Chapter 125: Snow field

In December, it was freezing cold.
Out of the boundary of the Peach Blossom Source, there was nothing left in front of me.
The leaves are withering, withered trees, covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost, and Jackdaw inhabits.
Lin Shu closed his eyes, and in front of his eyes were all peach blossoms.
He had never experienced anything like this in his previous twenty years of life.
Even then, when he received the news of Master's death, he just felt that the world was sparse and that only one person in the world was left alone.
Because Master's immortality is inevitable and will happen eventually, but Taohuayuan is not.
Life and death, in an instant.
Although this case was caused by the big witch, he was also inseparable from himself.
He was fascinated and overheard Xiao Shao said: "The big witch is a man of somber speculation and acting strangely.
When the big witch slaughtered the whole village, he said that there was no clean place in the world.
Is it because he hates the clean place?
Otherwise, who are the people in Taohuayuan?
Murdering seemed to be an understatement to the big witch. He wanted to kill and then killed.
Xiao Shao said: "Nanxia and Dawu will finally meet with swordsmen, maybe it is not far away. In the next day, they will have to deal with this person and comfort the villagers."
After listening to this sentence, Lin Shu suddenly felt that he could not escape from Nanxia.
The eldest mother, Li Jiomao and Li Yamao in the ghost village of Minzhou, took care of him a lot, Mr. Meng, Mr. Xiu Zhao, and Bilin Zhenren are all his mentors.
Xiao Shao, Yue Ruohe, Yue Ruoyun, and Cang Yun are all his friends. He and Xiao Shao can be said to be acquaintances who have suffered and died together.
The great witch slaughtered the entire Peach Blossom Source, this is enmity.
The couplet on the mountain gate of Shangling Xuegong said, "In a hundred years of the career of the gods, the rivers and lakes will be in sight."
He finally inevitably entered into the grudges and hatreds of the rivers and lakes, and gratitude must be revenge and revenge. Only by clearing all of these can we cut off all connections with the world again, live outside things, and pursue immortality.
Two years ago, on the night of Xueye Roast Rat, Xie Zishe said that Xiandao did not fall for a long time.
These immortals were born in Nanxia, ​​grew up in Nanxia, ​​and learned immortal skills and martial arts in the Shangling Academy in Nanxia. The country hated them and their diaries were in their hearts. How could they be separated from the earth?
They are not immortals. Cultivation is a means to gain strength.
In troubled times, there is no fairy.
He opened his mouth, his voice a little astringent, and said, "I ... with you."
Xiao Shao said: "Rong and Ma are fighting, not yours."
Lin Shudao said, "I also want to have a clear conscience."
Xiao Shao was silent for a long time and said, "OK."
Silo was silent, no one was chasing them. They went directly south to Yuqi for a whole day, and in the middle of the night, they temporarily settled in an inn in an unknown town.
Xiao Shao said, "What do you think is the purpose of this trip?"
He said, unfolding a map of Beixia.
Lin Shu froze.
This is the first time Xiao Shao has sought his opinions on these matters.
Previously, no matter Xiao Shao, Miss, or cousin, he never made such decisions-where to go, what happened, and what to do, it was all in his discretion.
He is completely a hamster brought around.
Is the current inquiry because of his position?
He looked at the map.
Taohuayuan is probably at the midpoint of the North Xiawangdu and North-South border, and they are now close to the North-South border, and there is still a day to go before the North City is rejected.
The witch came here for three possible purposes.
One is to hunt them down and get back "Everything Is In Me".
The second is to explore Qingmingdongtian to obtain treasure.
It turns out that neither of these is true.
Then there is only one possibility left-the big witch just goes south all the way, and traces "All Things Are Me" by the way.
And all the way south ...
Further south is the border.
Lin Shudao said, "We got blood poison samples, but the big witch must have them."
Xiao Shao: "Indeed."
Blood poison, as long as there is a method developed, how much is required.
Yue Ruohe brought the blood poison sample back to the academy, but it was only to enable the surgical school to develop a countermeasure as soon as possible.
"And ... Dawu had been in retreat before, and even the photo session was not attended. He was killed by us, and he did not respond." Lin Shu looked at the map and said, "I think this retreat is important."
