Honghuang refers to the Pancontinent. The Jin tribe is located in the north of the Pancontinent. To the north of the Jin tribe is the Snow Country.

The raging snow is awe-inspiring, the world is desolate, the frost is cold in the middle of winter, and the snowfields for thousands of miles are silvery white with almost no color. Among the snowflakes in the sky, most of the snow country has frost platforms, and a roar cuts across the sky!

A young man, hunched over with his head lowered, stepped on a bloody corpse under his feet. The blood on the ground painted various patterns, mixed with a few white tendons, and the blood from the joints of the corpse.

It was pulled out from the hole. Broken bones in the limbs penetrated the flesh and were exposed outside.

The fat corpse lying on the ground didn't know what he had done before his death, and he was killed so cruelly. The young man who stepped on the corpse was breathing heavily. It was obvious that doing this was very exhausting. He panted for a while and raised his head, flashing a pair of eyes.

The eyes with white light spit out murderous intent, like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue, sweeping over the people standing in a row in the room, including his teacher and his classmates, and of course the teacher and classmates of the corpse under his feet, but now

It is no longer, here, we can only use "it".

The person standing at the front was tall and mighty, wearing a suit of armor. He was obviously a general with a high status. Unlike the people behind him whose legs were trembling, although he had been on the battlefield for a long time, he felt that the young man in front of him -

—His apprentice turned out to be more terrifying than any enemy he had ever seen on the battlefield.

The young man touched his hair. Among the black hair, a piece of silvery white hair was exposed where his palm had been wiped. The silvery white hair was mixed with the dirty blood from his fingers. The silvery white hair was mixed with the dark red dirty blood.

The combination looked extremely strange. The young man gasped and looked at the tall and mighty general. His beautiful eyes were as beautiful as a woman's, but now there was murderous intent, helplessness, and a kind of constant feeling in these beautiful eyes.

The long-term depression has been released and the satisfaction has been released.

At the boy's feet, an oval-shaped jade pendant lay in the blood. The snow-white jade surface had excellent light transmittance and emitted a faint blue light. The jade surface was embossed with the character "eight". Below the font was Snow Country.

The sacred flower, Snow Polygonum. On the top of the jade, the rope hanging the jade was broken in half, and the other half was tied around the boy's waist. A cold wind blew by, and the half-length rope swayed lonely in the cold wind.

But this half is too short after all, and no matter how strong the wind is, it can't make it dance gracefully.

Standing behind the general was a petite girl with beautiful long hair of the same color as the boy in front of him. Her wide eyes were filled with tears, and these beautiful eyes were mostly filled with fear.

Full, cute face was tensed up because of fear.

The door of the room was blown open a crack by the wind, and the wind and snow outside the door poured in, making the person who was shivering all over the body tremble even more. The girl's lips, which had been tightly closed, slightly opened a crack, and there was a warm feeling.

Wu came out of Ying's lips and said: "Bago, why are you so anxious?"

The young man took a step forward, not caring about the jade pendant that fell to the ground. He straightened his waist, raised his head, and said with a silly smile: "Am I anxious?" The young man who stood up straight looked a little thin, not like a man at all.

If we insist on looking at the person who cultivates immortality from the surface, we can only say that he has a unique temperament, but this temperament has been covered up by murderous aura. The young man continued: "I am still complaining that I started too late.

After saying this, he frowned slightly and said with a cry in his tone: "It would be better if I killed him one day earlier..."

At this time, someone in the crowd moved a step. It was a middle-aged man with a goatee who was also wearing a suit of armor. His legs were shaking just now. He stood out of the crowd resolutely and pointed at the man covered in blood.

The silver-haired boy said: "What kind of place do you think this is! How dare you be so presumptuous!" What he said is absolutely right. This is the inner courtyard of Shuangtai Academy. It only accepts less than fifty students every few years.

The best school in the Snow Country; on average, each student can be assigned four teachers, making it the school with the best teaching staff; all the teachers are celebrities in the Snow Country, those who teach them martial arts are generals, and those who teach them knowledge are elders. This is the Snow Country

The most famous university.

However, a murder occurred here that could be included in the history of the inner courtyard - during class, he openly provoked the teacher and killed his classmates!

