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- In the vast mountains, the natural terrain and environment formed over time will always harbor countless life species. Naturally, there will be no shortage of ferocious ordinary beasts, or even exotic beasts with terrifying strength.
However, all species in the world will follow certain natural laws. For most mammals, winter is not a suitable season for eating and hunting. Most of them choose to hibernate through the winter, and rarely leave their hiding places to hunt. Therefore, compared with spring, summer and autumn, trekking through the valleys in the cold winter is much easier and safer.
Bian Yao and the boy in gray were very lucky. They walked among the mountains for more than ten days. Except for a few ordinary beasts that were out looking for food, they did not encounter any powerful alien beasts.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: It’s been more than 20 days since the beginning of winter. The first cold wave blowing from the far north is hitting the chaos. The temperature has been getting lower and lower in the past two days.
Although the weather has become colder, for practitioners, this drop in temperature is nothing and they will not be taken to heart at all.
At least at this moment, Bian Yao was in a very happy mood, with a smile on his face. They have reached the edge of the mountains. As long as they climb over the last majestic and majestic mountain, they can leave this boundless mountainous land.
At dusk, halfway up the mountain, in front of the bottomless blue cliff.
Bian Yao held a few dead wood branches in his left hand and held a fat gray hare in his right hand, facing the south and looking into the distance. To his right, a young man in gray clothes stood in front of a steep cliff with a cloth-wrapped sword and a bag on his back, staring in the same direction.
In the vast wilderness, the grass and trees have almost completely withered away. This vast prairie located at the southernmost tip of the chaotic plain is now rendered with a layer of brilliant golden light, which is strangely beautiful.
The two stood in front of the cliff and looked at it for a while, then decided to spend the night on the mountain and go down the mountain early tomorrow morning.
The fat rabbit in Bian Yao's hand was caught in the dead wood beside the mountain stream not long ago. Naturally, it was inevitably roasted for dinner.
Before the cold night has completely fallen, the rabbit meat has been completely roasted, the air is filled with the tangy aroma of meat, and the light golden oil overflows from the surface of the meat skin, which looks particularly tempting.
The young man in gray skillfully extinguished the remaining fire, while Bian Yao took the rabbit meat off the grill, divided it into two halves evenly with a dagger, handed half to his companion, and then each sprinkled their favorite seasonings and quietly Sitting on the ground, he lowered his head and started biting with satisfaction.
Soon after nightfall, all the fragrant roast rabbit meat went into the stomachs of the two of them. Just like most times in the past, they had no communication and were busy with their own things without interfering with each other.
The night breeze was blowing gently. Beside the cliff, Bian Yao was wearing a robe to keep out the cold. He lay comfortably under an old leafless tree and stared at the starry night sky with wide eyes.
Not far away, a young man in gray clothes was meditating with his eyes closed in front of a rock. Three feet away in front of him, there was a simple sword with the cloth removed, and the three inches of the sword's head penetrated into the hard stone surface.
In the middle of the night, countless dark clouds quietly drifted into the night sky, covering up all the flickering cold spots in a short time.
Not long after, the night sky began to sprinkle little white snowflakes, one after another, falling into the boy's hair and resting on the boy's shoulders.
In the cold and silent night, the snowflakes suddenly fell, becoming more and more dense.
Bian Yao opened his eyes, and the chill brought by the melting ice and snow penetrated his skin, prompting him to wake up from his dream. He shook his head to shake off the snowflakes on his head, then raised his hand to pat his robe, swept away the light snow, and turned to look to the side.
The boy in gray clothes was still meditating quietly with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, letting the falling snowflakes cover his body.
"His perception is far superior to his own. It's impossible that he didn't notice the snow falling. Why didn't he move at all" After Bian Yao thought for a while, he put away the doubts between his brows, stood up and came to the boy in gray without saying a word. The sound was just a short stature, and he gently picked up the two bundles and put them into his own space bag to prevent the items inside from getting soaked by the melting snow.
The snow is falling harder and harder, and it is so dense that it obscures your vision.
In the middle of the night, in the dark mountains, it is not convenient to find a place that can cover the snow. Bian Yao walked back to the original old tree and tightened the collar of his robe. He wanted to drink some wine to ward off the cold, but suddenly he thought that all the wine on his body had been given away. He couldn't help but sigh and simply leaned on the tree. Beside, prepare to wait for dawn with eyes open.
Unlike raindrops, no matter how big the snowflakes are, they are silent when they fall to the ground. They use that silent rhythm to echo the silence of the mountains.
From time to time, Bian Yao would shake his head and wave his arms to prevent the falling snow from accumulating on his body.
It was a bit unexpected. The snow came suddenly and went away quite quickly.
