Eternal gate

The snow was falling heavily, and Zhao Yun galloped his horse forward.

After finding his hometown, the way he swung his horsewhip showed his high spirits.

That's right, he is no longer the little kid he used to be.

At the age of fifteen, I spent ten years wandering outside.

The wind and rain on the road do not have the warmth of home. ??

He has come through this long journey.

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"Black Wolf Mountain."

"That's Black Wolf Mountain."

Even though it was covered with snow, he could still see the mountain that looked like a wolf's head. Back then, it was also a bandit's den, and he and his master burned it down.

Looking back at it this time, it is indescribably kind.

After ten years, I finally saw a familiar scenery.

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"He is alive, he must still be alive."

The broken little world of the Divine Dynasty is full of shouts and screams.

It is the Dragon Head Jade Seal. If he can be considered a member of the divine dynasty, he is the one with the highest seniority.

The Great Way of Heaven is out there! He fought against the God of Creation.

If you live a long life, you will have the knowledge and experience to live a long life.

Now at night, it circles Zhao Yun's grave, back and forth.

Even if it is a cenotaph, it will not hinder the flames of this tomb.

That is not the real fire, but the fire of Tao that is eternally reflected in the world.

"Where is he?" the gods asked one after another, their eyes shining.

"God knows." Longtou Yuxi coughed dryly.

After a few moments, it added the second half of the sentence, "Listen to me, you're right."

"Why don't you, old man, deduce it." Xiao Wuling said.

"I don't count." Longtou Yuxi was a little timid, not because he didn't know the art of deduction, but because he was afraid of reincarnation, so he shouldn't mess with anyone.

"If we find him in the restricted area, I'm afraid something will happen."

"Then let the changes come more violently!"

What kind of international joke are you kidding? That is an iron cloth shirt with a golden bell and a bell made of the reincarnation of heaven. God dare not act rashly, and the supreme inheritance is nothing.

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In winter, I will be covered with a three-layer wheat quilt, and next year I will sleep with steamed buns on my pillow.

The banker's land outside Wutong Town was covered with white snow.

This is a good sign, and there will definitely be a good harvest next year.

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"father."

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, Zhao Yun's call resounded through the sky.

One word contained ten years of longing, which brought tears to my eyes that could not be suppressed.

"Who is looking for dad so early in the morning?"

In winter, the quilt is warm and few people get up early.

Zhao Yun's voice is as rich as thunder, and is more effective than a rooster's crow.

Squeak!

On the street, doors opened in twos and threes.

Most of them were big men, wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, looking out.

As soon as I saw it, I saw a handsome horse galloping past against the wind and snow.

"Who is that?"

"It went by in a swish, no one could see clearly."

"Just now, did he call me daddy?"

The neighbors all looked at each other.

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It had been so many years since they had seen a strange face in this remote and remote area. Finally, one came, but he was looking for his father all the way.

"It's still early, let's get some sleep."

Many people cheered and retreated back into their houses.

"Eh?" A soft voice sounded quickly, and most of the closed doors opened again.

"Could it be Zilong?"

"It's been ten years, it's time to grow up."

"It's possible, go and have a look."

When I returned to my cage, my sleepiness was gone.

Neighbors ran out one by one and went straight to Blacksmith Zhao's home.

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Home.

Zhao Yun arrived home, but he stood at the door of his house like an ice sculpture.

The nest in his memory was just like it was in his memory. It was just above the door. There were two more white lanterns than before. The vague word "Dian" on the lanterns fell into his eyes and was more dazzling than the steel sword. It hurts.

"father."

Zhao Yun opened the door and rushed into the house like crazy.

It's a pity that his father is gone and only a memorial tablet remains.

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"The child is late."

The joy of calling daddy was gone, only the sound of crying became louder.

When the villagers arrived, Zhao Yun, holding the memorial tablet, was already crying.

"Zi Long."

Coach Lin also squeezed in, and everyone was stunned.

Even if his appearance changed, he could still recognize his disciple at a glance.

For ten years, he often went out to look for it, and his hair turned white.

He once thought that his disciple was long gone.

But today's large living people always made him feel like he was dreaming.

"child."

When Ye Banxian came, he was being held by Wang Xiaoguan, crying.

The old scholar who followed him was also gray-haired and was supported by Wan Xin all the way.

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Why!

No one is bothering Zhao Yun, just cry! Just cry.

If the blacksmith had a spirit in heaven, he would probably secretly wipe his tears.

His old bones have waited for the spring, autumn, winter and summer, and the flowers have faded and bloomed. Year after year, he still has not been able to wait until the child comes home and goes on the road alone.

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The snow is still falling.

An old tomb outside the village was also covered with a quilt.

That is the blacksmith's grave, the stele erected by Professor Lin, the name written by the old scholar, the paper money scattered by Ye Banxian, and the loess held by the fellow villagers.

Tiejiang Zhao is a simple and honest man! Picked up a good baby.

Wutong Town still exists today because of the merits he and his father planted back then.

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Zhao Yun was belatedly asked to kneel in front of the grave, wearing sackcloth and mourning, and did not get up for three days.

When the young boy left home and returned home, it took him ten years to prove the bitterness and pain of the words he learned from the book.

The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn’t stop

, The son wants to be filial but his relatives are not there.

