Chapter 227: Heavy fog

it's dark.
The rumble of thunder roared through the heavens and earth, the raging electric mang tearing the sky, like an angry shouting and roaring in the sky, lighting up the dark Kunlun Mountain.
The light and shadow intersect, the light is only a moment, but the dark shadow seems to be everywhere, and it will last like this forever. The entire Kunlun Mountains, as huge as a behemoth, shone with phantoms in this storm and lightning and thunder, except for one place.
It was among the sky.
Four strange peaks suspended in the sky stood still, and in the mysterious forbidden area below them, the dense fog that remained throughout the year was not affected by this storm, and all the rainwater fell down silently. After falling into the dense fog, there is no more movement, and the dense fog shows no sign of shrinking, and even at some times, this strange dense fog even slowly expands outward, slowly towards the sky. Four strange peaks floated away.
This is the coldest and most empty day in the most important shrine in the Kunlun School of the year. Because except for those who are unable to leave the gate or other reasons, most of the Yuanyuan people who are practicing in the sky of the sky will go to the Zhengyang Hall of Tiankunfeng, and only the two remaining gods will become true. Jun, Tian Lan rarely returns all the year round, Bai Chen Zhenjun left Dongfeng on this day a few years ago, to stand on the platform for the real moon.
The wind and rain were scorching, and the mist was thick. No one seemed to pay attention to this place anymore. Only the dense fog was floating in the air, looking at the dark night sky.
Among the four strange peaks in the spring, summer, autumn and winter between the sky and the clouds, the winter peak has always been a very strange mountain peak. During this torrential rain pouring night, the other three peaks were drenched by rain, except that no rain fell on the winter peak. on.
Because it is so cold on this mountain peak, almost all raindrops will turn into frost as soon as they fall, and then turn into snow and snow slowly.
In the world of snow and ice, there is a loneliness, and transparent ice with various shapes can be seen everywhere, reflecting each other's psychedelic and magnificent luster, as if it is a completely different wonderland from the outside world. It's so beautiful here, it's just not popular, it seems like a place where no one should live.
The place where the winter peak is surrounded by violent storms and snows is the cave house of Bai Chenzhen. According to legend, the supreme monk, Huajin Zhenjun, has a peerless supernatural power that has heaven and earth, and countless magical ways. There are countless magical materials, and they will carefully arrange a magic cave house that belongs to them only. There are all kinds of magic, there are countless arrays, and there are countless elites all over the world. All kinds of fierce and forbidden institutions. There is even a saying circulating in the practice world: Never challenge a living God of Change in Zhenjun Cave, even if you are also a God of Change.
Only the deceased God of Change, his cave will start to loose the ban after a long time, which can be spied on by outsiders. In the long history of Middle-earth China, each ancient Zhenjun Cave Mansion is an incredible and huge treasure, and a word of news is enough to make the world crazy. Nonetheless, those ancient Zhenjun Caves passed down from ancient times are still extremely dangerous places, which have claimed the lives of countless explorers who yearn for treasure in the past years.
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Zhuo Xian stood quietly outside the cave on Dongfeng, and the snow drifted over his shoulder, but he was unaware. Extremely high above his head was Zhenjun Cave, wrapped in violent storm snow.
Occasionally, he would raise his head in the cold wind and glanced at the mysterious cave mansion at a high place, but even the eyesight of his current Jindan realm could not penetrate the snow and wind, so he could not see the appearance of the cave mansion .
He has never been to the top of Dongfeng, and he has never really seen that cave house.
He always had a wish in his heart, hoping to be able to take a look at Master ’s Dongfu and see if Dongfu, the most powerful monk in the world, is really as magical and powerful as the legend says.
But, after all these years, he still didn't have the opportunity.
But it doesn't matter, Zhuo Xian has always been a very patient person. He can wait, and he is willing to wait. Just as he is waiting for Master Bai Chenzhen to come down from the high cave, even if the cold wind hits the frozen people, he doesn't care.
On the snow beside him, there was a large wooden box. He sometimes glanced at him, and then looked away.
The night was deep and the snow was blowing.
Suddenly there was a whistling sound from the sky, and the wind and snow flew together in the sky, rolled up into the sky, gathered at a moment, and suddenly dispersed, such as the heavenly girl scattered flowers, Xiao Xiao, a shadow falling in the snow, described Withered eyes have a god, it is Bai Chenzhengjun.
Zhuoxian bowed his head deeply, respectfully, and saluted: "Master."
Bai Chenzhen stood with his hands in his hands, looking indifferent, saying, "Changing clothes."
