The Qingshui River is a big river, originating from the Suohe Mountains, lying across the east and west, and separating the two states of Lanyue. Every year, half of the goods flowing to the two states of Wanzhou to the Lanyue River are sent down the river. When the Qingshui River flows through Leiyan Mountain, there is a small tributary of Qingyi River. Qingyi River divides a stream of water and flows into the northeast into the Qingyi Ze of Chen State. After the Qingyi River crosses the Leiyan Mountains, there is an unknown small mountain town by the river. On one side of the mountain town is surrounded by Leiyan Mountains, and on the other side is the gentle beach by the Qingyi River. When autumn comes, the snow-white reed flowers rise like flowing clouds because of the wind, and eventually falls on the river and flows to Qingyi Ze with the water. Therefore, this place is also called Liuyunpu, but it has this name for many years.

The town is extremely quiet in winter, and most people are still in their dreams. The woodcutter has returned. He got up early and went to the mountain to cut oak branches to sell them as firewood. The straw raincoat was covered with a thick layer of snow. His feet were frozen and stiff on the small road in the town. The woodcutter took a deep breath. The snow was cold, which made him feel cold. In such weather, everyone was sleeping late, and he had to chop wood to exchange for money, otherwise the food and clothing would not be settled in the day. In the heavy snow, he was only a single person.

The inside was also desolate. Looking back, he was not as good as this only three years ago. At that time, the price of firewood was much higher than that now, and there were some meat and fish on the table from time to time. However, since the princes who left the country led their troops into the Apocalypse, the merchants of the Apocalypse have all fled to Wanzhou. As one of the main waterways of the Apocalypse merchants, the Qingyi River has gradually become deserted, and the ships on the river are becoming increasingly rare. It is rare to see merchants temporarily staying in the town. No matter how good the firewood is cut, no one can buy it, they will not be able to get a high price.

The woodcutter muttered softly, thinking that the next year might be even more bleak, he felt confused.

He suddenly heard a slight sound behind him and turned around in shock. A white horse stood quietly in the wind and snow. The young man in white clothes was as smiling faintly at him. Others were there, but they seemed to be blending with the snow shadow behind him, as pure as dust.

"Fifth Brother." Guo Xiangyi laughed in a low voice.

"Young Master Guo!" The woodcutter was quite surprised, "Young Master has gone to Beijing?"

"The capital city was finally a different place, and I didn't return home early. How are you doing sir?" Guo Xiangyi still smiled faintly. His smile seemed gentle, but there was always a meaning that was hard to see through.

"Okay, I even gave me a load of firewood before going down the mountain."

"Thank you," Guo Xiangyi bent down immediately and handed two gold baht to the woodcutter. Then he stopped talking, and pulled the reins and kicked the white horse away. The woodcutter turned his head and watched the man and horse rush straight through the only street in the town and climbed the mountain along the narrow mountain road. As he gradually climbed up, Guo Xiangyi's white clothes were buried in the snow. In the end, the woodcutter could only see the snow powder rising and falling from the horse's hooves.

The two gold baht in the woodcutter's palm were already hot, and he looked down and looked full of joy. Since this generous young master Guo was back, maybe he would not have to worry about winter. In the memory of the woodcutter Zhao Wu, since Guo Xiangyi came to this town six years ago, he often had a few gold baht from Guo Xiangyi to buy wine. Although Guo Xiangyi was not a rich man, and sometimes made a living by selling articles and words, he could give the last gold baht to the poor who had never met him without hesitation after being drunk.

People. In the past, there were often customers of Tianqi who went on a business trip on the river and settled in a small town by wind and rain. Among them, there were also noble boys from the gentry. However, in front of Guo Xiangyi, a common man, none of these people dared to claim respect, and most of them called Guo Xiangyi as "private son" and called themselves "late school". Two years ago, a wealthy businessman named Yuan from Wanzhou came to visit him and talked with Guo Xiangyi at night in the only tavern in the town. When he left, his face was pale and secretly said that Guo Xiangyi was "not a talent that can be tolerated in the world."

But this Guo Xiangyi has been up early every day to visit an old man living in the middle of the mountain for six years. Most people in the town cannot tell when the old man came here, and no one has seen his true face. He seems to be in that small thatched hut forever, and only a woodcutter like Zhao Wu often goes up the mountain to deliver wood to him in winter, so he heard him say a few words. Zhao Wu once saw Guo Xiangyi sitting under the eaves of the thatched hut and talk to the old man through the bamboo curtain. It was also the severe winter at that time. In the cold wind, the old man would never greet Guo Xiangyi into the house, but Guo Xiangyi did not look afraid of the cold.

Regarding that old man, Guo Xiangyi always called him "Mr." without saying his name. The people in the town had been exploring for a long time, but they never got any news from Guo Xiangyi, which added a mystery to the thatched cottage in the mountains. But after all, it was not a romantic event, but a unique pair of teachers and students, and gradually the people's interest faded.

Ordinary people often neglect some things, and stand quietly by their side without seeing the people who drive history.

The small yard is covered with snow, and the bright colors of a few plum blossoms bloom under the crystal snow, making them thrilling red. There is a distant sound of piano in the snow dance in the sky, and the scent of sandalwood fragrance radiates from behind the bamboo curtain and dissipates with the sound of piano.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and a white horse had already relaxed across the small bridge crossing the mountain stream in front of the house. Guo Xiangyi's snow-covered cloak swept the snow on the wooden railings, and the broken snow fell leisurely on the frozen mountain stream. Guo Xiangyi thought about it and pulled the horse back silently, tied the horse to the railing opposite the bridge, hiked across the small bridge, and opened the wooden door of the yard. There was a straw mat covered with snow in the yard. Guo Xiangyi respectfully knelt on it and leaned over and bowed: "Teacher, student Guo Xiangyi bowed."

"Oh, you'll be back soon?" After a while, an old man's voice came from behind the bamboo curtain, "You've become a master of your karma, so you don't have to come to see me again in the future."

"I dare not disturb the teacher, but there are some changes in Tianqi. I think the teacher will be interested," Guo Xiangyi said, "Sometimes, the emperor led the eunuch and two hundred Yulin troops to attack Li Gong Ying Wuyi. He was killed by the warriors under Ying Wuyi, and was posthumously named Xi. Ying Wuyi and the royal ministers had already supported the brother of the late emperor, King Zhu. When I left Tianqi, the emperor had already ascended the throne."

After a long time in the thatched cottage, there was a low voice: "Oh..."

For a moment, the sound in the thatched cottage sounded much older.

"Twenty years ago, the teacher once said that the imperial princes have their own troops and the royal ministers have formed cliques for personal gain. Sooner or later, the political situation of the Apocalypse will be in chaos," Guo Xiangyi knelt quietly in the snow, silently, "Today I finally verified the teacher's words, but the teacher is unhappy?"

"The late emperor called me the imperial teacher. I can only foresee the demise of the Bai family, but I cannot help the descendants of the Bai family. It is my incompetence," the person in the thatched cottage said hoarsely, "You are coming back this time just to tell me about this, right?"

"Please pass on me with the emperor's way!" Guo Xiangyi suddenly bowed down.

"The way of the emperor?" The person in the cottage suddenly sneered, "It is the most greedy person. When you came to my house and insisted on worshiping me, I could not refuse, so I had to agree to pass on your way of governing the country. Your studies have been completed. With your talent today, even if you have the position of the Three Duke of Tianqi, you can take up your post with mercy. Are you not satisfied and have to learn the way of the emperor that subverts the world?"

"The heaven and earth have been overturned. Now the king has killed his sword to attack the princes. The subordinates refuse to save him when they see him. The North Vietnamese are in chaos and chaos is coming! The Three Duke of Tianqi also dies day by day. There is no place to use martial arts," Guo Xiangyi's eyes are sharp. "The teacher also said back then that the way of governing the country is a skill for governing the world, and the world is already in troubled times. Without the means of turning the world, we will never be governed by chaos!"

"What does it have to do with you when governing the world in troubled times?"

"If I have me in the world, then the turbulent times are all related to students!" Guo Xiangyi raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows were as long as his sword.

After a moment of silence, the person in the cottage smiled bitterly: "What a good Guo Xiangyi. I made an exception to accept you as a student. I am afraid that I would raise a tiger for the world. It is not a disaster for North Vietnam... But with your talent, since you have joined my disciple, I should not have any reservations. But I refused to pass on your military strategy at the beginning. Do you know why?"

"The students don't know."

"The way of the emperor is like the art of slaying dragons. How many people in the world want to learn but cannot learn it, but have no place to use their skills. How many of them have the chance to show off their hands and feet by chance have died because of having the way of the emperor? Your intelligence is only seen in my life, but I have passed on your way of the country, but I do not pass on your way of the emperor. I just don't want to see that one day you will end up worse than mine."

"The end?" Guo Xiangyi raised his head in surprise.

