The frost is cold to people, and the light ice is flowing over the Lu water.
Overnight, white awns lay on the ground, and flying snow fell into the world like catkins. When you pushed the door open, you saw that the sky and the earth were the same color, as translucent as white paper.
Chen Changsheng breathed out white mist, and gusts of cold wind blew on his face.
He came out of the valley alone.
Between the mountains, forests and plains, the white snow spread over the calves, covering up the desolation. The plum blossoms in the mountain streams bloomed, like red lips.
At this moment everything was silent.
Chen Changsheng stood in that mountain, meeting Feixue again after an unknown number of years.
"Summer insects can also speak of ice, and summer insects can also speak of ice..."
Chen Changsheng suddenly laughed.
That hearty laughter spread throughout the mountain stream, and in that vast white space, it seemed that the green shadow had become the master.
Chen Changsheng took off the wine gourd and took a big gulp of Qiuyue Brewing.
This flying snow is his old friend Chen Changsheng, and it is a great joy in life.
Chen Changsheng danced his sword in the snow.
The sword intention on this day was endlessly changing, as if reminiscing, feeling happy and proud, and no longer feeling the loneliness of those years.
The sword energy swept up the flying snow in the mountain stream, fluttering with the sword in his hand.
Snow is pressing down on the branches, and there is a sound from heaven and earth.
Bai Ziqiu walked out of the valley wrapped in a thick coat, and saw Chen Changsheng dancing in the snow with a sword.
He was in a daze for a moment, muttering in his mouth.
"Sword Intent, is this Sword Intent!?"
Bai Ziqiu opened his lips slightly and muttered: "Why is it so different from his previous sword intent?"
The sword flower was lifted lightly, carrying Chen Changsheng's decades of expectation and longing.
This sword was mixed with flying snow and cold energy.
The winter snow is drifting in, the air is biting, but it is so beautiful.
Bai Ziqiu was actually a little obsessed with it. He had never seen such a beautiful sword in more than three thousand years of experience.
The flying snow rippled like flowers in the mountain stream, and strange phenomena appeared between heaven and earth. All creatures looked up at this place, shocked by the vastness of the sword energy.
All things were stunned at this moment.
As soon as the sword fell, it seemed as if nothing had happened. Feixue was calm but in the blink of an eye, everything faded away at this moment.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Chen Changsheng put away his sword. When he raised his hand, he saw the snowflakes falling into his palm, melting into water droplets, and then slipping away between his fingers.
Bai Ziqiu walked forward slowly, his face rosy, and after taking a breath, he asked, "Does this sword have a name?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Hanshan Snow, how about it?"
After hearing this, Bai Ziqiu shook his head and said, "This sword is so beautiful. Is Han Shanxue a bit more violent?"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I will take out the sword as long as I am happy with it."
After hearing this, Bai Ziqiu smiled helplessly and said, "If this sword of yours appears in the world of immortal cultivation, it will definitely become famous."
"What do you want fame for?"
Chen Changsheng said: "This sword was born because of the joy in my heart."
Bai Ziqiu looked at him and couldn't help but feel a little envious. He was thinking about what kind of strange person Chen Changsheng was. There was so much suffering in the world, but he had obliterated all the vicissitudes of life.
He came back to his senses and asked: "By the way, your sword intent just now was different from the past. Could it be that you have reestablished your sword intent?"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "No, why do you ask like this?"
"No?!" Bai Ziqiu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The sword intention of the years..."
Chen Changsheng raised his two fingers, and a touch of sword energy condensed on his fingertips. The sword intention faded away, implying the loneliness of the years.
He also explored his left hand, and his two fingers condensed a sword energy, which also contained the intention of the sword, which seemed to be happy and carefree.
Bai Ziqiu reacted immediately. He was stunned again and again. He looked at it carefully and was speechless for a long time.
Chen Changsheng saw him in a daze and asked, "What's wrong?"
Bai Ziqiu came back to his senses, frowned and muttered: "That's weird, that's weird..."
Chen Changsheng looked at him with some confusion.
Bai Ziqiu raised his head. He had practiced swordsmanship for so many years, but he had never seen such an existence before.
"How can you have two sword intentions at the same time..."
Chen Changsheng was startled when he heard this and asked, "Why can't there be two kinds?"
Bai Ziqiu said: "The sword intention is like a martial art, it is unique. The sword is connected with the intention. Whatever the intention is, the sword will be like that. If the two ideas are one, they will inevitably not be integrated, or at least they will go crazy."
Chen Changsheng felt himself, and then said: "However, Chen did not feel any problem."
Bai Ziqiu also felt strange that Chen Changsheng had brought him too many surprises.
And the current sword intent.
Although he didn't understand why Chen Changsheng was able to suddenly understand the sword's intention just because of a snowstorm, these two sword intentions really shocked him for a long time.
So much so that Bai Ziqiu pondered for dozens of days and still couldn't find the answer.
…
On top of that mountain.
There was a person sitting cross-legged here. The flying snow had covered him up and formed a snowdrift, but the person inside did not move.
Beside the flying snow, there was a white fox lying on the ground, taking a nap with its eyes closed.
After a long time, the snowdrift seemed to move.
The white fox opened his eyes and took two steps back.
The snowdrift collapsed, and the figure stood up from the snowdrift, looked into the distance, and sighed.
With a fox cry, the white fox jumped up and landed on the man's shoulder.
Unexpectedly, the white fox suddenly asked: "There has been some instability in the Demon Realm recently. You should go back early."
The dog paused and turned to look at the white fox. He shook his head and said, "I have to stay here."
Bai Hu sighed and said: "People who enter the demon realm will not end well in the end. Why don't you understand?"
The dog paused and he sighed, but did not explain.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Bai Hu continued: "I saved you because my surname was Li and I have a close friendship with you. If you persist in your obsession, you will eventually die in my hands."
The dog paused and said, "But you still didn't say why you killed him."
Bai Hu paused for a moment and said, "Didn't I say it many times? I am a demon and he is a human being. Many things cannot be controlled by his own control."
The dog didn't ask any more questions, but said: "Half a year has passed, maybe I can defeat you. If I win this time, you can let me go forward, how about it?"
"You have to die."
"Um……"
The dog nodded and said: "When I came here, I prayed for peace, but I actually know that there is a high probability that I will not go back alive."
The white fox fell silent. It jumped down from its shoulder, took a few steps back, and distanced itself from the dog.
"You humans are really stupid."
When Bai Hu opened his mouth, a burst of evil energy suddenly rippled out.
This seemingly inconspicuous white fox actually has eight realms of cultivation! ! !
A wave of coercion came down.
The dog's face suddenly turned ugly.
Even though he knew it was an egg striking a stone, he still stared at the pressure without retreating.
