In the vast mountains, the natural terrain and environment formed by the years of time will always be born with countless species of life, and naturally there will be no shortage of fierce ordinary beasts or even terrifying strange beasts.

However, all kinds of things in the world will follow certain natural laws. For most animals, winter is not a season for eating and hunting. Most of them choose to hide and stung for winter, and rarely leave their hiding places to hunt. Therefore, compared with the spring, summer and autumn, it will be much easier and safer to walk through valleys in the cold winter.

Bian Yao and the young man in gray were very lucky. They walked among the mountains and hills for more than ten days. Apart from meeting a few ordinary beasts that went out for food, they did not encounter powerful strange beasts.

After roughly calculating, it has been more than 20 days since winter began. The first cold current from the far north is rushing to the chaos. The temperature in the past two days has been getting lower and lower.

Although the weather has become colder, this cooling is nothing for practitioners and will not be taken seriously.

At least at this moment, Bian Yao was in a very happy mood, with a smile flowing from his face. They had already arrived at the edge of the mountains, and as long as they climbed over this last majestic mountain, they could walk away from this vast mountain mausoleum.

At dusk, halfway up the mountain, in front of the bottomless cliff.

Bian Yao held several dead wood branches in his left hand, and held a fat gray-haired rabbit in his right hand, stopping to the south and looking into the distance. On the right side of his body, the gray-clothed boy was carrying a sword in his hand, standing in front of the steep cliff with his bag, staring at the same direction.

In the vast fields, the plants and trees have basically completely withered away. This vast prairie located at the southernmost end of the Luanyuan was now rendered with a layer of brilliant golden brilliance and strange beauty.

The two stood in front of the cliff and looked out for a while, then decided to spend the night on the mountain and go down the mountain tomorrow morning.

The fat rabbit mentioned in Bian Yao's hand was caught in the dead woods next to the mountain stream not long ago, so it was inevitably roasted for dinner.

The cold night had not yet completely subsided, and the rabbit meat was completely roasted. The air was filled with the smell of meat, and the surface of the flesh was covered with light golden oil, which looked particularly attractive.

The young man in gray skillfully extinguished the fire, while Bian Yao took off the rabbit meat from the grill, divided it evenly with a dagger, handed it half to his companions, and then sprinkled his favorite seasonings on each side, sat quietly on the ground, lowered his head and bit it with satisfaction.

Shortly after nightfall, all the fragrant roasted rabbit meat entered the stomachs of the two of them. It was the same as before. They did not communicate with each other, and they were busy with their own affairs and did not interfere with each other.

The night wind was gentle, beside the cliff, beside the cliff, he wore a cold-proof robe, lay comfortably under a leafless old tree, and looked at the starry night sky with wide eyes.

Not far away, the gray-clothed boy sat in front of a rock with his eyes closed in front of him. He inserted the Park Sword three feet away from him, and the three inches of the sword head pierced under the hard stone surface.

In the middle of the night, countless dark clouds floated quietly from the night sky, and in a short while, all the twinkling cold spots were covered.

Soon, the night sky began to scatter white snowflakes, falling into the boy's hair, and staying on the boy's shoulders.

In the cold and silent night, the sudden snowflakes gradually became increasingly rapid and dense.

Bian Yao opened his eyes, and the chill caused by the melting of ice and snow pierced into his skin, prompting him to wake up from his dream. He shook his head and shook off the snowflakes on his head, then raised his hand to pat his robe, swept away the shallow snow, and turned his head to look to the side.

The boy in gray was still sitting quietly with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping unconsciously, and letting the falling snowflakes cover his body.

"His perception ability is far above him. It is impossible for him to not notice the snow, so why is it still moving..." After thinking for a while, Bian Yao closed the doubts between his eyebrows, stood up and came to the side of the young man in gray. He made no sound, but just lowered his body and gently picked up the two bags and put them into his space bag to prevent the objects inside from being wet by the melting snow.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the eyes were filled with dense scattering.

In the middle of the night, I was in the dark mountains and it was not convenient to find a place to hide the snow. Bian Yao walked back to the original old tree, tightened the collar of his robe, and wanted to drink some wine to drive away the cold, but suddenly he thought that the wine he had given to others. He couldn't help but sigh and just leaned against the tree, preparing to wait for dawn with his eyes open.

Unlike raindrops, no matter how big the snowflakes are, they are silent when they fall to the ground. They use that silent rhythm to interpret the tranquility of the mountains.

From time to time, Bian Yao would shake his head and wave his arms to slap it to prevent falling snow from continuing to accumulate on his body.

It was a bit unexpected. The snow came suddenly and it was almost gone.

In just half an hour, the rising snowflakes stopped falling, leaving half an inch deep snow. The dark clouds in the night sky suddenly dissipated, revealing the cold stars in the sky again. The cold light reflected the earth behind the snow, and you can enjoy the pure beauty.

Under the cold starlight, beside the cliff on the hillside, the gray-clothed boy had turned into a lonely snowman sitting and standing.

Suddenly, a slight cold wind blew by, and the boy in gray suddenly moved his head, and a few wisps of snowflakes fell from his ears.

Bian Yao blew a few breaths of heat into the palm of his hand, stood up quickly, and ignored his "snowman" companion, rubbed his slightly cold fingers on his own, and stomped back and forth on the snowy ground with joy, like a childish child, immersed in the fun of stepping on the snow.

Suddenly, the gray-clothed boy's hands resting on his knees moved, and his body trembled a few more times. Inexplicably, an invisible airflow suddenly surged out of his body, moving quickly on the surface of his body, and the snow covering his body floated up one after another.

After a few breaths, the plain sword in front of the gray-clothed boy suddenly let out a low and clear sarcastic whine, and began to tremble violently as the sword body began to tremble.

"whisper!"

The sword seemed to suddenly have consciousness and spirituality, and it automatically pulled out of the ground and drew an arc in the air. The tip of the sword happened to resist the forehead of the young man in gray, and it hung quietly in the air. Each person and his sword touched each other in a strange way.

At this time, the airflow that was originally flowing only on the surface of the body began to spread. A surging cyclone seemed to stir wildly around the body of the gray-clothed boy, causing snowflakes to fly around the ground, and gradually formed a miniature storm in this small space between the cliffs.

Bian Yao looked at the direction where the gray-clothed boy was, and slowly fell down his raised left foot, showing a look of astonishment on his face!

The thick snow was lifted away from the ground by the crazily airflow, and white dots danced in the air, causing them to spread wildly, almost completely obscuring his vision.

"Is he breaking the realm?" Bian Yao thought to himself, his heart slightly stern. Because he lacked understanding of the sword cultivator, he was not sure.

Speaking of the advancement of the sword cultivator, when Bian Yao was still in the cave city, he was taken to the dream field by an old ghost. He had seen a scene where a sword evilman broke the mirror and became a sword madman in the battle, but the situation at that time was different from what he saw in front of him.

However, regardless of whether the gray-clothed boy is in the stage of breaking the realm, Bian Yao, as a companion, can do at this moment, just wait quietly and be alert and guard against the surrounding situations to avoid accidents.

Amid the chaotic snowflakes, the gray-clothed boy closed his eyes, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his body was trembling constantly, as if he was suffering some indescribable pain.

The snowflakes dancing in the spin were very charming, but they also covered Bian Yao's eyes. The robe was shaking up by the airflow, and the chill rushed towards all parts of his body. However, he stood still, sticking to the responsibility he should bear as a companion.

Time passed, and about a moment later, the strong wind suddenly stopped, and the cliffs fell into silence again, leaving only snowflakes in the sky floating quietly and slowly falling.

The sound of "Soldier!" was the sound of the sword hitting the ground.

The gray-clothed boy suddenly opened his slightly frown, then he opened Leng Jiong's eyes, quickly pursed his two fingers in his meal, raised his hand and pointed around him randomly.

Suddenly, one white light after another shot out from the fingertips of the sword cultivator's fingertips, and disappeared into the night in an instant. Only the sound of stone shattering came from his ears.

Sword energy! The dazzling white cold lights are naturally sword energy. Only when a sword cultivator reaches the sword madness level can he emit it.

"Hey! Do you want to kill me?" Bian Yao lay on the cold stone floor and shouted loudly. The angry questioning seemed particularly clear and loud in the quiet mountain night.

After the "chaos" just now stopped, he was about to speak when he saw a flash in front of him. He heard the sound of rocks shattering behind him. He immediately understood and rushed to the ground in shock.

A familiar voice came into his ears. The young man in gray was stunned at first, then slowly lowered his arm, stared at the Park Sword beside his feet, with a bit of complicated joy in his eyes.

Under the bright starlight, the snowflakes that filled the air slowly fell down, and their vision gradually became clear.

Bian Yaoteng jumped from the cold stone floor, took a big step to the gray-clothed boy, glared at him with lingering fear, and said in dissatisfaction: "You guy is lucky. You have successfully broken through to the sword crazy realm through a snowfall. Unfortunately, you are a little unlucky."

The young man in gray raised his head and looked at him, then picked up the sword and stood up, ignored his dissatisfaction and ridicule, and said indifferently: "Go away! The movement just now seems to be quite small, don't attract any difficult things."

Hearing this, Bian Yao couldn't help but frown, swallowed the words rolled to the tip of his tongue, closed his mouth and didn't continue.

At this time, it was only an hour before dawn, and the two of them did not delay much. They wore starry light and walked on the cold snow, and hurried down the mountain.

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That night slowly put away its black wings, and the sky gradually showed a pale white. Not long after, a red glow appeared in the distant eastern sky.

Under the bright sky, two young men stood on the edge of the vast wilderness.

When we went south, the snow was getting lighter and shallower. At first glance, the field of vision was full of white and yellow, and sometimes a little green and covered with black hair, which looked particularly fresh and pleasing to the eye in winter.

"There is no mistake. This wild land is the southern end of the Ranyuan. When you pass through it, you will be Shuxian." Bian Yao moved his consciousness out of the book, looked at the south with joy on his face, and couldn't help but feel a sense of ease in his heart.

According to the map given to him by Lao Gui, as long as you maintain a normal speed of travel and no accidents, you can pass through the vast field in front of you for up to seven or eight days and reach the destination of this trip - Shuxian.

As far as the whole area is in chaos, the chance of encountering risks on the grassland is originally lower than that in other places. Now, we are taking advantage of the season, so there will be almost no danger on the next trip.

The morning light shines, emitting golden brilliance, warming everything on the earth.

Since entering the chaotic place and going through a lot of things on the way, the reason why I can survive safely until now is largely due to luck and the book map given by Lao Gui, which allows both of me to avoid some extremely dangerous places.

Looking at the seemingly boundless wilderness ahead, Bian Yao fell into a brief silence, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

On the side, the young man in gray was holding a cloth sword, carrying two bags behind him. He saw the corner of his mouth suddenly bent, and his body instantly turned into a gray shadow, and shot forward, with a speed almost twice as fast as before.

Bian Yao suddenly came to his senses, staring at the gray back that was quickly moving away, and couldn't help but sigh, thinking that he would suffer again in the future. You know, if Jian Kuang ran at full speed, his speed would not be much slower than the early stage Dream King who was flying in the air.

Shaking his head dejectedly, Bian Yao's feet were a little bit more snowy, and he chased after him with unwillingness.

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Seven days later, the sun sets.

The wide and long wasteland road is divided into two forks in front. At the intersection, a huge rock more than ten feet tall stands, with two large green characters engraved on it - Shuxian.

A row of towering trees grew tightly further ahead, extending quietly to the east and west sides, without seeing the edges, like a long dark green ribbon, crossing the field of view.

Bian Yao put his hands on his hips, stood in front of the huge rock and stared at the two words for a moment, his face turned slightly red, and his childhood eyebrows could not hide the deep joy.

After a year, I passed through several counties and finally passed through the chaotic and dangerous place. Now I am finally about to step into Shu County. How can I suppress my inner excitement and excitement?

"I'm leaving." The gray-clothed boy withdrew his gaze from afar and suddenly said something, with no abnormality on his face and his tone as light as before.

Bian Yao suddenly turned his head and looked at him with wide eyes. His face turned to surprise.

"Isn't there still a long way to go? Why bother breaking up in such a hurry?"

Along the way, he has become accustomed to the company of the gray-clothed boy. Although the two have not had much communication, and nearly half of the conversations can be classified as bickering, who cares about those?

"It's just about time and evening, our path should not be the same." The gray-clothed boy replied. Even when he said parting words, he seemed so cold and indifferent, just like the first meeting.

The evening sun shone on the plains, and the gray-clothed boy turned around, what remained the same was his resolute and cold face. He headed towards the southwest, and he was still carrying the cloth sword on his shoulders and carrying a bag behind him, gradually moving towards the sunset in the cold winter.

It was not until the young sword cultivator walked more than twenty feet away that Bian Yao suddenly remembered that he still did not know the other party's name until now. So he waved his arms high and shouted at the backlight's back: "Hey! What's your name? My name is Bian Yao!"

"Mu Qingge." After a brief silence, the voice of the sword cultivator's young man came from afar. He did not stop and never looked back.

Bian Yao stood there blankly, his thin figure seemed a little lonely. Looking at the back gradually drifting away, and finally becoming a little bit, his eyes showed an indescribable loneliness.

Suddenly, perhaps it was an illusion, Bian Yao felt a slight humming sound in his ears. He didn't hear it often along the way, but he was so familiar.

"Hey... I forgot to tell you, although I don't know what song you are humming, it feels quite good."

Bian Yao murmured to himself, then pondered for a moment. He suddenly grinned, raised his chest and cheered up. He glanced at the Xiri that was about to disappear, and turned around and strode southward.

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