Campus belle's cultivation master

This is 2012, the coldest time of the year in the north, and the end of the 24 solar terms, the great cold.

As an old saying goes: the reverse of cold, it is called great cold. There has always been a folk saying "little cold, big cold, cold into a group".

But this year, it's very, very cold.

Cold wave southward, cold wind whistling thousands of miles, dripping water into ice, freezing. The meteorological station has repeatedly issued early warnings to prevent the disastrous weather of gale cooling and blizzard.

It's a special coincidence that the day before New Year's Eve, companies and department stores close down early. People rush home to drink a bowl of steaming Laba porridge and happily prepare for the new year. The streets are cold and quiet, and there are few pedestrians.

North China, Youzhou, Lingyan villa.

The buildings are well arranged and surrounded by mountains. There is only a winding mountain road leading to the outside world, which is like a natural harbor.

The snow was so white that even the branches were bent. Thick snow piled on the roof, like a whole white bean curd.

The red lanterns for the new year, stained with the enchanting bloodstains of frozen ice, were rolled out on the ground by the cold wind until they hit the stiff and cold corpse.

The scarred broken limbs and the fishy red blood turn the soft snow into hard and red ice, which decorates the vast land silently.

If you look down from the clouds at an altitude of 1000 meters, you can clearly see that a scarlet plum blossom has exploded in the depths of the silver mountain!

Bodies, bodies everywhere.

Blood, blood everywhere.

Stack together a few corpses slightly move, and then from the narrow gap, extremely difficult out of a very young palm.

"Help... Help me..." a faint hoarse cry for help, carried by the cold wind, rippling away.

In the distance, a faint shadow came slowly, trampling on the corpses, getting closer and closer

He was wearing a plush cloak, deer skin army boots and a Dongyi Samurai machete hanging from his waist. From the face, round face thick eyebrows, lips are very thin, with a trace of mean.

The state of Dongyi, the top expert of Guhe family, Guhe Kawa!

The man came near, leaned down slowly, grabbed the young palm and pulled it out.

"Ah."

With a cry of pain, the young man with pale cheeks and bloodstains knocked over the body and was dragged out from the bottom.

There was a terrible and ferocious wound across his chest, which cut off his sternum, turned his flesh out, and the blood of the wound was frozen.

The two men looked at each other for a while. The young man's chest heaved like a bellows, and his eyes showed endless panic: "don't... Don't kill me..."

Kawa Tanaka grinned, his moustache trembled, and immediately pulled out his machete from his waist.

Sharp blade, flashing dazzling cold light.

"Huaxia people, inferior race, livestock to be slaughtered, ha ha..." Gu he Chuanya said to himself, holding the young man's hair and pulling his head back.

It was an extremely humiliating gesture, like a chicken wringing its neck to be slaughtered, not even a prisoner kneeling to be executed.

The young man gasped, his throat rolled, and his white eyes turned up to see a vulture hovering in the sky.

Whoa!

Silver flash, gushing blood jumped four or five meters away.

The young man's limbs and muscles twitched, then his tight body collapsed, and the dead body fell down and did not move.

"Hoo." Tanaka turns the corpse out with one foot and looks up at the vulture hovering in the dark sky with a machete in his hand.

Blood drops along the blade, silent rolling. With a triumphant smile on his cheek, he stood quietly like a statue.

It's hard to predict that in the near future, Tanaka kawaya will also be killed by the proud son of the Chinese spiritual world on the Bank of the Qingjiang River, just like a pig or dog to be slaughtered. The scene is strange and similar to today's youth.

When he looks up at the sky for the last time, he will see the vulture hovering in the sky again

Fate, like a huge spinning wheel, goes round and round, never stops.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him. Kazuo Yamaguchi, wearing a two-layer coat, kept breathing hot air into his palm and slowly approached.

Kawabata Tanaka returns the machete to its sheath, turns around slowly, and his voice is hoarse: "Mr. Yamaguchi, I have sent someone to Lin's house in Hedong, and ordered Lin Zixuan to bow his head and tie his neck, and come to meet him on his knees."

Yoshio Yamaguchi was rubbing his hands to keep warm. When he heard this, his body became tense. He had a pale face, and a cold sweat rolled down his forehead

"From then on, it would be a great honor to see the strong people in Dongyi as if they could serve us as slaves, maidservants, tea and shoes." Kawabata Tanaka nodded his chin and said to himself, "Mr. Yamaguchi, if I remember correctly, is this Lin Zixuan's original words?"

Yoshio Yamaguchi suddenly returned to his senses. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. His voice was difficult: "no... yes, Lin Zixuan was defeated by me that day. He knelt down and begged for mercy. That's what I said..."

"Cough." He cleared his throat and opened his mouth carefully, "Mr. Gu He, China is vast and populous. As far as I can see, we have already achieved preliminary results. We might as well go back to Dongyi first, and then make plans later... "

This time, the Dongyi demon hunting group invaded China on a large scale. Shengxiong Yamaguchi was the leader in name, but the real core power was firmly in the hands of kawaya Tanaka.

"Mr. Yamaguchi, you are too cautious." Tanaka chuckled two times with disdain. He pressed the Dongyi machete on his waist with one hand and walked forward a few steps. "The consensus of commander Hatoyama and I is to take this opportunity to sweep across China's spiritual world and carry forward Dongyi's national power.

As you and I all know, the Chinese are born to be humble. They are of inferior constitution for practicing martial arts. They are only suitable for being slaves and maidservants. Now that you have this opportunity, why don't you just have a good time? "

Yamaguchi looked at the numerous corpses lying on the ground and took a breath: "Mr. Gu He, the Chinese are crafty and good at using deceit. We are in trouble if we rush forward in a hurry..."

"In the face of absolute strength, intrigue is vulnerable!" Tanaka Kawabata just interrupted the other party's words, looking arrogant and cracking the corners of his mouth, "what's more, I have already discussed with Commander Hatoyama about the problems you mentioned."

He trampled on the corpse at his feet, revealing a secret grin: "we need a obedient dog when the demon hunting group conquers the Chinese cultivation world. Lin Zixuan is regarded as the pride of heaven by Chinese practitioners. He is quite famous. He is really the most suitable candidate... "