Xiao Shao said: "I think he has entered the country again or has developed a new technique."
Lin Shu nodded his head: "So he went south, most likely to Nanxia."
"The big witch went to the border and left traces on the way, so that we know his whereabouts, he must be completely sure." Xiao Shao looked at the map with a deep voice: "Reject the North Pass ..."
He said: "The war may be coming. I sent the letter to the capital and we immediately rushed to the Beibei Pass."
Lin Shu nodded.
Xiao Shao said: "You go back to Qingming Cave to rest."
Lin Shu: "Yes."
People who cultivate immortals can support themselves at all times, without eating, drinking or sleeping. Lin Shu's mortal body still needs to sleep.
He returned to the bronze die where Dong Tian was, and was taken by Xiao Shao.
Once in Dongtian, my brother floated out: "Brother, you are back!"
Lin Shudao: "Hello Brother."
Brother said: "Brother, your girl is so cute."
Lin Shudao: "It's very cute."
Fruit likes Qingmingdongtian, so he didn't come out and stayed there to study various treasures, as well as a companion.
He asked his brother, "Brother, is there any place to live?"
Brother said, "Are you going to live in Master's bedroom?"
Lin Shu: "Is there anything else?"
Brother said: "There are rooms."
Lin Shu was taken to Dongtian's guest room by his brother.
The furnishings of the guest room are gorgeous, but now he has no intention to look at it, and can't sleep anymore, just staring at the folding bamboo sword.
Folding bamboo is still crystal clear and cold all over the body.
Fruit did not know when he ran to him, and said, "It is possible to use chalcedony."
Lin Shu took out the pale chalcedony.
The fruit took over, and it was transformed with spiritual power. The chalcedony turned into a pale cyan juice, which dropped on the sword of the folded bamboo, and then gradually disappeared.
According to the fruit, the origami bamboo has been spotted, but it takes a lot of luck and a lot of heaven and earth aura to transform into shape. It must be taken slowly.
Fruit held Lin Shu's arm and said to him, "Fold bamboo is a boy."
Lin Shu: "Huh?"
"That's why I have a puppet!" Said Guozi. "Weapons are shaped, it depends on the male and female! It is the bamboo that hurt me!"
Lin Shu: "Isn't it because Xiao Shao and I are men?"
Fruit said: "There is also your sake!"
Lin Shu: "Xiao Shao has no surplus?"
Fruit said: "Xiao Shao is bad."
Lin Shu: "Huh?"
The fruit said, "He wants the benevolent to bear another fruit, to be used by the same sorrow, and the sorrow is a girl."
Lin Shu: "..."
He asked, "Then you, did you end it?"
"I'm trying to end it." Fruit hugged his neck: "Suck more of Lin Shu's aura. If you don't Xiao Shao, Yingying is just like Lin Shu, unlike Xiao Shao, and mad at him."
On the fruit, there is a light fruity aroma.
The fruit looks more like a young lady, and it is very fresh and proud.
Lin Shu touched his hair.
The fruit spat out his tongue, got into the bed, covered himself with a quilt, and closed his eyes.
Such a small and beautiful one is really painful.
Lin Shu turned his head to look at the folded bamboo.
After absorbing the chalcedony, the Jianguang of the folded bamboo seemed to be clearer.
He held the hilt and suddenly had a mysterious perception.
It seemed as if he was suddenly in communion with this sword.
He was in a panic, his eyes darkened, and after a short while, he found himself in an endless snowy field.
In the middle of the snowfield is a piece of piercing ice.
He approached.
The rectangular ice is like an ice coffin, in which a person lies.
An undersized boy, dressed in white, with black hair.
Apart from that, everything was indistinguishable, as if separated by a layer of mist, and the details of his clothes and the outline of his face could not be clearly seen.
Tick.
At the corner of the ice coffin, a drop of water dropped.
Lin Shu looked up at the snowfield sky, and a pale sun hung in the northwest.
Is this boy the sword spirit of folding bamboo?
Was he able to take shape the day the ice melted?
He reached out and touched the hard ice.
That mysterious feeling came to my heart again, and my heartbeat suddenly missed.
He was cold all over the body, and the chill spread from the bone cracks to the whole body, as if at this moment he was lying in the ice coffin himself.