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A slightly hunched figure slowly walked out of the underground palace in the center of Shenjing City. Along the way, he gently greeted the people of Shenjing City who walked out of the underground palace beside him, and then raised his hand and touched him. The little girl with a braided head, smiled, and then stepped into a carriage parked at the entrance of the underground palace.

The curtain of the carriage was lowered, and then driving forward in the snow, there was a soft inquiry from the attendants in front of the carriage:

"My lord, where are we going?"

"Since the grand ceremony is over, there is no need to go to the White Emperor's Palace, let's go back to the residence."

"As ordered!"

Then the carriage turned around and gradually disappeared under the heavy snow.

A moment later, the curtain of the carriage was gently pushed open a thin slit by a hand, revealing a pair of extremely deep eyes from inside the carriage, looking at the snow-covered scenery on both sides, with complex expressions, and softly whispering in a voice that only he could hear road:

"The white flag is erected on the king's city. I didn't know that before I was born, millions of people were disarmed, and none of them was a man."

Chapter 0189 New Era

The biggest difference between human beings and Tao is that human beings have feelings, while Tao is ruthless.

Even if a man killed a god, and the avenues were full of music and music, the passage of time did not slow down at all.

Night, as promised, snow, still does not stop.

Baidi Palace, Lingbo Hall, as usual, warm as spring, and thousands of lights around the entire outer hall were lit, just like daytime.

Under the flickering lights, there are grandma and grandson. The old queen did not rest on the recliner covered with a silk quilt early as before, but paced in the hall with her hands behind her back, watching the slowly burning fire in front of her. candlelight.

Zhao Yu was by the old man's side, still wearing the sky-reaching crown on his head, and between the eyebrows under the twelve heads of the cicada pattern, there were three bright red cinnabar blood, which just formed a flower shape, like a kitten Stretched out a small paw, and lightly stamped on the forehead.

"Yu'er, now that you have reached the crown, according to the laws of Great Xia, you are an adult, do you feel any difference?"

The old queen stopped before a red candle, and a faint voice sounded.

Zhao Yu was slightly taken aback, and then responded: "The rest is not different, but I feel that the burden on my shoulders is heavier, and there is the bitter tea house where my grandson lived a few days ago, I am afraid I will not be able to go back .”

"The reason why the crowns are so important for our boys in Daxia is because they will grow up overnight, and growing up means loss and sacrifice."

The old lady turned around, looked kindly at the grandson in front of her who she didn't know how deep she was, smiled kindly, and continued to say:

"Your grandfather Jiguan is about the same age as you. He and your master got the crown together. The two of them secretly competed for a long time for the prey that Jiguan hunted. At that time, they thought it was quite interesting, but the second day after the crown, He left Whale Island for 20 years. For these 20 years, I would stand on the pier of the island every day, watching the sun rise from the sky, waiting for him until the whole family moved him. He didn't come, I waited for him for 20 years."

The old queen's eyes were full of reminiscence, Zhao Yu's heart was tugged fiercely, as if a shadow of the most beautiful woman in the world appeared in his mind, accompanied by the rising sun every day, he looked up into the distance, bewildered waiting.

Then the old man in front of Zhao Yu suddenly smiled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and there was a hint of sweetness in his voice.

"But what should come will always come. I finally waited for him. At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, he led the way with the fourth army leading the way. Millions of troops stretched for eight hundred miles to marry me. He said he wanted to build a big army. Xia’s No. [-] Xiongcheng let me live, so grandma and I were the first to step into this divine capital.”

"Grandpa, what kind of person is he?" Zhao Yu's inquiry sounded in the spacious hall.

"He is a person who makes people willing to wait for him. After your grandfather disappeared, I have been waiting for him for nearly 40 years, grandma. Counting the time before, I have been waiting for him for half my life, grandma."

"I don't think it's good for him to do that. I don't like that." The boy's voice was still so steady, but there was a trace of disapproval.

"The taste of waiting is really bad, so Yu'er, you have to make sure that others don't wait."

The old queen raised her hand and touched Zhao Yu's cheek. Perhaps she was really tired. With Zhao Yu's support, she sat back on the reclining chair and leaned back gently. A middle-aged maid brought silk cotton, Added Xuantian charcoal, and then retreated silently.

