The moon shines like a prairie sky, and the mist surges gently.

On the cloud viewing platform next to Lan Yue Xiaozhu, Xiao Hanyu stood tall with his hands on his back, staring closely in the direction of Zhu Yunfeng, his expression dark and unreadable.

The hem of his pure white clothes was blown by the night wind, and his back looked particularly lonely in this Yaoyue Peak where it was difficult for living things to survive.

The Shanhai Sect is a major sect in Kyushu, with five large spiritual peaks and seven small spiritual peaks in its sect.

After all, Yaoyue Peak is one of the five spiritual peaks. It was originally lush and prosperous with vegetation.

But after the Xuanyuan Qingshuang, Yaoyue Peak became the most gray color among the mountains and mountains of the Shanhai School.

Because Xuanyuan Qingshuang's icy cold energy every time it breaks out is so powerful that it can kill all low-level creatures on Yaoyue Peak. Even the spiritual moon rose that has grown for hundreds of years next to the Cloud Viewing Platform is left alone.

An old dead pile.

In the past four years, Xiao Hanyu sometimes would not return the invitation to Yue Feng for several days in a row, because he was a dispensable existence to Xuanyuan Qingshuang and the Shanhai Sect.

But no matter when he came back, no matter how injured he was, there was always a person at the top of the towering mountain.

Not waiting for him.

But it strangely became the comfort in his heart.

Now that Xuanyuan Qingshuang has not returned home all night, he is the only living creature in Lingfeng, and he feels lonely for no reason.

He looked up at the bright moon and clenched the black nameplate in his hand that symbolized the peak master's personal inheritance, with a gloomy and contradictory expression.

He was born with an extremely yang body, and the spiritual power in his body was the nemesis of frost and cold air. He did not believe that Xuanyuan Qingshuang had not discovered this in the past four years.

However, in the past two months, the woman was uncharacteristically nice to him.

No one in the world would be nice to another person without any reason.

Behind all diligence there must be a desire.

It's like the family he has always regarded as the supreme believer has devoted all its efforts to cultivate him, just to provide the ancestor of the Dongxu Realm who is about to end his life with a body that can be rebuilt immediately after taking away the body.

"Xuanyuan Qingshuang, what exactly do you want to do?"

Xiao Hanyu frowned tightly, his eyes were bottomless, and under the bright moonlight, the thin red ends of his eyes appeared due to their ferociousness, making his whole person even more eerie.

After muttering, he suddenly looked away, turned around and swept down the mountain.

…

At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingshuang was immersed in the pain of extreme cold. Even with the help of Qifeng's spiritual power and the warmth provided by the fire gathering formation in the palace, it was just a drop in the bucket for her.

She could only rely on herself to survive this difficult night.

Cold, very cold.

The cold is bone-chilling and the soul is in pain.

Her sea of ​​consciousness has been frozen for thousands of miles, and the entire world is only a dull and cruel silvery white.

She crossed her arms tightly, struggled to hold up her spiritual shield, and walked alone in the violent wind and snow.

"Master, what's going on? The cold air attacks twice a month. Damn it, I'll freeze to death!"

"Master practices the ruthless way, but no matter the mental method or martial arts, there is nothing related to the ice attribute.

"The original book never mentioned that she had any cold poison, so where did this cold air come from?"

The further she walked, the more tired she felt.

Her teeth were trembling involuntarily due to the cold, and the rattling sound resounded in her ears through bone conduction.

The blood slowly stagnated, the legs lost all feeling, and even the eyelids were sealed by frost.

She staggered and finally fell to the ground.

The cold snow quickly buried her, threatening to turn her into a corpse in the boundless snowfield.

At the moment when her consciousness fell into chaos, she vaguely felt a purple light flashing outside her eyelids.

Where does the purple light come from?

No, my eyes are glued together. How do I know the light is purple?

But she had no chance to explore further. When she opened her eyes and woke up, it was already noon the next day.

What comes into view is the young man's gentle face and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze.

"Junior sister is awake, are you feeling unwell?"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that she had temporarily stayed in Zhu Yunfeng because of the icy cold energy last night, and her head brother was protecting her.

"Brother, what time is it now?"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang sat up from the bed and stepped into her shoes.

When she started to leave, Qi Feng left the edge of the bed and stood not far away, maintaining the etiquette that a gentleman should have.

Qi Feng nodded outward and motioned for Song Weiran to come in. After the disciple had placed the six spiritual foods on the table and left, he replied with a gentle voice:

"It's already noon. I heard that my junior sister likes to eat spiritual food recently, so I asked Ran'er to go to the dining room to get a few dishes.

"Although cultivators are said to avoid cravings, fighting against such temptations can be regarded as cultivating the Taoist mind."

Xuanyuan Qingshuang's eyes fell on the dishes. The delicacies on the jade plate were crystal clear. They were really immortal delicacies... so light that there was no oil or water at all.

However, the presentation is very exquisite, which is a level higher than the meals delivered to Yaoyue Peak every day.

He walked slowly to the table, sniffed with his nose, and sighed:

"Senior brother can talk about everything about cultivation, and he can talk about great principles even over a meal. I can only say that senior brother is worthy of being a senior brother!"

Although Xuanyuan Qingshuang was smiling, she still had the usual cold and distant look on her face. Only her slightly raised voice could give a glimpse of it.

Qi Feng chuckled and shook his head, flicked his sleeves and put the chopsticks on the opposite side, then lifted up his robe and sat down elegantly.

Xuanyuan Qingshuang understood his invitation, but she still rejected it in a disgraceful way:

"Thank you for your kindness, senior brother, but it's so pitiful that my good disciple invites Yuefeng alone. I'd better go back."

The sect competition is about to begin, and I don’t know if that guy is obedient.

Qi Feng was not annoyed when the idea of ​​having lunch together was rejected. He poured tea to moisten his throat, put the spiritual food on the table in the food box, and pushed it in front of Xuanyuan Qingshuang.

"Well, I just made it up on the spur of the moment. After all, I haven't eaten these things for many years. Since junior sister is worried about Yu'er, I might as well take these back.

"Food is just sundry after all, and the spiritual power in it is not pure. Junior sister, it's better to eat less."

Xuanyuan Qingshuang felt that there was a deeper meaning in Qifeng's words. She lowered her eyes and saw that the man's smile was warm and nothing unusual.

Xuanyuan Qingshuang thought for a moment, picked up the food box and left.

Because I was thinking about something, I chose to walk down the mountain.

Zhu Yunfeng is the main peak of Shanhai Sect, also known as Zhangmen Peak. There are sect halls, meeting halls, etc. in the mountain. The management of the sect comes and goes in a hurry, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling.

Along the way, I met many people. They bowed from a distance and left in a hurry, as if they were afraid of this cold-faced fairy like her.

Thinking of the description of the original owner in the original book, "cold and ruthless, devoted to the Tao, most of the people she dealt with died", Xuanyuan Qingshuang suddenly understood these people.

Even if the interpersonal relationship is simple, it saves her a lot of trouble.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, a white figure jumps into view on the stone beside the sheep intestine trail on the right.

Lonely, remote, and with the unique aloofness of the male protagonist.

If that’s not Xiao Hanyu, who is that guy?

Xuanyuan Qingshuang walked lightly and stepped forward in confusion:

"My dear disciple, what are you doing here?"

The sect competition is coming soon, shouldn't he be inviting Yuefeng to practice?
Chapter completed!