It is already cold winter, and the snow is always white, because this dirty world always needs a trace of purity.
The plum blossoms are already blooming, but the fire in the Flame Mountain is still brilliant. There is snow piled up on the hills in the distance. Three palace maids outside the cave sit long and the wind is rustling. However, there is no chill in their eyes, only expectation, and that kind of firm expectation.
Because they believed that Shao Jian would never die. Shao Jian had encountered too many deaths, but the god of death seemed to be invincible to him. No one could kill Shao Jian, and even he himself could not do it.
Shao Jian in the cave was looking for an exit. He believed that he could definitely leave here. When he found a fragile place, he drew his sword and slashed it, but he could only split a small mouth. He knew that Feng Huayang and the others had added true energy to the soil when they sealed the Huoyun Cave outside, and the true energy flowed on it, so Shao Jian had no choice at all.
Murong Qing didn't seem to want to go out at all. He didn't want to do anything except walk out of the corner every day to grab a few turtles and stuff them into his mouth.
Shao Jian would sometimes walk over and talk to Murong Qing. Because a person is always lonely, Murong Qing gradually became the object of his congratulations. Shao Jian began to tell him many stories, about his own stories. Every time Shao Jian laughed, and Murong Qing just listened quietly and said nothing, because he couldn't speak at all.
Gradually, Shao Jian talked about the present, Wugui Villa, and Murong Qing's son.
Shao Jian looked at Murong Qing and said, "I admire very few people in my life, but your son is among them!"
When Shao Jian said this, Murong Qing gradually reacted, and his empty eyes gradually began to beat.
When Shaojian talked about his son committing suicide, Murong Qing suddenly stood up, and Shaojian was also shocked. He always thought that Murong Qing would never hear him, but Shaojian was wrong. It turned out that Murong Qing could understand. When he heard Shaojian's words, he stood up and ran towards Shaojian and then grabbed Shaojian's neck. The empty eyes were staring at Shaojian tightly, and Shaojian looked at his eyes.
Then Murong Qing opened his mouth and roared. Shao Jian couldn't understand, but he knew what Murong Qing wanted to say.
Murong Qing roared with sadness and resentment, and there was a fire in his eyes.
Then Shao Jian said: "For them, death is a kind of relief. They live in hatred all their lives, and they cannot get happiness. Do you not understand this at all?"
Murong Qing was stunned when he heard this. He stayed for a long time and then retreated, then sat down and looked at the darkness above his head. There was nothing in the darkness, but Murong Qing seemed to have seen a lot of things.
Shao Jian slept, and he hadn't had a rest for a long time. He hoped that he would not have dreams, because his dreams were often too beautiful, and beautiful dreams always had too many sources of reality, so he would be sad when he woke up, and he hated dreaming even more.
When Shao Jian woke up, he saw Murong Qing pounding the corner where he sat down. Murong Qing's fist was pounding the ground desperately. With one punch, he could see the floor and dust flying, and red flames were actually blew out of the fist and the ground. Murong Qing used his strength to grow stronger and deeper the ground sinks. Then Murong Qing stood in the big pit where he beat him and then took out a black gun.
As soon as the gun was pulled out, a black light was emitted from his body, and a big hole appeared in the stone wall in front. Then Murong Qing fired thirty shots in a row, each of which was extremely cold.
Shao Jian was shocked. He flew up and prepared to help, but Murong Qing hit Shao Jian to the ground with a backhand.
Shao Jian was about to stand up, Murong Qing had already penetrated a big hole in the mountain wall, and a cold wind blew in and mixed with a large piece of snowflakes fell on the ground. Shao Jian could already see the light outside, which was dazzling and desirable.
Murong Qing grabbed Shao Jian and jumped out. Shao Jian never dreamed that he was himself who wanted to trap Murong Qing, but Murong Qing was the one who rescued him.
At this time, the palace maid, Yang, and Weizhuang suddenly heard a loud thunder sound. Then they looked up and saw that the source of the sound suddenly opened a hole. Shao Jian jumped out from it, and of course Murong Qing also jumped out.
The palace maids and the others were both surprised and happy. Shao Jian surrounded him as soon as he landed on the ground. The palace maids are in a good mood now and seem to have never been so good. Even Murong Qing, who is beside Shao Jian, did not notice it.
The snowflakes fell quickly, but they were also very white!
The palace maid ran over and hugged Shaojian. Shaojian was stunned at first, then hugged the palace maid, and then smiled and said, "I'm finally back!"
The palace maid almost twitched, "Don't leave when you come back, take me with you if you want to leave!" She was so sure that she had never been so bold before, but at this moment she said it. She was very excited now. When she was excited, she often told her true words. She said her true words now, and she shed tears, tears blended with snowflakes, and those good and bad memories also frozen at this moment.
Shao Jian smiled and said, "Let's go together in the future! So are you!"
When Shao Jian said this, he looked at Yang and Weizhuang. When Weizhuang heard this, he blushed. It was winter and the weather was very cold. Weizhuang's face was pale, but now it was red, like a woman.
When everyone paused and their inner excitement, they also saw Murong Qing, who was still as stupid as before.
Yang also asked in surprise: "What's going on?"
Shao Jian replied immediately: "He saved me!"
Everyone said in surprise: "Are you serious?"
Shao Jian nodded and said, "Take it seriously!"
Yang suddenly laughed: "Since that's the case, we have one more friend!"
Shao Jian was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed: "No, he's a friend!"
Wei Zhuang also said: "If you are friends, you have to drink!"
The palace maid smiled and said, "But your alcohol tolerance is not good!"
Wei Zhuang's face suddenly turned redder.
Yang said again: "Where will go next?"
Shao Jiandao: "The 11th Small World!"
Yang asked, "Are you serious?"
Shao Jian said: "Be serious, and we are going together!"
Yes! Great! Go together!
Everyone cheered, the road was already under their feet, and they began to walk forward. The road was not far away, and they laughed happily.
Murong Qing followed behind him, his eyes still looked at Shao Jian, and the snowflakes fell on his shoulders. He suddenly turned his lips and smiled, not knowing what the smile was for, but he himself knew that he was in a good mood now!
Murong Qing is no longer the Murong Qing he used to be. After getting along this month, Murong Qing has long been used to listening to Shaojian telling those stories, and those stories have already left a mark in Murong Qing's heart.
On the white road, Shao Jian and the others smiled and looked at the sky. The sky seemed to have no boundaries, and their good mood seemed to have no end.
This is a pine forest, and the pine forest is also snow-white. Several still green pine branches stick out to catch more white snow. The snow falling in the pine forest is blocked by branches and leaves.
They have many choices or choices to pass by, but they chose such a pine forest road. The scenery here is not the most beautiful, but it is very comfortable. They can easily walk on it.
At this time, Yang asked, "Shao Jian, did you kill those lords?"
Shao Jian smiled and said, "No one can tell whether it is true or false. Fake is true. Even if you know it, it will be useless!"
Yang smiled and said, "I know what you said, but there is only one thing I don't know!"
Shao Jian said: "You ask!"
Yang asked, "What exactly are you asking them for?"
Shao Jiandao: "Because I need to know one thing, I know one thing in the battle for gunman!"
Yang asked, "What's the matter?"
Shao Jian said: "The reason why Murong Qing went wild is that no one stopped him!"
Yang continued to ask, "What does this mean?"
Shao Jian said: "It means that everyone does not want to stop this matter, so I thought that maybe no one will stop it just because someone is controlling it. Since this person can control everyone, then I want to know from all the Lords who is behind the scenes. But the Lord will be killed after I leave, and that person should be the one who controls the Lord!"
Yang said again: "What do you mean is that all the Lords are controlled?"
Shao Jian said: "No, some people should be just being used, and I still know that Murong Qing is also controlled by others, and I once met someone before!"
Yang asked, "Who is it?"
Shao Jiandao: "Murong Qing's son!"
Yang was surprised, but he quickly calmed down. He said, "What did you know from his son?"
Shao Jian said: "Murong Qing is doing this for revenge!"
What kind of hatred?
Shao Jian continued: "Someone was poisoning in Chibashan, so that all the children in Chibashan are still less than three feet tall to this day! So Murong Qing designed a series of plans to avenge his revenge in order to get the weapons he now has!"
Yang was silent for a while and continued: "That's how Murong Qing got the weapon, he was still controlled. Someone used his revenge mentality to send him into the palm of someone else's hand!"
Shao Jian smiled and said, "Now I will still go to the Eleventh World. I want to ask who this person is!"
Yang shook his head and said, "I'm afraid you will never get the truth from them, because they can be controlled. I think they are ready to die!"
Shao Jian smiled and said, "You are right, but I don't plan to get the truth from them. This time I will face the people behind the scenes directly!"
Yang Ye smiled and said, "You want to pry open the fox's mouth?"
Shao Jian smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's the tiger's mouth!"
Haha! Everyone laughed!
But while they were laughing, they also heard a sound of piano, which was refreshing and pleasant!
The sound of the piano came from not far away. They walked forward. There was indeed someone in front of them. Two people were in an old pavilion in the snow. The pavilion was engraved with three words: Songfeng Pavilion!
With songs and pianos, Shao Jian walked up there, and a smell of wine came from the pine forest!
The people in the pavilion did not drink because the monk never drank!