Chapter 2: There is an invincible snowman in the world

Ji Xiao real person fell.
The Hanshan Sword School held a ritual ceremony for him, for the tablets to enter the ancestral hall. Countless martial arts families in the practice circle ran for the funeral and gathered at the foot of Hanshan to hear the death knell. More than a hundred people who could be named, were led up the mountain and entered the ancestral hall to express their condolences.
The winter north wind is tight, the snow is full of cold mountains, and the world is on the plain.
The bell fell and the snow fell on the branches. Liu Xiaohuai shivered subconsciously, and copied his hands in the sleeves of the robe to speed up his steps.
Walking across the floating suspension bridge, the heavy snow gradually melted, revealing a damp stone mountain road. The peaks turned around, and there was a warm breeze, and the lush green color hit the eyes.
Liu Xiaohuai rubbed his hands and sighed, "It's so warm."
At the end of the suspension bridge, a stone tablet is inscribed with two words-Changchun.
The Changchun Peak of Ji Xiaozheng arrived.
The mountain gate in front of you is like an entrance to another world. The stone steps are covered with velvet moss and meander into a cloud of Qionghua Bishu and Xingyuli.
Liu Xiaohuai turned around and saw the wind and snow killing him across the shaking floating suspension bridge, and the mountains were white.
No matter how many times he has seen such wonders, he still feels amazing.
Because it has nothing to do with the gifts of nature and the creation of heaven and earth, all the grass and trees in Changchun Peak are nourished by spiritual power. Invisible dark places, the heavy array method quietly works, making this place isolated from rain and snow, and it is warm like spring day and night.
The cold mountain terrain is extremely cold, and the snow and ice do not melt all year round. The real person of Ji Xiao originally lived on the most lonely high cliff, and the cave house is simple and simple.
However, his monk had a chilling problem. After the two of them joined together, in order to coax the monk's happiness, Ji Xiao set up another portal, chose a lonely mountain with strong aura, and set up a formation method and a hot spring.
Reversing the sky, Changchun will last forever.
Liu Xiaohuai listened to senior elder brother said that this peak array method costs 30,000 high-grade spirit stones every year. He does not have a specific concept of how many there are 30,000. After all, he is just a scavenger boy. He leads three inferior spirit stones in the deacon every month, and his life is satisfactory.
Ji Xiaoxiao's "invincible" swordsmanship is so powerful, he is also difficult to imagine-the so-called splitting the mountains and breaking the sky, it is already a distant legend. Ji Xiao couldn't make the sword for a long time.
Only Changchun Peak's blooming flowers, gentle warm air, and gurgling spring water were close to our eyes, and we could see it and touch it. Liu Xiaohuai thinks that to achieve this level is probably the limit of the practitioner's power.
As for the real fellow of Ji Xiao, it should be ... the limit of good luck for practitioners.
Ji Xiao had no apprentices during his lifetime, and he had no blood relatives, but only one Taoist.
His Taoist name was Meng Xueli, and he was nineteen years old. He was the only person in Hanshan who could neither take a sword nor take a sword.
For the elder Meng, the attitude of the Hanshan Sword School is very cold.
Practitioner Shou Yuan is long, and Tao Lu is a partner that supports each other. The road is up, and love is the last.
Even if Ji Xiao really wants to get married, it should be of great significance. Marry a female Dao Zun, or a demon princess or demon prince. For the cold mountains, for the peace of the Three Realms, for the well-being of tens of millions of people ... In short, something must be done.
But three years ago in the snowy day, he brought back a person and announced to the world that Meng Xueli had become a fellow who shared luck with him.
The co-op ceremony was full of high friends, the bell struck nine times, and congratulations came from all over the world.
The elder Taishan elders who have retired from the mountain for many years and have not asked about the world heard the bell of bells and called the master to say: "Ji Xiao sincerely sincerely wanted to know how to be contaminated with red dust and common affairs. Otherwise, he is expected to go further and become the first soar in this world By."
