Chapter 775: Our clan stands here in the wind and snow!
The sky of Liaodong is as blue as a clear mirror, and the mountains of Liaodong are magnificent, like soaring dragons, with lush green peaks standing side by side.
When they arrived in western Liaoning, Luo Chen and his companions saw the cities once built by the Yan people. Most of them were low cities, the tallest of which was no more than three meters high. They were compacted layer by layer of mud. Perhaps thousands of people had lived here in the past, but as the Yan people moved south, they had become somewhat dilapidated under the rain, snow, wind and frost.
The heavy rain washed away the deserted huts, leaving behind some ruins. The city walls and the city were all overgrown with weeds. There were even wild foxes that appeared, dragging the carcass of a pheasant, leaving two lines of blood. Walking outside the city, one could vaguely see graves everywhere, with pits left in some places. The living migrated and died, but the dead could only stay here. Perhaps all their descendants had died out.
Luo Chen said with some emotion: "A few barren hills, a few names, the Yan people left so decisively without any regrets. For the Yan people, this is not the hometown where they have lived for a hundred and fifty years, but a devilish land that devours people's hearts and blood."
Everything in the old Yan State was filled with a sense of decadence. Even a straight and flat road had never been seen here. Luo Chen could feel the hardship of life for the Yan people from this place.
There is a slightly flat path leading out of the city, which was trampled out by the people in the city and the villages. At this moment, it is also overgrown with weeds, and the sides of the road are even up to the waist. It is late autumn, and there are fallen leaves hanging on the ground, the roots and stems are withered and yellow, and one or two immortal grass insects are making their last wailing calls.
In Jicheng, Yan State, Murong Chengguang was ruling in the palace. He calculated the time and knew that Luo Chen and others should have reached the old place in Liaodong where Yan State once lived. After talking with Luo Chen, Murong Chengguang was deeply inspired and broadened his horizons in the world. He also had his own new judgment. Luo's relocation to Liaodong was the most significant benefit to Yan State. When Murong Chengguang talked to Luo Chen that day, he showed disdain for the Hu people, but it was just a gesture. As a general who came out of Liaodong, he knew the bravery of the Hu people in Liaodong best. "Duke Zhao, the mountains and rivers of Liaodong will eventually return to our Yan State, and our Yan emperor will be the highest Khan of the Hu people. If one day, our Yan State can control the 72 tribes of the grassland, and You and Ji, who can stop our Yan State from unifying the world?"
Half a year has passed since they set out from Zhaocheng. Now Luo Chen and others have reached the northernmost part of the Yan State. Liaodong is vast, and the Yan State only controls a part of it. The so-called White Mountains and Black Waters, the Changbai Mountains are not the northernmost place.
Luo Chen's face has become dark, no longer the elegant and graceful appearance of the Luo family's son. He holds a hatchet in his hand, his skin is cracked, and there is even dirt in the cracks. His hands, which were once slender and fair and only slightly trained in martial arts, are now rough. Neither the Luo family's genes nor their supernatural powers can save Luo Chen. The same is true for all the brave warriors. When they reach Changbai Mountain, they naturally do not go up the mountain, but walk north along Changbai Mountain and the river.
In Wu County, east of the Yangtze River, the autumn atmosphere is not obvious here, and the warm sun is still scorching. Luo Xi is dressed in white, clean and tidy. He lies in a black oil-paper boat, closing his eyes slightly and enjoying the quietness of the afternoon. In today's Wu Kingdom, Lu Xun is so powerful that he was united by Lu Su and exiled to Xuzhou. He served as the governor of Xuzhou as the commander-in-chief and had to withdraw from the fight for the throne. Luo Xi doesn't care about these things. What he cares about is where the hundreds of clansmen who went to Liaodong have gone and what hardships they have experienced. The sunlight shone down and dazzled his eyes. He raised his hands to block the sunlight. His hands were well-defined, white as jade, and looked very beautiful.
After entering the extreme north of Liaodong, the geomancy map drawn by the State of Yan has completely lost its effect. This place is a dead end for any outsider. In the land of Liaodong, the vast tracts of wasteland, ice fields, forests and mountains will make every outsider who enters here pay with his life!
The Luo family should have done the same, but Wang Wenjun was a natural daughter of ice and snow in the north. The talent for falling geese and the talent for keeping warm that she bestowed on the Luo family were the basis for the Luo family to come to Liaodong.
Luo Chen stood on a high rock, stretched out his hand and activated the Sumeru Mustard Seed. Then the magic staff suddenly appeared in his hand, inlaid with gold and gems, showing its dignity and solemnity. He hit it heavily on the rock, making a sound like gold and stone, and even poked a hole in the rock.
When King Zhaosheng held the magic staff, it was as if King Su himself had come to the world; when the head of the Luo family held the magic staff, even if he ordered the execution of the emperor, the armies would march forward!
