The cold wind was raging, and a young man carrying a basket slowly walked in the cold wind. Blizzards were flying around, almost making people unable to open their eyes.

"This... ghost weather..." The young man covered his eyes with his hands, so that ice and snow no longer attacked his eyes.

Then, in the wind and snow, he found a rock wall to cover the wind and snow, and took out firewood from the basket behind him and lit a bonfire.

As the bonfire burned, the young man felt much warmer, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the wind and snow around him, rubbed his hands and murmured: "This snow is really strange. There was no snow this morning, so why is it getting heavier and heavier? What should I do?"

And when he was sighing, he suddenly found a beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

The woman was wearing a thin dress and slim figure, drifting in the wind and snow.

"Is this?" The young man rubbed his eyes and went to see that there was indeed a woman standing in the snow and ice.

After seeing it clearly, he had no thoughts at all, but his scalp was about to explode. He felt that he had encountered something terrifying.

After all, in the wind and snow, who can wear such thin clothes?

Isn't that asking for death?

At this time, he also thought of the story he heard when he was a child. It is said that when someone dies in the cold, they will turn into ghosts, and they will instinctively find warm places.

So they often enter people's rooms.

"I wouldn't have encountered such things, right?" The young man's face turned pale. Then he looked at the burning bonfire and hurriedly covered the ice and snow on the side to extinguish the fire.

After extinguishing the bonfire, the young man looked into the distance and found that the woman had disappeared.

"Have you really encountered a ghost?" He swallowed his saliva, his face pale? He felt a little glad. Fortunately, he covered the bonfire quickly enough, otherwise the ghost would have come.

Did he know that such a ghost will even penetrate into human body? He can keep warm with human flesh and blood.

Then, the young man didn't dare to stay here for a long time? He picked up the basket beside him and carried it, and ran towards the mountain in the wind and snow.

But what he didn't notice was that there was a basket where he left, and there was wood in it.

That was the basket he carried.

And what he was carrying... was a woman holding her head.

"It's really... warm..." A comfortable moan appeared faintly in the wind and snow.

...

"A martial arts hall appears in the capital?" In a teahouse, an unbelievable shout came out.

"Not bad? All the masters in the world have lost their own treasures? This sword saint Mo Qiubai has done a good thing." A knight with a beard said with a smile.

"Will the Grandmaster Alliance agree?" At this moment, a thin man asked.

"Of course not." The bearded man shook his head and then said, "But so what, there are more than a dozen masters who challenged them in the martial arts hall, all of whom were defeated by the sword saint Mo Qiubai? Even the Dao Sword Han Feng was killed."

"Han Feng, the Dao Sword, was Han Feng killed? Isn't Mo Qiubai a new master? How could he be so strong?" A man came close with melon seeds and asked with interest.

Hearing his words, the bearded smiled and said, "I don't know this? Maybe this Sword Saint is talented."

"call……"

Suddenly, the cotton curtains that covered the wind and snow in the teahouse were pulled up.

In an instant? The cold wind swept across the entire teahouse? It made the people in the teahouse immediately start to curse.

Then? The two walked into the teahouse, the cotton curtain fell, and the cursing voices stopped immediately.

Because among the two men, there was a big man about two meters tall, and his body shape made people feel fearful, especially the thing behind him, which looked like two meters long, which was definitely a weapon.

Seeing these two people, some of them had even begun to touch their weapons, their faces full of vigilance.

"Customer, what are you going to do?" At this time, a thin man also had a lively thought. He immediately walked forward and asked Li Si with a smile.

"No, I've found someone."

Li Si glanced at him, then glanced around the scene, staring at a young man hiding in the darkness.

Then, Yan Ling walked out behind him and walked towards the young man.

"Knock!" "Knock!" "Knock!"

As Yan Ling walked around, some people could not help but pull out their weapons, and their eyes were filled with hostility.

However, Yan Ling ignored them at all, walked straight to the young man, grabbed the young man's collar, and then walked towards Li Si with the man in his arms.

The young man was also strange. His eyes were just shining with coldness and he had no intention of struggling, like a dead person.

"Okay, I've found it." Li Si nodded to the thin man, then pushed open the cotton curtain and walked out.

Behind him, Yan Ling also carried the young man and walked out the door.

As they went out, the cotton curtain fell and the warmth immediately returned to the teahouse.

However, although the teahouse has returned to its warmth, the venue is filled with dead silence.

"Who was that person just now?" After a long time, a man asked in a low voice.

The bearded man who was talking before was a little scared on his face at this time, and he said, "That bald head is Yan Ling, a horizontal sword hand."

"Yan Ling? Why haven't I heard of it?" A man next to the beard frowned.

Hearing his inquiry, the bearded shook his head and said, "There are very few people in this world who know him. When he defeated the twelve masters more than ten years ago, he quickly disappeared."

"Defeat the twelve masters? So strong?" One man was a little disbelief when he heard this.

"No," the bearded man nodded, then sighed: "I didn't know this person at first, but it was because he did another big thing recently that I knew about him."

"What's the big deal?" the waiter in the store asked curiously.

"Do you know the 12 Qingshan Villages were wiped out?" The bearded man looked around and asked in a deep voice.

Hearing his words, the faces of the people in the field immediately changed.

The Twelve Villages of Qingshan are the largest bandits in the Wei Kingdom, with as many as three or four thousand people in the village. However, these villages have been wiped out recently, leaving only some orphans and widows.

"According to rumors, it was made by Yan Ling, a squid hand," said the bearded man in a low voice.

"You are ill in your brain. Even if three or four thousand people stand there and let him kill, they can't kill them. I have received the exact news, and it was the hand of the Grandmaster Alliance." The person on the side asked and sneered.

"I'm just talking about rumors. After all, Hengshou Dao Yan Ling and the Twelve Villages of Qingshan appeared too coincidental. But it was not wrong that Hengshou Yan Ling was just now." The bearded man looked a little embarrassed when he heard this.
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