Everyone silently agreed. Even though Ascension only exists in legends, people think that if anyone really does it, it should be Ji Xiao.
Meng Xueli, who was criticized as a "red dust", really has no merit. Three years ago, he was sixteen years old. He was short of breath and his qualifications were similar to those of his disciples outside Hanshan.
Hanshan Kendo is a way of ascetic cultivation, with strict discipline. Meng Xueli's fear of cold and warmth, lazy temperament, incompatible with Zongmen temperament.
The disciples respected Ji Xiao, did not dare to disrespect Meng Xueli on the bright side, and prayed incense night and night in the background, hoping that the real person's aesthetic would return to normal.
However, as the only boy in Changchun Feng, Liu Xiaohuai felt that Elder Meng was not as arrogant and arrogant as outside rumors.
Feeding fish and growing flowers every day, no need to practice swords or meditations, to say what is the crime, at most it is earned for nothing. How did it spread out and become a sin that should die?
Elder Meng smiled and raised his eyebrows, even saying "Thank you, hard work" to him, and his easy-going attitude was no different from that of deacon, deacon, and even his head.
Liu Xiaohuai felt a little uncomfortable here. What will Elder Meng do in this situation now? What about Changchun Peak?
The garden was near when I was thinking about it. The garden was full of flowers and trees, and the shade was like a cover. The deep green shade showed a little snow-green shadow. Liu Xiaohuai packed his mind and went forward to salute him.
By the pond, one was wearing a snow-blue brocade, leaning against the bamboo couch, sitting still. The Jinpao shines brightly, unlike the practitioners, like the little sons of the wealthy and wealthy people on earth.
He is peeling pine nuts, his eyebrows are delicate, his fingers are slender and white, like a lotus on the pond.
Liu Xiaohuai whispered: "Elder Meng, the real person in charge invites you to attend the worship ceremony at the Zongmen Ancestral Hall."
The voice did not fall, and there was another bell ringing in the distance. The death knell echoed, and the birds flew.
Meng Xueli looked up, his face blank, and the sparkling waves of the pool water reflected on his face, and the light was strange.
Liu Xiaohuai would like to ask you to mourn, but stumbled and could not speak. Elder Meng will not cry suddenly.
"Do you eat pine nuts?" Meng Xueli asked calmly.
"Ah?" Liu Xiaohuai stunned, "No, don't eat."
A handful of pine nuts were thrown into the pool by Meng Xueli, like falling petals, among the green lotus leaves, and three golden and red koi carps for food.
Xiao Daotong looked nervous: "Please head ..."
Meng Xueli placated and said: "I'll go with more clothes. You go back, you don't need to lead the way."
The trail boy was relieved and resigned.
"Wow!"
The koi in the pond ate the pine nuts, jumped and flew its tail, and the water splashed.
"Jump what jump, do you also think Ji Xiao is dead?" Meng Xueli got up and wiped the robe, and the pine nut shell crackled and spilled to the ground.
Koi spit bubbles innocently.
A month ago, Ji Xiao lived out of the customs, went to the ‘land outside the world’ to seal the reincarnated devil, and found Meng Xueli the night before he left:
I have something for you and wait for me to come back.
Meng Xueli's masterpiece of alarm bells: "This is the most unlucky word. What is valuable, it is better to send it to me now."
Ji Xiao frowned slightly, seeming to be puzzled, and Rong Se drove coldly away.
Seven days ago, the head of Hanshan came to Changchun Peak, bringing bad news: the land outside the world collapsed, Ji Xiao and the reincarnated Heavenly Demon died together, and the corpse did not exist.
Meng Xueli said, "I don't believe it."
Today, Han Shan held a memorial ceremony for Ji Xiao, and the death knell was low, as if to tell him that the matter has come to this point, you must not believe it.
