Chapter 1 Snowy Night
A pot of wine, a few wisps of green silk, you and I break the knot, and lovesickness is also beautiful.
A string of Buddha beads, two spied swords, the kindness is inextinible, and who is speechless.
Qianqian brushed the strings with ten fingers, especially recalling the smile of those years.
You ride and drink the wind and snow, and you sigh with tears on your face.
A promise to wait for ten years. Full of blood, sprinkled all over the northern wilderness.
Ten years of journey, ten years for whom to suffer. Who has a charming reputation and is as rich as a cloud and noble as me.
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The forest path is far less spacious than the official road, and there is even no cornerstone in the remote place. It all depends on the travelers to step out.
It can't be measured by four feet, and it comes with dust and dominates the whole road.
Fortunately, in this wilderness, pedestrians are rare, not to mention that on a snowy night, wandering ghosts are too lazy to wander outside.
The knight on horseback is nine feet tall and has heroic hair. Under the purple gold crown in the sky, the face is like jade, and the heavenly court is full. The two sword eyebrows are like thorns, flying diagonally into the temples, not angry and majestic.
Stepping on the wind and pedaling the electric post is actually the world-famous BMW. He is also known as the god of killing, and he is the first rider in the north. Therefore, even if I run with all my strength and stay overnight. This person and one horse don't have much fatigue.
The knight had a cold face and a bright yellow in his arms.
He completely ignored the obstacles of the wind and snow, and even the night could not block his eyes.
The knight breathed, leaving a white air wave in the air.
His muscles were tight, like a fierce beast showing its fangs, a full-power killing machine.
The armor is full of cold light, and the knight is murderous. Only the inverted cloak wrapped tightly and looked down at the cold redd little face in the baby.
Only on the knight's face can there be a rare cold but warm smile.
"I promised to keep you no matter what."
The knight whispered and was immediately covered by the roaring north wind.
A few drops fell, throwing arcs, and wetting the cold snow.
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With the red lightning sweeping the earth in the dark night, the willow branches flying beside the road, and the path gradually widens.
Originally, the low weed canal on the side of the road turned into a short weeping poplar.
On this gradually getting better road, even the knight didn't know where to go, but he suddenly took his mind!
"Wow!!!"
With a long hiss, the wind horse in the Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped, and the iron hoofs plowed out several deep ravines on the ground.
Wo!
Whistling through the air, I saw a fine light, bringing up a vacuum trail, like an electric attack from a distance.
A large gun shadow suddenly appeared in front of the tall horse, and the long soldiers on the winning hook did not know when they were caught in the hands of the knight, and the dance would open!
What a cloud-piercing sun gun, what a trick to splash ink!
DangDang!
Another series of dense sparks splashed, and I had to hear the sound and couldn't see anything breaking the sky!
When the wind horse couldn't stand the strong momentum and retreated eight steps with a series of crutches, the knight suddenly turned the head of the gun, nailed it to the ground with an oblique thorn, and supported the retreat.
Boom, the tip of the gun raised a large area of earth and stone, full of snow and mud.
The crumbs of upside-down soil even pierced the thick and thin willows at the mouth of the bowl, spreading in a wavy shape!
With a "squeak", there were short willows on all sides, as if they were cut by an invisible blade and folded down together, shocking the black sparrow at night.
buzz!!!
The vibrating sound of the bow string came, and the deafening trembling seemed to tear the air, which made people shudder.
"Hu~"
A turbid breath is like a white dragon breaking through the sky. The knight limped on the back of a horse and breathed for a long time before spinning the gun flower. His eyes twinkled like stars, staring straight at the dark curtain in front of him.
Rudian's eyes pierced the barrier, and the murderous intention had been swallowed up by the wind and snow, and the hazyness was felt by him!
"Good! What an arrow fell nine days! What a good arrow! In the past, the battlefield robes treated me like this today. I, Mu Yun, wrote down this kindness!"
The knight's voice is heroic, and the hole is golden and stone-piercing. He tilted the right hand of the long gun, but trembled slightly. Especially the tiger's mouth, overflowing with a few reds, depicting a fine texture along the silver and white gun barrel!
Just now, nine cold arrows were shot from several miles away, afraid that he would not catch them easily.
This is the truth. If it is known, someone can block the sunset with a close blade. I'm afraid that he is the first and fifth fierce general of the Tang Dynasty, and his brave name will sing in the market again!
"Oh~Muyun! Mu Yun!! Never ~ never thought of your shooting skills ~ shooting skills ~ has already reached the same state! The realm!!"
"But~but~So what~So what! Don't say it, don't say it, it's physical shortcomings! Missing!!"
"Even if you pass my level, you really think! I really think!! Can you escape from the territory of the Tang Dynasty? Thousands of miles of the imperial land?
The quiet words, hoarse and harsh, echoed from all directions, making people unable to distinguish the position at all.
In fact, when the birds at night were startled, in the twilight, almost at the same time, there was a stirred movement.
A smart archer will never expose his position to the enemy.
Even the "hmanship" he showed when he fought with his friends in the past may be a trap laid in advance.
In such a crazy world, even the brothers on the battlefield may become enemies on a different day. Who else can be trusted?
The only iron law in which every martial artist can be instilled in the first lesson of any qualified enlightenment tutor - the martial artist can rely on, never be a friend, relative or glory, but a weapon in his hand!
Or put down your sword, go home to do business, and enjoy the joy of family. Or pick up the blade, forget all your cowardice, and become a real warrior!
Tang generals and officers are not only qualified soldiers, but also cold-blooded butchers!
Mu Yun's vigilant observation of the four fields was not moved by the other party's verbal coercion. The magnificent power in his body is ready to move, and his arm bones are hidden in the solid muscles and there is a dull pain.
