From early in the morning, I took two-thirds of the journey for most of the day. Next, there was a mountain road with poor road conditions. The steep cliffs solidified and became ice sculptures of different shapes, hanging on the steep cliffs.

The reindeer pulled the sled cart and walked slowly.

It was almost evening when they arrived at the river valley area of ​​the Hokkien Dojo, where the Chikura Palace was located.

Qianmu Cliff, as the name suggests, is an open cliff area. The cliffs of two mountains are adjacent to each other. In the middle is a valley with a depth of 1,000 meters and a ten-mile stretch. The widest part is only a few dozen meters, and the narrowest part is less than two or three meters.

Qianmufu spans two mountains, sits on the valley and is built along the mountain, with ancient buildings, flying eaves and walls, and is located in an orderly manner. In the snowy weather, it appears a vast snow-white area.

Three snow deer, pulling a truck full of goods, entered through the back door of the Chisou-sou-door, and came to the backyard.

In the snow-covered backyard, after unloading a cart of carrots, cabbage, potatoes, it was too late, and the two of them were arranged to live in the woodshed.

Two people, two small beds, and a small room, with a small stove burning red in the middle. The room was a little small, but it was very warm. They cliched and each got into the bed.

It was dark outside, the north wind whistled, making a harsh sound, shaking the dark snowy night.

Sanqi took off his thick bear fur coat and his whole body became much more refreshed in an instant. His greasy face was red against the backdrop of the small stove.

"Hanfeng, you said you have a silkworm coat that can protect you from the cold, why can't we see it?"

"Of course you can't see that the Tiancan's clothes are transparent." He took off his legs and got into the quilt. After running around for a day, his body was a little tired.

"I said, it turns out that the Tianyan Clothes are transparent and have gained insight." Sanqi put his hands on the top of the small stove, roasting the fire, and then said: "Miss Lan Xi, I will give you a Tianyan Clothes, and you must be the daughter of a wealthy family. I believe she must be very nice to you, otherwise she would not give you such expensive things."

Han Feng hid in the quilt, smiled broadly, and looked disapproving: "It's just a gift, is it as exaggerated as you said? We are just simple friends. Besides, I'm just an ordinary person in the empty valley temple, Miss Lan Xi, with a prominent family background, I can't afford to climb."

Sanqi hummed and said, "A silkworm clothes are the best gift in this snowy weather. Those who think of warming your body will know your heart. There is another thing I haven't had time to tell you."

"What's the matter, mysterious?"

Sanqi squinted his eyes, with a bitter and revenge expression, and said, "My little sister, 31, was very late yesterday, she actually packed up a pile of cashmere, sat under the oil lamp, and knitted a cashmere scarf. When I saw it, I was still hiding from place to place. At first I thought she had knitted it for me, but later I found out that she had made it for you. Guess what she said about me, saying that I was fat and not afraid of the cold at all, so I thought of knitting a piece for you to keep the cold. I was so angry that I almost jumped up. Who said that fat people are not afraid of the cold?"

Han Feng laughed coldly: "What did you say? She was knitting a scarf in Thirty-one. She was only seven years old. She could do this job, right?"

"My sister is very smart. After following my mother, I will learn it after a few nights." Sanqi complained: "In her eyes, my biological brother is not as important as you, an outsider. Are you angry? Thinking of this, you will not only have a very powerful girl Lan Xi in the cultivation world, but also a little girl in Sanlitun, a heartwarming 31. I am a person like me who is loved by no one and loves no one, and I will not eat a little fatter, how can I survive this cold winter and long night?"

Suddenly, a fragrant breath came to my nose. The cold wind couldn't help but smell it twice and shouted loudly: "Sanqi, are you roasting sweet potatoes in the stove?"

"Don't even think about it. Without your portion, just a piece of sweet potato. I finally pulled it off the car." Sanqi stared at her eyes, full of jealousy, and hesitated: "No one warms my heart in this winter, but what if I can only roast a piece of sweet potato to warm my stomach."

"Okay, didn't it just knit a scarf for me? Look, I'm jealous." Han Feng was relaxed and disagreed, and sat up quickly. He couldn't stand the temptation of the fragrance of sweet potatoes, and was excited.

Sanqi glanced at him fiercely and shouted coldly: "That's my dear sister. I'm just such a sister. It's okay if others treat you so well."

"What's the point? Is it half of the sweet potato divided me?" Han Feng was a little anxious and joked: "Thirty-one did this to me, isn't it good to me to be good to you? What if one day, I recover my true power and return to the realm of cultivation, isn't there anyone to protect you?"

