Eight hundred and fifty-ninth chapter Master Xiao's sword
Chapter 850 Master Xiao’s Sword
The winter snow is clearing at night, and the afterglow dyes the sky red, and also dyes the falling snowflakes red.
The afterglow of the setting sun in the southern country shrouds this thousand-year-old city, the imperial capital, which once served as the center of power of the Huangfeng Kingdom, but has now gradually declined.
Countless aristocratic families and business associations have moved to the new imperial capital, Luoxia City. Now the former imperial capital looks a bit depressed, like an old man in his twilight years.
After the bustling, it becomes deserted, with sparse figures wandering on the streets.
As a once prosperous imperial capital, it is not only an economic center, but also a center of cultural exchanges.
The setting sun is setting in the west, and the night is approaching quietly, the sky and the earth are in vain. In the roaring wind and snow, several dancing lights are swaying in the wind.
The cold wind roared hoarsely, but the tinkling sounds of wooden fish being struck were heard 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 floats inside.
The sound of reciting scriptures was mixed in, and the ancient temple bathed in the afterglow seemed particularly peaceful. It was far away from disputes and killings.
Outside the ancient temple, children wearing thick cotton-padded coats were playing in the wind and snow, making snowmen and having snowball fights. These are all children's fun.
Due to the cold weather, the faces of these children were all a little red.
The peaceful ancient temples, playful children, dilapidated streets, and sparse crowds all form a natural picture.
Ding, ding, ding, ding! A crisp wind chime swayed in the wind. Hearing the sound of the wind chime, the playful children spread their arms and looked at the figure walking out of the dilapidated street with burning eyes.
—A dilapidated stall, a dilapidated wind chime, and a plump figure emerging from the wind and snow.
White air floated above the stall, and an alluring fragrance filled the air. The playful children suddenly ran away, surrounded the slightly plump figure, and shouted: "Fat brother, I want a roast."
Sweet potatoes!”
The people surrounded by these children looked at these naughty children helplessly, but they did not reject these naughty children. They opened the cloth and handed the roasted sweet potatoes to the children's hands.
White steam was rising, and these children stood on the spot and started to eat the sweet potatoes. The hot sweet potatoes had a unique flavor when eaten in the wind and snow.
The young man known as Fat Brother stood aside, with a simple and honest smile on his face, looking at these children peacefully.
The desolate stall holders, playful children, peaceful ancient temples, and dilapidated streets make this scene even more beautiful when re-rolled.
I don’t know when, there were some children playing in front of the ancient temple, and there was a poor stall keeper.
Those children begged for sweet potatoes from the vendor, but the vendor never refused. Every time, he watched the children playing with a smile.
Ding ding! The wind stirred the wind chimes, and the tinkling sound floated in the wind and snow. Gradually, the sound of the wind chimes and the sound of the wooden fish merged together to form the sound of heaven and earth, regardless of each other.
The white steam was rising and dissipated in the evening breeze. These children did not leave after finishing the sweet potatoes in their hands. Instead, they sat on the snow and looked expectantly at the fat man setting up the stall.
Whenever the sun sets in the west, this young man will tell some mysterious and attractive stories. It is a story about the moon god, a story that has become a legend.
The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, but it was this hoarse voice that told the story that these children were immersed in. For children, these attractive things were stories, but for people of that era, they were
Story?
"The Moon God guards the continent we live on. Many guardians follow the Moon God. They use the swords in their hands to protect their homes!" The young man still had a simple and honest smile on his lips.
Night falls quietly, and its twinkling stars jump out of the void.
The voices of young people brought them to that poetic and singing era, and inexplicable looks danced in the eyes of these children.
The wind quietly calmed down at some point, the starry sky tonight was cloudless, the bright stars blinked, and the snowflakes were still falling.
The young man's voice didn't know when to stop. He raised his head and looked up at the starry sky, with a simple and honest smile still on his lips.
Looking up at the stars, the sky is full of stars. As long as you stand on tiptoes, some of them are within reach. Something has taken root in the hearts of these children. Perhaps in the long, long future, they will also become the guardians in the story.
When the wind stopped, the stories also stopped. Some of the children said they wanted to become moon gods, and some said they wanted to become guardians. Perhaps, this would become their lifelong goal. The only thing that was certain was that they would no longer be hesitant.
, no longer shy.