It is true that he died and died on this trip, so what?
As early as when he left Beijing, he realized that he was a dead man.
Ten years of waiting, ten years of fighting, just to be closer to her. Once there is bad news, my heart is broken. Who knows that kind of pain?!
Some promises, for others, are heavier than Mount Tai. Why spare life and death?
Wo!
Another little fine light came from the right side, and even with its superb eyesight, Mu Yun could clearly distinguish it. The magnificent waves brought by the arrow made the willows break their waist along the way!
The magnificent air wave simply urges the mountains to break out. With pure physical strength, Tang will live up to the name of power!
Dang!
The tip of the gun flew like a shuttle, suddenly against the arrow, and the lightning stabbed. The blade rubbed against the tip of the arrow, and the splashing spark lit up his whole indifferent and resolute face!
His forehead sweated and frowned slightly, but in the face of the power that even a huge mountain could be crushed, his eyes clearly did not flash at all!
Wo!
Almost wiping the face armor, the sharp arrow turned away and roared by!
The aftershocks were domineering, plowing the ground out of a deep gully.
Mu Yunqiang tightened his arms and urged the aura to sweep away the dust and waves, consuming energy for nothing.
The huge force on his arm came, and he did not dare to unload too much luck, so he had to press it to the back of the horse with the rhythm of his waist and abdomen, and took half a step spiritually without falling down!
It was this half step that made his original impeccable defense a little flaw!
Long soldiers are better than the battlefield, and it is quite inconvenient to fight to the death in close proximity.
Even if his master of shooting has reached the peak and almost returned to nature, it is impossible to maintain a perfect state all the time between actions!
Of course, this mistake is nothing on the battlefield. The psychic and armored body alone is enough to block most of the negligence. What's more, there was no lack of loyal and brave cronies at that time.
The blood Lin in the north is full of blood, and he alone killed seven in and seven out of thousands of troops, and buried millions of corpses, but he was just thirsty to drink blood and laugh.
Unfortunately, this is not a battlefield, and his enemy is not a soldier of any enemy country! He even carried a heavy burden on his back!
The fine light, another fine light comes like a shadow, brighter, thinner and sharper than the dark arrow that flew back from afar!,
Tricky and weird!
In the dark corner, there is a gorgeous and brilliant, which can only be amazing!
The blade has not arrived, and the piercing chill has soaked the bone marrow.
Under the soft light, the night is full of light.
Mu Yun didn't even have time to be shocked. He caught a glimpse of the low hill in the distance, which was hazy and faintly lined with eighteen tower-like knights!
The first arrow in the north! The first thorn in Gyeonggi! The secret guard of the imperial city - Xuanjia 18 riders!
Desperate! Desperate situation!
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Glass walls, flying eaves and jade, a line of purple smoke on the blue sky, two green pine trees drooling.
Cangshan, sea of clouds, don't go back.
A Taoist temple is lonely and ethereal.
No one knows why the spiritual treasure jade tower, which looks like a palace in the sky, will stand in such a historic Taoist temple.
No one understands that with Cangshan Mountain on his back, a path goes straight to the foot of the mountain. How can he stand in front of the watch, which makes people look like a world away and dare not peep down.
That feeling, as if the winding path itself represents the chasm, and even if you look at it, it will fall into the abyss.
This is just an ordinary Taoist temple, at least from afar.
The only unusual jade building that is different and more isolated than the Taoist temple itself.
The only surprising thing is the monk standing on the two corners of the jade tower.
A monk, one right and one left, looking south and north.
The white-clothed fat monk, even if it is so far away that even his figure begins to blur, it also makes people feel clean.
clean, pure and spotless, such as the white monk's clothes with a more transparent texture than the Jade Tower.
This is a young monk who looks extremely comfortable and comfortable.
There is no doubt that if you don't see its face, you will know its marrow, eat its marrow and know its taste.
The monk seems to have some strange charm, which is irresistible. He just wants to look at it a few more. I have to look forward to it from afar. It seems that only in this way can I become clean and clean up the filth of the mortal karma.
The Taoist in blue, with an ancient crown and flying eyebrows, stands in the wind, and is also spotless.
But the thin figure, the oblique sword, the long hair spread to the knees--
The temperament, which is completely opposite to the solemn dress, is also disgustingly admirable.
It seems that under the neat clothes and behind the free and easy appearance, there is a great and arrogant heart.
That kind of pride is more amazing than the scenic spots of the world.
He stood so high and so far away.
He stood opposite the monk, just like Mount Tai's dangerous egg, which made people worried about the jade monk.
The vague monks give people clean and clear thoughts for no reason. They just want to get close to them and be killed instead.
Why do clear Taoist people have such contradictions, just like the face that can be seen clearly from afar but can always be remembered.
When people see him, they will only be afraid and unspeakably awe.
The two people stood on the two eaves of the Jade Tower for a long time, as if they were two statues.
When did the monk leave?
When was it that the green mountain and the lonely Taoist temple, together with the more isolated jade tower, accompanied by the purple rising smoke, were swallowed up by the sea of clouds.
The wind blew, the clouds dispersed, and the green mountains were still there, but there was no pine tower.
The wind blew, the clouds gathered, and the green mountains were shrouded again, and the leisurely idle monks on the mountain road passed away...
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There are always many battlefields in the world, full of blood and smoke.
In this world, there are always many struggles, and there is no difference between Wang Kou.
If you become a king, you will not be defeated, and the gains and losses will be very good.
(PS: This is a pseudo-infinite stream novel based on immortals. Infinite elements will be added in the second volume. It's not wonderful, you can see it.)