The past ignites old dreams

Another snow fell.

The river is blocked with ice, and the mountains are covered with snow.

Between the sky and the earth, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, only the sound of "click" from the snow breaking the branches can be heard, but that is also very slight.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the woods, breaking the rare tranquility.

The branches swayed, and the snowballs fell with a puff.A red and white head was thrown out of the woods.

White is snow, red is blood.

But I saw a handsome man with sword eyebrows and star eyes flying out of the woods. He has profound features and a dignified appearance, but his complexion is white with blue, like a dead person.

Another person, shaking off the snow from his body, appeared from behind the hillside.The man was dressed thinly, and he was also thin. His thin lips, like falling snowflakes, were cold and unfeeling.With a long and heavy knife on his back, he came all the way at an extremely fast speed, and there were no footprints on the snow.

Merry knife, Lu Liao.

After coming out of Qinghe Mansion, he followed Qing Ya all the time.

"You have to kill less." He said, "If you kill too much, you will forget your nature."

Qing Crow stabbed the dead man's head with the blade of the Golden Moon Sword, and lightly picked it up, and the head, whose face was no longer visible, was thrown far away again, and it rolled to nowhere.

"When are you going to be with me?" Qing Crow grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the body of Jin Yue's sword clean, and retracted the scabbard with a groan.

Qing Crow patted the snow off his hands, and he said, "Although I don't have dark feathers around me now. But if I need them, they will come at any time. One person can't beat you, 100 people can't beat you, and a thousand people can't beat you." , can also exhaust you to death."

"Green Crow..." Lu Liao looked at Crow and paused. Lies are ruthless, but the truth may not be cruel. "Cui Yan doesn't spare your life, so don't you?"

"Things are useful, so are people, do you understand?" The corner of Qing Crow's mouth twitched, showing a smile of a demon king in the world, "Kill Yang Jingli, even if I am arrested by the government, so what, anyway, I am also a dying person I have no family members or relatives, who can they sit with! Cui Yan is only my younger brother after all, what kind of relative is this, even if they know that Cui Yan sent me to kill, what can they do!"

Qing Ya looked up to the sky, and saw the boundless white snow covering the ground, and suddenly felt very happy, "Little uncle, with my appearance, can I survive until I finish killing people?"

Lu Liao was silent, the wind came, the snow fell, he seemed to be integrated into the environment at this moment, like a lifeless tree, existing abruptly, unable to die.

"During the time I left Qinghe, I have thought through a lot of things. Why did Master commit suicide, why Cui Yan insisted on sticking to his family, why did you torture me, and that...that person, Shen Ruoyu, why did he abandon...his son. In fact, if you think about these things, you will find that they are all self-righteous and meaningless. But people don’t need to ask whether they are meaningful when they are alive. What do you think? Little uncle. There are still dozens of miles away from Liaocheng, let’s walk slowly In the past, while I was still able to speak, while you were still able to listen, I couldn’t kill you, and you refused to kill me, so I wronged myself and brought you this oil bottle.”

After Qing Ya finished speaking, he didn't look back, and walked straight towards Liaocheng.

Less than the blink of an eye, Lu Liao was already a few steps ahead of him.The two seem to be running side by side, but in fact, one is in front and the other is behind, and they are never in sync.

Maybe there are too many people in the world, just like them, who have never been able to work hand in hand and walk side by side.

You were born before I was born, and I am old when I was born.How can the torrent of time be crossed?How can love and hatred be written off?

This is the rivers and lakes.

It's only a split second between life and death, and some people have lost their voices and faces since then.

Liaocheng is located in the west of Shandong Province. It faces Henan and Hebei. It is the junction of the eastern, central and northern regions of the Dayang Dynasty. The Yellow River and the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal also meet here.Both water and land roads are developed, and it has always been a transportation hub and commercial center that the Cui family valued.

This time, the last stop of the two major members of the Cui family before leaving Shandong was Liaocheng.

The Liao River moat is still frozen with thin ice.Last winter came late, and this year spring came late.

Along the way, every city on the route is strictly prohibited by the whole city, and those who come and go are interrogated one by one.The capital was pushed too hard, and Shandong seemed to be a country within a country.

