The next day, Qing Meng and others went to Beitianmen. What they saw was not a large sect, but a rotten place that was worse than ruins.
Everyone was stunned, Lou Ning said to himself: "Did we go to the wrong place?"
"No, it's right here." Qing Meng pulled out a half-broken copper Suzaku from the snowdrift, which was evidence that Beitianmen once existed.
Ji Dongli felt a little cold, so he started to trot around until he saw a person coming along the path.
"Hey, look, there's a person over there!" Ji Dongli shouted with a smile. Everyone didn't pay attention at first, until they saw the altar and incense candles in the man's hands.
He was an old man, his hair had long since fallen out, his beard was sparse and covered with snow, and he was wearing tattered clothes with Suzaku printed on them. On such a cold day, he didn't feel cold even without a hat.
The old man didn't even look at Meng and the others clearly. He arranged the altar as if no one else was around, burned incense and worshiped, and knelt down several times respectfully.
Lou Ning couldn't bear his temper and walked forward and asked softly: "Old sir, who are you worshiping on such a cold day?"
"Pay homage to my disciples... pay homage to the former Beitianmen..." The old man kowtowed to himself and replied.
Qing Meng was a little surprised. Could it be that this old man was related to the down-and-out Beitianmen? He stepped forward and asked anxiously: "Who is this old gentleman?"
"Unknown old man, what do you have to ask?" The old man stood up, swept the snow off his body, picked up his things and was about to go back.
"Wait a minute!" Qing Meng shouted anxiously: "Excuse me, old gentleman, do you know someone?"
"Who?" The old man stopped and stood there.
"Huai Tianmen Xiao Qingfeng." Ji Dongli took the words and answered.
The old man didn't speak, and motioned for a few people to follow him. Qingmeng called him and everyone followed the old man.
After walking for a long time, they came to a very high mountain, which towered so tall that everyone stood there with fear without fear.
"On the mountain..." The old man coughed a few times and disappeared into the snow.
Lou Ning stepped forward and said to Qing Meng, "Is this old man playing tricks on us? Or is there some kind of trap?"
"Always
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You will know after you try it!" Qing Meng couldn't wait any longer and took the lead to go up the mountain. Shi Jingkong followed Lou Ning and took his time before going up the mountain. Ji Dongli went up the mountain last, until Ji Dongli went up the mountain.
, found that they had separated...
"Qingmeng..." Ji Dongli shouted with a cry, she regretted a little, she would not have come to Xiaobei if she had known.
She did not choose to return to the palace by herself, but decided to go into the mountains to search, although she didn't know why she made this decision.
The snow on the mountain was heavier and the wind was stronger. Ji Dongli was almost pushed off the terrifying cliff many times. Because she was still afraid of monsters in the mountain, she had to walk on the steep mountainside. The cold wind was howling, as if the whole world was covered with snow.
Wearing silver equipment, the air pressure is getting heavier and heavier, and snow curtains are covered in the mountains and forests. The surrounding peaks are like icebergs, carved into zigzag shapes on the edge of the black sky.
There was a person standing on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, no, to be precise, it was a black shadow. Ji Dongli's hand was scratched by the cliff, and she gritted her teeth because she knew that no one could help you if you cried here -
Except myself.
A distant flute sound came, the sound was melodious and sad, as if telling a miserable and tragic story.
The sound of the flute should have made a crisp and beautiful sound, but at this time, the sound of the flute was filled with waves of sadness and wisps of loneliness.
Ji Dongli was so fascinated by the sound of the flute that she accidentally stepped on a piece of broken ice.
"Ah!" She screamed in fright, and quickly held the sharp stone next to her, her palms bleeding continuously.
With this scream, the sound of the flute stopped immediately, and the black figure stood up, jumped and disappeared.
Ji Dongli had no time to pay attention to that dark figure. His hand was already in terrible pain, and he might develop frostbite in a while.
"Gah!" The stone beside her left foot moved. Ji Dongli breathed out loudly and tried to climb up. It didn't matter if it didn't move. This movement cracked the stone under her left foot. "Ahhh!" Ji Dongli shouted.
His throat was broken, and he held the small stone on it tightly with both hands.
The safety of the entire body is concentrated on this small stone. Ji Dongli's hand really can't hold it anymore. The injury on the hand, the cold, and the hard grinding of the small stone can make Ji Dongli fall off the cliff at any time.
A broken body.
The black figure suddenly appeared on the top of Ji Dongli's mountain, holding a jade flute in his left hand, a sword in his right hand, and a wine gourd hanging on his waist. He was wearing dark blue clothes with the word "Tianmen" embroidered on them.
black pants and a pair of black boots. Her long hair floated with the cold wind
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, handsome yet chivalrous.
"Help me!" Ji Dongli saw hope and desperately called for help. The man looked at Ji Dongli and quickly jumped down, holding the stone with one hand and reaching out to Ji Dongli with the other hand.
She nervously held the man's hand, and the man jumped up the mountain like the wind. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it even to death.
The man didn't even look at him, so Ji Dongli didn't see his face clearly, but judging from his handsome figure, his appearance couldn't be any worse.
"Go down the mountain by yourself, don't run towards the cliff..." The man put on his straw hat and planned to leave.
"Wait a minute! Do you want to abandon me?" Ji Dongli yelled nervously.
The man stood there as if he had been hit with a stick. When he slowly looked back, the tears he shed were already frozen on his face.
He pounced on Ji Dongli like a mad dog, and asked as kindly as if he had met his lover: "Lamei? How are you? Are you injured?"
"Lamei? I don't know you..." Ji Dongli replied with a confused look on her face.
"Nonsense, I can tell from your face, it must be wintersweet." The man touched Ji Dongli's frozen red face with his hand.
"Pa!" With a crisp slap, the man took a few steps back and covered his left cheek.
"You gangster! Am I really an aunt who is easy to mess with?" Ji Dongli's hand suddenly hurt, and it seemed that she had frostbite.
"I'm sorry...I admitted my mistake..." The man felt a little ashamed. "The frostbite on your hands hasn't healed yet? Why don't you come to my house?"
"Come to your house? What do you want to do to me again?" Ji Dongli hugged herself and took a few steps back.
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I just couldn't bear the injury on your hand and wanted to take you to my house to recuperate." The man's words were obviously a bit condescending.
"Okay, but let me tell you, grandma, if you want to do anything shameful to me, be careful and chop your head off!" Ji Dongli said this, but in fact, her heart was already full of love, because, because of the man in front of her.
——So handsome!
"My name is Ji Dongli. Let's get to know each other. What's your name?" Ji Dongli smiled broadly, but after hearing the answer, her expression froze.