It was hard to talk about what was on his mind. What lingered in his mind was the mysterious and strange scene like the white dragon emerging from the lake. The dragon roared and the heaven and earth shook. The sound of the roar was even more breathtaking. Kimura had never been so panicked before. He
He didn't know if this was a nightmare or something that happened in reality. He only knew that he wanted to stay away from Changbai Mountain and Tianchi Lake. He would never come to this continent again.
He didn't know how he walked down from Changbai Mountain. He only felt that his mind was in chaos. The vast snow-capped mountains behind him were getting farther and farther. He walked down from Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain towards the east. The east.
There is his country in the sea. Although it is a small country, it is the most beautiful country in his heart, because there are still three or four months before the cherry blossoms bloom. He hopes that he can be there before the cherry blossoms bloom.
Rush back.
The snow-capped mountains behind him were getting further and further away, and the lingering fear was getting further and further away. Kimura, who was already exhausted, heard the loud sound of waves crashing on the shore. He couldn't help but feel inexplicably excited. As long as he reached the beach
, he could find a ship out to sea, and he could return to his homeland. He couldn't help but speed up his pace, and ran towards the coast where the loud noise was made. His fear gradually went away, and his eagerness to go home became even higher.
Got up.
A fishing village appeared in Kimura's eyes, with more than a dozen scattered families. He remembered that he and the sect ninjas also came ashore from this dilapidated fishing village. He looked at the dilapidated stone houses and those exposed to the sun.
The fishing nets and the dried fish that gave off the salty smell of sea water made him feel that everything had become so beautiful. There was no longer the dazzling snow, nor the eerie mountain peaks, only the white foam rolling up.
The sea water kept lapping at the shore.
There was a fishy and salty smell at the seaside. It was the rolling seawater that exuded the essential smell, and layers of white foam-like waves piled up on the beaches along the coast. Kimura felt like it had been sweet rain for a long time. All this felt so strange.
The silence, the sound of the waves that shook the sky also became the beautiful music of returning home in his ears. He had never been so eager, especially when he looked at the endless sea level from the coast, he knew that the endless sea
In the sea, there is his country, there is his gentle wife, and the holy cherry blossoms.
Kimura's appearance attracted the attention of the fishermen in the small fishing village. They looked at the young man in tattered clothes with doubts in their eyes. This man's clothes were different from theirs. Although he was in tattered white clothes,
They also felt that this young man had a unique temperament. He did not have the fishy salty smell like theirs, and his skin did not have the same bronze color as theirs.
"Ah, isn't this person one of the people who landed in our village from the sea a month or two ago?" A villager carrying a wet fishing net on his shoulders looked at Kimura for a while and said in surprise.
And his words were quickly recognized by other fishermen.
Kimura didn't expect that the fishermen in this fishing village would still remember them. He felt tears welling up in his eyes. He hurriedly greeted the fishermen. Every face that he had looked down upon, every face that they had ignored.
The fishermen, at this time, made him feel that their words were like warm currents in this cold winter, flowing in his heart, making him feel that he was still remembered by someone.
Kimura temporarily lived in this small fishing village. In the past few days, the sea wind had been blowing violently. Even the fishermen in this village did not go out to fish, and he had some difficulties in finding a fishing boat to go out to sea. For several days in a row
The peaceful life completely relaxed his heart, and the fear from Changbai Mountain gradually melted away from his heart, but the spectacular scene of the white dragon emerging from the lake was still deeply engraved in his mind.
inside.
The past few days have been the most peaceful and peaceful he has lived since he came to this continent. There is no dazzling snow, and there is no trembling like being on guard day and night. He and the villagers eat the fish from the sea.
As a fish, he gradually fell in love with a peaceful life. But one day, this tranquility was broken, and the fear he once thought he was about to forget in his heart was awakened again.
Someone sent him a long package, wrapped in coarse cloth, and he could vaguely feel that the wrapped object was a scimitar. His own scimitar had long been abandoned by him in Changbai Mountain, in this fishing village.
An Ning's life also made him forget that he was once a ninja. When he opened the package, a curved blade filled with cold light like a crescent moon appeared in front of his eyes.
There was still wet blood on the curved blade with wisps of cold light, and the dazzling blood-colored light rippled away, causing a sudden bang in Kimura's head like an explosion. He knew the owner of this curved blade.
It was Iga Fujiro, the great elder from the sect who led them to this continent. The appearance of the great elder's weapon here meant that the great elder had been killed. He could even feel that on the curved blade
The blood stains that have not yet dried up seem to belong to the great elder.
The visitor handed the curved blade into Kimura's hand, and then spoke out the names of several people. Among the names were Han people, Khitan people, and even Jurchen people. He didn't recognize any of these names.
Naturally, he knew the meaning of what the man told him, but what shocked him was that another Han name also appeared. That name was once taboo in the Fuso Ninja Iga Sect.
The man left, leaving in a hurry, and the man's arrival, the curved blade stained with wet blood, once again aroused the fear in Kimura's heart. He raised the blade in his hand
With the curved blade, the dazzling snowy light of Changbai Mountain once again shone in the depths of his heart. His face began to change from a trace of fear to an extremely ferocious one. He knew that he must return to the sect and put this person behind him.
