Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Behind the layers of ice and snow, there is a hidden cave entrance.

Gu Xu slowly stepped into it.

Although the cave entrance is hung upside down by ice, it is full of restrictions that hide murderous intent.

However, in front of him, these restrictions were surprisingly quiet, like nothingness.

The entrance to the cave is quite narrow, with only one person barely able to pass through.

However, after walking dozens of steps inward, a spacious hall suddenly opened up before his eyes.

The ice and snow covering the walls emit a mysterious light blue fluorescence, illuminating the entire space like a dream.

Among the many tall stone pillars, there is a flat and transparent ice bed.

The last time he stepped into this cave, the snow girl was lying quietly on this bed of ice, sleeping.

At that time, her face was as cold as ice, her skin was whiter than snow, as if she were in smoke and fog, and she was as beautiful as a fairy in a dream.

But now, the cave is empty and silent, and the fairy of the past has disappeared.

Gu Xu walked slowly inside the cave along the wall.

He passed several lifelike ice sculptures of animals - an elk, a white wolf, and a crane. They had vivid expressions and lifelike shapes, and every hair on their bodies was clearly visible.

He couldn't help but recall that half a year ago, these ice sculpture animals moved vividly under the control of the snow girl, performing one interesting fairy tale after another.

He continued to move forward, bypassing several towering stone pillars.

His hand gently touched Juan Xiu's handwriting engraved on the stone pillar. Among them were poems she wrote casually, as well as her inner thoughts recorded casually.

In the midst of this, Gu Xu caught a glimpse of his own nickname - "Young Master Changsheng".

For more than ten years, she had been living alone in this cold and secluded cave, with no visitors, no books to read, and no mobile phone or Internet. Day after day, she sat on the top of Mount Yi, watching the snow, playing with the animals in the ice and snow, and talking to herself.

Ghosts may feel lonely too, Gu Xu thought.

Otherwise, how could she follow him down the mountain without hesitation, and why would she be willing to burn her soul for him, a man whose true identity was unclear?

He sighed softly, then walked out of the cave and sat under a pine tree covered with snow.

At this time, snowflakes began to fall again in Yishan.

Looking at the snow-covered mountains and the snow-covered scene, he couldn't help but think of the poem the Snow Girl wrote in front of him: "I only saw jade dust sprinkled, silver sand rolling, and the sky full of luan cranes. In an instant, the green mountains were already gone." old."

That night, Gu Xu was like a sculpture, sitting quietly. He watched the crescent moon rising slowly from the east and then slowly setting towards the west.

Feather-like snowflakes fell on his head and shoulders, but he seemed not to notice it.

At some point, the weapon spirit of Jinghong Pen quietly appeared beside him and sat side by side with him.

Together they watched the first ray of morning light emerge in the eastern sky.

Gu Xu turned his head at this moment and looked at the beautiful face of Qi Ling beside him. The words Xue Nu said to him at the dining table in Jingzhou City echoed in his mind:

"The human world is very warm. I really want to be a human again."

In his free time recently, Gu Xu has thought many times about whether there is some way to bring a person who has lost both body and soul back to the world.

According to Emperor Ziwei's memory, the only way he can currently find is to practice to the ninth realm and then try to enter the river of destiny in this world to find and fish out the soul imprint left by her.

The long river of destiny is the memory of a world.

Every creature that has ever existed here will inevitably leave unique traces in it.

Perhaps, when he reaches the ninth realm and becomes the master of this world, he can freely travel through the river of destiny, find the mark of the snow girl's soul, and bring her back to the world.

However, even Emperor Ziwei has never touched the legendary ninth realm, so whether this method is really feasible remains to be verified.

"Miss Lu, I will do my best to help you realize your wish," Gu Xu looked at the weapon spirit beside him and said calmly and seriously, "I will definitely find a way to allow you to live here again as a human being. Live once in this world.”

"Sir." Qi Ling didn't seem to understand what he was saying.

His figure was clearly reflected in her eyes as clear as glass.

She stretched out her hand, trying to grab his sleeve, but since she had no body, her fingers passed directly through his body. Although Qi Ling looks a lot like her, it is not her after all.

Gu Xu thought to himself.

When the rising sun began to rise and golden light filled the earth, Gu Xu stood up and prepared to return to Luojing City.

Suddenly, a bright red figure appeared on the top of the snow-capped Yishan Mountain.

Zhao Yan, who was wearing a red dress, walked towards him through the snow.

"Yan'er, why are you here?"

"I heard that you were not in the palace all night, so I came out to look for you. I wanted to see if you, a wanderer, had incurred love debts outside again."

Hearing this, Gu Xu lowered his head and was silent for a moment.

When he came to Yishan, he did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts, so it was not difficult for Zhao Yan to find him.

"Have you been here for a while?" he asked again.

"It's been an hour."

"Then why...you just waited nearby and didn't ask me to go back?"

Zhao Yan took his arm and said softly: "I saw you sitting quietly under the tree with a solemn expression and motionless, so I didn't dare to disturb you. To be honest, I have never seen you look like this."

She paused, looked at the cave entrance covered by ice and snow, and asked tentatively: "Snow Girl?"

Gu Xu nodded.

The entire experience of his escape, whether it was traveling through time and space in "Return to the Ruins" or going to Yishan to find Xue Nu as a bodyguard, he mentioned it to Zhao Yan after their marriage. Xue Nu burned her soul to save him, and Zhao Yan also knew this.

Regarding this matter, Zhao Yan felt very conflicted.

On the one hand, she didn't want to see another woman occupying an important position in his heart, even if this woman had passed away; on the other hand, she also understood that without Xue Nu, Gu Xu would probably have died on the way to escape. , they will never meet again.

After thinking about it, she finally just regretted that her power was not strong enough, and she was tied to the throne so that Dayan could not escape, and failed to provide protection for Gu Xu when he was most helpless.

At this moment, Zhao Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of the white-clothed and black-haired Jinghong Bi Qi Ling who had been hiding behind Gu Xu.

This was the first time that Jinghong Bi Qi Ling showed his true appearance in front of her.

Zhao Yan suddenly froze and stood there in a daze.

It wasn't until Gu Xu gently pulled her arm that she came back to her senses as if waking up from a dream.

"Yan'er, what's wrong?"

"She is the weapon spirit of Jinghong Pen?"

"Yes."

"That Miss Lu also looks like this?"

Gu Xu nodded and hummed.

"No wonder."

"What's the wonder?"

"No wonder you are obsessed with resurrecting her," Zhao Yan sighed softly, "She is so beautiful, even I was a little moved when I saw her, let alone you, a slut.

"The most beautiful woman in Qingzhou in the past really lived up to her reputation."

From her words, Gu Xu could clearly smell the smell of jealousy.

"Come back with me, my most beautiful woman in Youzhou," he reached out and gently held her waist, comforting her, "tonight is New Year's Eve, we have to eat dumplings and watch the fireworks together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he tore apart the space and disappeared at the top of Yishan Mountain with her in an instant.

Jinghong Brushwork Spirit stood silently on the spot for a moment, and then like ink droplets dripping into clear water, the figure gradually faded and soon disappeared. (End of chapter)