In fact, this time was very short, only a blink of an eye, but the timing of the enemy's attack was just right, and it was no longer unreasonable to see the dawn. The spring breeze under his knees suddenly flew into the sky, grazing his scalp, and the scorching heat even burned a few of his bones. The ends of the strands of hair were burnt.
With a whimper, a dead wolf head fell in front of his eyes.
At the break of dawn, I suddenly looked back and saw Lin Qing'er standing pretty in the moonlight behind me. Even a bloated cotton robe could not hide her graceful figure. The spring breeze was actually hanging in the air, as red and shiny as the cast iron that had just come out of the furnace. The red light spread for several feet, and underneath was a headless wolf corpse with another bleeding cut on its neck.
It turned out that it was the wolf that Li Xiao failed to kill with his sword. He was left behind by his companions and was seriously injured. He delivered a dying blow to his enemy Li Xiao and almost succeeded, but unfortunately Lin Qing'er shot him down.
At dawn, he did not feel happy or afraid of escaping from death. Instead, he stared at the spring spirit in his hand that was as different as two swords. He was amazed in his heart: Is this the cultivation of the ninth level of Qi refining?
Lin Qing'er flicked her fingers, and the spring spirit was inserted back into place, restored to its original state, and said calmly: "Brother, the battlefield is dangerous. No matter it is a human or an animal, no one should underestimate the enemy."
A big bright moon hangs in the night, and the silver moonlight pours onto the black earth, covering every forgotten corner like a tide.
Suddenly, a silver-gray claw poked out from a corner, stretching higher and higher as if trying to grab something, slowly revealing the same silver-gray forelimbs, head and even the entire body, like a ghost from deep underground. It rose from the ground. It shook off the dust on its body, raised its neck, faced the full moon in the sky, and let out a long and shrill howl: "Aww-"
Li Xiao was inspired to meditate for a moment, and looked around as if someone was thinking about him.
The moonlight shines through the holes in the roof. This is an abandoned inn, sheltered from wind and sand.
Not far away, Lin Qing'er was leaning against the corner, her head buried between her legs, sleeping soundly, but she didn't know whether she was sleeping or not.
Anyway, she rarely meditates, and when she adjusts her breath at dawn, she sleeps casually, in a casual posture, without the sentiments of an oiran lady. Perhaps this is the real her.
This is already the fifth night after leaving the ghost market. I don’t know where I’ve arrived at dawn, but it’s far away and desolate.
The two of them ran day and night, heading west. Even if the horses traveled eight hundred miles a day, they had gone down three to four thousand miles. The land was still dry and desolate. There was no rooster crow for thousands of miles, and the bones were exposed in the wild.
Of course, there were also some inhabited places and big cities, which they both avoided to avoid trouble, especially big cities, which had kill orders within thirty miles.
During this period, he encountered corpse demons and beast demons more than a dozen times, all of which were small groups and single ones. They were easily dealt with by Dawn. Half of the credit was due to Chunyi. Its sunlight was invincible. Coupled with the speed of Dawn's innate instinct, he estimated that, If you hang around in the world, you can go anywhere in the world.
The boy's dream of being in the world has become a reality. Unfortunately, the hero accompanying him is not the girl he imagined. This is the unsatisfactory part of life.
Lin Qing'er has never used the drug that attracts demons. It has no use and seems to be useless.
Li Xiao has never been injured, and naturally he has never used the special blood dispelling powder from the medicine store, but he can't bear to waste it. It is mixed with the demon-inducing medicine, but it can reduce the mana of cultivators even more than the Mongolian sweat medicine in the world. .
In addition, the longer he spends time with Xiao Niangpi, the harder it will be for him to make up his mind to kill her.
The so-called getting along day and night will lead to love over time.
Fortunately, Yao Xingshou warned in advance that these are the prerequisites for the Love-Severing Art, reminding Li Xiao not to fall into it.
There is only innocence in Li Xiao's heart, and the warning at the beginning of the medicine line is superfluous.
The reason why it was more difficult for him to take action was because he called Lin Qing'er "Sister" and "Brother", and sometimes he really regarded her as his sister.
"Sister, I have finished adjusting my breath." He stood up at dawn and as he spoke, a cloud of white mist came out. The temperature at night was extremely low.
"Oh, let's hit the road then." Lin Qing'er stretched out, stood up, and squinted her eyes habitually to look around, pointing a direction to Dawn.
The two turned into two elves in the night and started running long distances.
At dawn, the surrounding scenery gradually emerged with the morning light, and it turned out to be a desert.
Lin Qing'er suddenly stopped, made a clear sniffling sound from under the face towel, and looked at the sky: "Brother, it's going to snow."
"Snowing?" Li Xiao raised his head in surprise. As if to confirm Lin Qing'er's judgment, a cool fluff fell on his face. It was really snowing. The terrible memory of the two poisonous snows in summer suddenly disappeared. After being awakened, he hurriedly raised his gauze to protect himself from the snow, and asked in a panic, "Can I bring you some medicine to detoxify the snow?"
"This snow is not poisonous." Lin Qing'er said, taking off her scarf, revealing her fair and tender face made of snow. She raised her head and stretched out her arms, like a young and charming girl, welcoming the long-lost gift of nature.
"Really?" Surprise turned to joy at dawn, and he took off his scarf in the same way, and opened his mouth. For the first time in his life, he tasted the taste of snow. It was sweet and cold, soothing his throat silently. He thought of the ghost market for a moment, where there were also Is it snowing?
White fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky, getting bigger and denser as they fell, and soon covered the earth. The originally tawny Gobi desert turned into a vast expanse of white, covered in silver.
The snow was falling heavily, and two white figures walked in the distance, one behind the other, one foot higher and one foot lower. The snow was knee-deep and they could not run.
"Sister, is the drought over?"
"My brother is overthinking it. This place is close to Kunlun, so there will be snow."
Kunlun? At dawn, I didn't expect that this long journey would actually be close to the extreme west. Folk rumors say: Kunlun relies on the extreme west and the Yellow River flows at its bottom.
"Stop!" Lin Qing'er suddenly stopped, and with a flick of her hand, there was a bright long sword.
Li Xiao was alarmed. This was the first time he saw Lin Qing'er wielding a sword, and he remembered her other identity - the senior sister of the Sword Sect.
He reacted very quickly and pulled out the spring essence from his waist at the same time. He did not meditate and adjust his breath for most of the day, so naturally there was no spiritual energy injected into it.
Lin Qing'er didn't say anything. She raised her sword downwards and heard a "click" sound. An object burst out with broken snow. It turned out to be a thick iron trap that was thrown far away.
When I saw the sharp clamp mouth that was tightly biting, my calf couldn't help but twitch. If I stepped on it, wouldn't my leg be broken?
Since there is a trap, it means there is someone nearby.
"Sister, let me adjust my breathing for a moment or two." What Li Xiao wanted to do was to release his inner and outer emotions after moving his qi, and use his heavenly eyes to explore the path. Although he was tossing back and forth, he sailed the ten-thousand-year ship carefully, and safety came first.
"Don't bother, just follow my footsteps." Lin Qing'er said crisply, the sword in her hand had disappeared, and Xiaoxiao couldn't see where the sword was hidden on her body.
She is at the ninth level of Qi refining, has magic power in her Dantian, and the time and range of her Heavenly Eyes are beyond comparison with the dawn.
Half an hour later, the snow slowed down a bit, and the two of them "squeaked, squeaked" through the thick snow and came to a large archway covered with snow veneers.
There are faint eaves behind the archway, and there are wisps of smoke, obviously there are people.
At dawn, he looked up at the three simple characters on the archway - "Longmen Town" and hesitated: "Do you want to enter the town?"
For some reason, Lin Qing'er, who had avoided inhabited places all the way, simply said: "Enter the town!"
This is a small town, far worse than a bustling ghost market. Most of them are low thatched huts, scattered on both sides of a street. Because it is covered with a layer of snow, it looks quite neat.
Perhaps because of the snow, the streets were quiet and quiet, with not a single person in sight.
Entering Longmen Town, Xiaoxiao naturally walked in front, pressing the knife with one hand and observing both sides vigilantly. There was no need to worry about traps in the town, especially when the ground was covered with snow.
When passing a thatched hut, I saw several looks of surprise and repulsion through the half-closed paper windows at dawn.
"Keep away from strangers", in years of famine, applies not only to individuals, but also to groups.
There are only a very small number of people who accept refugees like ghost markets.
Suddenly there was a noise in the front, and Lin Qing'er's urgent voice came from behind: "Brother, walk faster."
It was dawn and I didn't know what was going on, but I still quickened my pace and soon saw a bunch of people gathered around the roadside. It was a big house with the guise of a restaurant on it. It was a food shop. There were shops in every village and town, big or small.
A woman's cry came from the crowd: "The conscience of heaven and earth! My girl really didn't eat secretly..."
Li Xiao and Lin Qing'er stopped outside the crowd, but they saw that everyone was wearing fur coats and full of out-of-the-wall style. They were both seven feet tall, but they were short. They couldn't see what was going on inside, but they smelled the aroma of cooked meat. .
Lin Qing'er raised her hand gently, and the crowd seemed to be separated by invisible hands, revealing a gap, but she was unaware of it, just enough to see clearly inside at dawn.
Next to a meat table piled with tendon meat, on the cleared snowy ground, a mother and daughter were kneeling. They were both dressed in tatters and disheveled. They looked like they were fleeing from famine. They were facing a shirtless, The big man, who was not afraid of the cold, begged: "Uncle, you must be wrong. Although my daughter is young, she will never steal other people's things."
The big man had a pigtail on his head, a full beard, a broad nose and big eyes. He was strong and tough. He held a boning knife in his hand and thrust it into the table: "The best cooked beef will be cut as soon as it is cut." I took a piece of it, and your daughter is right next to it, who else could it be if she didn’t eat it secretly?”
The woman argued to herself: "It's really not her. I taught her since she was a child that no matter how poor she is, she can't steal."
The big man sneered: "Hey, you are poor and short of ambition. Looking at your sallow complexion, you must have fled from the pass. You will naturally steal when you are very hungry."
The woman suddenly took out a few coins from her arms and said, "We have money and can buy food. We will never steal it."
"You can't even buy a piece of naan for a few pennies, let alone the smell of meat?" The big man said and kicked the woman's hand. Several coins rolled to the ground and disappeared into the crowd.
"My money! My money..." The woman crawled on the ground to pick it up, but the crowd of onlookers remained motionless, and no one said a word. They were very indifferent.
At dawn, I could see clearly that one of the copper plates fell at the feet of a person. The man stepped on it quietly with his feet, with no intention of returning it to its original owner. The other copper plates probably suffered the same fate.
