Chapter 140: The north wind is tight all night

It was already night, and the wind and snow were falling and resting.

When the wind and snow move, the howling sound passes through the vast snow fields, rolling up thousands of snow and thousands of snow, and the dark place of exile, and the violent and wild sounds keep making people sound. When the wind and snow are quiet, the world is silent and indifferent, like a sea of ​​snow filled with storms, the cold silver light of thousands of miles, and the boundless dead snow field like white jade, is extremely deserted.

The extremely cold and cold snow field, even if the moonlight shines down, seems to be frozen in an instant. However, no matter whether the wind and snow are blowing or the world is calm, the lights on the side of a high ground cannot be extinguished. Just like the human heart's desire for unknown things, they always wait stubbornly and firmly.

The brazier in the tent conveys a rare warmth, blocking out all the cold outside. On the one hand, it is because the special snow tent has excellent wind and temperature insulation, and on the other hand, it is because the fuel in the brazier seems to be particularly resistant to burning and the fire is not small.

Haitang Duoduo had already taken off the leather hat that covered most of her face, her cheeks were slightly red like apples, and she was squatting beside the brazier to make soup. Her brows were slightly frowning, and she felt worried. Fan Xian, who had already entered the sleeping bag, did not notice her emotions.

It has been a long time since I walked north. The weather is getting colder and colder. I have less and less time to walk during the day. Most of the time I basically hide in the tent to hide from the snow. However, Fan Xian is not worried about these problems. He is just calculating how long the fuel and food he carries can last.

The white bear had only one bear skin left, and Fan Xian fucked two bear paws alone. Although Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were very surprised at his leisure and leisure, and even more surprised that he had not even forgotten things like seasonings in his carry-on equipment, it is true that the bear paws are not very delicious, and the portion is indeed insufficient.

At the beginning of this adventure to the Temple of the Far North, the dozens of snow dogs that worked hard to pull their equipment could also find food on their own, but the deeper they went to the snowfield, fewer and fewer wild beasts could be seen. As a last resort, Fan Xian was forced to use the prepared food. These snow dogs worked hard every day, and Fan Xian naturally couldn't bear to treat them badly, but their appetite was a little better.

Fan Xian prepared very well for this trip to the temple, sunglasses to prevent snow blindness, special fine velvet sleeping bags, and a large number of materials, but he was still a little vigilant. Because if he could not find the temple before summer, once he really had to stay in the Arctic ice field for half a year, the food he brought would definitely not be enough, and he might start killing dogs in the end.

Ku Hexiaon was persistent by eating human flesh. Fan Xian didn't want to repeat the same mistake. He turned his head slightly, looked at Haitang Duoduo next to the brazier, forcibly suppressing the stinging pain in his chest, and said, "Do you want to hear the story?"

"What story?" Haitang's face was still a little red. He didn't look up. Fan Xian smiled and told the story of Shawn and Ku He in the North Explorer Temple back then, but he did not hide the deeds of the two old seniors eating human flesh.

After hearing this, Haitang's face gradually changed. It seemed that she could not accept her master for a moment. She had made such a terrifying choice. A very complicated emotion echoed in the girl's heart. After a while of silence, she slowly raised her head, looked at Fan Xian with her extremely bright eyes, and said quietly: "When I say these to me at this time, I must not just be to disgust me, and to hit me, there must be some truth."

"I found that you like those snow dogs very much." Fan Xian's eyes drooped slightly and said tiredly: "In fact, these snow dogs have indeed helped us a lot. But if it is really the day when the ammunition and food are exhausted, we always have to start eating dog meat. I hope you can be mentally prepared now."

Haitang's expression changed slightly. In front of Fan Xian, she did not need to hold the body of the Northern Qi Saint and the head of Tianyidao, but could naturally express her emotions. She was a girl's house and naturally loved the snow dogs that ran happily every day. Over the past month, she was basically responsible for dog food. After hearing this, she realized that... Fan Xian had no kindness since the beginning. Those snow dogs that worked hard to pull the sled were also one of his food reserves.

However, Haitang had already made extremely difficult preparations for this trip to the temple, especially when she heard about the tragic incident of Master Zun eating human flesh that year. She knew that the matter was serious and lowered her head slightly, did not respond or refute.

The tent was quiet, making the sound of wind and snow outside the tent particularly clear. You could even hear how much snow was surging on the outer skin of the tent, making a slap, making people feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps walking on the snow and ice came from outside the tent. Fan Xian and Haitang's expressions remained unchanged because they knew who the person was. In this deserted and cold snowy field, except for the three young people with strong hearts, will and body strength to the peak of humanity, it is absolutely impossible for anyone else to appear.

Wang Shisanlang opened the door hanging with wooden strips and walked in, bringing in a cold wind. The flames in the brazier suddenly dimmed. The cold snow field in the haunted snow field seemed to be able to freeze the flames directly with low temperatures.

Haitang took out a small black ball from his sleeve and threw it into the brazier. The fire in the brazier finally stabilized. Everything was all specially prepared by Fan Xian over the years, especially the fire, which had never been cut off.

Wang Shisanlang stood on the blanket at the door and slapped the thick ice and snow on his body, took off countless layers of towels on his face, and spit out a few words like ice lumps from his frozen lips: "Okay, go to bed."

Haitang is responsible for all the trivial matters of life. The girl's family was finally transformed into a housewife by Fan Xian in this extreme environment, while Wang Shisanlang was responsible for the construction and defense of dozens of snow dogs and tents. What he said at this time was that the wind-proof and snow-proof snow nest specially built for snow dogs outside had been handled.

From the perspective of hard work alone, of course, Wang Shisanlang's work will be harder. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and said to him: "From tomorrow, you will be responsible for feeding those dogs."

Wang Shisanlang nodded and sat next to the brazier. He took the bowl of hot soup handed over to slowly drink it. Every sip was extremely careful. The sword beside his waist dragged to the ground, emitting a faint smell of blood.

"To restore, you really need to practice hard, but this place is too cold, don't force it." A hint of worry flashed in Fan Xian's eyes. These heavenly kings Shisanlang were extremely powerful in practicing swords in the wind and snow. With his own potential to fight against the majesty of the world, this method of hard work really touched Fan Xian and Haitang.

They knew that Wang Shisanlang had a sense of urgency and wanted to restore his arms quickly or practice the left-handed sword, but Fan Xian was always worried about his body.

"Ada had discovered a nest of snow rabbits before, but the hole was too deep and they had no choice. I helped them drive out the rabbits." Wang Shisanlang put down the soup bowl, rubbed his face, shook his head and said, "By the way, move the muscles and bones, and if I freeze like this, I am really afraid that I will be frozen into ice."

"It seems that the food can be improved tomorrow." Fan Xian covered his lips and coughed twice. He said with a smile. He found that Thirteen's relationship with these snow dogs is getting better and better now, and he is afraid that there will be one more person he needs to persuade in the future.

He suddenly noticed that Haitang was a little strange, and he said very little today. His face was always red, and there was always a hint of worry between his eyebrows. He couldn't help but ask softly: "What are you thinking so enchanting?"

Haitang frowned slightly, glared at him, but said nothing. Wang Shisanlang, who was beside him, was stunned for a moment, smiled extremely rare, tied the towel on his head and walked out of the tent.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned. After a moment, he couldn't help but notice the reason and laughed out loud: "Will the living person even suffocate the urine to death?"

This was said vulgarly, and it happened to be a slight anger flashed in the girl's eyes.

Fan Xian had a lot of calculations. Even two years ago, he had to drag Haitang and Wang Shisanlang to be his helpers, because he knew that the long journey and endless nights were like those days in his previous life, being unbearable loneliness would be crazy. Back then, Kuhe and Shawn were able to survive until the temple appeared under the rising sun. It was not because they dared to eat human flesh, but because they could become each other's partners. In a dangerous and unknown journey, partners were always the most important factor.

However, Fan Xian still missed some details of his life. He and Wang Shisanlang didn't care. He could get rid of any jar. He never thought about increasing the burden. He prepared an extra tent as a toilet on this snow field very luxuriously. Although it was cold a few days ago, he could still resist it. It suddenly cooled down in the past two days, and it was a bit difficult to be convenient in the wild.

