In the winter of the first year of the Zhou Empire, it snowed in Weicheng.

For this military border town located in the northwest border area of ​​the Great Zhou Empire, the next snow seems to be nothing strange. Because the snow fell yesterday, the day before yesterday, it was also falling. Maybe it will fall tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. It will fall until the beginning of spring of the next year, and it will thaw until the Wei River, and the spring tide will not stop with rain.

But this mediocre snow that falls every winter breaks the decades of silence of the Great Zhou Empire.

This snow was like a stone smashing into the calm lake, or like a soldering iron thrown into the ice water. Layers of ripples and mist were pressed down on the Great Zhou Empire in a arrogant manner.

During an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. The first snowflake that caused the giant avalanche of the Great Zhou Empire fell from Yumen Pass not far from Weicheng. But they are not innocent, because those who are experiencing this avalanche are surviving under this avalanche and those who are wronged to live are innocent.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The first snowflakes were the twelve Beimang troops led by Shenrong Xuxuan of the Beimang Army. Under the cover of strong winds and heavy snow, they captured Loulan, a vassal state of the Zhou Empire overnight, and pointed the troops towards Yumen Pass, the northwest gate of the Zhou Empire.

Rather than saying that this war was like a snowflake falling on the northwest border of the Zhou Empire, it was better to say that this snowflake just opened up a signal that the winter was coming. Next was the beginning of the avalanche. It was the arrival of the winter that was frozen in the middle of the grass.

At the same time, in order to cooperate with the actions of Beimang, the monsters of the five southern borders, the islands of the East China Sea, and the Western Rong were preparing to fight against the borders of Zhou. They tried to follow Beimang and hand over the last fire for this giant that was about to fall apart in their eyes.

The Zhou Kingdom, which had been peaceful on the border for decades, was once again harassed by ants.

And the final result is whether the male lion crushes the ant colony or the ants divides the male lion and eats it. He doesn't care about these winter falls. He only cares about food and vegetables. He raises cats, feeds dogs, and chops firewood every day...&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The war at Yumen Pass was still burning in Xiongxiong, and the business of a tavern became increasingly deserted. As the temperature was no longer there, the sun slowly rose as if the white sun on both sides of the official road gradually increased. The servants of the wealthy families carried the hulls and pushed carts to the owner's house to move things. They could escape from this place of trouble as soon as possible. These people would not buy Dongluo's water and wine, so he couldn't be energetic to say hello to everyone.

"Brother Luo, when will you leave? We will leave the city tonight. My mother said she was going to go to Luoyang, the capital, to join a cousin from afar. Do you want to go with us? If it is too late, the curfew in Weicheng will not be able to get out." Next to the official road, a young man riding a horse came whipping the horse.

"Doudou, you guys go first! I'll go to Luoyang after I've finished selling the wine in this shop." Dong Luo put down a book in his hand and touched the black cat in his arms.

He said hello to him was the youngest son of Zhang Dahu's family in Qiancheng. It is said that a distant relative had become a small official in Luoyang, the capital of Shen. I guess this escape was for him!&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"The war is about to reach its doorstep, and every household is fleeing. Who has the spare money to buy your poor wine!" Doudou rode his horse and walked forward a few more steps, turned around, pointed at the ground with a whip.

"Doudou, although this wine is bad, it is good for him. I turned around and sent a servant to carry a jar to rinse my mouth for Uncle Zhang." Dong Luo touched the black cat in his hand and replied. Zhang Dou Dou is the best in the county school. After the provincial examination, he had the opportunity to be promoted by the county to go to the capital to take the scientific examination. It is said that he had already seen the path of learning during his practice and was about to enter the path of cultivation. In front of such young people with a great future, ordinary people dare not put on any stinking airs. But this definitely does not include Dong Luo.

When Dongluo's adoptive father, the original owner of this tavern, was still there, he also sent him to the county school to study, but he thought the content of the master in the county school was boring and far less fun than the grass that cattle and sheep had eaten. He taught the master in the county school verbally, and after leaving a huge reputation in the county school, he left without any storm.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Old Chen saw that he was smart and could make a calculation. If he didn't go, he wouldn't go! These days, there are many people who read, but more people who don't. He has never seen people who study to death, nor has people who don't study to starve to death. Everyone is still alive.

In the end, Old Man Chen left nothing. He taught him how to arch, horse, horse, archery, martial arts, and fight, hoping that he would have the power to protect himself at this border. He would not get into the pile of dead people anymore. This was his thought when he picked up the young Dongluo from the pile of dead people, but he never thought that he would get into the pile of dead people first.

"Brother Xie Luo, I'll send someone to pick it up. My father doesn't love anything else, just like you!" Zhang Doudou said goodbye to Dong Luo with laughter, patted his mount, and then dissolved into the white snow.

"Oh!" Dong Luo sighed, put the black cat on a bright wine table, picked up an old book in his hand and started reading it.

