snow every week

Chapter 63

The deep and cool air didn't last long before Song Yuan landed gently.

Looking around, there was neither snow nor valley, a round of yellow sun hung in the sky, the trees were horribly tall, and strange birds and beasts passed by, making Song Yuan's eyes widen in amazement.

But these things don't seem to be real. Song Yuan stretched out his hand to touch a bush, but he didn't really feel like touching the object.

He stood there blankly for a while, not knowing where to go, looking into the distance, he saw a small snow-white peak.

The abrupt, familiar little peak.

He didn't think about it, and went after Xiaofeng.

Song Yuan was infatuated slowly, unaware that the surrounding scenery changed from hot to cold in a short period of time, and he only walked forward with expectations wholeheartedly.

Finally, he stopped.

He saw a human snake with red hair and green tail entangled on the towering peak. He couldn't see his face clearly, and a man with an unidentifiable animal head came from afar, holding two egg-like eggs in his arms. object.

He saw how the two eggs were buried, how the man-snake avoided the thunderbolt on a sunny day, and how the falling snow blocks screamed and crashed into the sky resolutely.

His strength is still a hundred times stronger than snow and snow, but each time he becomes weaker and weaker.

"boom--"

Until the third time, the seemingly indestructible snow mountain suddenly collapsed like fate.

The human snake also collapsed to the ground, panting and laughing.

Those chaotic old sayings, compared to the storyteller's high-sounding borrowing, are more like curses full of hatred and joy, cursing this cruel sky and cursing one's own unchangeable fate.

But He laughed out loud again, this was a smug laugh, laughing wildly, laughing as a legacy, laughing at the stupidity of the sky.

Because the ray of light that escaped fate leaked from the sky, and finally shone on the snow where the secret was buried.

Song Yuan stared at him blankly, something began to surge in his heart, hot blood was bubbling, he looked at the red-haired and green-tailed human snake, opened his mouth, and uttered the same chaotic old saying, this time, He knew the meaning of this sentence.

"Father."

Then the red-haired and green-tailed human snake suddenly looked back, and the snake-like pupils captured him, as if through these virtual images, he could clearly see Song Yuan's face tens of thousands of years later.

But at this time, everything around him began to fade, like a picture scroll soaked in water, blurred into a swaying strange picture, until it disappeared completely.

At this time, only Xuedi and Song Yuan were left in the empty space, and his mind suddenly became blank, and only one name was left—Xuexue. He hesitated and walked forward for some distance, but was inadvertently Trapped in a pale but familiar valley, it took a few turns before I felt something strange under my feet.

This piece of snow does not exist, so it is not cold, but Song Yuan dug it up and saw two eggs.

One is crimson and the other is snow white.

As soon as he saw it, there was a voice in Song Yuan's heart, asking him to smash that snow-white egg.

The voices sounded from every part of his body, they had flowed through his spiritual roots.

Song Yuan's eyes were empty, he lowered his head, gently picked up the white egg, gently ironed it with his warm palm, lifted it up, and held it in front of him.

Like snow, pale and fragile.

He didn't remember anything, but when he looked at it, he suddenly smiled slightly.

The puddle of water that had been rippling in his eyes finally poured down heavily and completely.

Like warm raindrops, human feelings seep into this womb of God.

snow snow.

snow snow.

Xuexue often thinks that if Ah Yuan is suffering, she can be by his side.

He is best at slapping the head of his prey.

After a long time, he went down the mountain, he was captured, he knew more about A Yuan, he still thought so.

It would be great if Ah Yuan was there when he was suffering, his claws would be sharpened, he would learn a lot of very powerful words, make others speechless, and make Ah Yuan happy every day.

Later, he was going to do some kind of ceremony, and those white beards told him that he didn't have to do anything, just wait, and he still thought about it.

if......

what if?

Who?

He woke up, blocked the raging flames with one arm, and threw the pair of humans out of the barrier with the other.

The pair of humans landed at the foot of the mountain in shock, and knelt down to the top of the mountain tremblingly. The male suddenly vomited blood again, and the female was startled.

They opened their mouths, chattered some human words, and made a few bending movements.

For some reason, the human snake understood most of it.

"...If you wish, I will do the work of a dog and a horse..."

He didn't know that this was the most worthless and hypocritical courtesy of the escaped cunning human race. The human snake's heart is simple. He beat his grumpy younger brother, and he was sad and dazed for a moment, so he seriously remembered his wish.

What wish?

He ate well and slept well. After his younger brother died, there was nothing on the snow-capped mountains that could beat him, so he should have lived happily ever after.

