From morning to afternoon.

The martial art of "Wine Ruler Divine Mirror" is still continuing, without any intention of decreasing.

Even the four hidden people who are constantly paying attention to them outside are a little tired.

Many people lie listlessly on the ground, no longer having the initial nervousness. As time goes by, the unchanging scenes slowly erode the panic and tension in people's hearts, and everyone is a little embarrassed.

Qin Ming and Zong Tian also sat cross-legged on the ground and entered the state of entering into meditation and practicing.

Most of the rest of the people were sitting on pins and needles.

Although I really wanted to know the situation inside, it had been going on for nearly a day, but there was no movement inside, and I couldn't even hear a sound. People could only wait anxiously and fell into a state of numbness.

The wind is whistling.

It was snowing like goose feathers in the sky.

Like willow catkins flying, under the clear sky, heavy snow fell mercilessly, without notifying the people here, covering the blood stains on the battlefield, covering the bodies, and covering all the previous tragic and bloodyness, a layer of white beauty.

The corpses of Shen San, Qin Zong and the ape.

Each one is tired as a hill.

When the heavy snow gradually covered, the mountain of corpses could no longer be seen, and it looked like a small snow mountain, hiding all the ugliness, dirty and inhumane blood.

The symbol of the white and beautiful snow-capped mountains, like the utopia on the surface, attaches to these corpses after another.

The picture looks a bit ironic.

The heavy snow continued until evening.

There was still no movement in the ‘Wine Ruler Divine Mirror’.

The people of Luoshen on the city wall could hardly stand it.

Many logistics personnel of the Luo family set up pots at the top of the city wall, and everyone cooked some simple meals on the spot. Many people couldn't bear it, so they told their companions, and when there was any situation, they asked him to get up, they lay on the top of the city wall, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep.

The heavy snow will not break the "Sanguan Formation".

Only add a different layer of haze to the people in Sanguan.

The god son Long and others were also a little confused, so they had to sit on the ground and eat something first.

After several nights, everyone was extremely tired.

Even the people were tired of watching, let alone the three people who were still fighting on the battlefield.

Only Feng Xiao never moved.

He was still staring at the 'Wine Ruler God Mirror' seriously.

Even though my vision was a little blurred due to heavy snow from goose feathers, I still tried my best to watch.

Once, when he first came into contact with his senior Wuming, Feng Xiao looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

It's not that I look down on my strength.

He just felt that he was ignorant and had all his skills, but he lived a timid life, which was very cowardly. Especially when he saved Long Wu, the old man tried every means to stop him. At that time, Feng Xiao was so angry that he almost wanted to fight him.

I have always been unable to stand him... I hugged in a turtle shell.

With him, Shen San was like a group of turtles, living very heartlessly, not like a man.

But later... when I saw the thatched hut of Shen III was lit.

When he saw the wife's ashes dissipated with the wind between Shen Wuming's fingers, Feng Xiao's face was so painful that it was like he was slapped.

At that time, he suddenly understood a truth.

After you have never experienced what others have experienced, don’t judge others randomly in your heart or on the surface. It’s true... you don’t have the qualifications.

Later.

No one expected that one day Shen San would come out.

At the most dangerous moment of Luoshen, he returned resolutely.

Feng Xiao didn't expect it.

He witnessed the ridiculed Shen San with his own eyes. In order to protect the last hope of Luo Shen, he was wiped out. He is now also witnessing that the iron-blooded man, in the most violent way, guarded Mangshan alone... In the past, Feng Xiao scoffed at him.

Now... Feng Xiao wants to be a person like him.

He always wanted to live like a man, not just for violence, but just wanted to live like a man, but Feng Xiao couldn't find the template, but now... he found it.

"Eat something!"

Zhan Gu brought him a bowl of rice and put a few slices of boiled meat in it.

It has no taste, just to fill your stomach.

Feng Xiao took the bowls and chopsticks, but his eyes were not far from the "Wine Ruler Divine Mirror".

He ate in big mouthfuls and said vaguely, "He is my idol now!"

"Didn't you two have arguing many times before?"

Zhan Gu said with a smile.

"That was before, I didn't know him."

He continued to vaguely say, "But now, I know very well that I just want to be that kind of person."

"Do you know?"

"I stared at the battlefield for the past two days, and I kept thinking that the ignorant senior in the battlefield was me, and I also want to fight in this way one day."

"It's like you're on Shiyang Street?"

Zhan Gu joked.

Feng Xiao shook his head seriously, "No! It must be more exciting than that and more spectacular than that. I am nothing. The ignorant senior is the real man who can only pass by thousands of men."

"Ha! I don't want you to be like that."

Zhan Gu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Feng Xiao didn't answer.

But his bright eyes seemed to have explained everything.

At night, the weather is suddenly cold.

The heavy snow continued, as if it was not stopping.

It was about one centimeter thick, and all the tragic scenes were covered by false whiteness. All they saw were a white earth, no green trees, no red blood, and no dead people... For a moment, people's consciousness was blurred.

Something dreamy.

Some people will encounter an idea in their minds. Everything here seems to have happened without any trace, which means that it has never happened, but it only snowed here.

In self-righteous deception, everyone falls into this beautiful fantasy of utopians.

Infinitely approaching turning these fantasies into reality, so that they cannot distinguish between reality and dreams, and ultimately achieve the effect of self-deception. Most of the so-called poor people live by this method.

However, whenever this kind of confusion occurs, people do not think too much about why this idea suddenly appears.

If you think about it a little, you will find the answer.

That is: the sudden appearance of confusion in consciousness, the dream in dreams, and it is also the one who yearns in reality.

But people dare not admit it.

Otherwise, even false fantasies will become rational analysis, and it is better to die than to live.

It has been going on for a day and a night.

After twelve o'clock, there is only the last day left! After another night, the new day will come and New Year's Eve will come.

The last 24 hours.

People are still anxiously waiting for the results in the "Wine Ruler God Mirror".

Qin Ming sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and asked, "How is Zong Wen and Qin Feng?"

"The two of them have almost rested, and in the afternoon, it should be enough."

Qin Xiaoling, who was standing behind her, lowered her head and replied.

“Let them be ready at any time.”

Qin Ming said lightly.

"Just wait until the afternoon, just split Mangshan."

Qin Ming said, "If Zong Yili and Qin He had not killed Shen Wuming before noon, they would have to use Shenwu."

The head of the Qin family also made preparations early.

In wars of this level, Qin Ming naturally insists on being foolproof.

In the last 24 hours, if Shen Wuming cannot be killed within the first twelve hours, the second plan must be adopted, Shenwu split the mountain! The mountain and the people will destroy everything in Mangshan! Because, considering the climbing time, if it exceeds twelve hours, it will take several hours to climb the mountain. After going up Mangshan, Shenwu may just complete the recognition of his master, and that will be troublesome.

For the sake of safety, Qin Ming can only do this.
To be continued...