Wang Shisanlang walked out, naturally leaving Haitang with a private space. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at Fan Xian coldly, and said, "If it weren't for your medicine jar, there wouldn't be so many inconveniences."

Fan Xian was silent and smiled. Even if he was the weakest of the three people on this trip, he wanted him to hide in the wind and snow outside the tent at this time, but he was afraid that he would be frozen into a useless person soon. He chuckled and said, "Shisanlang left alone, so he naturally knew the relationship between you and me. Whoever we were with, don't mind this, right?"

It was still a deep and cold night. The fire in the brazier was still unable to reach its peak due to the lack of large materials such as wood. The wind and snow outside the tent were still whistling desperately. There was no danger in the darkness around it. However, the coldness between the world itself was the biggest danger. The three sleeping bags were arranged next to the brazier in the shape of the pin, while the three young people in the sleeping bags were all open their big eyes and refused to sleep.

I have been trekking on the snowy field for a month, and there is no entertainment or anything to pass the time. I am sleeping except walking. I am extremely bored and the three of them have also been full. If Fan Xian was not too weak, he would definitely regret how to bring Shisanlang, the big sun by his side. Otherwise, he would hold Duoduo and say some love words that he had not said for a long time, and enjoy the speed of his mouth and hands.

After dozens of days of sleepless night, the three young people had basically finished talking about what they should talk about. Even the matter of Wang Shisanlang wetting when he was a child was viciously dug out by Fan Xian. So the three of them had to open their eyes and listen to the whistling sound of the wind and snow outside the tent, just as they were enjoying a musical event.

I don’t know how long it was silent, but Fan Xian suddenly spoke, “It’s like this kind of wind and snow, and it’s cold. When those people walked here, they were afraid that most of them had died. It’s amazing that the three of us could still resist.”

Haitang, who was lying opposite him, whispered: "Master Master is the first person to open a mountain and find a temple. You can't compare to the direction and route. It will naturally be more difficult. However, future generations are always better than predecessors, and you seem to know more about things than us."

"Don't envy me." Fan Xian closed his eyes and said happily: "It is a rare enjoyment to go to different places in life and experience different things in itself."

Wang Shisanlang responded: "What he said is reasonable."

"Since that's the case, why don't you and me talk about each other in a night? In the future, there will be clouds in history books. When the wind and snow hit, it will turn into a huge poem. How about it? I'm going to start, it's just like the saying goes, the north wind is tight all night..."

Without the following, it is obvious that Haitang and Wang Shisanlang are not willing to indulge the sour and rotten energy of this person, and it is quiet.

Fan Xian coughed twice and said with a smile: "I don't give you any face."

"We are all rough people. If you want us to accompany you, you will not give us face. Besides, this sentence was written by Feng Lazi in the Stone Record."

"I wrote the Stone Records, who dares to say that this sentence was not written by me?" Fan Xian's shameless voice rang in the tent.

The other two expressed disdain in silence. Fan Xian smiled, and opened his tired eyes in the dim environment, coughing and panting, "I've finished everything, and we know each other enough... But I've always been curious, what do you want to do when you live in this world?"

"I want to become a grandmaster. Then, like a master, protect the people of Dongyi City." Wang Shisanlang's answer is always so strong and direct, confident and ordinary.

"The little brat who wet the bed is not qualified to use such royal words."

"I..." Haitang looked at the tent on his head with bright eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I grew up in the back mountain of Qingshan since I was a child. Later, I went to Shangjing and began to travel around the world. I just wanted to carry forward the Qingshan lineage and protect my Great Qi court for generations and not be invaded by foreign enemies. The people in the country live and work in peace and contentment."

Her voice suddenly dimmed: "But when Master went, I realized that I was not a Qi person, but a Hu person... I didn't know what I was going to do, but I thought, if Da Qi could be safe, the world would be safe and safe, and it would always be a good place."

"It's true that he is a closed disciple taught by two old monsters. In just one sentence, he thinks about the world." Fan Xian sighed and said, "In fact, before I met you, I never thought about anything like good war, bad peace, etc."

