Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Clear starry night. The snowy mountains are rolling and the sky is vast.

Between the valleys, the entire smooth ice surface reflects the night sky starlight and traveling clouds, like a flowing galaxy. Meng Xueli passed through these galaxy rivers, and his posture was as light as a swallow, and his footprints could not be left in the snow and ice. He wore a silver cloak sent by Ji Xiao, his face was like ice and snow, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

This is the holy snow mountain of the demon world. After a long absence, people return to their hometowns and naturally feel comfortable.

Over the years from spring to winter, the glaciers melted and condensed, and the snow cliff collapsed and accumulated again. The snow mountain landscape was very different from Meng Xueli's memory, but when the fresh air filled his heart and lungs, he still felt that nothing had changed.

I don't know what wild wolf screamed at the moon. The screams reverberated among the valleys, and the snow drifted on the cliff. Soon the roar of the beast disappeared, only the wind whimpered, maybe they had felt some kind of dangerous breath and dared not show their heads again.

When Meng Xueli was not a humanoid figure, he was next to many unlearned snow leopards, snow wolves, and snow rabbits. He ran, jumped, rolled, and laughed on the snow. No one wants to talk about Hugh's feelings, complex and entangled troubles.

To be a demon or a man is better to be a little ermine who knows nothing. The thought was fleeting, and Meng Xueli was too late to think about it. A burst of white fog rushed face to face, completely covering the world in front of him.

Bai Wu, with hot water vapor, curled up into the air. Who would have thought that when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, suddenly the peak will turn around. Deep in the snow and ice, there is still a natural hot spring hidden.

The water gurgled, like a boiling cauldron. Acquaintances are cooking in the pot. Meng Xueli laughed.

Que Xianming squinted, his lower body soaked in the hot spring, his arms stretched out, and he rested on the wet stones beside the spring.

He is sturdy and sturdy, with slender limbs, and his gorgeous eyebrows are hidden in the white mist.

Meng Xueli had wanted him to put on his clothes, but when he approached, he saw that his face was pale and slightly tired. He turned worried and said, "What happened?"

Here, the spirit of the world is rich, the spring water has the effect of nourishing the demon body, and the bird is soaked in the hot spring. It should be ruddy and shiny, like a cooked bird.

"Are you here?" Que Xianming said angrily: "Thinking about doing something big, I have been so excited recently that I can't sleep. Take a break from your place and get a good night's sleep."

Meng Xueli nodded: "I didn't fall asleep last night."

After explaining the cloak, carefully fold it into the storage bag, take off the clothes indiscriminately, and loosen your hair: "I'm going to have a rest, too."

With a splash of water, Meng Xueli stepped into the hot spring, stretched his body, and adjusted to a comfortable posture.

The two met frankly.

"How long hasn't it passed? It's such a day to soak in the hot springs together." Que Xianming squinted at him, "How can you be a demon happy and happy when you're a man?

Meng Xueli looked up at the stars and watched the stars becoming dim in the hot fog: "When this is done, good days are behind."

As he said, he passed his breath to Que Xianming. The shape of the latter changes rapidly. In an instant, two Meng Xueli sat exactly the same, and the breath was almost the same, as if a mirror appeared in the middle of the hot spring.

Que Xianming frowned: "Can you deceive others, can you deceive Ji Xiao?"

Meng Xueli: "Delay for a moment."

Meng Xueli got up and dressed, dried her skin with Zhenyuan, and after finishing properly, handed a storage bag to Que Xianming.

Que Xianming: "What's inside?"

"The letter of distress I wrote in person, or a love letter, whatever you call it. Anyway, take the time and send it to my companion, and lead him over."

Meng Xueli cares more about his safety when he gambles on the sky. After the world's aura changes drastically, he comes to the demon snow mountain first to find him.

Que Xianming: "One bite per buddy. Can you two go back tomorrow?"

Meng Xueli: "I don't count what happened after tomorrow. You think so much, are you afraid of my failure?"

"I'm afraid you regret it." Que Xianming looked into his eyes.

Meng Xueli moved slightly: "What's wrong with you? We're not talking about it?"