"Although you are my student, you have never seen me, right?" The man in the hut laughed softly and raised the bamboo curtain, "Guo Xiangyi, look at your teacher, think about whether you would like me in the future?"

The old man with a haggard face sat at the door, his snow-white long scattered. He pulled open his gray long clothes, and his legs below his knees shrank so that a layer of skin wrapped around his leg bones. The old man still had no kneecaps. One of his eyes was completely black and white, and the only right eye was staring at Guo Xiangyi, and his eyes were no longer as sharp as before.

"Teacher..." Guo Xiangyi did not expect that the hero who was famous in Kyushu had fallen into this situation.

"Forty years ago, Emperor Feng Yan and I met Bi Zhi of the Chun Kingdom. At that time, he was only one of the fourteen royal princes, and I had no reputation... I didn't expect that the romanticism of that day would fall on both of us." The old man looked up and sighed. When the wind came, the snowflakes under the eaves suddenly drifted, and his pupils added to his confusion.

Guo Xiangyi looked solemn, got up and took a step back, pressed the snow with his palms, and fell into the snow for a long week.

During the 1,300th year of the Yin Dynasty, more than 70 emperors were named after their posthumous titles. For example, after Bai Luyan's death, the posthumous title was "Xi", and historians wrote "Xi Di Ji". When later generations mentioned Bai Luyan, they would avoid his name and only named his posthumous titles. However, the only two exceptions were Bai Yin, the founding emperor of Rose, Bai Qingyu, and the Fengyan Emperor, thirty years ago. "Rose" and "Feng Yan" were the names of these two emperors. Bai Yin used the Rose Battle Flag as the commanding flag to traverse the four states of North Vietnam.

Bai Qingyu gathered the heavy troops of the princes and formed the strongest royal corps in the history of the Yin Dynasty, "Feng Yan Iron Brigade", and the barbarians in Beiliuo twice, intending to unify the nine provinces. Because Bai Qingyu's military achievements shook ancient and modern times, and were comparable to Bai Yin, the novel about him was circulated in all directions of North Vietnam, and everyone knew that "Emperor Feng Yan" was a great hero. In the end, the ministers of the royal family had to obey the customs of the people and no longer called Bai Qingyu "Emperor Yinwu", but instead called "Emperor Feng Yan".

Looking back at that period of history, Bai Qingyu's concubine was discriminated against by all her brothers and had no hope of being on the throne. Later, in the fierce battle to seize the inheritance, he emerged from nowhere, swept away all the forces and ascended the throne. Finally, he went to the expedition to North 6 and roared at the Seven Seas. Not only his own power. Guo Xiangyi also vaguely knew that there was a close connection between his teacher and Emperor Feng Yan, but the teacher was always secretive about this section, and Guo Xiangyi was not convenient to ask more questions. Today, the teacher finally touched this past, which means that the teacher would reveal his lifelong experience without hiding. When the teacher and students were calmly facing each other, Guo Xiangyi was shocked and could not help but stand up to worship him with great courtesy.

"I know you are arrogant and arrogant. When I was young, wasn't that the same?" The old man sighed softly, "The ninth prince had no ambition to become emperor, nor was there any possibility of ascension. I relied on my youthful aura to persuade him to rise against his fate and finally seized the throne. The late emperor was moved by our original affection and selected me from a civilian to the emperor's army, generalizing the military affairs of the North Vietnam, and taking over the Shishimashiro of the Yulin Tianjun. In fact, he was a commoner and a senior official of the royal family."

"In order to establish a reputation for being passed down from generation to generation, I persuaded the late emperor to launch an army to conquer the barbarians twice, with the intention of unifying the world and establishing an empire that has never existed in ancient times. Two times, I personally ran ahead, planned and used all my life to learn, and hoped that Yixue would be ashamed as a boy. But twice, I only ruined my great man from North Vietnam." The old man looked down at Guo Xiangyi, with sorrow in his eyes.

"Before the last time, 70,000 children from Zhongzhou were corpses in the Xuehao River south of Shuofang. The late emperor and I climbed the earth wall in the middle of the night to look out. The sky and the earth were covered with cold snow, and the eagles were roaring in the air. For the ideals of both of us, much blood would be thrown into the wilderness far away from our hometown? The late emperor hugged the ground and cried bitterly, and my heart was ashamed of death."

Guo Xiangyi was shocked and looked up slightly to look at the teacher, but what he saw was the teacher's desolate smile. Guo Xiangyi hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to say more.

