Lanshan Snow

The snowfield was bathed in red sun, and a moving golden light shone on Qiu Bodeng's face.His cheeks and the corners of his eyes were thinly red from crying bitterly, and the tears soaked them, and when the light shone, they were plated with a fine layer of wet gold.It seems to him that he finally has nothing to do with the statue or the Son.

Standing barefoot in the morning glow filled with fine gold powder, Qiu Bodeng is just a wayward little boy.

Sparkling, fragile and sensitive.

There were still some tears in his eyes, but the desire in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.As a matter of course, he asked Thule wizard for what he had promised: love, companionship, eternity... unconditional, regardless of price or difficulty.

Wizard Thule stepped on the bright light, walked over, and hugged him.

"Wherever you are going, I will accompany you."

The moment the voice fell, sunlight spread across the ice valley.The tower is immersed in the rolling golden mist, and in an instant, it becomes a Buddhist shrine and a shrine high in the empty valley.

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The bells of the temple echoed in the cities of Middle-earth.

Snow covered the red wall Zhuwa, high and low parapets.It's the end of the year, and the cities and towns of Zhouzhou are covered with bright red lanterns.Although the airships of the aristocratic families have been facing each other for a long time, the falcon battles in the sky have nothing to do with the ordinary people in the low houses. Those who should celebrate the New Year, continue to celebrate the New Year.

However, it cannot be said that it is completely irrelevant.

Flying boats and wooden kites that crashed crashed down from time to time, destroying a large area of ​​houses, and when unlucky, a large area would be set ablaze.

The flames are blazing and prosperous, which is more suitable for the end of the year.

"Don't snatch it! This is the beam of our family—" "Go away! Crazy woman!" "Ah!"... With a shrill scream, the woman who failed to stop her was kicked down on the snow like a worm The same, squirming, reaching out to catch those crowds rushing forward and pushing each other for firewood.

Perhaps it was affected by the once-in-a-million cold wave in the wind source of Xizhou.

This year, the winter in Twelve Continents has been colder than usual, and the furnaces of rich and noble people are burning from early morning to late at night, and they can freeze people out of the wind and cold by a quarter.In the market, the price of firewood has increased by more than dozens of times—the low-grade firewood that used to be enough for a load of twenty or thirty taels is now almost costing hundreds of taels.

At the beginning, the woodmen who sold charcoal and firewood were very happy and took the opportunity to make a lot of money.

The good times didn't last long.

In just two or three days, the sound of horseshoes was heard throughout the streets and alleys. People wearing the badges of various families kicked open the doors of the woodmen and searched for all the charcoal fiercely like wolves.Immediately afterwards, gongs were sounded and notices of all sizes were posted on the streets and alleys of the villages in Manzhou City.

Strictly insist on the ownership of the mountains and forests, and if there are thieves who dare to hack privately, they will be severely punished.

After the last sect was completely controlled by the aristocratic family, the mountains, rivers and rivers were naturally merged into the aristocratic family's private domain.If the people under the jurisdiction want to enter the mountains and forests, they can only buy hunting and logging permits from the aristocratic family—naturally, the mountains and forests are vast, and they may not be able to control them all at ordinary times.

this year.

Aristocratic families, large and small, have participated in unprecedented wars.

Obviously, they felt the need to supplement the necessary silver taels for the next war.

After the farmers who stole firewood in various cities were hanged to death, a long line was formed at the salary office of the chamber of commerce that hung the family crest. Scarcity is the most precious thing, the local rich clan said so in thick jackets, worked overtime, and dispatched manpower to log.

Blood and red, together penetrate this year.

"This beam is really big, it's enough for us."

Relying on his strong physique, the chef who pushed away all the competitors, dragged the half-burned beams, and walked home happily.

Since the flying boats and wooden kites appeared in the sky, the people of all continents and cities have become accustomed to the melee in the sky, except when the flying boats fall and burn down the houses, they swear a few words--more people, even the chance to swear a few words If there was none, it was directly crushed into blood and flesh.

Only this year, everyone is quite happy to see this flying boat.

The firewood sold by vendors is too expensive, and those who have more money can only afford it by tightening their belts. The poorer ones simply stuff reed flowers and hay into their quilts to keep warm.The flying boat fell, and the houses that were burned down were piles of charcoal that cost nothing.

Recently, more airships have fallen.

It is cold and windy.

One after another, flying boats flew across the sky, casting huge shadows one after another.On the dome at the end of winter, different family crests are printed on different cloak panels, and the boat teams with different family crests are staggered by a certain distance.The huge fleet of boats was divided into different areas indistinctly, traveling around different routes.

During the flight, short and chaotic civil wars broke out from time to time.

