A black robe looks so eye-catching in the vast white snowy sky.
The young man had an ordinary wind horse on his crotch, and a dull long sword tied to his back. His long black hair was draped messily on his shoulders, and the cold wind blew by, rolling up the long hair.
He holds the reins in his left hand and a white porcelain pot in his right hand. The strong aroma of wine emerges from the top of the porcelain pot.
With a slightly pale face and slightly raised eyes, the young man raised his head and looked at the huge city gate emerging in front of him.
Snowflakes fell all over the young man's body. The cold wind swept over and blew away the snowflakes. He raised his right hand slightly, and the wine flowed up and down into the young man's mouth like a waterfall. The wine was stained on the young man's clothes. However, the young man had no idea that the young man was beaten.
The wine burp narrowed his eyes and suddenly looked up to the sky with a long smile. This laughter attracted passers-by to look sideways and cast strange looks.
Facing the strange look in the passerby's eyes, the young man continued to smile as if he hadn't seen it: "A man should kill, and kill without mercy. The immortal deeds are all in killing. In the past, there was an alliance of assassins, and the loyalty was so strong... Jun
See you, the brave man died in the Battle of the Tower, China will praise benevolence and righteousness from now on..." The long laughter spread around like thunder, and the figure on the vast land looked so lonely.
The ticking sound of horse hooves came from a distance. The sound of the horse's hooves drowned out the roar of the cold wind. Three figures emerged from behind the young man.
Dressed in white like snow, the leader was a woman. Her eyes were like water, her delicate face was as cold as ice, and her body lines were hot and charming, causing some young people to swallow their saliva. The woman was fascinated by the hot people around her.
His eyes were indifferent, like a cold plum blossom proud of the snow, standing in the quiet valley.
Next to this woman were two tall and tall young men, with a hint of arrogance between their brows.
When the pedestrians' eyes fell on the chests of the three people, their expressions changed, and their eyes moved away unnaturally.
The three people were wearing a badge on their chests, and the engraving on the badge was a rising sun. However, those who are familiar with the badge will know what it represents! A student of the Jade Emperor Academy.
The young man raised the wine bottle and took a sip. The wine was stained all over his clothes. His eyes swept over the three people and finally landed on the leading woman. A smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth.
People who once thought they were just passers-by may inadvertently pass by your world again. This is illogical. Some people attribute it to fate, and some people attribute it to enemies on the same road.
Seeing the young man staring at the goddess in his mind, the two young men snorted coldly almost at the same time, and glanced at the young man with sharp eyes.
The young man turned a blind eye to the sharp gazes of the two men. However, the Fengma sitting down seemed to be frightened. He raised his hoofs forward and looked up to the sky, neighing. The young man on the horse almost fell off the horse, and with his right hand
The wine bottle fell over, and the wine spilled all over the young man's body. However, when the wine bottle was about to hit the ground, the young man's right foot seemed to kick forward unintentionally. This kick hit the wine bottle perfectly, and the wine bottle was thrown up.
, the young man also grabbed the wine jug perfectly. Looking at the empty wine jug and the wine on the floor, a look of sadness appeared on the young man's face.
Patting the wind horse's back with his left hand, the young man murmured softly: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! It's okay!"
Feng Ma, who was originally frightened, became calm and paced back and forth. Seeing this, the woman named the leader couldn't help but have something strange in her eyes. She turned away and faced the two young people beside her and said: "Ruoyun, Yang
Don't cause trouble!" After saying that, the woman named the leader still glanced at the young man lightly, and immediately galloped towards the distant city gate, splashing snow and mud wherever she passed.
Hearing this, the two young men looked at each other innocently, and at the same time they pulled the reins and chased the woman. When they passed by the young man, two cold snorts resounded in the young man's ears: "
Some people cannot be seen by you, because they are as dazzling as the stars in the sky, while the toad can only squat in the well, even if it is not qualified to look up!"
After saying that, the two young men chuckled. In their opinion, there was no difference between this young scholar with no cultivation and the beggar begging on the roadside.
The cold wind blew by, snow and mud splashed everywhere, and the figures of the three people gradually disappeared at the magnificent city gate. The cold wind blew, and sparse voices rang in my ears: "Leng Xuan, what do you mean by Han Ning?"
Can I break through?"
He threw the jug on the ground casually. Although the jug was valuable, the young man took out a jug from his arms again. He raised the jug and took a sip, and still walked towards the city gate calmly.
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"Since ancient times, benevolence only harms people, and morality has never been true! Don't you see, the liger has gained a reputation as its prey, but who can pity the poor elk? The strong has always eaten the weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain. Don't ask, men have their own behavior.
"The aroma of wine overflowed. The young man pulled out the dull long sword behind his back, held the sword in his left hand, and swung the sword forward casually several times. The sword movements were chaotic. Even the businessmen could see that this frail scholar was not a swordsman.
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The ticking sound of horse hooves sounded again from behind, and three more figures of galloping horses emerged, with snow and mud splashing everywhere they passed.
The cold wind blew against my face, and a fragrance like the fragrance of gardenia hit me. The young man held the reins and continued to move forward unhurriedly.
"Sister Qian, this scholar is so strange. He doesn't sing songs or poems!" A burst of laughter suddenly sounded from behind the young man. The laughter was as pleasant as the tinkling sound of spring water hitting rocks.
The one who spoke was a woman, wearing a blue palace dress, her pink face was as cute as if it were carved out of stone, and her beautiful eyes were like water falling on the young man.
The person who was called Sister Qian was an older young woman with hands like catkins, skin like gelatin, and eyebrows that looked like they were frowning but not frowning. Her pale face gave this woman a hint of weakness out of thin air.
feeling.
The one on the far right is a young man with an ordinary appearance. There is a little blood on his military robe. Not only is this young man stained with blood, but the other two women also have blood stains on them.
Obviously, these three people had gone through a bloody battle. What surprised everyone was that these three people were also students of Jade Emperor Academy, and the badges hanging on their chests were so eye-catching.
"Scholar, what poem did you sing just now? You haven't heard anything before?" The woman who just spoke stared at the young man with her beautiful eyes and said in an extremely soft tone.
In response to this, the young man couldn't help but pull the reins, turned around slowly, and looked at the three people covered in blood in front of him, with a smile on his lips.
"What is fate, I can't say, I can't tell!" The young man raised the wine bottle and took a sip into his mouth. He chuckled, and the wine was still stained on her clothes.
"Mei Rou, Sister Qian, we'd better rush back to the college. There's not much time left before the year-end assessment. If we don't go back to take the exam, I'm afraid we'll have to make up the exam!" The young man who had been silent said to the two women.
Seeing that the young man was staring at her, a trace of crimson appeared on the faces of the two women. The woman who spoke just now couldn't help but look away and whispered: "You are not ashamed of the scholar!"
In response, the young man smiled faintly, his face remained the same, he did not feel embarrassed at all, and his eyes still fell on the two women.
However, this move aroused the displeasure of the young man. The young man pulled the reins, stepped off the vigorous wind horse and walked out. His sharp eyes also shot towards the young man. The cold wind blew, and the smell of blood came.
The young man rushed towards him, and Feng Ma felt the smell of blood around him. His body kept trembling and he stepped back. The young man patted Feng Ma's head gently and murmured: "Don't be afraid!"
The woman who was called Sister Qian glanced at the young man thoughtfully, and then said to her two companions: "Time is running out, let's go back to the academy!"
After saying that, the woman rode her horse towards the city gate. The young man snorted coldly, and at the same time slapped the horse's back and followed the woman. The woman who made the first noise wiped her lips with a smile and said softly:
"Scholars and emperors are in danger, go home quickly!" The ringing laughter still rang in the ears, and the woman also galloped towards the city gate, splashing snow and slush wherever she passed.
In response to this, the young man smiled softly and rode his horse towards the city gate calmly as before. The jug was still in his mouth and the wine was stained on his clothes.
A few moments later, the majestic city gate also appeared in the young man's eyes. Countless soldiers wearing luminous armor were walking back and forth on the city gate, and they all exuded an extremely powerful aura.
The city gate is hundreds of meters wide, and the lively streets extend straight into it. Standing at the city gate, you can still hear the lively cries in the city.
The entire city gate is blue-gray, obviously made of the toughest blue-gray stone. In the center of the city gate is a magnificent plaque. The plaque is golden yellow and has two ancient characters carved on it: Imperial Capital.
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The imperial capital is the core of the Huangfeng Kingdom. Over the past thousands of years, how many literati and poets have left here their literary style and verses that have been passed down through the ages, and how many legendary warriors have left here their immortal myths.
Standing at the city gate, the young man not only felt the breath of the thousand-year-old cultural heritage, but also felt the breath of the warriors who fought hard.
Countless noises came towards the young man like a tide, and the young man listened quietly:
"Tsk tsk, I heard that the city where the Ye family is located has been attacked again. tsk tsk, how many times has this happened this month?"
"The fifth time! Tsk, tsk, I just escaped from there, good guy! The city over there was destroyed in a terrible way. I won't go there even if I beat you to death. If you are not careful, you will leave your life there!"
"What? Those attackers are here again?"
"That's right! They are still destroying the city. Unfortunately, the Ye family's little defense is not enough to defend it. I heard that the fighting is going on over there?"
Whispers could be heard endlessly. The young man held the reins, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the wine bottle was in his arms, and the falling snowflakes were held in his right hand. The young man murmured softly: "It's time to pay off the debt!"
Before the sound could reach the ground, the young man suddenly slapped the wind horse. The wind horse made a neighing sound and shot forward like a bolt of lightning, rolling up the snow and slush all over the ground.
It provoked a burst of curses from passers-by, and the cold wind blew, carrying the young man's long laughter: If you are born as a man, you will kill someone, and if you don't teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart, a man will never care about his body, and will laugh at his enemies even if they die. Men, don't tremble.
, there is a song for you to listen to: Killing one is a sin, slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Killing nine million is a hero among heroes...