"Because Uncle Wu Zhu never cared about these things, I didn't care much. I just wanted to live well." Fan Xian's tone seemed particularly light, "The more vivid and vivid the better, because from the first day I learned about things, I always felt that everything around me was just a dream, and this dream would always wake up. This feeling made me diligently and seriously spend every day."

"I seem to just want to use the richness of these details to dilute my fear of waking up from dreams."

Listening to Fan Xianyouyou's words, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang fell into silence. They just thought Fan Xian was lamenting his bizarre life experience and bizarre life, but they couldn't know what Fan Xian's true feelings were.

"Since you don't want to wake up from this dream, I guess the content in this dream must be good." Haitang comforted him and said.

Fan Xian's lips curled slightly, he smiled and said, "That's natural. If it weren't for the sake of maintaining the beautiful things in this dream, why would I exile myself to this place where birds do not shit? Why should I fight with the emperor? Why do I have to let myself pretend to be brave, pretend to be righteous, enter the palace for assassination, but carefully maintain the stability of the Daqing court."

Is all this really just a dream after rebirth? The tent was quiet, and Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were both asleep, but Fan Xian still did not fall asleep. He opened his eyes indifferently and looked at the sky isolated from the outside world, listening to the sound of wind and snow whistling outside the tent, and kept thinking in his heart.

In that world, I died and lived in this world. During my childhood years, Fan Xian could not get rid of the fear of waking up at any time. He was afraid that all this was false. He was afraid that he was just in an illusory mental state. He was afraid that this was a Truman show that tolerated the world. He was afraid that it was a clever game, and he was just a ray of mental fluctuation, data flow or a wooden man after being hypnotized.

The real warrior dared to face true death. For Fan Xian, who was a second life, he was truly afraid that he did not know whether he was really dead. He was worried that once he woke up from his dream, he would lie back on the hospital bed and sink into the real darkness, and would never see everything beautiful again.

Land, lakes, seas, flowers and trees, beauty.

He shouted to collect his clothes on the roof of Danzhou, and he wrote 300 poems in the hall. All of this was based on some kind of unrestrained mood. However, he lived in the country and land of Qing Kingdom for more than 20 years, laughed and cried, and he could finally prove that all this was not a dream.

Although he still didn't know what the temple was until this time, he was sure that all of this happened to him, rather than being transformed by a god in the dark.

Because people in this world really exist, emotions in this world really exist, as well as human nature, sadness and joy, there are always some things in the world that cannot be faked. If there is really a God who can control all this perfectly, it is like God wants to have light, like Nuwa wants to play with mud, and like Pangu is tired and resting, what is the point of pursuing all this?

The closer he was to the temple, Fan Xian was unable to get rid of these problems, and he gradually thought it through at night. This trip to the temple might be to ask the answer to a question, but in fact he was still concerned about the secular reality, at least the joys and sorrows of the lives of those people who thought they were in reality.

In fact, these things do not exist for things that are unknown, unexplorable, untouchable, and unobservable. This is what was once said in physics class in that world. Fan Xian has always remembered it very clearly. Tonight he suddenly felt that this definition of physics could be put into the word fate.

No one can change his destiny, but he can choose not to accept his destiny or ignore this destiny. Fan Xian lives in this world, loves or hates people or things in this world, and this world must be real, the kind that is so true that he firmly believes in this.

He did not sleep all night, and the true energy in his body was dissipating. Although the vitality between heaven and earth was making up for his lack with breathing, his speed still did not increase fast enough. The external cold invaded and his mind was restless. Fan Xian finally fell ill.

When the whistling sound of the wind and snow outside stopped, when the white light on the snow reflected into the tent, Fan Xian's cheeks also became extremely pale, two extremely unhealthy blushing appeared under his eyes, and his forehead was hot.

The sickness that I feared the most was coming, at the coldest moment. Fan Xian lay in Haitang's warm and gentle arms, drinking the medicine he prepared seriously, forcibly maintaining his spirits, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is something to say in the medicine jar."

"Tell me." Haitang's eyebrows were full of worry, and he hugged him gently, shaking like coaxing a child.

"We can't stop, let's keep going."

"But the snow here is so heavy."

Suddenly the tent door was lifted open, and Wang Shisanlang leaned in, his face full of surprise.
Chapter completed!