His regret is not on the road, but in his hometown.

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On the fourth day, Coach Lin carried him home.

It was too cold; the child cried for too long and fainted in front of the grave.

Still no one bothered him. After a good sleep, he might be able to forget his grief.

That night, the small courtyard of the Zhao family was as quiet as death.

It wasn't until early morning that the clang of iron objects hitting each other came from the backyard.

It was Zhao Yun who was striking iron, hammer after hammer, all the same techniques his father had taught him. The difference was that there were more tears in the sparks between the iron and the iron.

He has three good masters! One was there to light the fire, the other was cooking porridge, and the other was holding a charm and a mahogany sword, praying seriously for blessings.

"The deceased is gone, I am sorry."

The old scholar had a kind face and spoke very gently.

His most proud disciple was probably stunned and could not speak for a long time.

Yes, he understands everything.

The person closest to him is gone, and I'm afraid the baby is still immersed in the memories of that year.

Looking like this really made him feel distressed.

They are all masters, so there is no one who doesn't feel pain. Who knows where their little disciple has been in these years and how much he has suffered. He is only fifteen years old, but his body is full of traces of the years. .

"Did my father leave any last words when he left?"

After a long time, Zhao Yun opened his mouth, speaking only a few words, hoarsely.

"When the blacksmith left, he was already unconscious. He just sat at the door of his house, hugging your childhood clothes, and muttered one sentence: My son, won the first prize."

Coach Lin tried his best to speak calmly, but Zhao Yun couldn't help but burst into tears.

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Time may not be a good medicine, but it can quietly soothe the pain.

When Zhao Yun left home again, it was the beginning of spring next year, and he came out carrying a hoe.

He had walked many country roads in those years.

Now when I leave, I am not in the same state of mind as when I came here.

There are many fewer people in the village, and there are also many more unfamiliar faces.

When the children saw him, they all looked curious, as innocent as he was back then.

"If you don't come to my wedding, I'll punish you with a pot." Wang Xiaoguan came up.

"I have to drink the wedding wine." Zhao Yun took it and drank it all in one gulp.

"Where have you been all these years?" Wang Xiaoguan asked in a low voice.

"Went to a far away place."

Zhao Yun's words were still so hoarse and full of bitterness.

He hated the way home, it was too long and far away, so far that even when he called daddy, he had to hear it in his dreams.

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On this day, there was an extra college student in the private school.

The teacher was Wan Xin, the granddaughter of the old scholar. Seeing Zhao Yun sitting in the hall, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but after only a moment, she took the ruler.

Even though he had learned poems and books, Zhao Yun still listened carefully.

Ten years later, he has changed, and so has the female gentleman. He is less cold and indifferent than before, and more graceful and beautiful than before.

"Why aren't you married yet?" Zhao Yun asked after class. \u003c

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"Waiting for the man of your dreams to come and marry you." The female gentleman whispered and smiled.

She also often dreams about doing shameful things with a man.

He said that one day he would meet and marry her. She believed him and was waiting silently.

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"Stand still."

"Don't be lazy."

Coach Lin, who is highly skilled in martial arts, is still the same strict teacher.

When Zhao Yun came, the old man was at the martial arts training ground, scolding his young disciples.

"Hello, senior brother."

The children are very sensible and bowed their hands even though they were far away.

The master said that this senior brother is a prodigy in martial arts.

"I haven't done anything in many years. Let's practice."

Coach Lin rolled up his sleeves and swung a spear.

"Okay." Zhao Yun took the shot steadily and showed off the Lin family's marksmanship.

"If you mess with me, Master will scold you." Coach Lin said seriously.

"clear."

"Look at the gun."

pound!

Wow!

With one move, the kids all raised their heads and watched the master fly out.

When he was done, he fell into the river with a pop. His spear flew further than he did and stuck on the stone bridge with a clang.

After many years, Zhao Yun is still so down-to-earth.

The master said he couldn't release the water, but he really didn't release the water.

It was this stick that made Coach Lin a little confused.

He was defeated. He was defeated. He didn't know where to follow him, so he was completely defeated.

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The fortune teller and his apprentice both knelt in front of the ancestor's memorial tablet in the middle of the night.

After calculating the divination three times for his disciple, the master almost died in the grave.

The old man stopped cursing and quitting Gua.

The incense must continue, and the mantle must be passed on to the disciples.

Zhao Yun did not quit the hexagram, but he poked a big hole in the secret of heaven.

His hexagram is no longer effective, and if he continues to calculate, the gods will suffer.

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"Sir, it's your turn."

"As you get older, you get sleepy easily."

The old scholar is not reading "Plum in the Green Ping" today, but is enjoying his leisure time and playing chess with his apprentice.

This is also a science.

You have to be proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

He also lost. He lost to his disciple in the field he was best at.

This kid has been wandering outside for ten years, and he has become more and more extraordinary. Not only can he learn everything quickly, he is simply a genius who has learned everything without a teacher.

God treated him well.

In the near future, this proud disciple of his will be unprecedented and unparalleled.

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"Dad, I'm leaving."

In the dead of night, Zhao Yun offered incense to his father.

It's still that tall horse, and he rides far away.

"My son, I won the first prize."

He kept his father's last words in mind.

This time, I want to bring him back as the top pick.