Meng Xueli looked down at the surface of the water: "The three-year-old buddies are also in a relationship, and he said vaguely that he would die ..."
"You have to give me an explanation."
If the koi can speak, he must yell at the owner for shame—
Bullshit feelings, meet three times in three years, can Ji Xiao remember what you look like? Even if the whole Hanshan died, it would not be your turn to pretend to be his false Dao Lu.
People in the world envy Meng Xueli's good luck, Ji Xiaoxiao's heart, "Eternal Changchun" is evidence.
In fact, Ji Xiao retired all the year round, Changchun Peak was empty and quiet, and the only boy who was sweeping was timid as a mouse. Meng Xueli guards the Gufeng, but if there is a living person who can talk to the sky, he will not chat with the fish.
After the naturalization, the two had their own lives. As always, Ji Xiao was obsessed with spiritual practice. Meng Xueli played with herself and gradually learned to enjoy herself. If Ji Xiao didn't die, the long time counted in a hundred years would pass like this.
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Meng Xueli walked across the suspension bridge with a small stove in his hand, and the stone tablet with the word "Changchun" engraved was left behind.
The cold wind swept his face, and suddenly his cheeks became cold, and he looked up at the fluttering snow flakes.
If you look down on the sky, the four fields are white, and only Changchun Peak is abruptly green, like a huge and gorgeous warm cage.
The formation that covered the sky above the mountain, like a glazed bowl with an upside down, exudes a faint halo.
Meng Xueli did not know the climate change of the outside world for three years, and he changed from spring to autumn. At first glance, Qian Yan was white, and the mountains and forests were clear and clear, and it seemed to me that it was like another world.
He followed the bells and chanting sounds and walked the mountain road in a good mood to see everything fresh.
Far away from Changchun Peak, I finally saw the figure. Occasionally, on the mountain road, outside disciples wearing Hanshan robes, wearing swords around their waists, or holding incense sticks or fruits. They hurriedly walked and looked solemn, but they could not see the slightest sadness.
When we first heard the bad news, countless disciples who worshiped Ji Xiaozheng washed their faces with tears. Seven days later, everyone has become calm and firm.
Everything is just like the teachings of the head of Hanshan-"Hanshan who lost Jixiao, but should be more united and tougher, and must not be self-disruptive. Let outsiders think that we are badly hurt and weak.
Today, for the Hanshan Sword School, it is a tough battle with no sword.
Meng Xueli went from Changchun Peak to the ancestral hall, passing by Tianya Cliff.
The highest place on the top of the cliff is said to be the cave house before Ji Xiao's naturalization. Every day, disciples come to worship, sharpen the sword heart with the most bitter cold wind and snow, and feel the remaining sword intention of Ji Xiao real person.
However, Meng Xueli was afraid of the cold, and of course he would not ask for bitterness and take the road of heading uphill.
Fortunately, there is a secluded path halfway up the mountain. The steep path is built along the cliff wall, half embedded in the rock and half suspended in the air.
There was no one on the trail, he suddenly did not go. Between the crevices of the rock, a wild plum trembling in the wind stood ready.
"Creak."
Meng Xueli reached out, folded a branch of flowers, and shook off the branches.
There was a shout at the end of the plank road: "Elder Meng!"
I saw Liu Xiaohuai, who had just reported the news, ran head-on and was surprised: "Frightened me, I thought you were lost, let's go quickly, and the head hastened again!"
The little boy gasped and blushed, childish and cute, and said he would pull his arm.
Meng Xueli laughed and handed the flower branch in his hand as if to give it to the other party.
Dao Tong did not hesitate to pick it up, the moment his fingertips touched his sleeve, Meng Xueli's wrist turned, and the flower branch bottomed up, wrapped in a sharp air, directly hitting the vein of the incoming person!
Daotong screamed, stunned, and flicked out in a blink of an eye.
Meng Xueli clicked until the end, standing still, his broken red plum petals fell at his feet.
"You are not Xiaohuai."