snow every week

Chapter 9

In the vast sky and earth, there is almost no speckle of color, and the saliva and blood flowing out of his mouth have been frozen, but he has no consciousness at all.

and so on.

In fact, it is no longer cold, but warm, and I no longer hate the wind and snow falling on my body.

can not wait.

Song Yuan didn't know what else to do, in the snow, it seemed that he could only wait or recall.

He recalled a very brief glorious glow from the past.

What used to be insignificant has become clear now. He remembers the young Fuxiu who fought for a long time and was finally thrown off the stage by him with a sword. The blue tassels on the spirit sword swayed and sat down with his footsteps, and the people next to him came over to give him hairpins affectionately. He remembered that his eyes flew out uncontrollably, meeting the rare praise, he remembered My heart is surging.

He also remembered the cold touch on his earlobe, and he also remembered that cold voice.

"Brother, why are you so shameless?"

Then everything started to burn, everyone's face was as stiff as a paper doll, the whole world was like a yellowed picture scroll, the flames spread wantonly, until he licked his cheek, and he was so hot that he woke up.

It is clear that it is ice and snow, why is it so hot.

The eyelash feathers were so heavily pressed by the snow that it was difficult to open them.

Then he saw that there was a second person in this vast world.

In terms of stature, he was still a tall man.

He couldn't see the specifics clearly, but he could only see that the face was extremely handsome, and the white hair was not necessarily white, it seemed that the hair and clothes were covered with snow, so that at a glance, it was all white, and he couldn't see clearly. Clothes look.

Song Yuan wanted to call for help, but he was powerless. Fortunately, the other party seemed to have found himself, walking here against the wind and snow.

The sky and the earth were the same color, so that he couldn't measure the distance, but he also found that the man moved quickly.

Could it be the monk who just went up the mountain?

Song Yuan couldn't help jumping up a little in his heart, but his eyes became more and more blurred, he couldn't hold on, and fell heavily to the ground.

At this moment, something cold swam over and lifted his jaw slightly, allowing him to gaze at the other person's face.

The man had a pair of clear red eyes, his gaze was cold and indifferent. Song Yuan realized at this time that it wasn't the heavy snow that covered his hair color, but that he was born with long snow-colored hair. He had no clothes, but his skin was pale and strong. With a powerful upper body, he held a black spike in one hand and two frozen snow rabbits in the other.

Physical training, there are many wonders in the world, perhaps because of the special skills, not only turning people into white hair and red eyes, but also need to practice in snow mountains.

God will not kill me.

Song Yuan's energy was no longer enough to support Daxi, but his chaotic mind asked at this time.

If this person's hands are useful, then what is the coldness on his jaw?

He lowered his eyes, then widened his pupils, and finally closed them tightly.

His sword edge only pushed out half an inch in the end.

In the rugged, dark cave, Song Yuan could only run desperately, but he couldn't escape the sound of tiny scales rubbing against the rough ground.

He's going to run away.

He wants to escape.

Fleeing from that terrifying beast that he has never seen in his life, it has a human face and upper body, but white hair and red pupils, and a thick long snake tail attached to its lower body.

He was kidnapped into the cave by the other party, as if to keep the freshness, it didn't do anything for a while.

Song Yuan woke up but couldn't wait, knowing that he would be absolutely difficult to fight against, so he took advantage of the monster coming out of the cave to look for food, grabbed the spirit sword and tried to escape.

But he didn't expect the cave to be so deep, and he was seriously injured, so he couldn't find the exit no matter what, and even dawdled until the other party returned.

The monk's five senses were so clear that he quickly noticed the terrifying sound and ran away desperately.

He tried his best, but panicked, and finally ran into the hunter's net like a headless prey.

The man-snake looked much taller than him when it was standing still, and it was not much less when it was cruising with its tail, but it was much slower at this time.

Maybe it's because he has seen through the fierceness of the prey, so don't be too nervous, you can pretend to be gentle.

Thinking of this, this surprisingly pure and handsome face is also hideous, especially there is no expression on it, just like a beautiful human skin plundered by monsters, delicate and false.

Song Yuan's fear was beyond words, he took one step back, one step at a time, until there was no way to retreat, so he almost squeezed his dantian, squeezed out a little bit of spiritual power, and drew out his sword.

The spirit sword buzzed, and the tip of the sword drew an incomplete arc in the air. It was the most powerful of the 36 moves of the Shengyi Sword, Qianli Changfeng.

It's just that the dance is not beautiful enough now, Song Yuan laughed in his heart.

But the beautiful monster stood there all the time, staring at him coldly with clear red pupils.