Luo Chen's voice spread among hundreds of brave warriors, "My fellow soldiers, according to the order of the Emperor Su Wang and my father, our family moved to Liaodong and built a city between the White Mountains and the Black Water. Behind us is the Changbai Mountains, and to the north is the Black Water. Late autumn is over and winter is coming. I will call the Liaodong gods here. My fellow soldiers, follow the Saker Falcon."
After he finished speaking, Luo Chen let out a loud roar, and dozens of Saker Falcons circled in the blue sky, their cries rising one after another. All the brave warriors cheered loudly. Saker Falcons are known as divine birds in the world, not to mention that in the Luo family, they are the objects of worship second only to the phoenix.
The Saker Falcon, which always walks alone, was called here and flew into the sky, while Luo Chen and others kept walking and tracking on the ground. When it was time to eat, the Saker Falcon spread its wings and disappeared in front of everyone, and reappeared in a moment with hares, pheasants, etc., cutting off their heads, opening their chests, eating their hearts and livers, and tearing their flesh. Its cruelty and bloodthirstiness made people afraid.
When the first gust of cold wind appeared between Luo Chen's brows, he knew that winter had come. The beginning of winter had arrived. When he was in Zhaocheng, there was no snow at this time of year, but this was Liaodong. When the fluttering snowflakes fell at this time of year and the world was covered in white, Luo Chen knew the Yan people's need for warmth.
Luo Chen still remembered what was recorded in the family history book, that his ancestor Wenjun "wore barefoot in the white crystal, and danced gracefully, without letting go of the cold."
Naturally, the descendants' art of keeping warm is not so exaggerated and magical. At least Luo Chen is now wearing only a brocade fur coat standing in the cold wind and snow, and he feels extremely cold. The wind from the far north seems to be able to penetrate the brocade fur coat and pierce the skin and bones, making people feel cold. Only by wearing clothes made of animal fur can they feel that the blood is still flowing in the meridians, roaring like mercury. The Luo family no longer have any elegance and grace. They are almost like the Hu people in the mountains, eating raw meat and drinking blood.
At this time, there were no birds flying in the mountains and rivers of Liaodong, and the mountains and forests were all white. Everything was quiet, and even the Saker Falcon could not fly for long in the cold sky. With heavy snowfall in Liaodong, Luo's marching speed was greatly reduced. The snow in Zhaocheng could freeze the Yellow River and freeze people to death, but the snow in Liaodong, the whistling cold wind rolled up the crystal white snow and could freeze people into ice crystals. If you put your fingers outside, you can't flex or stretch them in a moment, and frostbite will appear in a moment, and the pain and itching are unbearable.
In the heavy snow, the Luo family members walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, wrapped tightly in leather clothes and thick brocade fur coats, in the clean white sky and earth, with snow and frost hanging on their bodies. Occasionally, there were the roars of jackals, tigers and leopards, but when they saw groups of soldiers, they hid in the forest and did not come out. The sky and the earth were all white, with only the traces of pedestrians.
In the Wei Palace, there were warm dragons on the ground. Red-hot charcoal was placed in a brazier, and the rising heat enveloped the palace. Cao Rui and other ministers wore single clothes and drank fine wine and enjoyed venison that could make people warm. Dancers danced in the palace, and the sound of stringed instruments was endless. Cao Rui laughed loudly, drank the wine, and said to a rather elegant man in the palace: "Uncle Wang, I heard that in the early Han Dynasty, Dong'a Mu Hou always wrote poems for Emperor Wen of Han to congratulate the world. You are the crown of Wenzong in the world today. It is snowing heavily now. Such a beautiful scenery is really refreshing. Uncle Wang, can you write a snow poem for my Great Wei to praise my Great Wei's prosperity?"
Cao Zhi did not expect Cao Rui to have such an idea. He agreed after a moment's hesitation. He had long wanted to compose a poem about such a beautiful scene of heavy snow. "Your Majesty, please drink some wine. I will think for a moment and present to Your Majesty the poem "Snow Scenery in Chang'an, Great Wei"."
In the palace, there was joy and beating of drums, rustling snow, mellow wine, delicate beauties, and elegant poetry. What could be more intoxicating in the world than this?
How long did we walk in the snow?
No one knows, only that the sun rises and sets, and that the heavy snow never melts, but accumulates more and more. The Luo family moved to the area between the white mountains and black waters, but at this moment Liaodong is full of white mountains. The words "silver-clad" are not enough to describe it, only the vast expanse of white is the most appropriate.
"hiss."
The cold and almost stiff hands holding the slightly hot rabbit leg produced a needle-like pain, which made the brave warrior unable to help but throw the steaming rabbit leg on the snow. He hurried to pick it up, but his steps were a little inconvenient, and his feet were a little stiff due to the cold. Then he saw another hand picking up the rabbit leg. He looked up and saw that it was the head of the family, Luo Chen. Just as he was about to salute, Luo Chen held him down and said with a smile: "Some hot food is not easy to get. It is all the boys who work hard to get it. Next time, hold it firmly and don't eat the mud on it."