Zhao Yu covered the old lady with a quilt, and then sat around her. The old lady held his hand, with serious eyes, and said softly:

"But Yu'er, you have to understand that when you wear this crown, it means that you are different from others. Everything is no longer your own business, but the whole world's business, so you must be an emperor It's not easy, the higher you are, the more things you can't help yourself. I don't blame your grandpa. He said before he left that the human race never lacks a king, but there is no emperor. He needs a greater one. The king only needs to do it for him. Fight for the country, and the emperor, shed the last drop of blood for the human race."

Zhao Yu didn't say another word, and the entire Lingbo Hall fell into silence, only the candlelight shone on the old and the young, and there was only a handsome face in the world. After a long time, the old queen's indiscernible voice sounded:

"Would you blame grandma?"

Zhao Yu heard it, so he shook his head lightly, and responded:

"In the end, it's my own choice, and it has nothing to do with grandma."

"That's fine."

The old queen replied softly, then closed her eyes slightly, opened and closed her lips, and made a steady sound.

Zhao Yu sat quietly beside the old man in silence, after half a stick of incense, got up and left, walked outside the hall, let the maid put the dark golden phoenix dance cloak behind her, pushed open the hall door, and walked into the snowflakes.

He actually wanted to ask the old lady a question, but he hesitated to speak, and finally put it back in his heart.

On the snow field at the gate of the palace, there were already rows of maids and eunuchs waiting on their knees, and there were teams of soldiers waiting in line in the distance, and Zhao Yu, who was crowned with the Heavenly Crown, was the true figure of the entire White Emperor Palace. the master.

A majestic and luxurious carriage was parked in the snow, pulled by the heroic Longxiang Ma Xiaohuang, who was dressed in golden scales and had two horns on his head. Beside the carriage stood a tall and tall figure with a bald head and an umbrella .

Liang Po walked up to Zhao Yu's side, raised his umbrella to support the top of the latter's head, covering the feathers all over the sky, and then asked, his voice was mellow and magnetic.

"Your Highness, shall we go back to the Summer Palace to rest?"

"No, leave the Xuanwu Gate and go to the wasteland two hundred miles away."

Zhao Yu got into the carriage, Xiao Huang neighed, and drove towards the outside of Baidi Palace.

At this time, all the gates of Shenjing City have been pulled up, and they are not allowed to enter and exit again, but this is not enough for Zhao Yu, because he is already the Lord of the entire Great Xia.

Half an hour after Zhao Yu left, the old lady opened her eyes from the reclining chair, half propped herself up, and said lightly to the front:

"Come here, prepare the carriage, I'm going to Feishuang Palace."

At the same time, in a very simple small courtyard near the central part of Shenjing City, a figure was wearing a simple coat, standing hunched under the eaves, looking at an old locust tree wrapped in silver in front of him, looking at it from time to time. Cough a few times.

"You are paving the way for the next generation, and so am I, including that Yu Kong, who is also changing the way of life for the next generation, so let's see, in this new era that has just opened, who can control the ups and downs, and Mr. Xiuyu Ma'am, you are in the light, I am in the dark, how long do you have to live, and I am much younger than you."

A middle-aged female voice from the inner room interrupted the thinking of the figure.

"Msanggong, go back to the inner room, it is expected to be very busy tomorrow, it is better to rest earlier."

The figure nodded, turned around and opened the door and walked back into the house. The falling snowflakes in the courtyard reflected a head of slightly gray hair scattered behind him.

Chapter 0190 can we meet again

The current Great Xia Dynasty is prosperous and the people are safe. After more than ten years of accumulation and dormancy, and after the birth of Master Taoism, the blowout spring of monks is much more enlightened and prosperous than the late Ying Dynasty.

Prosperity represents confidence, so the Xiaojin time in Shenjing City is also very late, and ordinary people are not allowed to go to the streets until the time of Haishi.

However, it is worth mentioning that the night life of the people in Daxia is extremely boring. Apart from monks practicing meditation, ordinary people generally go to bed early to rest, not to mention the heavy snow tonight, freezing cold to the bone, so just after the sun sets, the entire city of Shenjing It completely returned to calm, and there was no one on the broad street.

But tonight there were two teams leaving the city in the snow, and it was a very coincidental coincidence that all of them left the city from Xuanwu Gate.

