After eavesdropping on the little junior sister’s voice, the entire sect went crazy.

There was a lot of snow on the ground. Jiang Xin had stepped on the snow enough and took out a shield.

The palm-sized shield overflowed with rich spiritual power, and it looked like a high-level protective magic weapon.

Jiang Xin threw the shield on the ground, with the enemy side facing down, and the shield quickly became normal size.

Jiang Xin sat on it and patted the free other half behind her: "Junior brother, I will take you to fly!"

"Huh? Oh." Jiangxiao, who had always been a little out of his mind, came back to his senses, walked over and sat down behind Jiang Xin.

"Hold on tight." Jiang Xin warned, tightly grasping the raised front end of the shield, and with a "ouch", she slid down the snowy slope of the mountain at lightning speed.

The snow on the ground is deep. Kunlun Palace has not cleared all the snow, but simply cleared a path for people to walk.

Jiang Xin did not take this trail, but chose places with thick snow to ski.

In the silent mountains, her cheerful laughter was particularly clear.

Chu Linfeng looked envious: "Which one of you can lend me a magic weapon that looks like a shield? I want to play with it too."

Lin Yan didn't think it was necessary: ​​"Your sword can fly faster than this, why are you still envious of your junior sister's toys?"

Chu Linfeng was envious: "The sword is the sword, and the skiing is the skiing. I haven't skied on the snow yet."

He drew out his sword and looked at the shiny blade, and a bold idea came to him.

Ning Yao, who is also a sword cultivator, has the dignity of a sword cultivator and thinks his idea is dangerous: "If you go skiing on the sword, the sword will cry."

Chu Linfeng expressed doubts: "Then I usually slide my sword through the air, so why doesn't it cry?"

Ning Yao was immediately asked, and was stunned for a moment before saying: "Usword is Yujian, and skiing is skiing."

Chu Linfeng was justified: "Sword riding is about sliding on the air, and there is no essential difference between skiing and skiing."

He threw the long sword and slashed it with two fingers.

The long sword drew a circle in the air and stopped steadily at his feet.

Chu Linfeng was about to step on it happily, when he suddenly heard a crisp "Hey" coming from the front.

Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao's "sleigh" was speeding, hit a big snowball that suddenly appeared on the hillside, and flew straight away.

The shield sled rolled up into the sky and spun around in the air. Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao fell out of it and plunged into the thick snow.

The protective magic weapons on the little guys automatically took effect, protecting them and drilling two large holes in the snow.

The danger disappeared, these automatically operating protective instruments no longer took effect, and Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao remained as they were.

——They were buried vertically in the snow like two upside-down onions, with only one short leg exposed, and they were flapping vigorously.

Because it was buried too deep, no matter how hard they pulled at each other with their short hands, they were always pulling at each other in the snow.

Moreover, due to their pulling, the upper layer of snow loosened, burying the two little guys deeper.

Jiang Xin's dissatisfied cry echoed in the soft snow: "Brother Wuwuwu, help me..."

Wu Xin was the first to laugh unkindly.

Then he realized that these two were big guys, and he raised his hands to cover his eyes.

Wen Ziqi was also happy, but was puzzled by Wu Xin's actions: "Master, what does this mean?"

"Afraid of going blind." Wu Xin said concisely. He opened a crack with his fingers covering his eyes and glanced at the two "upside-down green onions" on the hillside. He couldn't help but let out a "poof".

It's not that his Buddhist heart is not firm enough, it's just that this scene is too interesting.

Ning Yao and Zhao Shi quickly used the Wind Riding Technique, stepped forward to pull Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao out of the snow, and gently patted the snow off their bodies.

Chu Linfeng raised his sword and put away his immature idea.

Sword-riding and skiing are indeed different.

He was about to take a step to care for his junior brothers and sisters when he suddenly saw Lin Yan's solemn expression.

"Second Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Chu Linfeng called him.

Lin Yan replied deeply: "We saw the embarrassing scene of our junior brother, will we be silenced in the future?" After all, his true identity is the Mahayana Demon Lord.

Chu Linfeng was a little scared, but soon felt relieved: "This is not the first time I have seen my junior brother in trouble. There are many things that made him want to silence us, including this one."