In just half an hour, the snowflakes began to fall.It stopped falling, leaving half an inch of snow. The dark clouds in the night sky suddenly dispersed, revealing the cold stars again. The cold light reflected the earth after the snow, and you can admire the pure beauty.
Under the cold starlight, beside the cliff on the mountainside, the young man in gray has turned into a lonely snowman sitting upright.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a slight cold wind blowing by. The head of the young man in gray suddenly moved, and a few wisps of snowflakes fell from his ears.
Bian Yao took a few breaths of hot air into the palm of his hand, stood up quickly, and ignored his "snowman" companions. He rubbed his slightly cold fingers and stepped back and forth on the snowy ground with joy on his face. , like a naive child, immersed in the fun of stepping on the snow.
Suddenly, the hand of the boy in gray clothes moved on his lap, and his body trembled a few more times. Inexplicably, an invisible air flow suddenly surged out of his body, moving rapidly on the surface of his body, and the snow covering his body floated up one after another.
After a few breaths, the plain sword in front of the gray-clothed young man suddenly let out a low-pitched sound, and then the sword began to tremble violently.
"Hybrid!"
The sword seemed to suddenly have consciousness and spirituality. It automatically pulled out of the ground and drew an arc in the air. The tip of the sword happened to touch the forehead of the young man in gray, and it hung quietly in the air. One person and one sword are connected to each other in a weird way.
At this time, the airflow that originally only circulated on the surface of the body began to spread. Surrounding the body of the young man in gray, there seemed to be a turbulent cyclone stirring crazily, causing snowflakes to fly all over the ground. In this small space between the cliffs, , gradually forming a mini-storm.
While looking in the direction of the young man in gray, he slowly lowered his raised left foot, with a look of astonishment on his face!
The thick snow was lifted off the ground by the violent airflow, and white dots danced in the air, almost completely blocking his sight.
"Is he trying to break through the realm?" Bian Yao thought to himself, feeling slightly trembling in his heart. Because he lacked understanding of sword cultivators, he was not sure.
Speaking of the advancement of sword cultivators, when Bian Yao was still in the cave city, he was taken to the Dream Fighting Field by an old ghost. He saw a sword demon break his mirror in battle and become a sword madman. However, the situation at that time was different from the previous one. What you see before you is not the same.
However, no matter whether the young man in gray is in the breaking stage or not, as a companion, all Bian Yao can do at this moment is to wait quietly and be alert to the surrounding situation to avoid accidents.
Amid the chaotic dancing snowflakes, the young man in gray had his eyes closed tightly, his brows were furrowed, and his body was shaking constantly, as if he was suffering from some kind of unspeakable pain.
The swirling snowflakes were very charming, but they also obscured Bian Yao's eyes. His robes lifted by the air flow vibrated, and chills hit all parts of his body. However, he always stood motionless on the spot, holding on to his body. The responsibility that should be borne by the companions.
Time passed, and after about a moment, the strong wind suddenly stopped, and the cliffs fell into silence again, leaving only the snowflakes floating quietly in the sky and falling slowly.
The sound of "Soldier!" was the sound of the sword hitting the ground.
The gray-clothed young man's slightly frowned brows suddenly showed, then he opened his cold eyes, quickly pressed his index and middle fingers together, and raised his hand to point randomly around.
Suddenly, one after another white light shot out from the fingertips of the young swordsman, and disappeared into the night in an instant, and only the sound of shattering stones could be heard next to his ears.
Sword energy! Those dazzling white cold lights are naturally sword energy. Sword cultivators can only emit it when they reach the realm of sword madness.
"Hey! You bastard, are you trying to kill me!" Bian Yao lay on the cold stone ground and shouted at the top of his lungs. The angry voice of questioning seemed particularly clear and loud in the silent mountain night.
After the "chaos" just stopped, he was just about to speak when he saw a sudden flash in front of his eyes. Then he heard the sound of breaking rocks from behind. He understood it instantly and rushed to the scene in shock. on the ground.
The familiar voice reached his ears. The young man in gray was startled for a moment, then slowly lowered his arm and stared down at the simple sword at his feet, with a somewhat complicated joy in his eyes.
Under the bright starlight, the snowflakes filling the sky slowly fell, and the vision gradually became clear.
Bian jumped up from the cold stone ground, strode to the young man in gray, glared at him with lingering fear, and said angrily: "You guy is very lucky, you can take advantage of a snowfall." I successfully broke through to the realm of sword madness, but it’s a pity that I’m a bit short-sighted.”
The young man in gray raised his head and looked at him, then picked up his sword and stood up, ignoring his dissatisfaction and ridicule, and said in a neutral tone: "Let's go! The commotion just now seems to be quite big, don't cause any trouble." thing."