Que Xianming smiled: "Yes, we said yes."

***

More than one Meng Xueli returned to Changchun Peak.

Yu Qishu stopped and walked all the way. When he saw the mountain, he turned the mountain. When he saw the water, he dripped the water.

Egret City in late spring and early summer has a humid and sultry climate, like a huge steamer, except for the cool breeze at night and the water waves. On the banks of the moat, several egrets perched under the willow, with beautiful postures. The money rat lies on Yu Qishu's shoulder, looking around curiously.

Egret City is named after the egret, and the Yu Family of the city is a medium-sized family of immortals. It is worth mentioning that it is a small portal placed in the corner of spiritual practice, but it is enough to be prominent in the ordinary world.

Yu Qishu entered the city with one sword at a time.

"Young man, is it the first time to visit Egret City? Buy a map!" , Are on the picture. "

"Thank you, no, I am a local." Yu Qi refused politely.

The hawker refused to take a break and pointed to the sky and moon shadow: "Buy one, young man, I should have closed the stall sooner, as long as three copper plates, I will go home and eat."

Yu Qishu reached out and touched the storage bag. Suddenly he saw something and stopped in amazement: "What is that?"

The hawker looked down at him: "The young man said that jade carving?"

Entering the city gate, there is a white jade statue in the middle of the avenue, with a height of three feet, and a sturdy brave man with a sword on his waist. Pedestrians crossed the statues and detoured to avoid congestion, adding a burden to the congested traffic at the city gate.

The white jade is made of material, and the portrait should be fluttering in the air, which is unpretentious, but it seems that in order to show the strength of the English martial arts, the lines of the statue are too sharp and sharp, resulting in incomparable finished products.

"You don't even know this? The young heroes are probably not locals." The peddler did not want to miss this business and introduced it enthusiastically. "This is the only young master in the city's main palace. He is a teacher of Hanshan Changchunfeng. Qishu is also! Look at this city, who doesn't recognize him. "

Yu Qishu stunned, reaching for the statue: "What do you say Yu?"

"Yu Qishu Fairy Master!" The passerby answered first, "Hand down, you are a great disrespect."

Yu Qishu thought, this statue is not like me at all, yes, my father has only seen me a few faces, how does he look like how he looks? In the past, he was only afraid of feeling sad and complicated, but now he only finds it interesting.

In his letter from his mother, he was always worried about whether he was fed, warmed, and safe, and these things were never mentioned.

But there was one thing he didn't understand, so he asked: "But as far as I know, there are so many heirs in the city, he is not a heir or a son, how could he become the" only master "? But was it wrong?"

"You guys, how do you raise the bar? The city owner said yes, don't understand, don't talk nonsense!" The hawker rolled his eyes impatiently, and finally lost patience with the miserable ranger who didn't know anything about this "pretended" local .

Yu Qishu apologized habitually: "... I'm sorry."

The hawker looked at him with a good temper, and he was more aggressive, and he walked away scoldingly.

The streets in the city did not change much, and Yu Qishu walked towards the city's main palace, and walked through the back door.

Located in the north of Egret City, the city's main palace covers a vast area. There are more than 20 courtyards in the palace, with lakes and forests, countless servants, handymen, and administrators.

Yu Qishu's aura of convergence, like entering a land of no one, did not disturb the array, nor disturbed anyone.

While catching up with the dinner in the house, the servants held jade plates and trays and hurriedly came and went, but turned a blind eye to him.

Yu Qishu first returned to the remote courtyard. Seeing that the courtyard was dark and without lights, he wanted to come to his mother to move elsewhere. He had to look for the main yard again, and stopped by the family ancestral hall to look around.

When he was young, he believed that the clan ancestral hall was extremely tall and could not be seen at a glance. The taller is the tall building of the main courtyard where my father lives, which is higher than the sky. Therefore, he was most afraid of his father's cold face and his mother's treatment by other wives and concubines.

Now he is the tallest mountain in the world, ascending the mountain and the world, and looking at his hometown, it is inevitable that he is strange.

Yu Qi thought: "The original building is not tall at all."