The snow of goose feathers drifted from the northwest, which contrasted the world with a vast white patch of scenery. The scenery was spectacular. The snowflakes were turning in the bitter cold wind, falling and floating again.

Walking on the snow, the wind and snow whistling, making people unable to even open their eyes, let alone moving forward in the snow. This fierce snow lasted for two days and two nights. When the weather improved, the snow on the ground had reached its deep calves. It was extremely difficult for the horse to move forward.

The group of people, several carriages, and several tall horses were moving forward slowly, but the snow was too heavy.

Gu Qingci was also one of the people in this group. After entering Shanhaiguan, he met a caravan, who happened to pass by Jizhou Biyang Prefecture, which was also Gu Qingci's destination. The caravan also traveled around the world, convenient for others and for themselves, so he agreed to take Gu Qingci with him.

After all, the people in this caravan have been walking all year round and knowing the road, which has prevented Gu Qingci from walking many unjust paths.

All the way south.

The snow slowly melted, revealing its original traces.

Gu Qingci lived a leisurely life. He searched for the plum blossoms, saw the geese returning south, and walked by several turbid wines. Who still remembers that when his temples were gray, there were plum blossoms hidden in the snow?

Winter goes and spring comes, flowers fade, and people are drunk.

I first passed the Eighteen Valleys of Nanshan, and the valleys were green.

Walking along the broken bluestones to the valley, walking down the stream of water, and staying in several farmhouses. Under the moon shadow, there was a bright light, and the man in the village came out to yell at Qin Opera. The two strings of the erhu were pressing lightly. Gu Qingci slapped the table, "The wind was rising and the clouds were flying..." It was quite easy to learn dialect.

I didn’t remember how long I came here, and when I arrived at a big mountain, I could vaguely see four words "Famous Sword Villa" on the stone tablet.

There are only broken walls and ruins left in Mingjian Villa, and the forest garden was not seen. Walkers carried their arms and walked long whistle in the sky. Although there were no lush forests and bamboos, they could still pass by old walls inadvertently. It seemed that they could be the ancient roads in the rustling places of grass and trees. Some people had practiced swords here, and some had compared martial arts.

I heard from the caravan that this place was a famous Mingjian Villa a hundred years ago. Later, for some reason, it was bloody overnight. Since then, there has been no one left. Gu Qingci sighed and said nothing, he has done the destruction of the clan.

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Chang'an City is a city that never sleeps. The lights of the city shine the flat bluestone roads as bright as daytime. There are many pedestrians on the streets, or stop at a stall to buy items. The man and woman looking straight at the sky should be a perfect couple.

Only in the city, near the imperial city, is relatively quiet. Under rows of towering trees are quiet streets and alleys, which are not very luxurious, but are all arranged in an orderly manner and unique.

There is a mansion in the middle of the streets and alleys. There are two large stone lions standing next to the steps. The red door is closed, the copper ring is silent. Under the eaves of the door, there is a black plaque in the Ma Mansion!

At this time, it was dinner time, and Ma Dongyang, the Minister of Rites, and his wife were serving several maids next to the meal.

Ma Dongyang looked bad. After taking a few bites, he suddenly slapped his chopsticks, looked at Mrs. Ma, and said, "What are that evil son doing these two days?"

Mrs. Ma sighed and said, "Master, Bai'er is old and has her own ideas. Don't make too much demands on him, just let him go!"

"Hmph," Ma Dongyang snorted coldly, saying, "I have tried my best to do something for him and finally sent him to the Hanlin Academy. But today I heard from Lord Chen of the Hanlin Academy that he hasn't been to the middle of the day for ten days. What do he want to do?"

"Master!" Mrs. Ma complained: "You don't know Bai'er, just let him calm down for a while. He is unwilling to meet you for a while."

At this moment, a servant came in and said a few words in Ma Dongyang's ear. Ma Dongyang looked at Ma Ma and said, "Madam, I have some business for my husband, so I won't have dinner with you."

"Business matters," Mrs. Ma nodded virtuously and said, "Master, just go and do your business, don't have to accompany me."

Walking through the courtyard, coming to the study room, and pushing the door open and entering.

"master!"

There was a thin old man in the room, holding a hat in his hand, wearing a shabby short shirt, with broken marks on the corners of his shoulders and sleeves, with a lot of wood chips on his body, and a hatchet hanging around his waist, which was worn out, and his palms were opened, all covered with calluses.

Ma Dongyang nodded, walked to the desk and sat down, and said, "Old Yang, you are going to chop firewood again. If you have that free time, it's better to spend more time with your grandson."

"Master", Lao Yang's zombie face filled with a kind smile and said, "My grandson likes to sit next to me and watch me chop firewood, and I chop firewood every day."

"Oh..." Ma Dongyang shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "I remember when we all chopped firewood together, but in the blink of an eye, your grandson can chop firewood with you. When we are old, we are all old!"

Old Yang smiled honestly and said, "I think you are not sighing that you are old, but want to hold your grandson. I remember that the young master and the eldest lady of the Lin family have had a engagement since childhood. Now it's almost done. You can get married. At that time, you can hold your grandson!"

Ma Dongyang smiled and said, "I won't talk about this evil boy, but I'll talk about the serious business. You came to see me at such a big night. Is there something wrong there?"

Old Yang, who had been smiling, suddenly withdrew his sword and smiled. A strange color flashed in his turbid eyes. He was silent for a moment, and said, "The news came from the Qikill Palace that they failed to assassinate the mission. They made a mistake in their judgment and lost a warrior in the Hidden Qi Realm, and they had already refunded half of the reward!"

Ma Dongyang's expression changed slightly and he said, "Is that Gu Qingci so strong? He is indeed a famous scholar. No wonder he can achieve such great achievements at a young age. It's just a pity... Otherwise, he is really a pillar of the country!"

Old Yang blinked and said, "Then, master, what do we do now?"

Ma Dongyang said lightly: "Let's get it done once and for all, increase the rewards and let the Qisha Palace send two great practitioners to go there. In addition... Lao Yang, you haven't moved for many years, so you can't fight!"

Old Yang smiled slightly, his hand covered in black mud held the hatchet, pulled the collar of his clothes, and stood up slowly. Suddenly, a feeling of walking from the wind and rain came out, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Yang Bo, thirty years ago, a hatchet walked three thousand miles, but now thirty years have passed, but the hatchet has not rusted!"

That night, outside Chang'an City, there was a slum, where an old man with a thin but tall figure walked out. He had a hatchet hanging around his waist and a pair of old cloth shoes, slowly disappeared into the night.

This time, a legend that has disappeared for thirty years has emerged.

Thirty years ago, a master who used a hatchet crossed the night sky like a meteor, fleeting, but in that short period of time, he became famous. The world's No. 1 Feng Media Feng Manlou also appeared on the list of Fengyun thirty years ago, a name Yang Bo appeared at the same time!

Known as the Blade Sword!
Chapter completed!