Hearing this, Bian Yao couldn't help but frown, swallowed the words that rolled to the tip of his tongue, closed his mouth and did not continue speaking.
At this time, it was only an hour before dawn. Without any further delay, the two of them hurried down the mountain wearing the stars and stepping on the cold snow.
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That night, it slowly retracted its black wings, and the sky gradually revealed a touch of pale white. Not long after, a blush appeared in the distant eastern sky.
Under the bright sky, on the edge of the vast wilderness, stood the figures of two young men.
As we go south on this trip, the snow becomes shallower and shallower. At a glance, the field of vision is full of plain white with withered yellow, and occasionally a little green cloth and green hair are mixed in, which looks particularly fresh and eye-catching in winter.
"There is no mistake. This wilderness is the southern end of Luanyuan, and passing through it is Shu County." Bian Yao removed his consciousness from the letter and looked to the south with joy on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation in his heart.
According to the map that the old ghost gave him, as long as he maintains a normal driving speed, if nothing happens, he can cross the vast wilderness in front of him in seven or eight days at most and reach the destination of his trip - Shu County.
As far as the entire chaotic land is concerned, the chance of encountering risks on the grassland is originally lower than other places. Now it is the season, so there will be almost no danger during the next trip. occur.
The morning light shines, exuding golden kindness and warming everything on the earth.
Since entering Chaoyuan, we have experienced Zongzong on the way. The reason why we can survive safely until now largely depends on luck and the map on the slips given by the old ghost. This allows the two of us to successfully avoid some extremely dangerous situations. Dangerous place.
Looking at the seemingly endless wilderness ahead, Bian Yao fell into a brief silence, feeling secretly sighing in his heart.
On the side, the young man in gray clothes was holding a cloth sword and carrying two bundles behind him. The corner of his mouth suddenly curved, and his figure instantly turned into a gray shadow, shooting forward, almost twice as fast as before. .
Bian Yao suddenly came back to his senses and stared blankly at the gray figure that was quickly moving away. He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that he would suffer again in the future. You know, if Jian Kuang was running at full speed, his speed would not be much slower than that of the early-stage Dream King who was flying in the air.
Shaking his head dejectedly, Bian Yao pushed his feet into the snow and chased after him with a look of reluctance.
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Seven days later, the sun sets in the west.
The long and wide desert road forked into two branches in front. At the intersection stood a boulder more than ten feet high, with two large green characters - Shu County - carved on it.
Farther ahead, a row of towering trees grows closely together, extending quietly to the east and west, with no edges visible, like a long dark green ribbon, stretching across the field of vision.
Bian Yao stood in front of the boulder with his hands on his hips and stared at the two words for a moment. His face was slightly red, and his childish eyebrows could not hide his deep joy.
It took a year, passed through several counties, and finally passed through the chaotic and dangerous chaos. Now that we are finally entering Shuxian County, how can we suppress the excitement and excitement in our hearts.
"I'm leaving." The young man in gray retracted his distant gaze and suddenly said something. There was no abnormality on his face and his tone was as calm as before.
Bian Yao suddenly turned his head and looked at him with wide eyes. The joy on his face instantly turned to surprise.
"Isn't there still a way to go? Why break up in such a hurry."
Along the way, he has become accustomed to the companionship of the young man in gray. Although there is not much communication between the two, and nearly half of the conversations can be classified as bickering, but who cares about that?
"Sooner or later, our paths should not be the same." The boy in gray replied. Even the parting words seemed so cold and indifferent, just like meeting them for the first time.
The evening sun slanted across the plains, and when the boy in gray turned around, what remained unchanged was his resolute and stern face. He walked towards the southwest, still carrying the cloth-wrapped sword on his shoulder and the baggage on his back, gradually walking towards the cold winter sunset.
It wasn't until the sword cultivator boy walked more than twenty feet away that Bian Yao suddenly remembered that he still didn't know the other person's name until now. So he waved his arms high and shouted at his back in the backlight: "Hey! What's your name? My name is Bian Yao!"
"Mu Qingge." After a brief silence, the voice of the young sword cultivator came from afar. He did not stop or look back.
Bian Yao stood there in a daze, his thin figure looking a little lonely. As he watched the back gradually disappear and finally become a point, there was an indescribable loneliness in his eyes.
Suddenly, maybe it was an illusion, Bian Yao felt a slight humming sound ringing in his ears. It was not often heard along the way, but it was so familiar.
"Hey I forgot to tell you, although I don't know what song you are humming, it sounds pretty good."
Bian Yao murmured to himself, and then pondered for a moment. He suddenly grinned, suddenly raised his chest and cheered up, glanced at the sunset that was about to disappear, turned around and strode southward.
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