"You know that the late emperor brought back countless famous horses and treasures from Northern 6, but you don't know how many blood and tears he hid in the historian's writing. The ancient military achievements and piled up like mountains of corpses are not much different," said the old man shook his head, as if he had fallen into long-term contemplation again.

"Teacher, then your legs..." Guo Xiangyi asked in a low voice.

"My legs are insignificant," said the old man lightly. "After returning from North 6, most of the famous royal generals died in battle. As a scholar, I had no family background, but I was always in charge of the imperial civil and military affairs, which attracted everyone's anger. When the late emperor was seriously ill, I was in a trance and fell into the trap of the enemy in the court, and was seized from military power. My knee bone was cut off in the Iron Prison of the Tianqi City. They forged the late emperor's edict and wanted to kill me outside the Tianqi City. But I was suspicious and had a habit of leaving a way out. So I bought two great assassins very early and kept lying in the Tianqi City. They saved my life at the critical moment and returned here."

The old man waved his sleeves to the surroundings: "The mountain is still this mountain, and the snow is still this snow, but on the blue peak, the old friends are gone."

One of the teachers and students looked out in distant grief, and the other knelt on the ground, saying no words for a long time. In the silence, snow fell on the roof of the thatched hut, and the thick layer of snow could no longer support it, rubbing against the thatched hut, and a piece of snow covered Guo Xiangyi's dark long. Guo Xiangyi was still kneeling there, and the old man sighed softly.

"Xiangyi, when I said this, would you never retreat?"

Guo Xiangyi stood up long, shook the snow on his body, and looked at the old man silently. His eyes were extremely clear and quiet, but they were unfathomable, with more coldness than the snowflakes all over the sky. The old man looked at him for a moment and lowered his eyes. Guo Xiangyi lifted up his white robe, fell to the ground again, stood up and went further, went to the steps, and knelt down deeply. This was the etiquette of apprenticeship and the most serious gift between teachers and students.

"I received your gift when you worshipped me as your teacher," the old man whispered, "but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to receive your gift."

"Please teach me the technique of slaying dragons!"

"I have told you that the great world is not the wisdom of one person, nor the power of one person can reverse it. I am not unwilling to teach you the technique of slaying dragons, but I am afraid that I will cherish your talent, but in the end I will make you have no way back like me. Why do people have to bear all things in the world on their shoulders? Even if you are not afraid of harming others, aren't you afraid of harming yourself?"

"I haven't tried it, and the students will never give up easily."

A look of care suddenly surged in the old man's eyes.

"Okay. You meet me, it's your fate, and I meet you, it's my fate. Perhaps the dragon-slaying technique is unwilling to be buried. In the dark, we all rely on the star destiny! With your talent, it is better than when I was a teenager. Looking back on me, there is no reason to retreat," the old man slapped the wooden door with his thin palm, "You are my student! You are my student!"

"The deep mountains and rivers are really dragons and snakes. You cannot accommodate mere well water." The old man smiled strangely and lowered his voice in Guo Xiangyi's ear, "But if you have the heart of a foreign race and plotted against my King of North Vietnam, don't think that there is no hero in North Vietnam that can control you!"

"So the teacher knew my origin for a long time," Guo Xiangyi's face was pale, and a wry smile appeared on his lips, "I think I'm smart."

"I can't even pursue your origin, but if you want to learn the art of slaying dragons, you must keep my promises!" The old man stared at Guo Xiangyi with one eye, his eyes turned like an eagle.

"Please tell me, teacher." Guo Xiangyi put out his clothes and bowed to the old man.

The old man nodded slightly, leaned down and leaned against Guo Xiangyi's ear, and whispered something. A gust of wind swept the snowflakes into the eaves, and those whispers were also swallowed by the wind. Guo Xiangyi looked up at the old man, and the old man gently stroked the top of his head.

Guo Xiangyi bowed again and the old man smiled slightly.

"Fifth Brother, come and see!" In the wine shop in the town, Lu Yan, who was fishing, suddenly shouted next to the window.

Zhao Wu took Guo Xiangyi's two gold bahts, and no longer thought about collecting firewood. He lazily hurried in the wine shop and drank hot wine with a few poor brothers. At this time, he heard Lu Yan calling him and ran over drunk.

"Look at the snow halfway up the mountain," Lu Yan pointed at the hillside, "I've never seen such snow."

When Zhao Wu stared at him, he realized that it was a thin whirlwind wrapped in countless snowflakes. From a distance, it looked like a snow roll hundreds of feet long, as if a living spirit was moving in the air.

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