It was the middle of winter, and the cold wind in the vast Tianqi Mountains was blowing strongly. As for the temperature above the snow peak, it was extremely low. Fortunately, because the peak was too high, it was not blocked by the mist of dense valleys among the foothills, and the sunlight shone directly here.
Although it can't bring much real warmth, it can bring some psychological comfort to people.
Just as the middle-aged man on the Hulan Sea guessed, there was indeed someone on the top of the snow peak that was bitter, cold, quiet and clear, which may have been unseen for thousands of years. It was a Taoist priest wearing a thin shirt and an ebony fork between his bun.
The Taoist priest looked calm and had a thin figure. He was carrying a wooden sword behind him. He quietly looked at the white clouds floating below the snow peak, the barren fields below the white clouds, and the Hulan Sea that looked like a white mirror.
The world from Zhishouguan is - Piaotian Literature - Changyouyuan yaya, like the sound of the protagonist of the opera when he appeared.
The middle-aged man at the foot of the mountain frowned slightly. At this time, he certainly felt the sword intent. He didn't know where the sword intent was stabbed, but he also vaguely guessed that it was worth the man's lifelong cultivation to stab a sword.
Who will be the person?
He had already cast countless spies on this wasteland, and even mobilized the helpers from the military headquarters. It was obvious that the man had appeared in Bihu outside Weicheng a few days ago, but why did he suddenly come here?
But he did not hesitate. As a peak powerhouse in the world, he could vaguely sense his luck and know that this was an excellent opportunity for him. Moreover, he had his own pride, so he ignored the scene of Xuefeng. No one knew about it.
, but he was destined to be shocked by the encounter in the world, and walked towards the exit of the valley with a solemn expression.
The valley was still filled with thin mist, covering the smooth and steep stone walls that were chopped out by a knife and axe, and also covering the sound of footsteps that were gradually approaching, but then it could not cover the figures of the young people inside forever.
In the snow peak, Ye Su, the successor of Zhishouguan, finally met the scholar on the other side of the line. Under the snow peak, the middle-aged man thought he would soon meet the book of heaven. Compared with this, for a long time
It's worth waiting.
Whether it is fourteen years.
Still a lifetime.
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