"Look, it's snowing in Zhongnan Mountain!" Ye Kong said while looking out the window.

At this time, Liu Rushi and the others noticed that they were looking out the window. From the moment Ye Kong walked into the house, outside the window, snowflakes were falling on Zhongnan Mountain.

At first, the snowflakes were like salt, but later they became like goose feathers, not like catkins blown by the wind. Until, gradually, Zhongnan Mountain was submerged, and the white snow was so overwhelming that they stayed at the foot of the mountain but could not go up.

When Liu Rushi and others finally turned around, they saw Ye Kong like this, "Does the snow in Zhongnan Mountain have anything to do with your hair turning gray?"

"It shouldn't have anything to do with it. It's just that I interfered in something I shouldn't have interfered with, and it's just a backlash." Ye Kong looked out the window at the heavy snow that had stopped at some point, and made a decision, "We will brave the snow to go up Zhongnan Mountain today."

"What?" Qishan reacted, "You don't want to die! With such heavy snow, it will be choked even if you go out."

"You can go back." Ye Kong looked at Liu Rushi, "Thank you for helping us so much. When I come down from Zhongnan Mountain, I will naturally look for you."

Ye Kong looked at Qishan again, "You wait here. If Lingli and I don't come back within three days, you can go back to Yunbian Town and then Taichuyuan to tell the news."

Liu Rushi watched Ye Kongxiang explain his funeral affairs and immediately said, "I don't have anything to do now. I can wait with you for a while. Do you want me to accompany you up the mountain? My father has some old friendship with Master Wuchen."

"No. The future is long and I have to face it alone." Ye Kong carried Lingli on his back, said goodbye to the two of them, opened the door, and stepped into the heavy snow.

The gears of fate began to turn secretly.

As soon as he walked into the wind and snow, the bone-gnawing coldness spread all over his body. Ye Kong put a thick coat on Lingli and said, "Lingli, can you hold on? We will find Master Wuchen soon."

Lingli is still sleeping on her body, and she has no idea where she is now.

Ye Kong sniffed and walked with great difficulty to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. He raised his head and looked at the endless stairs reaching into the clouds, and had some other thoughts.

Then, Ye Kong shook his head and stepped onto the stairs step by step.

As soon as he stepped on the stairs, Ye Kong felt the wind and snow around him intensify. The wind was getting stronger and the snow was getting heavier. Ye Kong picked a straight stick from the bushes nearby as a hiking stick and climbed up step by step.

The two people at the inn opposite watched Ye Kong's figure appear on the vast snow-capped mountains, gradually covered by the wind and snow.

Suddenly, the door was violently knocked open.

Blinded by the wind and snow, Ye Kong was hunched over, not knowing where he was climbing now. There was a sky full of wind and snow in front of him, and a vast expanse of white behind him. Ye Kong finally climbed to a flat corner, where he sat down and rested for a while.

Ye Kong stretched his hands into the snow, but he couldn't feel the cold. He took off his shoes and socks, and his feet were already red, swollen and pus-filled from the cold. Every time he took a step, he felt excruciating pain. Ye Kong looked at his hands and didn't know.

By that time, the skin on my hands had become sore and itchy, and the rotten parts of the palms had adhered to the hiking poles.

Ye Kong had no choice but to laugh at himself, it was just the beginning and it was already like this.

After resting for a while, Ye Kong continued walking. The broken skin on his feet was simply repaired by Ye Kong. He simply didn't wear shoes and stepped barefoot into the cold snow.

Walking to the next section, Ye Kong looked up and could see a hundred-foot-tall tree planted next to it. Ye Kong knew that he had already walked halfway through the journey.

At the next stage, the stairs are at a ninety-degree angle. You need to use your hands and feet to climb up on your knees and rely on the ropes on both sides. Ye Kong pins the hiking pole to his waist and grabs the iron chain with both hands.

"Ah." Ye Kong exclaimed. The iron chains on both sides were already freezing cold. As soon as they touched his hand, two complete pieces of hand skin were instantly torn off.

Ye Kong quickly pulled off two pieces of sleeves and wrapped them around his hands several times before climbing up the iron chain and stepping on the completely covered steps. Several times, Ye Kong's soles slipped and he almost had to start again.

start.

After going through the completely straight stairs with great difficulty, I came to a gentle place. As soon as I sat down, there was a "oooo" next to me, and a white thing quickly ran away.

"Master, someone has gone up the mountain and has reached the front door." The disciple reported.

Master Wuchen was very unhappy that his dream was disturbed, and "blasted him down the mountain."

So, Ye Kong, who rested for a while on the flat spot, just stood up and stepped on something. His feet slipped and he fell down the high stairs.

Ye Kong didn't have time to react, so he inserted his hands into the smooth snow and fell at high speed until he grabbed the iron chain on the side to avoid falling all the way down the stairs.

Ye Kong took a big breath and had no choice but to grab the iron chain and climb up again.

Soon, Ye Kong climbed to the flat area again. This time, Ye Kong did not dare to rest, but stepped up the climb, trying to lean to the side where he could grab hold of to avoid falling too far.

The disciple continued to report, "Master, that man climbed directly to Beishan Pass."

Master Wuchen sat up and said, "Who is it? Didn't you say that Ye Kong won't come for several days?"

"It seems to be an old man carrying a girl on his back." The disciple reported.

"Old man?"

"Report... Master, this person is Ye Kong. He has now kowtowed and prayed step by step, coming from Beishan Pass to the main courtyard." Another disciple came to report.

Master Wuchen looked at the dark outside and the heavy snowfall all day long. Unexpectedly, Ye Kong didn't pay attention to the heavy snowfall.

"interesting."

Master Wuchen wrapped up his coat and waved his hands, and the falling snowflakes suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Ye Kong raised his head and knew that Master Wuchen was coming.

"Master Wuchen, I am Ye Kong, I beg you to save Lingli!" Ye Kong knelt down and shouted.

When Ye Kong stood up again, a man in a plain coat stopped in front of him and looked at him with a very appraising look.

After a long while, he said, "Are you Ye Kong?"

Ye Kong stood up and said, "Yes. My master, Elder Wang, should have had a conversation with you. I specially brought Lingli here to ask for help."

Master Wuchen did not speak, but kept looking at Ye Kong, "The people behind you can still be saved. But what happened to you?"

"Me?" Ye Kong was confused.

"You are terminally ill and there is no cure." Master Wuchen said.

Finally, the endless night passed, the early morning fog dispersed, and the first ray of sunlight fell on Ye Kong's head. The special effects of Ye Kong's body skills disintegrated at the speed of light in an instant.

Ye Kong had always forgotten something, and only now did he remember it.

"Have you come into contact with anyone you shouldn't have come into contact with?" Master Wuchen helped Ye Kong up.

"Seems to be…"
Chapter completed!