There has just been a heavy snowfall in the northern part of Yuzhou Province. Thousands of miles of fertile soil are covered with silver, and hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers are covered with snow.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the section of National Highway 107 south of Pingyang City was closed due to heavy snowfall. The Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway was closed, and countless vehicles poured onto the national highway. Three car accidents that happened to occur under the bad road conditions made it even more difficult.
This section of the road is severely congested in both directions, with traffic stretching for several kilometers.
No one would have thought that in this congested traffic flow, there would be more than a hundred luxury cars and commercial vehicles from all over the country.
Seeing that they don’t know when the road will be opened, these wealthy and expensive people in luxury cars finally lost their composure and took out their mobile phones to contact everyone they could. They tried every means at all costs to try to reach the road in the shortest possible time.
We had to leave here within a few seconds, and some people even got out of the car and walked on...
They just want to meet one person and witness one thing.
That person is twenty kilometers away.
That place is a little-known little village.
To the west of the village, next to a small river ditch that has been dry for who knows how many years, under a few towering poplar trees holding up the snow, there are two new graves covered with thick snow.
Between the two tombstones, a pile of paper was burning in the biting cold wind.
A young man in his thirties, wrapped in a black down jacket and with a short crew cut, was kneeling in front of the fire, holding a wooden stick in his right hand and gently stirring the fire. His expression was indifferent, and his handsome face was as pale as paper.
There was an unusually unhealthy red light in his eyes.
Not far away, a short old man with white hair and beard wearing a dark blue coat stood in the biting cold wind, looking calmly at the undulating silver-covered mountains in the northwest.
Suddenly, the young man whispered without looking back: "I don't believe this is a divine punishment."
The old man sighed softly and said quietly: "Who among the Qimen would believe in the theory of destiny? I can understand your current mood, but there is no way to fix the matter at this point. For your own sake, you must not be too sad.
Don’t think too much, be sure to calm down and get rid of your inner demons.”
"Inner demon?" The young man coughed lightly, raised his hand to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corners of his lips, and said, "Tell me, what exactly is trickery?"
The old man hesitated and said, "Chi You!"
"As expected..." The young man showed a bitter and understanding smile.
"The distinction between good and evil in the world does not lie in skills, but in people."
"I know." The young man nodded slowly.
The old man frowned slightly, his expression suddenly stern, he hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to help the young man, and said urgently: "Chunfeng, steady your mind, the void is like you, the great freedom is not there, Chunfeng..."
However, the young man kneeling in the snow had his eyes closed tightly, and his breath was gradually passing away...
Heavy snowflakes fell one after another.
Over the congested National Highway 107, several helicopter engines roared, and their rotors violently tore through the snowy curtains flying in the sky. Under the surprised gazes of many people, they slowly landed on the wheat fields covered with white snow on both sides of the congested National Highway.
In the middle, thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
However, those people in the luxury cars who were anxiously waiting for the helicopter to arrive shook their heads at this moment and told them to go down and let the helicopter return. There was no need for it.
People who had abandoned their cars and driven far away on foot were now standing in the snowy fields.
"he died!"
"What a wonderful man. It's a pity and a shame."
"Within thousands of years, I don't know if another person with such amazing talent and beauty will be born in Qimen Jianghu. If nothing happens, he should be the most likely person in hundreds of years to touch the realm of 'Return to Truth'... It's a pity.
, what he practices is trickery; it’s a pity that the world is dangerous and people’s hearts are unpredictable.”
"There is no good or evil in magic, only good or evil in talents. Why should the world be like this..."
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When Su Chunfeng died, some people in the Qimen Jianghu were happy and some were worried!