The winter snow is sunny in the evening, and the morning glow dyes the sky red, and it also dyes the falling snowflakes red. http://

The sunset and morning glow of the southern kingdom shrouded this thousand-year-old city, the imperial capital, which was once the center of power in the Huangfeng Kingdom, has now slowly fallen.

Countless families and chambers of commerce have moved to the new imperial capital Luoxia City, and now the former imperial capital looks a little depressed, like an old man in the twilight.

After the bustle, it is cold, and sparse figures hover over the streets.

As a once prosperous imperial capital, it was not only an economic center, but also a center of cultural exchange.

The sunset in the west, its night is quietly approaching, the sky and the earth are in vain, and in the roaring wind and snow, several beating lights sway in the wind.

The cold wind roared hoarsely, but the clanging sound of the wooden fish beating on the wood came out in the wind and dissipated in the snow.

The thousand-year-old temple stands in the wind and snow, and the sound of wooden fish drifts out in it.

The sound of reciting scriptures is mixed in, and the ancient temple bathed in the morning glow is extraordinarily peaceful, far from disputes and killings.

Outside the ancient temple, children are playing, wearing thick cotton jackets and coats, frolicking in the wind and snow, building snowmen, and having snowball fights.

Due to the freezing weather, the children's faces were a little red.

Tranquil ancient temples, frolicking children, dilapidated streets, and sparse crowds form a natural picture.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Lights - A loud wind chime swayed in the wind, and when they heard this wind chime, the frolicking children - spread out their hands, and their eyes were fiery as they looked at the figure that came out of the dilapidated street.

- Ruined stalls, - dilapidated wind chimes, - fat figures, emerging in the wind and snow.

The white gas drifted above the stall, and the fragrance of ** spread, and the frolicking children ran away, surrounded the slightly fat figure, and shouted: "Fat brother, I want a roasted sweet potato!"

The people who were surrounded by these children looked at these naughty children helplessly, but they did not refuse these terrible children, lifted the cloth, and handed the baked sweet potatoes to the children.

The white air was rising, and these children indirectly stood in place to process the sweet potato, and the hot sweet potato tasted unique in the wind and snow.

And the young man known as the fat brother was standing beside him, with a simple smile on his face, looking at these children peacefully.

The down-and-out stall vendors, the frolicking children, the peaceful ancient temples, and the dilapidated streets are becoming more and more beautiful.

I don't know when, in front of the ancient temple there were more frolicking children, and more people were out of their way.

The children begged the stall vendor for sweet potatoes, and the vendor never refused, and every time, he looked at the children frolicking with a smile on his face.

The wind plucked the wind chimes, and the sound of the dings drifted in the wind and snow, and slowly, the wind chimes and the sound of the wooden fish merged together, forming the sound of heaven and earth, regardless of each other.

The white air was billowing and dissipating in the evening breeze, and the children did not leave after handling the sweet potatoes in their hands, but sat on the snow, looking at the fat man with an expectant face.

Whenever the sun went down, the young man would tell some esoteric and fascinating story, a story about the moon god, a story that had become a legend.

The voice of the young man was a little hoarse, but it was this hoarse voice that told the story that fascinated these children, and for children, these attractive things were stories, but for the people of that time, were they stories?

"The moon god guards the continent we live on, and many guardians follow the moon god, and they use the sword in their hands to protect their homeland!" the young man still had a simple smile on the corner of his mouth.

Night fell, and its twinkling stars leaped out of the void.

The voice of the youth brought them to that era of poetry and song, and the inexplicable look beat in the eyes of these children.

The wind has quietly quieted down at some point, and the starry sky is cloudless tonight, the bright stars are blinking, and the snowflakes are still falling.

The young man's voice didn't know when to stop, he raised his head and looked up at the starry sky, and the corners of his mouth still had a simple smile.

Looking up at the starry sky, this sky full of stars, all you have to do is stand on tiptoe, something within reach, something that takes root in the hearts of these children, and they will probably become the guardians of the story in a long, long time to come.

When the wind stopped, the story stopped, and some of the children said that they wanted to become the god of the moon, and some said that they wanted to become guardians, and presumably, this would be the goal of their life, but what was certain was that they would no longer hesitate and be shy.

The wind chimes dissipated in the snow, and the children who had left home had to go home after all, and in the midst of the call, these children waved at the young man with pity, and disappeared into the streets of defeat.

