The frost falls to the cold, and the light ice fills the water.
Overnight, white lights lie on the ground, and snow falls into the world like catkins. When you push the door out, you will see that the sky and the earth are the same color, as transparent as white paper.
Chen Changsheng exhaled white mist from his mouth, and gusts of cold wind blew on his face.
He left the valley alone.
Between the plains of the mountains, white snow spreads across the calf, covering up the bleak meaning. The plum blossoms in the mountain stream bloom like crimson lips.
At this moment, everything is silent.
Chen Changsheng stood in the mountain, and after countless years, he met Feixue again.
"Summer insects can also talk about ice, and summer insects can also talk about ice..."
Chen Changsheng suddenly burst into laughter.
That hearty laugh spread throughout the mountain stream, and between the white patch, it seemed like the blue shadow became the master.
Chen Changsheng took off the wine gourd and poured a mouthful of Qiuyue wine.
This flying snow is his old friend of Chen Changsheng, and it is a great pleasure in life.
Chen Changsheng danced his sword in the snow.
The sword intent of this day was endless, as if it was a memory, with joy and pride, and no longer the lonely years.
The sword energy spread across the mountain stream, rolling up the snow and fluttering with the sword in his hand.
Snow presses on the branches, and the heaven and earth sound.
Bai Ziqiu walked out of the valley wrapped in a thick jacket and saw Chen Changsheng in the snow dancing.
He was in a daze for a moment and murmured.
"Sword Intent, is this sword intent!?"
Bai Ziqiu opened his lips slightly and muttered: "Why is it completely different from his previous sword intent?"
The sword flower is lightly picked, carrying Chen Changsheng's expectations and misses for more than ten years.
This sword is mixed with the cold air of flying snow.
A sword of winter snow comes, the cold air is biting, but it is so beautiful.
Bai Ziqiu was a little obsessed with it. He had been familiar with it for more than 3,000 years, but he had never seen such a beautiful sword.
Flying snow rippled like flowers in this mountain stream, and strange phenomena arose between the heaven and earth. All living things looked up at this place, shocked by the vastness of the sword energy.
All things are so crazy about this moment.
As the sword fell, it seemed as if nothing had happened. Feixue was calm in the blink of an eye, everything faded at this moment.
A breath of turbid air was exhaled.
Chen Changsheng put away his sword. When he raised his hand, he saw the snowflakes falling into the palm of his palm, melting into water droplets, and then slipping away from the gaps between his fingers.
Bai Ziqiu walked up slowly, his face was rosy, and he asked after a breath, "Does this sword have a name?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said with a smile: "Hanshanxue, how about it?"
After hearing this, Bai Ziqiu shook his head and said, "This sword is so beautiful, is Han Shanxue more violent?"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "It's okay, just use my sword to get it, just be happy."
After hearing this, Bai Ziqiu smiled helplessly and said, "If your sword appears in the world of immortal cultivation, it will definitely become famous."
"What do you want to be famous?"
Chen Changsheng said: "This sword was born because of the joy in his heart."
Bai Ziqiu looked at him and couldn't help but feel a little envious. He was wondering what kind of strange person Chen Changsheng was. The world in this world was so painful, but he had to erase the vicissitudes of life.
He came back to his senses and asked, "By the way, your sword intent is different from the past. Could it be that you have re-established the sword intent?"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "No, why do you ask this?"
"Not?!" Bai Ziqiu was stunned for a moment, then said: "That sword intent of the years..."
Chen Changsheng raised his fingers, and a wisp of sword energy condensed at his fingertips. The sword intent faded, implying the loneliness of time.
He also stretched out his left hand and condensed a sword energy with his fingers, which also had the intention of swords, which seemed to be happy and free.
Bai Ziqiu immediately reacted. He was stunned and stunned. After careful consideration, he couldn't speak even after a while.
Seeing him stunned, Chen Changsheng asked, "What's wrong?"
Bai Ziqiu came back to her senses, frowned and muttered, "How strange it is..."
Chen Changsheng looked at him in confusion.
Bai Ziqiu raised his head. He had practiced swords for so many years, but he had never seen such an existence before.
"How could you have two sword intents at the same time..."
Chen Changsheng was stunned when he heard this and asked, "Why can't there be two types?"
Bai Ziqiu said, "The intention of the sword is like a skill, it is only one. The sword is connected with the intention. What is the intention? What is the sword? If the two intentions are one, it will inevitably not be integrated. At the least, it will be as if it is in a devil."
Chen Changsheng felt himself and then said, "But, Chen didn't feel any problems."
Bai Ziqiu also found it strange that Chen Changsheng brought him too many surprises.
And the sword intent today.
Although he didn't understand why Chen Changsheng could suddenly realize the sword intent in a flying snow, these two sword intents really shocked him for a long time.
So much so that Bai Ziqiu pondered for dozens of days later but could not find the answer.
...
On the top of that mountain.
There was a man sitting cross-legged here, and Feixue had covered it up and piled up into a pile of snow, but the people in it had not moved for a long time.
Next to the flying snow, a white fox was lying on the ground, closing his eyes and taking a nap.
After a long time, the snow pile seemed to move.
The white fox opened his eyes and took two steps back.
As the snow pile collapsed, the figure stood up from the snow pile, looked into the distance, and sighed.
With a sound of fox, the white fox jumped up and landed on the man's shoulder.
Unexpectedly, the white fox suddenly asked: "The demon realm is a little uneasy recently, you might as well go back earlier."
The dog paused, turned his head and looked at the white fox. He shook his head and said, "I have to stay here."
The white fox sighed and said, "Those who have entered the demon realm will not have any good endings in the end. Why don't you understand?"
The dog paused for a moment, and he sighed, but did not explain.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the white fox continued, "I saved you because I thought of the fact that the person named Li had a very close relationship with me. If you were stubborn, you would have to die in my hands in the end."
The dog paused and said, "But you still didn't say why you killed him."
The white fox paused and said, "Didn't I say it many times? I am a demon, he is a human, and many things are involuntary."
The dog didn't ask any more, but said, "Half a year has passed, maybe I can beat you. If I win this time, you will let me go forward. What?"
"You have to go and die."
"Um……"
The dog nodded and said, "When I came, I begged for peace, but I actually knew that I would probably not go back alive."
The white fox fell silent. It jumped down from its shoulders, took a few steps back, and pulled away from the dog.
"You human race are really stupid."
As the white fox opened his mouth, a demon suddenly rippled out.
This white fox, who seems to be inconspicuous, has the eighth level of cultivation!!!
A pressure hit.
The dog's face suddenly became ugly.
Even though he knew that this was hitting the stone with an egg, he still stared at the pressure and never retreated.