Either the high stringed warship of a certain family passed over the warship of a certain family, or the families who originally disliked each other due to the influence of the whirling air field collided... The fire, thunder, and chaos were different, as if the sky was in chaos at the same time. There are tens of thousands of different flocks, and there is chaos between flocks.

——The negotiations between the Dongzhou Fufeng Chou family and the great immortal clans came to an end three days ago.

The clans of the Central Plains gathered together to launch the first large-scale battle to conquer the extreme plains.

The united front of the major families immediately disintegrated after the enemy retreated, and the end of each other's defense was not much less than the end of the attack on the enemy some time ago.Except for the top eleven big clans who can barely hold their breath, the rest of the big and middle clans are afraid of letting their opponents take the lead.

Some families can clearly see that the place to get involved in the snowfield is limited, and the purpose of participating is to try their best to prevent the family that threatens them the most from gaining benefits in the snowfield.

The competition starts right from the start.

There is probably no more chaotic march in the world.

What is puzzling is that the Chou family, the number one family of the Immortal Sect, who was supposed to be the fastest, fell to the bottom of the team. Dao Huo Huo's murderous aura towards Xue Yuan is almost as real.

The vigilant enemy of the eleventh family is doing one thing.

The last batch of Thunderbolts and Yun Lingzhu were settled, and the last batch of family disciples withdrew from the city.

All the flying boats flew off the ground at the same time, flying higher and higher, until all the living beings on the ground, big and small cities were left with only a small, prosperous phantom like an ant's nest.

bustling!

Empty prosperity!

"Goodbye."

Ye Suxue stood at the bow of the flying boat, holding a letter from Xueyuan in her arms, and said calmly.

She struck a match, lit the oil lamp, and threw it from a high altitude.

Boom!

The loud noise of the first explosion shook the city residents who were numb to the chaos of the war.Boom, boom, boom!Every year, the bridge where countless green lanterns were put down by the water suddenly collapsed.Boom!The river dams newly added every year burst into pieces, gushing out torrents of sewage.bang——

Bridges, roads, commercial buildings at crossroads, collapsing, collapsing, collapsing!

Everything is collapsing!

——Revenge and anger that no one can understand.

The Chou family blew up his ten thousand year old foundation, and even the things built by those young masters who were "excessively extravagant" and "bought with thousands of dollars to buy scenery" - extravagance and lust!Thousands of dollars to buy scenery!Bridge corridors and high dams!

Boom!

The last estuary lighthouse collapsed in snow and fire.

——The lighthouse that the young master built to watch the sea!

Since the world cannot tolerate a ridiculous dude, then give him back everything he bestowed!

The flying boat rose from the ground, and the entire family of the Qiu family in Dongzhou went straight west.

never look back.

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The prayer flags are undulating, and the horseshoes are trampling.

When the tribes participating in the Pantheon Festival arrive at the Holy Snow Mountain, they will first see countless prayer flags, mostly red, yellow and blue.When there was a strong morning breeze, the auspicious patterns such as the crossed vajra, the scepter with the ten phases, the vase flower, the auspicious pattern of the eight treasures, the warrior leading the elephant, and the shepherd training the deer immediately rolled into a sea of ​​undulations.

The gate of the village is wide open.

The arch made of tall birch hangs a huge deer head.

Young boys and girls from the Batachihan and Tashimu tribes waited around the fence, and as soon as any tribe arrived, they immediately offered praise and fine wine to them.In the snow outside the gate of the village, weapons engraved with the emblems of various ethnic groups were planted on the ground under various flags.

The flags are big and small, and the totems are different.

Xue Yuan doesn't advocate humility, he can show off his moves with as much fist as he has, and the same is true for the banner.Among all the flags, there are about a dozen of them, the largest and most ostentatious, not only embroidered with gold thread, but also tied with many small bronze bells, which jingle when the wind blows.

"How long is it?" Bata Chihan asked.

"410 five."

Tashimu answered directly without counting.

It has been several days since the gate of the village was opened, and the tribes scattered in every corner of the snow field kept arriving.Of the people participating in the Pantheon Festival, seven or eight have already arrived, and the rest should be some relatively remote small tribes—theoretically speaking, that is the case.But strangely, more than a dozen small and medium-sized tribes that are not far away have not arrived for a long time.

as well as……

Zhaximu glanced over the totem banner and sneered: "Not coming? That would be great."

The voice just fell.

On the snow field to the south, a tumbling white line rose up on the horizon, and the white line moved forward at a terrifying speed, so fast that almost at the next moment, there was a terrible vibration on the ground.Zhaximu, who was guarding the gate of the village, turned violent, and immediately stretched his hand into his cloak, grabbing the cold handle of the knife.

In the snow tide, the banners of gray wolves were pushed aside.

coming!