But his heart was empty, so empty that he was afraid, as if something had been gouged out by someone, he would rather leave that bright red heart that he could secretly feel should be swallowed by him, without looking back. leave.

He doesn't want to stay here anymore.

He thought, well, just do this kind of work for me.

If a human promise is hypocritical and trivial, the promise of a god-to-be can make it a reality.

When the man-snake woke up again, he was no longer a man-snake.

He forgot again that he was just living as a child, still doing nothing, holding a piece of iron around and waving it casually, and someone would say he was a genius.

But such days are not common, more often, he needs to sleep in a dark place.

After sleeping for a long time, it becomes worse when I wake up.

The two people called parents call this kind of thing retreat.

It turned out to be so boring.

Strange, why is there "original"?

After the person who needed to call his parents died, he discovered that he was not in retreat all the time when he was sleeping, and sometimes there was another person in his body to take care of him.

That would be the best, and he happily went on to sleep.

Until one year, he just woke up who didn't know how to refuse, and was coaxed outside by some senior brother with a smile.

He was outside and picked up a small soft object.

It's called Xiaoyuan.

This name sounds good, but it doesn't look good when written. He hopes Xiao Yuan's name has a little snow in it. After all, he lives on Xuefeng, but he is reluctant to read it this way. In a compromise, snow is water, plus Three o'clock of water is just right for Xiao Yuan.

Although he just picked it up because of his poor health and had to sleep again, but after waking up, he still didn't forget A Yuan, and he was eager to become a master.

He didn't know how to be a good master, and he always had to ask another person in his body for advice.

Keep a straight face to show your majesty.

There must be rules, and apprentices will listen to you.

Cherish words like gold, so that apprentices will carefully consider every word of yours and respect you more.

Even if you can't do it, you still have to play tricks and say a few words that sound amazing.

That's right, he inquired about it secretly, and the masters of others require disciples to accompany them so that they can preach at any time to solve doubts.

It's really hard to keep a straight face if Xiao Yuan is left and right, but he tried his best, and it seems to be very effective.

Even if he was ridiculed by another person, he would be more than happy to dismiss some annoying senior disciples, inexplicable second disciples, etc. for Xiao Yuan.

Year after year, Xiao Yuan grew up.

On a very ordinary day, Xiao Yuan hesitated and asked himself eagerly, if he could take him back to see his mother.

He has already gained Xiaoyuan's [-]% admiration, but he still stubbornly abides by the master's principle that he can satisfy all the wishes of his disciples.

Moreover, even if you can't cherish words like gold, you still have to play tricks.

So he nodded and said.

"That's right, you're gone."

Just after saying these words, he heard a sob in the void.

"Happy tomorrow, you..."

The sobbing sound was endless, but it didn't make him feel noisy, it just made him feel unbearable, and he barely finished his sentence, and his eyes fell on the disciple in front of him with anticipation in his eyes.

Xiao Yuan.

Isn't Xiao Yuan laughing?

At this time, something hot and humid fell on his face, one after another, and then it continued, like rain, causing him to close his eyes in surprise.

familiar rain.

It was so familiar, as if his face had been burned before he was born.

So all the illusions he thought shattered like a water mirror, he opened his eyes, and just lay on his back in A Yuan's arms.

At the beginning, the warmth that he was curious about finally fell on his face like rain.

******

"Why... actually..."

I thought that the man-snake stagnated no longer and that failure was a foregone conclusion, but I didn't expect him to be slightly sluggish and uncontrollable, but he still folded his body to accumulate energy.

"boom--"

The third stroke is far more vigorous than the previous two, soft and dull, and the shadow of the red-haired leader in the past can be vaguely seen.

As a result, the sky suddenly broke, cracking out pieces of light patterns.

It has been circulated for a long time. According to the records, in the magic circle to open up the road to ascend to immortality, the crimson light shines again, blending with the leaked sky light, and converging on the body of the human snake. The naked skeleton is healing the raw flesh at an extremely fast speed.

Dressed in red, the white-haired elder stepped back again and again, his face seemed much older: "Wrong, wrong, all wrong."

"Zhu Rong Kong Ren is for the fall of the human race, why would he open the way for the human race?"

"From the beginning to the end, it was just to allow the blood of the two races to blend together, and to reappear in the world when the heavens are in decline. We are sinners of the human race."

The female cultivator in green shook her head, smiled, and casually pulled out a long hairpin and turned it into a flying spirit treasure. She flew several miles away in an instant, and heard a sentence from afar.

"What sinners are not sinners? The sky is about to collapse. It turns out that the tricks have been exhausted, and everyone's lives were lost. I won't play with you red-clothed lunatics."