As he spoke, Luo Chen used the knife at his waist to cut off the part of the rabbit leg that was stained with a little snow mud, rubbed it on his body and ate it himself, then handed the remaining rabbit leg back to the brave warrior and took out a piece of spicy seasoning and said, "Apply it on it, your body will be warmer."
Looking at the leaving figure of the patriarch, tears welled up in the warrior's eyes. He was afraid that he would freeze into ice crystals in this cold weather, so he quickly raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears. He felt that his body seemed to have regained some temperature. This was not an illusion. Luo Chen had the characteristic of cold resistance, which could make people more resistant to the cold. He walked tirelessly among the warriors just to keep his people warmer. He couldn't say how effective it was, but at least they wouldn't freeze to death wearing brocade furs. Once the city was built, he would be able to take care of more people.
The winter in the northeastern Liaodong Kingdom is really too long. When the Great Cold is over but the land is still covered with heavy snow, Luo Chen may feel desperate. When the sound of the river resounds in everyone's ears and the ice surface is hammered hard, revealing the black water, looking up, the wide and winding river like a dragon is frozen and covered with heavy snow, but there are no trees on it and it winds like a dragon.
Luo Chen felt his whole body relax. After traveling day and night for a whole year, he finally reached the Black Water. The nerves had been tense for a whole year and he was really exhausted. All the brave warriors stood on the ice, looked at each other, and then looked at the head of the family, Luo Chen.
Luo Chen knelt on the ice with a plop and opened his arms. His voice was already hoarse, but he roared at this moment, venting the depression and grief he had been feeling for a long time. "Supreme and Most High Su King, 532 people set out from Zhaocheng and it took a year to finally reach the White Mountains and Black Waters. Twenty-seven of our people died. This Chen is unworthy. All the people in our people have died. Now our descendants stand on the Black Waters and respectfully request to be worshipped. May Su King live forever. Please open the altar!"
The brave warriors were silent. They took down the 27 altars from the car and placed them on the ice. They gathered in a circle. Luo Chen held the magic staff in his hand. Despite the severe cold, he took off his leather coat and put on the magic robe. He said solemnly: "All the heroic spirits and gods, we have lived up to your wishes and arrived on the Black Water on the day of Shen Hai. Now we offer sacrifices to you. You can rest in peace. Our tribe will build a city here, and all the heroic spirits and gods will stand in the new city. May the heroic spirits return, and may the heroic spirits be at peace."
There are countless ancient rituals and sacrificial methods in Luo State. All brave warriors performed the most ancient ritual of crossing their hands and bowing their heads, chanting in unison: "Heroic souls return, heroic souls rest in peace!"
The sound of the wind swaying and whimpering echoed in everyone's ears. The pines, cypresses and poplars on the distant mountains on both sides of the river swayed in the wind, and the snowflakes on them fell down. Looking at this vivid scene, Luo Chen gripped the magic wand in his hand even tighter. All the brave warriors knelt on one knee on the ground. Have the heroic spirits of the deceased tribesmen really returned?
After the short, simple but solemn ceremony, the biggest problem was placed before everyone, that is, to choose a suitable place to build a city. It must be easy to defend and difficult to attack, have an inexhaustible water source, and have land that can sustain food for tens of thousands of people. Along the way, Luo Chen already had an idea in his mind. The most suitable one is to build a mountain city to protect the Luo family, and then build a connecting city at the foot of the mountain. Mountain cities are difficult to build, and the first one to be built should be a city that can gather the clansmen, which is also the ultimate goal of everyone going first.
It is hard for ordinary people to imagine how far the Luo family migrated. The State of Yan had been established in Liaodong for 150 years, but had never been here. There were only endless wild beasts and Hu people who ate raw meat and drank blood. The Hu people here survived by fishing and hunting. Each of them was extremely strong, and those with a weak constitution would not be able to survive.
Migrating along the tributaries of the Heishui River, Luo Chen finally selected a location for building the city, a place surrounded by mountains and rivers. He took out a large number of tools from the ring and the cart. At this moment, Liaodong was still covered with snow, so construction was naturally impossible. The soldiers set up tents to keep out the cold, as a short escape from the cold. One team went hunting, one team went to break the ice to catch fish, and another team went to collect dry firewood to make a fire.
A city, with a wall surrounded by wooden fences, less than a person's height, and hundreds of wooden houses standing on the land after the snow. Luo Chen told everyone that this city was called - Winter.
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At the end of the Han Dynasty, there were four poles in the world: Liaodong in the far north, Qiongzhou in the far south, Binhai in the far east, and Xiyu in the far west. Luo first built the Wushuang in the Western Regions, and then built Liaodong Winter, which was the coldest winter. His brilliant achievements and lofty glory are unmatched in ancient and modern times. Only two or three people can compare with him, and he is also worthy of being listed as the first-class in history! - "Longevity in the Late Han Dynasty"
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