Zhuoxian responded and turned to open the box next to him. A cold wind blew through, showing a set of formal dresses in the box.
For many years, in the Zongmen Council, wearing a large dress has always been the prerogative of a real person, and Bai Chenzhen is a master of the real moon. As long as this dress is sitting there with tolerance and solemnity, no No words are needed, and everything has been said.
When Zhuoxian leaned down and stretched out his hand, ready to pick up the suit to serve the master, he suddenly heard a question from behind Bai Chenzhen, saying:
"Are you alone in this mountain?"
Zhuoxian's body suddenly stiffened, and the fingers that had just touched the soft dress just felt the endless chill suddenly rushed into his body between his fingers, freezing his whole body of blood.
He even held his breath subconsciously.
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It was dark outside, the lightning flashed and the rain poured down, making it a little panic.
Yi Xin was sitting at the window, always feeling a little uneasy. At this time, a sudden noise came from the bed behind her, and she was startled, and she looked back quickly. I saw Su Mowu lying in bed drowsy, but just turned over, murmuring in his mouth, but he didn't know what he was mumbling about, but his face looked a little frightening, as if he had dreamed something terrible.
Yi Xin relieved her heart, and then felt a little funny, but although she was born in the Kunwu city family in weekdays, except for Su Qingyu who was close these days, she and the other members of the Su family really did unfamiliar. For Su Mo, that week is also a king in the city of Kunwu, and she has always stayed away.
Speaking today, this is the first time she has been in the same room with this person. For some reason, she always feels weird, so watching Su Mo turned over in horror in her sleep, Yi Xin did not step forward to comfort and care the meaning of.
At this moment, she suddenly passed an idea in her heart, but she was thinking what would happen if she was lying on that bed with Brother Lu?
Will he take care of him?
Maybe, should ... will.
She chuckled a little, and suddenly felt a little hot on her face, so she became a little bit shy, complained in a low voice, and wondered whether she was talking about herself or scolding Lu Chen.
But after standing for a while, she opened the door and walked out, standing in the hallway outside the house.
A gust of cold wind blew over with rain powder, blowing on her face, she took a deep breath, but suddenly felt much relaxed.
Originally, in such a dark day, a girl's house with a strange man alone in the same room, it seems that it feels wrong, or just stand outside the door.
Yi Xin smiled and watched the rainy night, the houses around it were still deserted, and those who had gone to Tiankun Peak had not yet returned.
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On the winter peak among the sky.
Zhuoxian's body was slightly curved, and his finger touched the dress. For a cold snowy night, for some reason, a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead.
That is, at this time, the old man who stood in the snow from behind him followed a bland sentence, saying, "Where's Bailian's girl, where is it?"
Zhuoxian's eyes closed and opened. At that moment he took a deep breath, and then everything turned back to normal, and his smile returned to his face.
He reached out and lifted the dress from the large box, spread it out, and walked respectfully towards Bai Chenzhen, smiling at the same time, "Little sister, she went down the mountain ahead."
Bai Chenzhen snorted and said, "I don't practice well on the mountain, what do I run down the mountain for? Bad!"
Zhuo Xian walked to Bai Chenzhen, and lifted the two sleeves of the dress with both hands, serving Bai Chenzhen slowly to put it on, while laughing in his mouth: "Master, little sister is rare to see for a hundred years. But it ’s still a child, and sometimes it ’s nothing to play with.

Bai Chen Zhenjun got dressed and asked Zhuo Xian to buckle those gorgeous but cumbersome clothes buttons one by one in front of him, and at the same time frowned at him: "You and Xianyue are both his brothers. If I am absent, I will also impose strict restraints on Bai Lian.
Zhuo Xian nodded again and again, "Yes, the disciples understand."
Talking room ~ EbookFREE.me ~ All the dresses have been worn, Bai Chenzhen Jun slightly shakes his sleeves, and two snow flakes swept into swirls, and then they quietly fall away and fall slowly.
"Let's go and help your brother in the field at last." Bai Chenzhen Jun said lightly, then his gaze drifted into the distance, and he saw the distant snow and mist in the distance.
"It's foggy tonight." He sighed and walked forward.
It was only after he took a few steps that he suddenly stopped.
There was a silence above Dongfeng, and it seemed that even snowflakes fell silently, and the whole world was deserted.
He slowly turned around and looked in the direction just now.
The dense fog was permeating, floating in the snow and snow, and I don't know when the mist under the four odd peaks would have permeated the mountain of Dongfeng. At the same time, at the edge of the snow and mist, there was a ripple in the mist.
An unusually tall and burly figure appeared looming in the mist. (To be continued.)