodline of our Yan clan, and they have been hunting and killing for thousands of years. The Daqian royal family is ruthless and unrighteous first, if you and I are talking about benevolence, righteousness and morality, when the body dies and the clan is destroyed, we will not become sinners of the Yan clan through the ages?"

After saying this, the middle-aged man raised the dagger in his hand again.

"Master!"

The man grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and begged loudly, "Think about it again! Killing Emperor Qian's bloodline is secondary, and you have to sacrifice one of your own flesh and blood for this plan! One of your sons is twin sons, one can grow up under your protection, and the other must pretend to be Emperor Qian's bloodline, is this fair to him?"

The man's expression was serious, his eyes were very firm, and this rhetorical question was extremely powerful. The middle-aged man hesitated with a painful expression, but still gritted his teeth, shook off the man, and the dagger in his hand quickly stabbed at the baby on the snow.

Bright red blood splattered, and the crying of babies in the snow came to an abrupt end. Tears fell from the middle-aged man's eyes, and the dagger in his hand trembled and continued to drip blood.

The middle-aged man raised his head and said in a long voice with tears streaming down his face: "I want to do good deeds in my life, but I finally do such a hurtful thing...... O iniquity!" he said, the bloody dagger in his hand fell silently into the snow.

Seeing this, the man next to him also shook his head and sighed. This is already the case, and the man can only say: "Master, let's bury this dead baby first......"

The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at the leaden black sky and said, "Hong Shi, you can bury him well...... Heaven, all iniquity is upon me, so do not be angry with my people...... What punishment is there, please let me bear it alone......" he said, kneeling on the snow, hiding heaven and earth and worshipping again and again.

Hongshi dug through the snow in silence and buried the dead baby.

After getting up, Hong Shi sighed, this little life has passed away not long after he came to the world, and for the sake of secrecy, he can't even set up a stele for this little life, it won't be long before there will be no memory of this little life in this world......

After burying the dead baby, the middle-aged man and Hong Shi left, leaving only a snow-covered white tomb and a small grave with no tombstone and no one knowing......

About 100 miles outside the city of Pingyang, there is a Zixiao Mountain, and there is a dilapidated temple on the mountain.

At this moment, the heavy snow covers the mountain, no one is visible, the small temple is standing in this ice and snow, the color of the broken black bricks and red pillars is also completely covered by the snow, and the broken doors and windows are like a big mouth, swallowing a mouthful of cold wind into the temple.

In the temple, Yan Zhengfang held his own flesh and blood in his arms and stood silently. In front of Yan Zhengfang, Hong Shi was busy preparing, and his frowning brows showed that he was thinking about some problem.

After everything was finally ready, Hong Shi raised his head and asked, "Sect Master, do you really want to get a birthmark?" Tattoos are very harmful to babies, and may even poison babies......

Hong Shi paused when he said this, and continued: "Let's not talk about the risk of tattooing, even if we tattoo the exact same birthmark on the body of the prince, how can we make Emperor Qian believe that this is his own flesh and blood?

Glancing at Yan Zhengfang worriedly, Hong Shi sighed: "Sect Master, have you really thought it through? This is your own son!"

Yan Zhengfang's eyes dimmed, he was silent for a while, and sighed: "It's already started, can we still turn back?" Hongshi, let's do it, I know everything you said very well, and I have already thought about it thousands of times, if I am not sure, I will not make such a hurtful plan......

After a pause, Yan Zhengfang said word by word: "As the sect leader of the Divine Fire Sect, as the patriarch of the Yan Clan, I must be responsible for the Divine Fire Sect and the entire Yan Clan!"

Hong Shi gritted his teeth and said, "Sect Master, the span of your plan is too big, and I am worried that after many years, everything will be completely out of shape and will not be able to ...... according to your plan."

Yan Zhengfang interrupted Hong Shi's words and said: "Don't think about it anymore, the Daqian royal family refuses to let us go, and we have no other way to resist, and the clansmen and disciples have been slaughtered by them batch after batch ......"

When Yan Zhengfang said this, the muscles on his face jumped a few times, revealing a trace of uneasiness, as if he recalled some tragic memory.