The situation is tense, the praying mantis is catching the cicada, and the oriole is behind.Qingya buys news from Jianghu all the way, pursues Yang Jingli closely, and guards against the killer sent by Yang Jingli all the way.Although Qingya is not from the Qinghe Cui family, but because of his relationship with Cui Yan, he is representative of the Cui family's influence.The more Cui fights with the royal family, the people behind the scenes will maximize their profits.Yang Jingli always thought that she used all means to unify the regime and bring peace to the world, but she didn't know that the real "single bird" was not him, nor Cui Mo, but his brother, the current emperor.

One will be successful, let alone the great cause of a generation of emperors.There will only be more people who die, just to leave a name in a book of history after many years of vicissitudes.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are also unclear.Those who are really clear are those who are clear.

As the date approached, Liaocheng Chief Secretary would personally go to the city gate every morning and evening to inspect, conscientiously, for fear of letting people into the city by mistake.

Qingya has a special certificate, which is the non-prohibition order in Shandong issued by the Cui family, which has greater power than the procuratorial envoys from the capital.After all, this is Shandong, not the capital.

With the non-passing order, the chief secretary welcomes the crows in fear, but Lu Liao has no household registration certificate and no pass order. The chief secretary is a staid old man. He has been an official for several years, and everything must be done according to the rules and procedures. Therefore, he refused to allow Lu Liao to enter the city no matter what.

Fortunately, Lu Liao didn't bother to talk to others at all. Around the toes, the person who was originally as thin as a piece of paper disappeared into the snow and fog in the sky with light kung fu running faster than the wind.

Since it was impossible to ride a horse on the main road, Qing Ya rented a bullock cart when he entered the city, and rushed to the Penglai Inn in the West Market before the night of the ban.

There are guards in plain clothes patrolling outside the inn.Qing Ya didn't know them, but he knew the flying fish knives on their waists.

It's ridiculous to say that Yang Jingli keeps saying that she wants to eradicate the roots of Cui's family, but when she is away from home, she lives in the inns run by Cui's chain, eats in restaurants run by Cui's family, wears silk and satin from the textile workshop under Cui's name, and works with Cui's family. The Maxima is often paid tribute to the Northwest Racecourse.If it was before, if there is no Qinghe Cui family, at least there will be Fan Yang Lu family. Although Fan Yang Lu family is rich, they don't do business in all walks of life. They only care about running banks all over the country. The marriage dealt a heavy blow to the imperial court, and then Cui Qianxue announced that she would marry a prince from the Suri tribe of the Tatar tribe, which was simply a "disaster" for the royal family.

Now, Yang Jingli has retreated to Liaocheng, locking the throat of Shandong going west.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this "new" king of Qi can't wait any longer, and is about to start in Shandong.

How sure are you, do you think Liaocheng is the capital city?Qing Ya sat on the bullock cart holding the sword and waited for the sky to be completely dark.Murder and arson must always be carried out at night.

wait.

The last sound of the evening drum fell, and the sound of the drum echoed in every corner of Liaocheng, making the snow tremble.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the snow is getting heavier.When the curfew started, there was no one on the street.Marquis Wu, who was on duty at night, was about to patrol the streets.

A red umbrella, a sequoia, and a feather gauze cloak.

Qing Crow saw that the woman's figure was familiar, but couldn't remember the corresponding name for a while.So he got up to shake off the snow, stuck to the snow surface, and quickly moved towards the woman.

Anyone who appears suddenly at this time is an uninvited guest who hinders the mission.

The woman turned the handle of the umbrella, and the snowflakes swirled, turning into slices of thin blades that cut flesh and drank blood, stabbing at the approaching crows together.

Qing Ya moved her fingers, seemingly casually pulling the double sword flower back and forth.The sword energy is shining, and when the sky is dark and the day and night are social, the snow wind is blowing up, and it emits a pale golden light.

The woman put down the red umbrella, and used the umbrella to resist the golden sword energy and the white snow wind. She drew a semicircle under her feet and took a big step back.

In an instant, the surface of the umbrella was cracked, and the rouge oil paper scattered into the wind and snow, and was blown into the sky in a whirl, disappearing without a trace.

Just when she put down the red umbrella just now, Qing Crow saw her whole picture, so she quickly put her sword behind her back and restrained her sharpness.

"Isn't this the wife of the Huo family?" Qing Crow asked her, "What are you doing here alone?"

Huo Ju discarded the umbrella with only the ribs left, and closed her Cuiyun bun, seeing her for a year, she was much older.There are already gray hairs on the temples, but she still looks like a young woman.