In such a narrow cave, either you die or we die together.

The sword energy came directly towards it, but Song Yuan couldn't even suppress a successful smile.

His face froze, or rather, his whole body froze.

In less than a breath, the cold air gushing from the dantian swept his whole body, clenched his meridians inch by inch, and froze his blood drips. His face became pale, his lips were frozen purple, and even the brows were shattered. thin ice cream.

He lost consciousness.

Song Yuan woke up.

He was woken up by the cold jade bed under him, and when he got up, he found that the sky was already bright through the closed window.

Had a long dream.

In the dream I was terrified, but when I woke up I couldn't stop laughing.

He didn't realize it at first, and after sitting for a while, he really felt cold, so he wrapped himself in a soft quilt and got out of bed.

There should be no old clothes in Lingyun Pagoda, and the treasure bag is enough to hold the clothes you bring with you.

But Song Yuan was lucky enough to open the carved wardrobe for decoration, only to see the beautiful clothes in the cabinet full of brilliance.

Every piece is extraordinary, and some of them even exude the brilliance of treasures.

What crocodile silk, what bright brocade, Song Yuan was dazzled by seeing it, and only guessed that someone might have rented this room.

Since I borrowed his room, it is not too much to borrow his clothes.

Song Yuan dug out a blue shirt embroidered with bamboo from the inside and changed it on. Just as he stepped out of the room, he heard a plain "Uncle Song".

It was a female disciple standing at the door.

Song Yuan blinked, not wanting that seven years had passed, and his seniority had been promoted to senior uncle: "Master uncle? Are you a disciple of senior brother Yu Dezhang?"

Senior brother Yu is the first disciple of the head of the sect, with the highest age and cultivation level, Song Yuan can only think of him.

The female disciple then seriously explained: "No, Uncle Song, I am an outer disciple, and I have received an order from the deacon to repair your residence."

That is the new outer disciple.

The disciples of Jianzong are not prosperous. Unlike Faxiu who recruits disciples according to their spiritual roots, the three spiritual roots can also be tried. Jianzong must test the heart of the sword and touch the bones of the sword. There are very few people, so the difference between the outer disciples and the inner disciples is not as obvious as the difference in Dharma cultivation. If the inner disciples are lazy, it is not impossible to be overthrown by the humble arrogance from the outer sect.

Jianzong is also willing to give opportunities, and the deacon hall is like this. From then on, disciples of the inner and outer sects can obtain tasks, such as slaying demons and monsters, as small as parents and family members, outside there are chivalrous and righteous, and inside there are tinkering, in exchange for As for the cultivation resources, this female disciple just received the task and came to repair it for him.

Song Yuan thought for a while before recalling such a thing, and quickly let her go, saying: "Ah, please trouble you, I can help..."

He paused.

The female disciple was taking out the magic weapon, when she heard this, she turned to look at him: "Master?"

Song Yuan laughed at himself, and said softly: "Sorry, I can't help much."

The female disciple looked at him like a ghost, she said: "Then Shishu smiled."

"Huh?" Song Yuan couldn't help being a little weird, "Why, are you laughing?"

"Then why did Uncle Song laugh just now?"

"Did I laugh?" Song Yuan touched the corner of his mouth.

"Yes." After the female disciple said these words, she couldn't help being silent for a moment.

She is not a talkative person, nor is she a person who loves to see smiling faces.

It's just that it was the first time she saw Uncle Song who was mentioned by other people, and she remembered the words she had heard.

A cautious and courteous person with a worried look on his face.

He is less heroic than Uncle Xie, and less energetic than Uncle Ruan.

But no, what she saw was a white and soft face with a smile on its lips and shining eyes.

He has been away for seven years, and it is said that he has been suffering from illnesses all over his body, but his appearance does not seem to have any sharp edges and corners, instead he has an innocent face that has been pampered.

How is this possible?

The female disciple found it incredible.

Song Yuan pretended to think, but recalled the indifferent Xuexue whom he had never seen again in the dream, and couldn't help laughing: "Well, maybe it's because I had a good dream."

So this vivid and beautiful face lit up her pupils again.

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Xuexue (expressionless): stop

Xuexue (with no expression on her face): You, yes, I, my wife

In fact, the scene was very disappointing for Yuan Yuan. After all, he is a native of the country, not a big-colored man who has traveled through the past when Furui is popular in the world.

Before anyone became a wife's dog, it wasn't a cold comparison.

Xuexue (youth version): Refers to a species that hunts and picks up trash on snowy mountains. By default, if no one comes to snatch something, it is yours. )

A ghost, a single ghost without a wife, is wandering on Buzhou Snow Mountain~