Snow, for three consecutive days.

On the fourth day, the entrance of Qinghe Village.

In the heavy snow, a tall figure with an umbrella came.

The white skirt was on the ground, the three thousand black hairs tied with plain cloth were hanging down to the buttocks, and the delicate and delicate jade feet were not wearing shoes and socks. They squeaked and stepped on the snow, and walked into the village without any haste.

One hundred meters, stop, and close the umbrella.

Huhu

The wind and snow became worse and worse. The woman stood with her eyes closed and let the wind blow the snow fall, like the polar snow lotus, without any dust.

After a while, his beautiful eyes opened and his dark eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Didn't you leave any wish?"

Scan the deadly village, which was not even a little angry, the woman narrowed her eyes like autumn water, and was silent for a moment, then opened her umbrella and turned around and left.

With the wind and snow, it gradually drifts away.

"True art·Death wish·Winter silence."

In the snow outside the village, the woman stopped slightly, played her jade fingers, and a falling snowflake shot into the village.

"It's cold, so cold, why am I so desolate, frozen to death on the streets, no one cares about it..."

"Dad, cold, Nuer is so cold..."

"The sun...the sun is coming out, the winter is over...the past..."

Wherever the snowflakes pass, there are waves of dying murmurings of the dead of life and death caused by the cold. They are all kinds of men, women, old and young, and they are difficult to measure, swirling around and swirling, and sinking into the village with the snowflakes.

Buzz

The snowflakes enter the village and dissipate.

The next moment, the blazing white light flooded the entire village.

The white light dissipated, and the entire village became a crystal clear piece of ice, clearly visible frozen houses, plants, and even falling snow.

bite

Bang!!

Powdery ice crystals flying all over the sky.

...

Mountains and dense forests, and silver flowers.

Cold river, light boat.

The land god was wearing a small straw raincoat, a hat, and a chin. He was napping with a pole. The one-horned foal slept beside him and snored loudly.

Huhu

The cold wind swayed, the flying snow condensed, and a woman in a white dress appeared at the stern of the boat.

"Flying Immortal Sect, the second-generation disciple Ao Xue Shuangyan has seen the Land God."

The woman's voice was ethereal without any emotion. Her white dress was fluttering, like a stunning geese, as if she was about to ride the wind at any time.

"Oh, what's the matter."

The little boy yawned gently, his eyelids were not raised, and he had no intention of turning around.

"Sometimes ago, my two disciples came here to experience it. The life fire left in the door was extinguished. After a while, I found that the last breath of the Taoist fire disappeared five hundred miles away, but I did not leave my wish, so..."

"Come and ask me? Do I have such a free day to run around?"

The God of Land opened his eyes and glanced at the woman in a stiff tone.

"Shuangyan offended this."

When the woman heard this, she seemed to have expected it. Her eyes were calm, she bowed her body and bowed her face, and her expression remained unchanged, and she was about to leave.

"Yaoah~ I saw those things on the way I came."

The God of Land stretched, his tone was indifferent, and asked with a point of view.

Ao Xueshuang corrected her forehead and her hair was scattered before her forehead, and nodded behind her ears, and said, "I saw it. At first I thought it was a small-scale reconnaissance Shura, but I didn't expect that it would be like a tide and a sea of ​​tides along the way.

However, the Shura Tide rarely appears in the dead domain. It is so abnormal that I don’t know the reason for the land god.”

"hey-hey."

The Land God seemed to think of something, grinned and looked puzzled. When he saw Ao Xueshuang's eyes, he stopped and said seriously: "A few old guys know something. The general meaning is that the Shura tribe has a very important thing to be born in the north of the Ghost Fog Sea. What is it, well, it has not been discovered yet.

However, according to the current movement, they probably won't retreat even if they get that thing. At that time, tsk, there is something to beat.

You, don’t sway. Go back earlier and ask your dog thief ancestor, other cave heavens, and people from Baidi City to prepare. Otherwise, if we can’t stop it, hehe, Shura will step into the Anyang Domain, no one will survive.”

Ao Xue Shuangyan listened quietly and automatically ignored the insults of the Land God to the ancestor of Feixianmen. After he finished speaking, he solemnly said: "In this way, Shuangyan has thanked all the gods for his fellow disciples in Anyang Domain first.