Almost at the same time that Zhao Yu left the White Emperor Palace, the Taihang Palace in Shenjing City was responsible for receiving foreign guests. The wide and majestic palace gates opened to both sides under the wind and snow, and a white carriage slowly drove out. The unicorn is heroic and extraordinary. In the dark night, the whole body emits a misty white light, like four huge animal-shaped night pearls, illuminating the road ahead.

Behind the carriage is an extremely long team, all of them are quite young, each wearing a beast coat, burly and powerful, but the faces of the snowmen youths from the extreme northern snowfield are not as bad as they were when they first arrived. He was so unruly and unassuming, but he seemed very dull, bowed his head and said nothing, extremely quiet.

After seeing His Highness the Emperor Taisun's five swords to fix the world with their own eyes, they felt nothing but awe in their hearts.

Using only five swords, killing the gods and establishing the emperor's throne, the entire history of the human race is unique throughout the ages.

On the snow-white carriage, the driver was still the girl in white. The white fox fur made her skin more translucent and crystal clear, but there was an imperceptible trace of reluctance in her eyes, and she asked softly:

"Master, why don't we wait until dawn tomorrow before leaving the city."

The voice of the female saint of the snow field coming out of the carriage is still as ethereal as the orchid in the empty valley, and it is also as dusty as the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountain.

"In our extreme northern snowfield, nights last for three years, so the dark night is more comfortable for us, and this flying snow all over the sky is the existence that accompanies us day and night. Remember the snow and smoke, not all darkness requires bright."

"The apprentice knows."

The snowman girl Xueyan responded in a low voice, but found that on the snow in front of the carriage, under the shimmering light of the unicorn, there was a figure kneeling faintly, and the snow had almost completely covered that figure. Like a snowman, you can't see clearly.

The entire snowman team stopped, and the carriage slowly drove up to the figure. The girl Xueyan looked down and asked softly:

"Who prevents the saint from traveling, and what is it?"

The figure kneeling in front of him suddenly moved, and the snow burst open in an instant, revealing a very young face, especially those eyes, the pupils of which expanded and contracted rhythmically, as if a person was breathing. There are also golden and mysterious lines inside the pupils. If you carefully identify it, you will find that it is a Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern, deep and mysterious.

The young man bowed down to the carriage, and a deep voice came out from below:

"Li Dingshan is here to worship the sage as his teacher."

The girl Xueyan didn't speak any more, only the sound of wind and snow remained between the sky and the earth. After a long time, a female voice came from inside the carriage:

"Why?"

"Awakening a super first-grade Taoist soul before I reach the age of the crown, I can hear all things and discern people's hearts."

"I recognize you, you are the accompanying boy who rejected my little girl, so why?"

"I want to become stronger so that I can catch up with her." The waiter did not get up, but continued to bow to the ground.

"Since you can listen to people's hearts, then you should understand that the most difficult thing in this world to stand the test is the human heart, and the most complicated and difficult to understand is also the human heart. Can you, who know other people's hearts, hear your own heart?"

"No, so learn."

The female saint of Xueyuan fell into silence, as if she was thinking, and then a faint voice rang in the ears of the waiter.

"There is karma in you. I didn't want to be contaminated, but I will give you a chance. Within half a year, I will take you as my disciple if you walk from Shenjing City to Liuli City in the extreme northern snowfield within half a year."

"Li Dingshan thanked the saint!"

The shop waiter bowed to the carriage again, got up and left without delay, his figure was submerged in the wind and snow in the blink of an eye.

"Master?" The girl outside the carriage asked subconsciously.

"Do you want to say, since the young phoenix of the Zhao family will surely become the second emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty in the near future, why is our Liuli City still contaminated with karma related to him?"

The voice of the Xueyuan female saint did not show any anger, as if she was saying something that should be said, while the girl Xueyan lowered her head and responded softly:

"The disciple dare not."

But the female saint's reaction was beyond the girl's expectation, because a voice that was both ethereal and majestic came into her ears.

"Because if possible, I also want to change my way of life like Emperor Kong."

The team from the extreme northern snowfield continued to move forward. After a quarter of an hour, the Xuanwu Avenue appeared in front of them. Stepping on this road would lead directly to the Xuanwu Gate and out of the city. Because there are usually a large number of expeditionary soldiers entering and leaving the Xuanwu Gate, the Xuanwu Avenue is a sacred place. One of the most spacious roads in the capital.