The book has become dilapidated, which is obviously caused by frequent reading. The handwriting on the shabby title page is soaked with wine, oil, sweat, and can't be seen clearly. Only the three words "The Revelation" can be vaguely distinguished.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"There is breathing between heaven and earth, and breathing is revealed between opening and closing, which is spiritual energy. Practitioners can use their minds to absorb the dispersed spiritual energy in the dantian and officially enter the state of practice."

"Breath?" Dong Luo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The air carrying snow particles passed through his mouth. After a brief heat of his throat, he poured coldly into his chest. He was so stimulating that he coughed and it took him a long time to recover.

Looking at the hot air that slowly rises out of his mouth, he murmured: "The breathing between heaven and earth? Is it wind? The wind moves with the air and comes from fire. The air disperses with the wind and stops when bounded by the water."

What is wind? What is qi? Dong Luo slowly closed his eyes and began to feel the breathing of heaven and earth silently.

Time always makes people unintentionally or soft. As winter passes day after day, there are few living people in the huge Weicheng. There are broken walls everywhere, and dilapidated doors and windows are silently telling the past that is not prosperous under the melting and falling snow layer, let alone the decaying status quo.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Dong Luo used a broom to sweep the snow that had just fallen at the entrance of a tavern last night and sweeps out a path that is barely for people to walk on. He stood by the broom and looked at one or two figures passing by the official road from time to time.

Occasionally, I would say hello to passers-by and chat for a few words.

The large army that fled for more than a month has been gone. Nowadays, most of these people are old, weak, sick and disabled. They either cannot keep up with the pace of the large army and have lost their troops, or they are reluctant to part of their own industries, and still have the hope of resisting the enemy outside the country's army.

However, with the collapse of Yumen Pass in the country, Yunzhong County, which faced Beimang iron hoofs behind Yumen Pass, panicked. This panic, which obviously threatens life, seems contagious no matter how you look at it, and those who try to stay and stick to their industries began to pack their bags and embark on the journey of escape.

The path outside a tavern for people to pass was swept cleanly, but Dong Luo understood that today should be like yesterday. No matter how clean the swept, no one would pass through it.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

As the sky became darker, Dong Luo put the door latch in and ended today's business in a hurry. A dog, a cat and a black ball were lying on the mattress next to the stove, quietly watching the sparks burning in the hearth.

"Big Hei, Er Hei, San Hei, when this winter passes, we will go to Luoyang. Ten years of raising a father and son, I should fulfill the old man's last wish for him, and I must fulfill it for him. Bi Jing, I am the only relative he has stayed in this world." Dong Luo's eyes drooped, and his tender face seemed unstable under the reflection of the fire.

The big black dog opened his clear eyes and looked at Dong Luo with a look of loss. He suddenly said, "Young Master, it's not just you who brought out of the dead, but me. Back then, I protected you all the way, and was seriously injured, and my realm dropped sharply, and I almost died. If it weren't for him, we would all die, so we must fulfill his last wish for him."

Under the burning of firewood, a special wood fragrance came, as if the long-lasting memories were drawn out of new pain. Dong Luo looked at the big black dog and said seriously, "I will definitely go back to that place."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"No, we will definitely go back." The big black dog narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

Dong Luo nodded and said to the black cat Hei fair: "Erhei, Sanhei, although it is the winter months that cannot wake up, can you not sleep every day? You should practice diligently? If I am twenty years old in the future and still cannot embark on the path of cultivation, I will rely on you to protect me. Look at you, I can't even say anything yet, can I lose my face? Look at the demon pet in the old Wang family next door, and I will speak in just a few months. Dahei, you should also guide them in their practice on weekdays."

The big black dog repeatedly replied: "Young master, monsters have to reach the Demon Yuan Realm before they can speak. Now they have just entered the Demon Spirit Realm, so they can speak so quickly!"

The fluffy Sanhei suddenly stretched out a pink little hand, pointed at Dong Luo, pointed at himself, then turned around and shook it at Dong Luo with his butt, as if saying, "You are not even as good as me, and you are so embarrassed to say that we are so embarrassed."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Dong Luo was amused by its strange and funny movements, and a faint feeling of loss that had risen earlier gradually came out of this small white house in the cold sky, and was then collected by the dark night.

Outside the house is white snow and dark night. Inside the house is bright lights, people who are about to fall asleep.

The lights like beans are swaying in the wind and are about to go out.

Dong Luo walked to the window, looked at the night sky, smiled freely, and whispered: "Old man, since you gave me a home, then I will send you home when the spring comes to come. This time, if there is still someone who doesn't let you go home, then those who are sons will not have a home either."

Dong Luo raised a wine glass and said to the night sky: "You ask me to sell you out the wine. I have sold it. The last pot left is for you, my father and son to drink it! Come on, my son, to you, to your golden swords and iron horses, to your freehand style, to your exile for three thousand miles without looking back."
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