Any later, it's too late.

It was no longer clear what the pieces were shattered into, but a snow-white hand held it up, but it couldn't prevent the pieces from falling, causing a howl of pain.

The huge human snake like a statue of a god looked down and ignored it indifferently.

******

"The snow-white emperor stretched out his hands and shouted: 'Thousands of people...'"

The audience suddenly roared with laughter.

"Hey, if you want to work together, the emperor has to say it again, you old man..."

"I heard that the emperor is not like a real person except that he is handsome, and his whole body is no different from ordinary people!"

"It's ridiculous. Since He is a descendant of Gong Gong, why didn't he have a human head and a snake body?"

"Then his grandfather still has the head of a beast, why can't he piece it together?"

"Which book are you listening to?"

"What kind of books do you listen to?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's easy to say," the storyteller sneered, and hurriedly smoothed things out, "The little old man will change it."

"Since we are talking about the emperor's grandfather and father, we have to mention how kind and foresight they were at the beginning. In order to protect the common people, even if they broke the mountain, they must protect the youngest son, so that they can benefit the people's well-being in the future... "

"Hey, the more you talk about it, the more likely it is. The welfare of the people is just to dominate the Kyushu. If the gods and ghosts fall, won't he be the only one left to rule?"

"Is that so, what a coincidence to set up a formation and come to a valley, and the formation happens to be passed down from generation to generation?"

"What kind of family dominates? I think there are Ningqing Sword and Hehuan Sleeves in this world, but I have never seen any emperor's palm. Where is the dominance? I'm afraid it's all made up!"

"That's right, if I have that kind of ability, let alone the overlord of Kyushu, I should at least be the leader of the sect."

"The fact that more than half of the Zhuyi Gate has been destroyed is true. The emperor doesn't care about life and death in the world, and several sects are still standing with pillars of heaven. Otherwise, the sky will collapse in an instant, and the emperors will have no place to talk!"

Everyone was quiet, and when they looked around, it was a young man who was blushing, and then smiled nonchalantly.

"Haha, I've never heard of Zhu Yimen."

The young man jumped, "Zhu Yimen, Nanyue Zhuyimen is very famous, and it's the top three sects!"

"Ah, yes, Ningqing Hehuan Tianxin counts as the top three sects. It should be Zhuyimen. Wait, Zhuyimen is not separated from the Donghuomen that just separated from the sect a few days ago?"

The young man was even more angry: "What kind of hole is not worthy of carrying our shoes..."

After that, there were some words like "mysterious and unpredictable" and "vigorous injury", everyone couldn't understand, so they just laughed it off.

The world is full of people, there are all kinds of people, so there is no need to be serious.

In the midst of the bustle, a snake dancer who looked like he came from southern Xinjiang was sitting in the corner. He didn't participate in those conversations, but casually grabbed the cake and fed it to the little snow-white snake on his arm.

After a while, the storyteller changed to Donghuomen's book, and everyone changed their subject, and began to denounce the evil deeds of Donghuomen's deceitful fairy.

A tall man wearing a veiled hat walking down the stairs is naturally not as interesting as the moral corruption of Donghuomen.

The little white snake was spiritual, so he looked at the man in the hat from afar, and the snake feeder looked back, revealing a face that was so white that he didn't look like someone who had traveled all over the world.

The man in the veiled hat walked by, stretched out his hand to catch the white snake, but he was beaten, obviously it didn't hurt, but he just wanted to lower his face in grievance, and said coquettishly.

"A Yuan..."

A Yuan ignored him, stood up and walked out the door. The veiled hat man did something bad last night. Not only did he wake up the little snake, he also made someone knock on the door in the middle of the night. .

Passing by the front of the hall, A Yuan raised his hand, and the heavy bag fell in front of the storyteller.

The old storyteller brought a little grandson, picked it up hastily, quietly opened his pocket, his eyes were rounded, and leaned into the old man's ear and exclaimed softly.

"Grandfather, where is the spirit stone!"

The grandpa and grandson were all shocked, and were about to thank the rich guest, but saw that he had already arrived at the door, and a tall man with a veiled hat was standing beside him, looking thoughtful and considerate.

The back is quite familiar.

It seemed vaguely that he could still hear them talking.

"It's that urgent, it's not like you can't survive, and it's not like I can't survive..."

"A Yuan..."

"Shut up, you can do it, can he hear..."

"A Yuan..."

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First of all, the time may not be linear, if you don't understand it, wait for the class representative to pinch it.

Second, I'm done.

Finally, I can finally have fun hahahahahahahahahahahahaha