Chapter 196 Young and old in the mountains, chess game in the snow (please subscribe)

The time is still daytime, about noon.

The brilliant sunshine splashed down, shining on the silvery and cold world.

But it seems that it is no longer on the top of the mountain, but in a valley, leeward, and there are some strange shrubs growing around it, clusters scattered in the ice and snow.

Not far away, there was even a stream... not frozen, but still flowing.

It seemed that the old man had just started the fire, and the wood crackled and exploded.

"The way I opened my eyes seems wrong...do it again." Qi Ping closed his eyes, silently counting one, two, three, and then opened them again...the old man's smiling face was still there.

"What are you doing?" the old man asked strangely.

"It's true..." Qi Ping breathed out and suddenly calmed down:

"Senior, you practice in the snow-capped mountains? You saved me? This is not the edge of the snow-capped mountains, right?"

Ask three questions in a row.

At this moment, Qi Ping figured out what happened. This old man should be an elder in the Taoist temple. Maybe he was practicing here, and then he heard the movement and discovered himself.

The old man in a big cloak sat casually on a stone next to the fire, with a bamboo hat and a small book box leaning beside him.

Well, it's similar to the schoolbags of this era. It's boxy, made of bamboo, and can be carried on the shoulder.

At this moment, that ordinary and rosy face showed a little surprise.

While waiting, he thought about how the boy would react when he woke up, bewildered, frightened, sad, laughing...

After all, this is the aftermath of a disaster, and the future is ruined.

But the young man was unexpectedly calm, and at this moment, he began to analyze his situation.

It is indeed rare... thinking about it, the old man laughed and said: "Not entirely."

Qi Ping was stunned.

The old man explained:

"I am not practicing here, but I happened to be heading to the snow-capped mountains. I heard some noise in the distance. When the old man and I rushed over, you had already passed out. I had no choice but to take you a little further."

So that's it... But Qi Ping became more and more vigilant, thinking that this was too coincidental... But he didn't ask, pressed his slightly groggy head, and said:

"That wizard..."

"Dead." The old man said calmly.

Qi Ping smiled.

The old man said: "Killing a magical power is indeed worthy of pride, but the price you paid is not small. I just saw it. Tsk, the sea of ​​​​qi is broken and the foundation of the road is damaged. Do you not regret it later?"

Qi Ping was silent for a moment and said:

"At least if you survive, you will have hope while you are alive, but if you die, you will have nothing."

The old man was stunned and laughed:

"Well said. Living is the most important thing. I like this sentence."

Haha, of course you like it when you are old and cherish your life... Qi Ping complained, but in his heart, he was not so open-minded.

He just looked inside and saw that there was a big hole in the sea of ​​qi, and the true energy in his body was almost dry. Only some of it remained in the bone marrow and had not dissipated, but it probably wouldn't be retained in a few days.

His body felt weak, as if he was suffering from a serious illness. The hourglass in his mind was dark, and the Talisman Pen and Eagle Strike were suppressed in the sea of ​​​​consciousness in the form of phantoms, but they could no longer be used.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he has fallen from a second-level monk to a mortal. At this moment, he is probably only equivalent to a martial artist with a slightly better physique.

He didn't realize it just now, but at this moment, without the warmth of his true energy, the cold penetrated through the gaps in his clothes. He shivered from the cold, and couldn't help but go to the fire, rubbed his hands, and said:

"Don't you ever ask me why I'm being hunted?"

The old man smiled and said, "Then you tell me."

"..." Qi Ping was very wary of this old man, but the more he became like this, the more he pretended to be magnanimous and said calmly:

"It's a long story to say."

Then, he briefly told the story of the Battle of Lincheng, how he accidentally entered the grassland and was chased all the way, and finally said:

"So, you arrived just in time, otherwise I would have frozen to death, the imperial court has lost a valuable talent, and the Taoist Academy has lost a talented disciple. What a pity.

And you see, the two of us are quite destined. By chance, we happened to meet?

Hey, it's a pity that you came a step too late, otherwise I wouldn't have had to work so hard."

The old man was speechless and his eyes were strange. Unexpectedly, the young man still had a familiar character, which made him a "grandfather".

Well, think about it...how long has it been in this world that no one would chat with me in such a tone?

Except for the Yuxuan Machine...for hundreds of years, there seem to be very few.

And if this scene were seen by the world, or even those in the spiritual world, how shocked would they be?

"What do you want to say?" the old man interrupted.

Qi Ping smiled honestly: "You can't ignore me. I have to go back to the capital because of the emperor's orders. Now that I'm disabled, I can't go back on my own."

The old man shook his head: "I still have things to do when I come here, so I can't go back empty-handed."

Qi Ping thought for a while: "Then let me help you carry your bag."

The old man's eyes were strange: "Do you know where I am going and what I am going to do?"

Qi Ping: "Then tell me."

...The old man said meaningfully:

"I'm going to the depths of the snow-capped mountains to collect lotus seeds. There is a Tianchi there with a cluster of snow lotuses planted there, guarded by an annoying guy. The lotus seeds are going to be ripe this year. If I go over and ask for them, that guy probably won't be willing, so

, it’s inevitable that you’ll have to talk some sense into it, so think about it.”

To be fair... are you talking about what I thought... Qi Ping wanted to ask.

At the same time, he recalled that when the two met for the first time, the old man also returned by boat on Jinghu Lake and picked a basket of lotus seeds. Now, he is here again.

Qi Ping hesitated for a moment and then tentatively said:

"You said, is that annoying guy very strong?"

The old man nodded: "Not bad. You should have heard his name."

"who?"

"Witch King."

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The Witch King, one of the most powerful people on this continent.

The patron saint of the grassland and the legendary powerhouse in the five sacred realms.

In many books, it is clearly recorded that the other party lives deep in the snowy mountains of the southwest, but few people have the opportunity to see his true appearance.

Just like, everyone knows that the first Taoist sect lives in a small town-like building complex in the Imperial City, but not many people have actually seen the land god.

Qi Ping's mood was very complicated.

When the old man said the destination, he had already determined the other party's identity. No, he had actually guessed it earlier.

But he still couldn't be sure.

The leader of the Taoist sect had already noticed him?

Did you even foresee all this?

Qi Ping wanted to ask, but in the end, he chose to shut up.

There are some things that people want to say, so they will naturally say them...it would be boring to ask them directly about everything.

So, under some tacit understanding, the two of them did not talk to each other in depth.

Qi Ping silently carried the book box, and under the guidance of the leader, he took out a thick fur robe from the book box and changed his clothes.

Start heading deep into the snow-capped mountains.

Qi Ping thought that such an immortal figure would probably fly over with a "whoosh", but the old man obviously had no such idea and acted like an ordinary monk.

Walking into the snow-capped mountains with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.

"This is my first time here. I thought the snow-capped mountains would be very desolate." Qi Ping couldn't help but say, wearing a monk's robe and carrying a bookcase on his back.

In a flash, another five days passed.

The further they walked in, the richer the scenery they saw.

When you enter the snow mountain training area, there are not only rushing streams, but also spiritual fish in the water that are not afraid of the cold, and green trees covered with white snow.

Of course, I also saw the creatures here.
To be continued...