The murderer stood in front of this group of people, and broke the limbs of the deceased in front of them, pulled out the deceased's tendons, and tore out the deceased's throat. But none of the elites of the Snow Country dared to step forward.

Prevent.

The general who was standing at the front whispered to Goatee: "Don't you know yet, this is the real Eight Princes."

Goatee was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and said to the young man in front of him who was the prince: "The emperor broke the law because of..." He lost his voice before he finished what he wanted to say. The young man pointed at Goatee with his chin.

At that moment, he rushed up, stretched out his palms to hold Goatee's head, and pressed it hard to the ground. After a crisp sound, the man standing behind Goatee was covered with a piece of red and white liquid.

, the liquid is still steaming.

This group of future elites were already so frightened that they didn’t know how to deal with it. Instead, they looked at the young man’s face coldly, then looked from the young man’s face to the young man’s hands, and then saw from the young man’s blood-covered hands that there was something wrong with him.

Then they bent over and vomited. Their minds went blank.

The silver-haired boy's mind vaguely recalled that when he first entered the inner courtyard, when he was talking about the structure of the human body, a teacher said, "A person's hands are as big as his face." Then the teacher stretched out his hand and spread his fingers to cover his own.

Face, and the teacher was lying under the silver-haired boy at this time, with one finger stretched forward, but there was no such suitable face for him to cover with his hands.

The young man straightened up again, faced his classmates who were still vomiting, and smiled contemptuously. At this time, the tall general standing just a fist away from him sighed and looked up at the sky: "What are you doing?

Already?"

The young man turned his head and looked at him and blinked in confusion. If it weren't for the blood stains on the ground, he would have been misunderstood as a word of concern, although there was an element of concern in the words.

The young man raised his left hand, but it was stretched out towards the cute girl standing behind the general.

The girl did not move, but let the silver-haired boy's left hand gently place on her head. The boy's left hand passed through the girl's hair, then across her cheek, and then fell gently, but the girl's hand did not move.

There was no trace of blood on the boy's left hand.

The young man looked at the general next to him in confusion and said, "Teacher, what do you want to do?" The young man's only teacher in the inner courtyard who used the word "you" stood in front of him. He never looked at the young man and sighed again.

He said calmly: "I can't let you continue to be rampant here anyway!"

Two years have passed since what happened that day...

On this day two years later, the sky was not very dark, but the snow fell very heavily. The patches were like cotton just pulled out of a cotton ball. They were pure and without any flaws, and fell on the boy's equally flawless silvery skin.

On short hair.

He was sitting at a desk by the window. There was a cup made of bamboo tube on the table. Inside the bamboo tube was light brown milk tea. The heat wafting from the smooth surface was mixed with the indescribable aroma formed by the tea and milk. The young man

There is a piece of letter paper in front of me, and I hold a non-dry pen in my white hand. I think for a while and add a few words on the paper, and then think for a while. There is a crow parked on the frame of the window, and the crow's dark feathers make an incredible sound.

There is a purple light, and there is a circle of white hair around the eyes, which is raised upward like a human phoenix eye, so this kind of crow is called Baimei. At this time, it is combing the feathers under its wings with its pointed beak. Crows are generally social animals,

But here there is only one.

"Ling'er, it's about to begin." Sitting at the Eight Immortals table behind the young man was a man in armor with a domineering look on his face. From his aura alone, it was obvious that he was a battle-hardened warrior.

The young man did not look back. He paused again and said: "Come on, master, I am not the first to appear in this graduation competition, and this letter." The young man paused, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and then

Said: "And I have been waiting for this letter for a long time."

The general picked up the wine on the side and took a sip. His name was Lang Jing. He was the head of the twelve generals of the Snow Country. He held the greatest military power in the Snow Country. He was one of the instructors of the inner courtyard of the Snow Country and the master of the young man in front of him. Lang

While drinking, Jing glanced at another piece of paper on the table in front of the young man and hummed: "You've been back for almost half an hour with just two lines of words."

The young man wrote four words on the signature line in a hurry, put away the pen, rolled the written letter paper into a bamboo tube, and asked: "Has it been so long?" As soon as he finished speaking, the letter paper in his other hand was already about the thickness of his little finger.

Then, the crow that was standing on the window lattice jumped to the boy's hand, opened its beak and caught the bamboo tube in the boy's hand, raised its head and swallowed it in its stomach, then jumped and flew out of the window.

went.