Thinking of the past, Lin Yan was a little panicked and couldn't help but touch the tortoise shell.

He had to find a way out for everyone.

Not far away, facing his senior brother's concern, Jiang Xin pouted and complained to Zhao Shi unhappily: "Fourth senior brother, it's a good thing that you are not Dai Hanshu's biological child. Look at the mountains in their Kunlun Palace. They are nothing like us. Shan of the Wenxin Sect is so sensible, how dare he trip me up!"

After saying this, she felt confused and stomped her feet twice to express her dissatisfaction.

Zhaoshi felt that this was not the mountain's problem, but the junior sister puffed up her cheeks with anger, like a little hamster. He could only endure the words of explanation in his heart: "We will not go this way in the future."

Jiangxiao had been absent-minded all day, and then a "car accident" happened. After he was pulled out by Ning Yao, he saw that Jiang Xin was fine and started to wander again.

Ning Yao noticed his unusual quietness and asked with concern: "Junior brother, are you okay?"

Jiangxiao came back to her senses, shook her head, and said angrily: "I'm fine."

"Junior brother, don't be sad, I'm going to avenge us!" Jiang Xin rolled up her sleeves and walked forward, "If things are not fair, someone will take care of it. If the road is not level, someone will plow it. Let me create a road to the sky for Kunlun Palace - Hey, why is it you? "

Before Jiang Xin finished singing her tune, she paused and looked at the pool of "things" in front of her in shock.

That was the big snowball that caused them to overturn before.

Due to the impact of the shield sleigh, what was originally a large, perfectly round snowball was shattered, revealing the "stuffing" inside.

That's another snowball.

Three snowballs are stacked together to form a snowman.

At this moment, the snowman was lying on his back on the ground, his round body combined with the branches and hands spread out on both sides, arranging himself to look like a bird's paw print.

Since they only knew one snowman in Kunlun Palace, Ning Yao asked tentatively: "Fellow Taoist Ren Yuan?"

The snowman's obsidian eyes that had lost their luster moved and he weakly responded: "Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Hearing that the voice was really his, Ning Yao was surprised: "Why did you come out? Aren't you going to retreat?"

Ren Yuan's face made of snow clearly showed pain: "Cultivation is so difficult, I think it would be better for me to surrender to the palace master."

He has three spiritual roots, which is not the best spiritual root, but it is still a good spiritual root.

Being able to cultivate to the golden elixir stage, with solid cultivation, and being able to travel far away to practice alone shows that there is nothing wrong with his cultivation attitude, and he will not say "cultivation is difficult" for no reason.

Ning Yao said with relief: "My fellow Taoist's injury has not healed, and his meridians have not fully recovered. It is normal to find it difficult to practice."

Ren Yuan said desperately: "It's not that the meridians are blocked, it's that I can't feel my spiritual veins at all now."

Chu Linfeng was surprised: "If you don't have spiritual veins, don't you become a mortal?"

Ren Yuan raised his twig hand and pointed at himself: "You say that I, a snowman, am a mortal. Do mortals agree?"

"Then we definitely can't agree. They will only think you are a monster." Chu Linfeng sympathized with him and asked Jiang Xin out of habit, "Little junior sister, what's going on?"

"He doesn't have enough imagination. He feels that after turning into a snowman, he is no longer a monk. He doesn't know how to practice, so he can't sense the spiritual veins." Jiang Xin hated iron for not becoming steel. "Think more about it. Don't think of yourself as a monk." As an individual, can’t you still think of yourself as a monk?”

Why does it sound like monks are inferior to humans?
Ren Yuan was dissatisfied: "I think my imagination is already very rich!"

Jiang Xin: "Then why are you still a snowman?"

Ren Yuan was silent for a moment, speechless.

Seeing that he was too sad, Zhaoshi thoughtfully changed the subject: "How could fellow Taoist become a snowball on the hillside?"

Ren Yuan: "After I turned into a snowman, I lost my legs and couldn't walk. I thought it was too tiring to crawl around to find the palace master, so I simply rolled down the mountain. Unexpectedly, the snow became thicker and thicker, and finally I became a snowman. Snow."

other people:"……"

Suddenly I felt that his imagination was really rich, and it was really unreasonable that he couldn't become a human being. (End of chapter)