The sound of wind chimes dissipated in the snow, and the children who left home would eventually go home. Amidst the calls, these children waved regretfully to the young people, and disappeared in the run-down streets.
Without Haizi's laughter, the world became completely silent, leaving only the sound of the ding-dong-ding-dong wooden fish.
The dilapidated streets, the swaying lights, the peaceful ancient temples, the desolate stall holders, the young man's eyes fell on the end of the street, which is the direction in which the children left.
The dancing lights evoked the youth's memories. A long time ago, there was a chubby little girl holding a naughty snot-nosed girl, jumping and disappearing at the end of the street.
"The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng has finished his remaining life, knocking wooden fish and reciting Buddhist scriptures, why bother?" the young man whispered, his voice falling in the wind and snow.
Turning around, the young man pushed the dilapidated stall and walked towards the way he came. The wind chime swayed, and its tinkling sound resounded again, extremely clear.
The ancient Buddha with green lantern, the pure ancient temple, the shadow of the lamp is miserable, the cold wind blows, the light of the lamp is swaying in the wind, the sound of the wooden fish ding-dong-ding-dong comes from the ancient temple, in front of the green lantern, a woman is sitting on her knees
On the ground, three thousand blue hairs also fell to the ground.
The woman is extremely pretty, but in front of this ancient Buddha, her pretty face is more peaceful. The woman is gently tapping the wooden fish and singing Sanskrit scriptures in her mouth.
The voice was low, and the woman stood up suddenly. The sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped. She turned around and walked to the window. The cold moonlight fell into her eyes. She looked through the window at the dilapidated street and the road that was gradually going away.
The figure murmured softly: "The ancient Buddha with a blue lantern has ended his remaining life, knocking the wooden fish and reciting Buddhist scriptures!" The black hair was flying, the woman turned around, and continued to knock the wooden fish and chant the Buddhist scriptures.
That night I listened to Su Fan's singing, not to listen to it, but to look for your breath.
That day, that month, that year, that life. I forgot everything, gave up faith, and gave up reincarnation, just because the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha has long lost its luster.
If you miss some things in life, you will miss them, and the same is true for Qian Chuanyan.
The young man pushed the dilapidated stall, walked through the dilapidated streets, dilapidated buildings, and the desolate imperial capital. He kept walking, walking out of the wind and snow, and getting lost in the wind and snow.
Until we came to a magnificent stone gate. There was a plaque hanging on the stone gate. The big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes on the plaque looked very eye-catching: Xiao Mansion!
The Xiao Mansion was where the Xiao family, the five major aristocratic families in the imperial capital, was in the past. Today, only the Xiao family and the sword-controlling family are the only ones left among the five major aristocratic families in the imperial capital.
A hint of sword intent permeated the handwriting. The young man raised his head and saw the dilapidated stall in front of the stone gate. When the guard who was standing in front of the stone gate saw the young man, his expression changed, and he looked extremely respectful:
"I've met the young master!"
Every family has 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.
Facing the respectful expressions of the guards, the young man just smiled honestly, "Today is your duty, haha!"
Bang bang! The sound of rapid footsteps came out in vain inside the stone door. Xiao Ziyun, the former genius on the Jade Emperor Academy's most famous list, came out with a sword, looked at the slightly fat figure in front of him, and said hurriedly: "Something happened.
Got it!"
A long time ago, the young man in front of me was called a waste of the Xiao family. However, today, this waste of the Xiao family has become someone that the entire Xiao family looks up to.
"What happened?" The young man still had a smile on his lips and his eyes fell on Xiao Ziyun.
"There is news from the Sword God Gate. Two days ago, Qian Chuanxue, a disciple of Xiyue Peak, was kidnapped by a mysterious strong man!" Xiao Ziyun whispered.
When these words came out, the bodies of Xiao Ziyun and others were shaken, and a terrifying pressure filled the air in vain. Under this pressure, Xiao Ziyun and others were all stunned.
Exit a few steps.
"Qianchuan Snow!" The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth froze. His originally slightly curved figure was as tall and straight as a mountain ridge. If before, the young man was a sword covered by time, then at this moment, the young man is a sword unsheathed.
sword.
Just this slight change made the world change color in vain. The young man looked at Xiao Mansion and whispered: Compassion is not rusty, it is time to draw the sword!"
Hearing this, Xiao Ziyun's body shook. Was he going to draw his sword?