After receiving the laughter of the terrifying man, the heavens and the earth fell silent in vain, leaving only the sound of the wooden fish that tinkled and dingdong.

The ruined streets, the flickering lights, the peaceful ancient temples, the depressed stalls, the eyes of the youth fell on the end of the street, where the children departed.

The beating lights evoke the memories of youth, where a long, long time ago there was a little chubby girl leading a mischievous snot girl, jumping and disappearing at the end of the street.

"The ancient Buddha of the green lantern, but he is still alive, knocking on the wooden fish, reciting Buddhist scriptures, why bother?" the young man whispered, his voice sprinkled in the wind and snow.

Turning around, the young man pushed the dilapidated stall and walked towards the road he had come, the wind chimes swayed, and its tinkling sound resounded again, very loud.

The ancient Buddha of the green lantern, the pure ancient temple, the shadow of the lamp is miserable, the cold wind blows, its lamp is swaying in the wind, the sound of the wooden fish comes in the ancient temple, in front of the green lamp, a woman kneels on the ground, and three thousand green silk also falls to the ground.

The woman looks very pretty, but in front of this ancient Buddha, the pretty face is more peaceful, the woman quietly beats the wooden fish, and sings the scriptures in her mouth.

The voice was low, the woman got up suddenly, the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, turned around, the woman walked to the window, the cold moonlight fell into her eyes, looked at the dilapidated street through the window, and the figure that was fading away, and murmured softly: "The ancient Buddha of the green lantern, but the remnants of life, knock on the wooden fish, chant Buddhist scriptures!"

That -- listen to the night -- stay in the Sanskrit singing, not to participate in the saf, but to find your -- the smell of the silk.

That day, that month, that year, that world. I forgot everything, abandoned my faith, and gave up reincarnation, just because the roses that had sobbed in front of the Buddha had already gained the luster of the sun.

There are some things in life that are missed, and this is also true for Qianchuan Yan.

The young man pushed the dilapidated stalls, walked through the dilapidated streets, the dilapidated buildings, and the bleak imperial capital, and he walked straight, walked out of the wind and snow, and got lost in the wind and snow.

Until I walked in front of the majestic and majestic stone gate, on which hung a plaque, and the big characters on the plaque were extremely eye-catching: Xiao Mansion!

Xiao Mansion, where the Xiao family, the five great families of the imperial capital were located in the past, and now only the Xiao family and the imperial sword family are left among the five major families of the imperial capital.

―The silk sword intent was permeated on the handwriting, the young man raised his head, the dilapidated stall was resting in front of the stone gate, and the guards who were originally standing in front of the stone gate saw this young man, his face changed, and Liu An showed a very respectful expression: "I've seen the young master!"

Every family has its legend, its legend, just like the Ye family, Ye Chen is the legend of the Ye family, and the young man in front of him is the legend of the Xiao family.

In the face of the guard's respectful expression, the young man just smiled honestly, "Today is your duty, hehe!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came out in vain in the stone gate, Xiao Ziyun, the genius on the list of the Jade Emperor Academy in the past, came out with a sword, looked at the slightly fat figure in front of him, and said hurriedly: "Something happened!"

A long time ago, the young man in front of him was called the waste wood of the Xiao family, but today, this waste wood of the Xiao family has become an existence that the entire Xiao family wants to look up to.

"What's wrong?" The corners of the young man's mouth were still smiling, and his eyes fell on Xiao Ziyun.

"There is news from the Sword God Gate, two days ago, Qianchuan Xue, a disciple of Xiyue Peak, was robbed by a mysterious powerhouse!" Xiao Ziyun whispered.

When these words came out, Xiao Ziyun and the others were all shocked, and a terrifying coercion permeated the void in vain, and under this coercion, Xiao Ziyun and the others all retreated a few steps backwards.

"Qianchuan Snow!" The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth froze, his originally slightly curved figure was as tall as a mountain ridge, if before, the youth was a sword with a sword hidden by the years, then at this moment, the young man is a sword with an unsheathed handle.

Just this change made the heavens and the earth change color in vain, and the young man looked at Xiao Fu and whispered: "I don't rust, I need to take out the sword!"

Hearing this, Xiao Ziyun's body shape - shock, does he want to use a sword?

Xiao Fatzi, Xiao Ziyun!Young Master Xiao's Sword !。