Tell the sect everything.
No one knew the true fear in Jin Dazhong's heart at this time. The appearance of the white dragon was beyond his understanding, and the catastrophe filled with dark clouds rolling down filled his heart with horror. When a swordsman from the same sect
When he was killed by the white dragon, his heart had collapsed. He no longer wanted to be the wronged soul under the white dragon's body. He wanted to leave, as far away as possible, so he escaped, and he escaped better than when he came.
Faster and more urgent.
With his mind in chaos, he vaguely remembered the journey back to Goguryeo. He just instinctively headed towards the Yalu River. He didn't know how many days he had been running. He was already exhausted, and he was even more in rags.
, no part of his body was intact. He was like a frightened bird. Whenever he saw dark clouds rolling in the sky, he would instinctively avoid them. The terrifying scene was too impressive for him.
Along the way, he instinctively hunted a few wild beasts when he was hungry, but he did not dare to hunt the beasts that were too big. This big continent gave him too much shock and intimidation. Behind him, the pine trees and snowfields gradually receded into the distance.
However, his messy sanity had not fully recovered, and his instinctive sense of survival still supported him in leaving the snow-covered Changbai Mountain area, and the fearful crisis that enveloped his heart also dissipated.
Although he did not collapse to the point of despair after traveling day and night and being delirious, he finally came to the bank of the rolling river. That was the Yalu River. After crossing the Yalu River, he could return to his country. This kind of being
He was finally able to get rid of the torment shrouded in fear. His mind suddenly cleared. Looking at the Yalu River, which was as clear as a jade belt, he felt his heart beat faster.
It was still bitterly cold, and there were still piles of unmelted snow everywhere, but the turbulent Yalu River with its blue waves and rapids gave him a great comfort, as if this river
It was like his only support, and all the nerves in his body were relaxed. He was about to go home, he couldn't help but think excitedly.
After scooping up the clear water in the river, he did not forget to take off the sword hanging from his waist. The cold river water wet his slightly stinging face. Looking down into the river, he saw
He has a haggard and pale face, bloodstains all over his face, messy hair, and tattered clothes. He has long lost his handsome and jade-like face, and he has also lost his graceful and graceful temperament.
.
A burst of rapid hoofbeats reached his ears, causing him to jump up like a frightened rabbit. The rapid hoofbeats also got closer and closer, and a person riding a horse quickly appeared in his sight.
δΈ. He couldn't help but nervously picked up the sword he had taken off, his eyes instinctively showing vigilance, looking at the person coming on horseback.
A sword with brilliant flowing light was thrown in front of him, and a cold gaze shot out from the man's eyes, which was like the light of the dazzling blood stained on the shining sword. Jin Dazhong's heart was moved.
Inexplicably, the man threw the sword in front of Jin Dazhong, but turned around and left without saying a word. Jin Dazhong felt a dull feeling in his heart. He knew that he was known as the second sword player in Goguryeo.
The master had been killed. As for who the murderer was, several figures appeared in his mind.
The extremely cold city in the far north. The earliest place in the world to see the sunrise is the extremely cold city in the far north. Naturally, this is also the place where night comes earliest. Everyone knows that there is a city in the far north.
The city of extreme cold, but there are only a few people who can find this city of extreme cold, because the city of extreme cold is the coldest and coldest place in the world. It is covered with snow all year round and there is ice everywhere.
The northern ice clouds looked at the cold moon outside the window in a daze. The faint moonlight slanted down from the window, reflecting her slender and delicate body. She held her chin, and the dazed look in her eyes also appeared.
As the moonlight became brighter and brighter, it became richer. The pale white palace skirt highlighted her noble and elegant temperament. From time to time, her obsessed eyes showed an incomprehensible light like moxa and resentment.
"Miss, I found out that the Ye family captured a Han nationality and imprisoned him in the Ye family. It is said that the Han nationality was captured by the Ye family from Changbai Mountain, and they seemed to want to lure the man named Ling Tianyun here. I don't know.
Why did the Ye family do this, but the palace master and the elders don't seem to want to care about this matter." A maid in an emerald green fur robe came to her side with messy steps and reported to her urgently.
road.
When Beibing Yunduo heard this, a hint of anger appeared on her beautiful jade-like face. She knew why the Ye family did this. She secretly hoped that Ling Tianyun would appear, but also hoped that Ling Tianyun would not come. This kind of hard to describe
She was filled with ambivalence, and she didn't know what she should do. Although Ye Ming Palace was the master of this extremely cold city, Ye Ming Palace was not just named Beibing. The previous owner of Ye Ming Palace was named Ye, and the next one was Ye.
The master of Ye Ming Palace will definitely be named Ye.
The moonlight pouring down like silver water became thicker and thicker, just like the complicated emotions of the Arctic clouds. Her eyes looked far into the distance, seeing the endless mountains and rivers and the endless snow.
The moon in the cold window is full of snow, and the moonlight is as bright as snow.