If the situation outside is stable, the ancestors will definitely come to help."

"Swish, come on. I don't know what kind of virtues of those old coffins are. If I don't come to the door, I will always think that people are joking with him."

The God of Land sneered disdainfully and waved his hand to signal Ao Xue Shuangyan to leave. Then he closed his eyes and continued to take a nap.

moment.

The wind and snow blew, and there was no one at the stern of the boat.

On the cold river, there are light boats and straw raincoats, and the little boys and white horses, silent.

...

The ghost fog is in the sea, the north, and there is no snow falling.

The night is as cool as water, and the sound of the wind is sobbing.

Under the ink-stained sky, a small town with high walls was crawling, with no lights, as quiet as a dead land.

At the top of the city, there is a wooden sign hanging: Leyang City.

At the gate of the city, a group of about a dozen people were dressed in rags and carrying dim lanterns. They looked at the end of the dirt road that was faintly visible in the fog in the dense forest ahead, their faces were pale and their bodies trembled slightly.

In front of the crowd, a young man with beautiful facial features, wearing groom's outfit and red hydrangea tied to his chest, his eyes were dull and his thin body swayed in the night wind.

A thin middle-aged man carried a lantern and stepped forward to hold the boy, his lips stuttered, and forced a stiff smile and said, "Xiao Rong, be happy, don't let others laugh on a happy day."

When the boy heard this, he mechanically turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who was somewhat similar to him, his eyes full of confusion and difficulty in accepting.

“Woo wow wow wow wow…”

At this moment, in the dark forest, the festive sound of playing suon and drums suddenly sounded, and the sound of heavy steps on the hard mud road could still be heard.

"Here, everyone, be more energetic, laugh, don't lose your etiquette."

The thin middle-aged man shook his body, and fear flashed in his eyes. He turned to remind others. Everyone immediately smiled, shook his legs, and looked forward to it.

Haha

The fog surging and footsteps sounded. First, a tall black horse was walking out, with his eyes closed, his horse's hooves remained untidy, and he approached the city gate step by step.

Immediately, I rode a headless graceful figure, with a red hand covering my neck, and my body swaying as the horse moved, as if I could fall off the horse's back at any time.

Behind the horse, four thin and delicate husbands carried the sedan chair with pale faces, their heads swayed left and right like toys, closed their eyes, smiled at the corners of their mouths, and raised and closed their legs. Each step seemed like a ruler was measured, and it was extremely standard.

Next to her, a fat and fat Xi Po followed her. Her feet did not move, but she moved with the sedan chair. Her stiff and fat face was stiff and stiff, not like a living person, but like a sculpture.

Behind the sedan chair, there was no one, but there were a series of footsteps and suona, and the drumbeat sounded.

In the night, such a strange wedding team approached the city gate little by little, and finally the tall horse stopped in front of the young man wearing a groom's uniform and looking as if he was ashen.

"Please get into the sedan chair."

The sedan chair fell to the ground, Xi Popiao stretched out his hand, his eyes were empty and his voice was shriveled.

"father……"

The boy finally glanced at the thin middle-aged man begging at the side with a begging gaze.

The thin middle-aged man's eyes flashed with grief, he smiled stiffly, and put the young man's hand in Xi Po's fat and cold big hand, lowered his head and stopped looking.

The last bit of light in the boy's eyes dissipated, and he followed Xi Po to the sedan chair like a mechanically. The curtain of the sedan chair automatically rose, and it was dark inside and nothing could be seen.

“Woo wow wow wow wow…”

The curtain fell, the sound of suona, the sound of gongs and drums started again, and the horse turned its head high.

The entire wedding team gradually disappeared at the end of the dirt road in the forest.

"Xiao Rong! Xiao Rong! Dad, I'm sorry for you, wuwu. Dad will be here to accompany you now, and here to accompany you now!"

At the gate of the city, the thin middle-aged man's depression broke out, like an epileptic and demon, crying loudly, bowing his head and hitting the city wall.

"Brother Wang! You are...ah!"

Seeing this, the rest hurriedly stopped him, but they didn't know how to persuade him. They could only watch the middle-aged man sitting on the ground crying heartbrokenly, with a sad look of a rabbit and a fox in his eyes.

"Woooooooo... Xiaorong! My son, my son!"
To be continued...