"You don't need to cover me, there is an energy field covering me." Sanqi was really angry, and he was cold and air-conditioned.

"Then you won't stay in the Empty Valley Dojo for the rest of your life?"

"Why do you have to go out? Are there any benefits to going out?" Sanqi gently turned the sweet potato over. The aroma became more and more mellow, and the sweet potato was about to be healed.

"Of course, there are many delicious foods in the cultivation world than here. Han Feng recalled: "Have you heard of the fairy peach that bears fruit every thirty years? There is also a person who can't even hug it. The fat and beautiful deep-sea lobsters. In the City of Wind, there are good and time-honored taverns. The beef made with sauce is so mellow, and the sauce-flavored old wine..."

"Stop talking, can't I give you half of it?" Sanqi couldn't stand it and complained: "I'm going to drool all the time. If you reach the future, remember to take me to taste it. I haven't been a real person in the cultivation world and have eaten the delicacies of the cultivation world, which is also very exciting."

The yellow soil sweet potatoes weighing half a pound were very skilled at removing the mud stains on the skin. The clean sweet potato skin was golden yellow. They broke and divided into two hands, revealing the hot potato meat, which looked crispy, smooth and delicious, sweet and attractive.

The cold wind immediately took it, took a small bite while it was hot, and said happily: "It's so happy to be able to eat hot sweet potatoes on this dark and cold night."

Panax notoginseng was scattered, and the full fat man never had any worries. He asked with a smile: "By the way, cold wind, I remember you are in Tianjing Lake, there is a sweet potato cellar, which hides many sweet potatoes you harvest in autumn. When will you get some to our house? I will bake it for you to eat..."

Hanfeng was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted: "It's okay to make some, but I won't let you know the location of the cellar. That's my dry food for this winter, and I won't give it to you all."

"Look at you, it's a pity that my little sister Thirty-one is so nice to you." Sanqi quickly finished eating most of the sweet potatoes, and didn't even let go of the sweet potato skin. He stuffed his head into his mouth and said, "You have met Miss Lan Xi from the cultivation world. You can order anything at will, and you can be rich and noble in the empty valley temple, and you are still thinking about the little sweet potatoes in the cellar. It's really."

"No matter how good the family is, it is their own things. No matter how poor I am, I will not ask for anything. People are more important than themselves." Han Feng began to preach: "It's like, Miss Lan Xi treats me well. Thirty-one, I have always treated her like a real sister. Although your family background is very different from the Lan family in the Blue City. But in my eyes, Thirty-one and Miss Lan Xi are both my good friends, and there is no difference. So, don't just want to ask others for things, and don't look down on yourself."

In the City of Wind, the poor family where Han Feng is located is also a well-known big family. He had seen glory and wealth since he was a child, and he had already taken it lightly.

Sanqi thought it made sense, so she smiled and asked, "If you grow up a little while in the 18th and 19th grade, you were just twenty-two years old, if you were asked to choose a couple with Miss Lan Xi on 31st, who would you choose?"

Although Sanqi is usually stupid, the questions he asks are quite connotative. Han Feng pondered for a while and replied: "If I have not changed my destiny when I reach the age of 22, and I still have no change of my destiny. Returning to the realm of cultivation, I think I will choose to be with Sanyi. Sanyi is very smart and pleasing."

"What if you change your destiny and return to the realm of cultivation?"

The cold wind paused for a moment and smiled calmly: "I should choose Lan Xi, but I won't choose Thirty-one."

Sanqi was unhappy again and annoyed: "Ungracious, Sanyi loves you in vain. If your wings are hard, you will run away."

“No, not ungrateful.”

Han Feng looked calm, and a trace of dazedness flashed in his eyes, explaining: "The cultivator has a lifespan of at least five hundred years, and mortals are only one or two hundred years old. I can't bear to watch Thirty-one grow old day by day by day by day by day. I hope that the Thirty-one in the depths of my memory will always be the way I first met."

The empty valley temple is the realm of mortals, and the average life span of mortals is only 100 years old. The realm of cultivation is very different. Cultivators have longer life spans, and as their cultivation increases, their life span will also increase accordingly.

Warriors—Five hundred years;

Wu Ling—Eight hundred years;

King Wu—a thousand years;

Emperor Wu-1,800 years;

Martial soul-two thousand five hundred years;

God of Martial Arts—Three Thousand Years,
Chapter completed!