After coming to Jiangye World, Changle rarely wanders like this.

He originally planned to take his disciples to see the people of the desert, but they all had their own choices. It was meaningless to go back to Chang'an now. After thinking about it, he decided to go to the wasteland to relax.

The journey of a person is actually quite lonely, but after experiencing so many worlds, Changle has long been used to it, so he has improved his martial arts skills and polished his martial arts skills. He has lived a very interesting journey.

On the way, Changle went to the place where Ke Haoran used the cage made of Haoran's sword energy to imprison Liansheng. He did not go in, but just felt Ke Haoran's Haoran's sword outside.

"You can see that you want to go home very much, but I can't take you back first. Wait a little longer. A guy named Ning Que will take you back." Changle said to the turbulent Haoran sword energy.

Although he could not bring these sword energy home, feeling Haoran's sword energy was of great help to Changle.

He had seen the secret book of Haoran Sword and also saw Jun Mo using Haoran Sword, but it was not as good as experiencing the stimulation of Ke Haoran's sword energy in person.

For some reason, when I saw Haoran's sword energy, Changle remembered the Yangwu sword technique he learned in Huashan.

That sword technique now looks like a child dancing sword, but he feels that nothing is more suitable now than that sword technique.

Changle randomly broke a weed and began to use Yangwu sword technique.

Procure my righteous spirit!

Now the Yangwu sword technique in his hand is extremely mysterious when he uses it, but the sword intent is still the sword intent of Yangwu sword technique.

After using a set of sword techniques, Changle inserted the green grass in his hand into the ground. The grass was still alive when it entered the soil. Moreover, the grass with Changle's righteous spirit was straight like a long sword.

He lay in this grass in big words, lying in the cold wind until night.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Changle felt that his swordsmanship seemed to be about to break through again, but he was just a short shot. But this time he couldn't get over the shot. According to his martial immortal's resources, this was not scientific at all.

With his martial immortal resources, the bottleneck is really broken for me as soon as I touch it.

But this time, Changle really felt a lot of obstacles. Because his swordsmanship went further, he really reached the peak.

But Changle felt that it was not enough to be the peak of kendo alone.

What he wants is the peak of martial arts!

At night, snowflakes floated in the sky, and Changle let the snowflakes fall on him. He seemed to have entered a state of fake death, and soon heavy snow completely covered him.

A young girl from the deserted man hesitated for a long time and finally made up her mind to come over.

When this man was dancing the sword, she watched it not far away.

Although she couldn't understand the power of that sword technique, she could feel the righteousness of the sword technique.

It was a very comfortable temperament, just like the sunshine. She didn't know why this man had to sleep in the heavy snow, and it would be a death if he slept like this.

She didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but she thought it was a pity that this man died here like this, so she walked over.

The heavy snow has completely covered the man. If he is lucky and is not suffocated to death, he will save him.

If he died, he would dig a larger place for him and bury him.

The little girl has been to her own winter ceremony. If her parents were still there, she would definitely stop meddling in other people's business. But her parents were already dead when they fought with the prairie barbarians.

The scimitar in her hand was her parents' trophy, so she couldn't bear to use it to dig snow, so she used her own hands to dig it out.

After a while, her little hands were frozen red.

But halfway through her dig, Changle opened her eyes and said angrily, "Miss, it's a big deal to disturb others' sleep."

She looked at Changle in surprise.

“You speak our language?”

The language of the deserted man was learned after Changle arrived in the wasteland. Listening to Changle's standard wasteland, if it weren't for his appearance, his clothes were different from them, the little girl would have thought he was also a wastelander.

"Yes." Changle smiled and stood up, then patted the snow on his body.

He had already discovered this little girl from the desert, but for some reason he suddenly wanted to use the ground as a bed and a quilt as a snow, so he didn't care about the little girl.

Unexpectedly, he came to save himself.

"It's fine if you're fine!" the little girl looked at Changle and said. She picked up the machete and prepared to leave.

"What are you doing with a knife on this snowy day?" Changle asked curiously.

"I'm holding my own winter ceremony!" Although she was still childish, she tried her best to make people think that she was an adult.

"Oh, then I'll go to bed." Changle then lay down into the snow.

The little girl carried the scimitar and turned away, humming the song her mother taught her. She looked up at the sky and didn't dare to cry on the snowy day! She would freeze her tears.

A silly roe deer didn't know how to sleep on a heavy snowy day, and she came out to stroll around without any trouble. As a result, after her head was pierced into the snow, she was so stupid that she didn't know how to pull it out.

The little girl happily stepped forward to deal with the roe deer and harvested her first prey. When the children of the deserted people reached twelve hours, their parents would take their children into the mountain when the first snow in winter came.

Before the thawing of the Belarus Sea, hunting half a cart of prey, even if the child is adult, the little girl's parents are dead, so she is the only one left to enter the mountain to hold her own winter ceremony.

Not far away, Longqing led the three deacons of the Judgment Department.

The three of them were wearing thick black clothes and the puffed hats on their heads covered their appearance. They were the most terrifying existence in the hearts of the remnants of the Demon Sect and the apostate.

"The remnants of the Demon Sect are left to you." Long Qing had no interest in the little girl. "After purifying her, go to the camp in front.

Remember not to leave any deserted people behind! Because there may be remnants of the Demon Sect among them."

"Yes!" the three of them answered in unison.

The three of them seemed to have practiced many times, and their sounds were adjusted in an even way.

The joyful little girl hid her prey and processed the remaining blood. She jumped onto a branch, then shook her legs, took out some cured meat from her pocket, teared off a small piece, threw it into her mouth and chewed it hard, and finally swallowed it.

After taking a small bite, she carefully packed the piece of cured meat. This was made by her mother before she died, and because the salt was too scarce, she put very little.

In the past, she always thought that the cured meat was too unpalatable, but now she only eats a little while thinking about her parents. She grabbed some snow from the tree and put it in her mouth, but she did not find the danger getting closer and closer to her.
Chapter completed!