Huo Li, the former head of the Huashan School, died in the siege of the four masters of the palace. Everyone in the world has heard about it.Jiang Dongsheng wanted to lead his disciples down the mountain to take revenge several times, but was stopped by Huo Ju's stern words.A grievance has a head and a debtor, and whoever has the vengeance should avenge it. Huo Ju has a clear heart, and his arms can't twist his thighs. The Wulin sect must never have a feud with the imperial court. The strength of the Huashan faction must be preserved, so his revenge for killing his father , You must go to bloody enemies in your own name.So in the past six months, she handed over the child to her husband, told them to stay on Mount Hua to hide from the world, and walked the rivers and lakes alone, from Shaanxi to Hebei, and from Hebei to Shandong, and finally she was chased to Yang Jingli.

Qing Ya was an insider, and Huo Ju had no intention of hiding it from him. She stared into the inn with wide eyes, every wrinkle in the corner of her eyes was full of hatred, "I'll do whatever you're here for."

Qing Crow snorted and laughed, "You come too when I come to beat you, you come too when I come to enjoy the snow, and you come too when I come to do evil. You are the same people who have fallen in the end of the world!"

Huo Ju had no intention of joking with him, she waited for the time she needed.

In fact, it's not that Qing Crow doesn't want to comfort Huo Ju, but when he walked to her side and saw her gray temples, he was sad for a moment, but couldn't say anything nice.How does it feel to lose your father?Crow never saw his father.He has always regarded Sheng Wuming as his father, but Sheng Wuming is alive, as if he only wants to wait for the day he wants to wait to kill himself freely.Sheng Wuming's death, to Qing Crow, felt more hatred, hated him for being desperate, hated him for passing away, hated that he would never appear in front of his eyes again, from now on, the setting sun would unravel the grass bank, and no one would teach him swordsmanship No one persuades you to drink, and no one cares about getting drunk.

Huo Ju: "The time is up."

During dinner time, the guards gathered downstairs for dinner.

Qing Crow looked sideways, and grabbed Huo Ju, "Are you going to rush in at this time?"

Huo Ju smiled, "When my father was there, he often taught me that our Huashan family is a decent family, and the Jianghu Baidao should look like a Jianghu Baidao. But now, I don't care about maintaining the decent face of the famous family anymore."

"Are you poisoned?" Crow asked.

"Outnumbered, you have to use your brains. The Penglai Inn is owned by the Qinghe Cui family. Before they moved in, I told the shopkeeper that you ordered me to add long sleep fruit to today's dinner. Although people are not as good as heaven, But God also opened his eyes, I really met you." Huo Ju breathed a sigh of relief, "The fruit of long sleep is not easy to come by, this time is my only chance. Qing Ya, my father, I don't want to kill it with my own hands. After killing those beasts, I can't swallow this breath."

"Qinglong is dead, Baihu is seriously injured and locked in the dungeon of Qinghe Mansion. There are only Suzaku and Xuanwu left here. Can you play one against two?" Qing Ya frowned.

"Before you came, I was determined to die together. However, since God let me meet you again, it means that our meeting is not for no reason. I believe it is somewhere in the dark, and God is helping me. "

Qing Crow said bluntly, "I don't know whether God will help you or not. Anyway, I can't help you, that brat Yang Jingli must be killed by myself. My only target is him."

"Suzaku and Xuanwu are immortal, how did you get close to Yang Jingli? When the president's sleep effect takes effect, the first floor will be full of people who have fallen asleep. At that time, we only need to deal with two people, Suzaku and Xuanwu. I will lure those two away for you." Man, you go and finish Yang Jingli with a sword, and then come back and join hands with me and help me."

Tune the tiger away from the mountain, and then kill the carbine.

During the time between the two of them discussing, the noise in the inn gradually died down.After a while, it was completely silent.

The head of the inn came out with a straw hat on his head. He looked around, then took off the straw hat and stuck it in the snow. He shrank his neck and ran back to the inn yard.

Huo Ju and Qingya appeared, Huo Ju pulled out the hat and said to Qingya, "The first thing is time."

"I know." The crow grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball, and threw it into the inn. "Just in case, you can last as long as you can, don't leave room for it."

Ruokasa is the signal to start, and Xueqiu is the response.The boys in the inn immediately shouted in unison, "There is a killer!"

Huo Ju brushed the white hair from her temples to the back of her ears, and she said calmly and calmly, "Don't worry, the revenge of killing your father is irreconcilable, I will naturally go all out. When necessary, you don't have to worry about me, I will I won’t take care of you either. Crow, let’s take care of ourselves.”

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