Looking at the crow that had disappeared, the young man breathed a sigh of relief as if he had received an amnesty. He picked up another piece of letter paper at hand, glanced at the angular font on it with a smile, and put it in his arms. Lang Jie looked at it

Looking at the young man's appearance, he couldn't help but think of his own past. He smiled and said, "Actually, there is no need for you to participate in this competition."

The young man thought for a while and just replied to Lang Jing: "I need someone to follow me to find the Fox of Qingqiu." The king of the Snow Country was named Sikong. According to legend, the first Snow King of the Snow Country was His Highness the Jade Emperor, Sikong Shi.

First, when the next generation comes, he will cherish the true love in the world and not want to return to heaven, so his descendants will also be named Sikong, and the eighth prince will be named Sikong Bingling.

Lang Jing moved his eyebrows and said: "You bastard, you have been so troublesome since two years ago."

Sikong Bingling chuckled and said, "Actually, I haven't been a good boy since I entered the inner courtyard, but you guys haven't noticed."

Lang Jing said: "Are you looking for the Fox of Qingqiu because of your sister?"

Sikong Bingling nodded undeniably and said: "Nine princesses, nine-tailed fox, don't you think they are a good match?" There is a fox in Qingqiu.

insanity.

Lang Jing smiled. He knew about the relationship between the brother and sister. The nobles in the palace all had many children and many daughters. During this period, they would inevitably plot against each other for money, power, but this pair was different.

Supporting each other. This time, Sikong Bingling learned the news about the Qingqiu Fox that had not been seen for a hundred years from some unknown source, and then, like ordinary passionate young people, regardless of whether the news was true or false, or how dangerous the matter was, he

got in.

Thinking of this, Lang Jing couldn't help but smile again, perhaps laughing at the young man's overestimation of his own abilities, or perhaps laughing that he had done something like this before.

Looking out through the window, there is a petite white figure illuminating the dim street corner, appearing in the eyes of the young man. The white palace dress is wrapped in tofu-like white and tender skin, and the snow-white silver hair is different from the two.

, which is exactly the same color as Sikong Bingling's hair, and a snowflake fell on her long black eyelashes, which is different from the above three colors.

Astonishingly, this was a cute girl. The girl blinked gently, shook off the snow flakes on her eyelashes, smiled at Sikong Bingling, turned around and disappeared into the alley, making people want to catch her like snowflakes melting.

If you don't stop, it will only leave a helpless stain in your heart.

Sikong Bingling stretched out his hand to call the girl and stopped it in mid-air. He looked up and saw that the girl disappeared in the direction of the martial arts arena at Shuangtai, the capital of the Snow Country...

In the thatched house after the young man left, the milk tea on the Eight Immortals table was still steaming intermittently in the depth of winter.

The figure of the young man was blurred in the wind and snow, and in the opposite direction from where the young man left, a new set of footprints appeared, extending bit by bit into the thatched house. Lang Jing, who was sitting on the chair, was still sitting there.

The chair remained untouched. Another glass of wine was poured into the wine glass in front of him, with a sad look on his face until the owner of the footprints opened the door and stood in.

The sadness on Lang Jing's face was slightly relieved, as if he had been waiting for the owner of the footprints in black robe to appear. I saw the man in black robe sweeping the snow on his shoulders, slowly sitting opposite Lang Jing and staring at

As the heat of the milk tea on the table slowly disappeared, he asked in a dull voice: "Has the Eighth Prince just left?"

Lang Jing nodded and said nothing.

The man in black robe was silent for a while and then asked: "How many people has the prince killed since his blood receded two years ago?"

Lang Jing sighed softly and raised four fingers, moving his hand back and forth four times. After a moment of silence, he said, "Is what is about to happen really related to the Eighth Prince?"

The man in black robe nodded and said: "It is indeed related to the prince, and the prince is a very critical step."

Lang Jing clicked his tongue and asked, "Are we going to get rid of him?"

The man in black robe smiled and shook his head and said: "On the contrary, from today's stargazing, although the Eighth Prince is an important link, the fall of the weak Eighth Prince will speed up things. The stronger the Eighth Prince, things will happen.
Chapter completed!