As the snow-white carriage approached Xuanwu Avenue, unconsciously, ghostly figures appeared one after another on the roofs and shadows around the team, wearing the robes of Si Tianjian monks and masks, the number of people increased as they moved forward. The denser it is, you can even hear the clash of armors of countless sergeants lined up.

The snow-white carriage stopped again, because a fluttering figure in a blue shirt blocked the front, before the Xuanwu Avenue, the blue saber aura on his body slightly radiated, cutting off the fluttering snowflakes above, and a steady voice came out.

"His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson leaves the Xuanwu Gate to the north, and the female saint of Xueyuan will wait for a while."

"It's okay." A faint voice sounded from inside the carriage.

After half a stick of incense, a huge dark golden carriage, under heavy guards, drove into the Xuanwu Avenue from the night. The speed was not fast, but steady, and a huge Feng Ao Nine Heavens Flag fluttered on it exuding endless imperial prestige. Even those thousands of snowflakes all backed away, not daring to get close.

Longxiang Ma Xiaohuang slowly pulled the carriage and passed in front of the saint's car. The bald Liang Po driving the carriage seemed to feel something, and when he looked sideways, he happened to see a pair of complex and hard-to-understand bright eyes of a young girl who was reluctant to let go. The girl's flamboyant, exotic face.

Snowman girl Xueyan looked at Liang Po, opened her mouth and silently said a word.

The two carriages passed by in an instant, Liang Po turned his head sideways, he didn't like to talk, but he understood what the girl said to express.

"Can we meet again?"

Chapter 0191

The wilderness north of Shenjing City in Bainei is already inaccessible. Except for the monks and the army going to Endless Mountain, almost no ordinary people are willing to go there.

One is because it is full of broken walls and frozen soil, and there is nothing attractive for people to go to.

The second is that there are many ghost legends in Shenjing City. It is said that when the foreign race besieged the city, almost all the satellite cities on the periphery were slaughtered, and countless ghosts wandered in the wasteland, so most people kept their distance from it.

The wilderness at night, where the heavy snow rolled down, looked like a horrible ghost with its huge mouth open to eat people. In the mouth of the ghost, there seemed to be countless ghosts wandering, emitting a palpitating whistling sound.

But within the wind and snow, there is a murderous spirit, and there is also the iron-blooded masculinity of the ghost Piyi.

The qi and blood soaring into the sky, like blood-colored wolf smoke, formed a huge blood-colored sun in the sky. With the sound of armor colliding, it blew away the blizzard and illuminated the surrounding area.

Two hundred miles away in the northern wilderness, the blizzard that has accumulated for half a day has completely covered the ruins caused by the battle and turned them into a vast expanse of white again. The damage caused by the monk's battle cannot erase the extreme grief in the hearts of the survivors.

There is a tombstone inside Baixue. The tombstone has no words, and it was cut into a square shape with the force of cultivation. It is as calm and calm as Lin Lang, the Great Marshal of the Great Xia Endless Mountain.

In front of the tombstone were two figures kneeling, their heads turned white under the blizzard.

Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhen Yuhou's mansion, the little murderer Lin Xiao, his originally heroic eyes were full of gloom and despair, his head was kneeling before the tombstone, and the red clothes under the snow were also in just half a day. It became like the dark red after blood coagulation.

Beside him, there is a young girl kneeling. Her green jacket has been wet by snow, including the three thousand black hairs on her head. The snow has melted into water, flowing from the girl's hair down her delicate face. , dripping on the ground.

"You don't have to accompany me like this, you go."

The voice of the little killer Lin Xiao was extremely hoarse. Since the Second Young Master disappeared, he had barely taken a drop of water.

Qing Niantong, a girl in Tsing Yi, didn't speak, but shook her head stubbornly, and the snow between her hair was scattered all around.

"The sentence you often said is wrong. No matter how the world changes, the sun above the head will rise normally. It does not mean that miracles will always appear, but the ruthlessness of the avenue. I did not wait for a miracle, but an abyss of despair. Father fought Death, the life and death of my younger brother is unknown, in just one day, my Lin family will be completely disbanded."

Lin Xiao's head drooped down again, and the fire of the whole soul began to gradually dim. The eyes of the girl in Tsing Yi were full of anxiety, tears kept streaming down, she kept shaking her head, and murmured incessantly: