The two of them got off the Great Wall of Yuyu, followed a forest entrance at the foot of the Great Wall, and headed towards the depths of the mountains.
There was three feet of snow on the road, and the air was extremely cold, but it still answered the old saying:
It's cold before frost and cold after snow.
"Xu Qingmu, want to have a snowball fight? In the past, I only saw snow falling among the 100-foot tall buildings in Chang'an, but I have never pinched the white snow on earth with my own hands."
"A bit childish?"
Xu Qingmu tilted his head. After all, he was already sixteen or seventeen years old. According to the time calculation of Qinglian Space, he would be eighteen years old now. Playing this snowball fight is really childish.
Wang Shuai nodded: "Yes, there were many things that I couldn't do when I was young, but when I got older, I couldn't do them anymore. That's the so-called regret, right?"
Yes, it is a pity that the people you see cannot be seen and the things you do cannot be done. And these have become irreparable wine.
Wang Shuai's eyes were lost, as if he remembered something unpleasant: "Xu Qingmu, do you have any regrets?"
He squeezed the snow hard on the ground, and it felt cold in his palms, but it became even more crystal clear after being squeezed: "I always thought that there would be a lot of time in the future to slowly get to know the old beggar, to talk about Fenghua and Xueyue, until
In the end, I didn’t even drink the bowl of wine.”
The young man threw away the snow in his hand and picked up another handful: "Later, every time I think about it, my heart aches. No matter how much wine I drink, I can't replace that bowl..."
Wang Shuai also nodded sadly: "Me too..."
Sighing: "I didn't understand before. I always felt that there was nothing interesting about those two peaks. They were just a little higher..."
Xu Qingmu turned his head, with some doubts in his eyes.
The youngest head of the Wang family continued: "It wasn't until later that Hong Li stopped taking me to take a bath that I..."
"Pah——"
A snowball hit Wang Shuai directly on the head.
Xu Qingmu regretted a little, why did he want to be more serious with this guy? After saying that, he squeezed the snowball again, trying to attack. Wang Shuai hid and fought back, complaining:
"When I was young, I didn't know how good the peak was. Now, two taels are regarded as treasures."
Xu Qingmu was completely speechless and quietly hid a stone in the snowball...
"Pah——"
Another blow hit.
"..."
Wang Shuai covered his forehead with a look of disbelief in his eyes: Why did his snowball hit me so painfully?
While the two were fighting, there was a high-level snake demon with erect pupils and a white snake tail in the distance. He vomited scarlet snake letters, smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself:
"You must be the strangers that Master Di mentioned, right? Jie Jie Jie, I'm really lucky!"
After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared.
Xu Qingmu and Wang Shuai were completely unaware.
The snow is getting heavier again.
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Li Chengru looked at the two teenagers having a snowball fight in the snowball in front of him, and there was a smile on his lips.
How nice would it be if time could always be quiet like this?
Thinking of the sky that is about to break, the imminent move of Qing Ming in the far north, and the hatred of Qiu Chi in the South China Sea, this aging literary saint feels a little worried.
After all, time in this world is rare and lifeless.
Qingqiu, who was standing aside, spoke:
"I used to say that although human beings do not have strong bodies and bodies, they do have a heart that distinguishes between good and evil. If you do good deeds and end up with a good ending, you can be called a saint."
Li Chengru curled his lips: "What do you, a little snake, know?"
Qingqiu did not refute: "When the queen is here, I will often tell you this interesting story in the world. Which young man fell in love with a girl, and after getting married, they quarreled constantly. In the end, they ended up in sorrow, and we forgot about each other. Goodbye.
It’s the eyes of the enemy.”
"They would also say which parents put their heart and soul into their lives, but they raised a white-eyed wolf who forgets his parents after getting academic merit."
"Of course, the most important thing is still the small kindness in the world, and the small beauty of a butterfly coming when a flower blooms..."
Mentioning this, Qing Qiu, who has lived for who knows how many years, still has some warmth on his face.
Shui Rou, the weakest among the Five Emperors, but the kindest one, also sacrificed a lot for this world.
Li Chengru sighed: "In fact, there are more evils in the world."
But what is good and what is evil?
Li Chengru couldn't tell at all. For example, in this life, should he be called Fang Yunyi or Li Chengru? Or, he should call himself:
Mo Li?
Can't tell the difference.
The interplay of existence and non-being, the interdependence of difficulty and ease, the interrelationship of long and short, the interdependence of high and low...
Heng Ye.
Just like the coexistence of good and evil.
In the Great Wall of Demon Control, Wang Shuai designed to kill Tie Du. Isn’t it evil? With Xu Qingmu’s experience and progress in his skills, isn’t it good? The purposes are different and the camps are different. The so-called good and evil are as different as heaven and earth.
.
But after all, in the beginning, human nature is inherently evil. The balance of heaven and earth, the coordination of yin and yang, can’t be summed up in one sentence?
Difficult.
Li Chengru did not argue with Qingqiu in this regard. Instead, he looked at the two people walking into the forest through the light curtain and said with some worry: "Then Xu Chengdi from outside will not pose a danger to them, right?"
Qingqiu shook his head:
"The man's seven emotions and six desires were sealed by the great supernatural power. Now he is like a wild beast, with only killing in his mind. Moreover, it seems that some kind of spell has been imprinted on his mind. The purpose of this trip is officially to kill Xu Qingmu."
After thinking about this, Qingqiu said: "Is he that person?"
Li Chengru also looked solemn and nodded lightly. Who else could be there besides that person? Could it be that this time, he really stood on the opposite side of mankind?
"Do you want me to take action to kill Xu Chengdi?"
Li Chengru looked at the prince who had reached the ninth realm in the light curtain, thought carefully for a while, and shook his head gently:
"Perhaps our action is exactly what the person who opened the book had in mind. Moreover, I believe Xu Qingmu."
Although this unreliable old man was worried, he still believed in him. Xu Qingmu had never let him down before.
Qingqiu seemed to remember something again:
"The four altars of the Wang family..."
"It doesn't matter, the old monsters in the thirteenth realm of the Wang family have been told some secrets by me. The entire Wang family can be trusted. It's just that I pity this little guy Wang Shuai..."
Looking up again, Li Chengru looked at the two young men with deep eyes as they stepped into the Imperial Capital Mountains.
"If there are no people with different minds in the world, why would a young man need to enter this mountain?"
"It's... the best."
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"Xu Qingmu, it seems that we have stepped into the Dijie Mountains, and the cold is even worse."
Wang Shuai shivered and kept tightening his clothes.
Xu Qingmu looked at the forest with black soil in front of him. The snow fell but did not invade, and the wind disturbed the leaves and did not move. It seemed that it was a completely different world from the outside world. When the two stepped in, there was a biting chill, and there was a faint feeling in their ears.
Whimpering sound.
"It should be. Looking at the color of the land and the traces of those snake monsters crawling, let's be careful."
Wang Shuai said "hmm" and subconsciously moved closer to Xu Qingmu, obviously a little scared.
"Xu Qingmu, I see that you occasionally take out two pieces of small paper and draw whatever you want, and you can get a lot of effects. Do you have any more of that kind of paper? Can you give me some?"
Xu Qingmu looked at Wang Shuai in astonishment:
"You can't be so old and haven't even seen a talisman, right?"
Wang Shuai was a little angry: "I'll lock you in a high-rise building all day long and try it for a few years without leaving home? In addition to drinking blood every day, you just endorse books and meditate. How can you find the time to understand these things?"
Xu Qingmu also understood that after all, Wang Shuai was really a man raised in the boudoir.
Immediately, he took out a "Fire Sun Talisman" from something nearby. This talisman can continue to burn and provide a lot of heat. It can also be detonated with spells, and the quality is quite good. Xu Qingmu also practiced for a long time and wasted a lot of talismans.
It is a talisman that is carved in the heart.
Wang Shuai was a little happy. Feeling the heat and light coming from the talisman, he gradually felt relieved.
The two of them kept relying on the Yanyang Talisman and marched for two or three miles. Seeing that the weather was getting darker, Xu Qingmu proposed to repair here.
But here comes the problem. The surrounding snake monsters may attack at any time. How to find a safe shelter?
Xu Qingmu had never thought about the secret cave of Bai Jing, but he immediately rejected the idea. Firstly, in this Qinglian space, it was not sure whether entering Baijing again would cause space overlap. Secondly, once both of them entered,
White Mirror, the opened entrance is very vulnerable to attack. When the entrance is broken, it may be even more dangerous.
So finding shelter became a headache for the two of them. In the end, the two teenagers decided to climb a tree.
Just as they said, the two of them found a thicker tree, climbed to the top of the tree, and at a thicker branch, they laid out the bedding they brought nearby and fixed it with ropes.
He entered it and fell into a deep sleep.
Xu Qingmu continued to practice cross-legged, seizing every moment, and working hard to practice the Thirty-Six Zhoutian of Beiming, which was almost at the ninth level.
Xu Qingmu can clearly feel that although the level is far less than the previous twenty-seven weeks, Beiming's improvement in his mental power is extremely strong now. Especially when he reaches the eighth realm and has learned that move to target the mental aspect.
The attack sword moves have a better understanding of the improvement of mental power.
Xu Qingmu sat cross-legged and soon entered into practice. Wang Shuai's snoring could be heard slightly. This guy really took things easy and didn't pick a bed at all.
Until late at night, Xu Qingmu was keenly aware of a rustling sound. The young man remained calm and slowly stood up. Then he saw a scene where his scalp was numb:
Countless snake monsters gathered among their subordinates, and they were on guard wherever they could see them.
There was a humanoid snake demon with a white tail standing under the tree, with erect and golden pupils. He looked at the two people on the tree and grinned.
Xu Qingmu immediately woke up Wang Shuai, who was sleeping soundly. The head of the Wang family rubbed his sleepy eyes and suffocated suddenly when he saw clearly what was happening under the tree:
"Xu Qingmu, are we dead? Is this hell?"
Xu Qingmu was worried for a while:
"No, but if you continue to sleep, it will be soon."
After all the snakes had gathered together, they all raised their heads and spit out snake messages towards the two people on the tree.
Seeing that Xu Qingmu and Wang Shuai had both woken up, the snake demon man with vertical eyes opened his slightly cracked mouth, and his voice was hoarse and strange: