The setting sun casts a layer of glittering golden light on the towering snow-capped mountains. The wind howls, the waves rise in the pine forest, and the sound is sad and melodious, almost heartbreaking.
It was already dusk in the day, and the dusk in northern winter is particularly short and disappears in the blink of an eye. After that, a deep twilight envelopes the sky, and the sky becomes darker and darker until it is completely dark.
On the Guanma Avenue, the snow was knee-deep, and strong winds blew the snow on their faces. A group of people trudged hard, and the dusk stretched their shadows.
"call."
The old man pulled his feet out of the snow with difficulty, took a long breath, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. In the dusk, his wrinkled face turned red. It was obvious that he was exhausted after a long journey in the snow.
In comparison, it is much easier for Gei Liu to cover his face with his face covered. His body is light and agile, and he will not sink too much when stepping on the thick snow.
"Old senior, are you okay?" Guiliu turned around and looked.
The old man glanced at Gui Liu, panting and reluctantly said: "Little baby, you are really good at walking on the snow without leaving a trace."
The bearded swordsman, who had always been indifferent to the conversation between the two, frowned when he heard this, and then turned to look at Guiliu.
When the bearded swordsman turned his head as if nothing had happened, Gui Liu leaned into the old man's ear and whispered dissatisfiedly: "Old senior, look at your exaggerated statement. It shocked us all. I thought I am a hidden expert."
The old man chuckled, looked at Gui Liu and said mischievously: "I think you have very good bones and are a good candidate for martial arts. Why don't you let me teach you a few moves? In the future, when you walk around the world, you will have something that is at the bottom of the box, so I won't As for being bullied.”
Guiliu's eyes immediately lit up and he asked expectantly: "Really?"
The old man smiled and said nothing, and slowly spread out a dry and wrinkled hand.
The meaning couldn't be clearer. Want to learn martial arts? Pay the money first!
Guiliu immediately lost interest and walked forward with long strides.
"Eh? You brat!" The old man hurriedly caught up with Gui Liu and spat, "It's only natural to use money to practice martial arts! How come you, brat, can't see Mount Tai? I'm here to see you and I being destined. I have good intentions and want to teach you a few tricks. You know, when someone kneeled down and begged me for money, I didn't even look at it. But you are so good, you don't even accept the love, you are simply wasting your natural resources!"
Suddenly, the old man felt something cold on his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a brand new silver ingot.
"For one tael of silver, old man, don't open your mouth anymore." Guiliu said calmly.
The old man carefully put the silver ingot into his arms as if he were holding a treasure. He quietly glanced at the young man who had made such a big mistake, rolled his eyes slyly, and then said with a smile: "Why don't you get another piece? I'll take it from you. As a personal disciple, and tell the world, you will have more face in the world from now on. How about it? Think about it carefully, buying a thunderous title for two yuan, is this a conscientious transaction? "
Guiliu didn't squint his eyes and said with a smile: "Old senior, if you continue to push your limits, you will have to endure hardships when you get to Shuanghua City."
The old man immediately understood the meaning behind it. He was talking about beauty reviews and lyrics reviews, so he slapped his lips and stopped talking.
Dusk fell quietly, the sky became darker and darker, and it was no longer possible to move forward. The top priority was to find a place to spend the night. At the worst, you should avoid the ice and snow and find a place where you could light a fire to ward off the cold and heat. Avoid nocturnal beasts.
It's very common for escorts to sleep in the open. If they really can't find a place to spend the night, they just fall asleep with their clothes on. It's not a big deal. But things are different now. There is vast snow everywhere. You can’t lie down in the snow and sleep all night, right? It's a problem if you can't get up the next day, and you'll most likely turn into an ice sculpture.
The bearded swordsman frowned. He had to find a place that could avoid the wind and snow no matter what, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
Suddenly, he became energetic. With the sharp eyesight of an experienced escort, he was sure that he could see clearly. There was a building four or five kilometers away from here.
"Work harder and you can rest when you get to the front." The bearded swordsman said solemnly. This was the third sentence he said today.
The trek through the snow was extremely difficult. The distance of four or five kilometers seemed short, but it took a lot of time. We were finally approaching our destination, and the sky was dark, almost completely dark.
The bearded swordsman's expression suddenly turned ugly. Sure enough, he was afraid of whatever he was afraid of.
The place where I saw the night four or five miles away was an abandoned temple, with broken walls and dead grass everywhere. Under the cover of night, there was a strange feeling.
In the escort industry, there are three extremely taboo rules for staying overnight. Generally speaking, no escort would dare to violate them unless they have no choice.
One is to spend the night in the silent mountains and old forests.
Second, stay overnight in an abandoned temple.
Third, stay overnight by the water.
Especially the second one, staying overnight in an abandoned temple is extremely taboo for many escorts. Many of the ghost stories that have been widely circulated in the escort industry for hundreds of years are related to staying overnight in temples.
The ancestor of the escort master once wrote a book and biography, explaining in detail the reasons for various taboos. Regarding temples, it is said that temples are originally pure places of worship, but if they are abandoned temples, it is very easy to attract some unclean things. Especially abandoned temples with no people nearby, it is very likely that they have become the territory of evil spirits. The people who pass by and stay overnight are their meals.
Seeing the bearded swordsman's expression solemn and not moving, Guiliu stepped forward and asked with a smile: "As far as I know, this is the only place within dozens of miles where you can stay. Why? Is it possible for you, boss?" Want to sleep in the snow?”
"What do you know?!" Da Beard Dao yelled angrily: "If there is anything unclean in this temple, it will kill you!"
"Have a rest." The old man patted the bearded swordsman on the shoulder, "My bad old man's trick of intimidating children stopped working eight hundred years ago. How come people still believe it now?"
Guiliu nodded and said with a smile: "Even if there is a ghost, it must be a charming and charming ghost as written in the book. Even if I die under the peonies, I don't want to slowly freeze to death in the ice and snow."
With that said, Gui Liu took the lead and walked towards the temple.
The old man smiled and followed closely.
The four chick escorts didn't believe in the ghost story either. They obviously wanted to follow him, but they were afraid of the bearded swordsman, so they didn't make any move.
The bearded swordsman first looked at the backs of the two figures who were the first to go away, then looked down at the shiny sword in his hand, and then looked at the deserted and dilapidated temple, with a complicated expression and some hesitation.
"Damn it! No matter how much it is, you can't sleep in the snow!"
The bearded swordsman puffed up his energy, clenched his sword tightly, and walked towards the temple resolutely.
When he reached the entrance of the temple, Guiliu didn't hesitate at all. He immediately stepped over the ruins and dived into the temple.
In the darkness, Gui Liu suddenly raised his head and was slightly stunned.
Above the Buddhist niche is a Buddha statue with spreading cracks. Because it has not been taken care of for a long time, the gilt coating on the Buddha's body has peeled off, and the entire body of the Buddha statue shows a rusty black color.
Although the whole body of the Buddha statue is in dilapidated state, only the eyes of the Buddha statue are as new as ever. They seem to have been painted with white paint and embellished with scarlet, making the eyes red with white pupils and angry eyes, which looks extremely strange.
From the moment the flower flows into the hall, the eyes of the Buddha seem to be fixed on the flower. No matter how Guiliu dodges and moves, he can still look into the treacherous Buddha's eyes when he looks at the Buddha statue again.
Guiliu immediately narrowed his eyes and slowly walked to the Buddha statue.
"Mysterious."
Geiliu stretched out his hand and gently brushed the Buddha's eyes. He immediately felt something sticky clinging to his hand. He spread his palm and could vaguely smell the faint smell of blood from the scarlet substance.
But those Buddha eyes were only pale and pale.
Guiliu smiled slightly and didn't pay much attention. He wiped his hands with his robe and glanced at the Buddha statue. Finally he could no longer look at him, so he turned around and left with satisfaction.
Just as a group of people stepped into the hall, the bearded swordsman held a bright torch, and the blazing fire suddenly dispersed the darkness.
Seeing the bearded swordsman frowning and looking around cautiously, Guiliu sat down on the ground and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I've checked it out, there's nothing wrong with it."
The bearded swordsman still walked around uneasy, especially when he stayed in front of the Buddha statue for a long time, looking at this and touching that. After confirming that everything was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.
People who had been hungry and cold all day began to collect dead branches and leaves in the temple. Everyone gathered firewood and the flames were high. Soon, a blazing fire was lit, dispelling the cold and dispelling the darkness.
The seven members of the escort team sat around the fire, warming themselves and eating to comfort themselves after a long day. With strong alcohol in his throat, Gui Liu looked around and found that the five serious bodyguards were eating the same dry food, while the old man was munching on half a roasted sweet potato.
"Take a sip?" Guiliu smiled and raised the wine bottle in front of the old man.
The old man didn't show any sign of giving up. He took the jug and took a sip. Then he put the jug down and laughed, "Good wine! Good wine!"
Guiliu smiled and looked at the bearded swordsman again.
"The rules of the escort industry are that you are not allowed to drink alcohol while escorting escorts." The bearded swordsman said solemnly, and at the same time he glanced at the four escort masters with a warning look.
The four young escorts had no choice but to give up, looking downcast and munching on the bland coarse grains.
Gui Liu smiled and said nothing, raised his head and took another sip of wine. As an alcoholic, he knew how uncomfortable it was when the alcohol bug was causing trouble. The craving for food is so hard to stop. If you can take a big gulp of alcohol immediately when you want to drink, you will be most happy in life.
The old man ate half of the sweet potato and smashed it into his mouth. He lowered his head and carefully took out the two yellowed old papers from his arms. He squinted his eyes and looked at them carefully. His lips moved slightly, as if reading the names on them. .
Gui Liu glanced around and saw Gui Qing's name and Hu Meizi's name at the top of the list.
"Old senior, have you ever been to Chunxian Tower?" Guiliu asked with a smile.
"Chunxian Tower..." A trace of silence flashed in the old man's eyes, and he murmured softly: "I went there once fifty years ago. I only remember going there, but many details have been forgotten."
The old man's eyes suddenly became dazed and he murmured to himself: "Fifty years ago...Fifty years ago, she was in this position."
Guiliu smiled and took a sip of wine, thinking that the old man was talking nonsense. Chunxian Tower was only built for more than forty years, and there were only four batches of women in the building. Except for Hu Meizi, there had never been any beauty reviews before. How did the top three women come to be the most beautiful woman in the world fifty years ago according to the old man?
The bearded swordsman suddenly stood up, and Guiliu saw him take out a stack of talisman papers from his arms, and then saw him paste all the talisman papers around the wall.
"Do you even have these?" Guiliu asked with a smile.
"As a escort, you will inevitably encounter some evil things. As long as the escort is not brainless, he will be prepared before going out on a mission." The bearded swordsman said solemnly, and his eyes glanced at the four weak chicks.
The four chick escorts looked a little cramped.
"Does it really work?" Guiliu asked curiously.
The bearded swordsman frowned, sat down again, and said nothing. To be honest, even he himself didn't know that these paper stall talisman tubes with a few copper coins and dozens of pieces would not work.
It could be seen that the wine bug in the old man's stomach was causing trouble, so Geiliu gave the wine bottle to the old man and motioned for him to drink as he pleased. Then he moved slightly and carefully sat down next to the bearded swordsman.
"Are you a martial artist?" Geiliu asked cautiously.
"It's just a low-grade second grade." The bearded swordsman said impatiently.
Guiliu was slightly stunned, he never expected such a belittling answer. Who among ordinary warriors is not proud of themselves? What's more, in this small group of people, Wu Ren still stands out from the crowd.
Guiliu suddenly felt some admiration. Such a humble and unassuming nature was very much like those martial arts masters. Most of the people who can make a name for themselves in the world are restrained and low-key. Only those low-class people who are not good enough will be arrogant and arrogant all day long, relying on their low-level skills to plunder, humiliate women, and be shameless. He said that he was involved in the romantic world.
Guiliu looked at the man beside him and said with a smile: "Why don't you try to hit the third level or higher. After the third level, it is the so-called entry level, and you will be a well-known person in the world. Maybe you will meet someone who admires you. When the time comes for this heroic and beautiful lady to throw herself into her arms, wouldn’t it mean that both the country’s and the country’s beauties will accept her?”
The bearded swordsman smiled coldly, "Do you think breaking a mirror is as easy as eating? I entered the first rank at the age of twenty-three, and then traveled around the world for seven years. I understood the opportunities of the second rank in life and death battles of all sizes, and spent another five years in the world. After breaking the mirror, I spent another two years polishing and stabilizing my realm. How many people like me stopped at the second level and never touched the threshold of the third level until their death. But you are so talkative that you can become a third-level warrior with just a few words. If you say a few more words, a martial artist will come."
Guiliu's eyes suddenly became trance-like. Is this the difference caused by his roots and circumstances? I think back when I entered the second level at the age of ten, I was already at the third level when I was weak. Counting three years to this day, the third level has been perfected, and there is only one opportunity to break the mirror. Ever since I was little, I have always had a smooth journey in martial arts. I have never experienced life-and-death struggles, and I have never practiced hard day and night. I only had three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, and then my martial arts realm came naturally. .
Guiliu suddenly thought of the iceberg beauty, his biological sister, and suddenly his heart was as sharp as a knife.
If it were Gui Qing and this bearded swordsman, there would be a huge gap between them. There was no comparison at all.
Gui Qing is not a martial artist. Like his mother, he practices Qi arts. If warriors are about talent, they are only a small group of people, while Qi warriors are more about their bones, and they are only a handful of people among a small group of people.
Every Qi warrior must find the source that is most relevant to him and refine it into his own life object before he can start practicing. There are different origins in the world, and everything can become a source, so the things that Qi practitioners cultivate are extremely diverse.
For example, the notorious Poison King of the Jing Dynasty in the past cultivated miasma, became extremely difficult to deal with, and committed all kinds of evil. In the end, he was killed by a team of experts from the imperial court.
Another example is the Queen Mother, who practiced Taoist Gangqi and became the world's leading grandmaster, ranking fourth in the martial arts review.
Another example is Huaqing, the tenth person in the world. It is said that his attainments in talismans far exceed those of the ancients. His realm and fortune are so high that it is also a mountain that is difficult for future generations to climb.
There is a kind of source in this world that is the most difficult to refine. Even if it is refined into a natal substance, it is extremely difficult to cultivate. If you are not careful, the cultivator will be backlashed by it. In the end, it will be eroded without a trace and no bones will be left. .
There are very few practitioners of evil spirits in the world, and people all over the world regard it as a witchcraft. From ancient times to the present, no one who practices evil spirits has a good ending, and all of them die tragically.
These people are either being attacked by evil spirits, or they are attacked by a group of decent people from all over the world. Hundreds of years ago, there was a massive "rectification movement" in the Immortal Family on the mountain, especially targeting those who practiced evil spirits. Anyone who cultivates evil spirits does not need to be questioned. They will all be killed to eliminate the evil spirit.
Gui Liu frowned, but Gui Qing was different.
He clearly remembered that when he was seven years old, he was having a snowball fight with his father in the snow. He accidentally glanced around and saw Gui Qing walking in the heavy snow, surrounded by a thin layer of evil energy. The heavy snow evaporated on her body. .
That day, after learning the news, the queen mother hurried back from Jizhou and checked the gems again and again. Not only did she not find any hidden dangers, but she also found out a shocking fact.
The evil spirit that Gui Qing cultivates is innate, and as a natal thing that accompanies Gui Qing, there is no risk in cultivating it.
Cultivating evil spirit, he stepped into the first realm at the age of ten, entered the second realm at the age of thirteen, and directly crossed to the peak of the third realm at the age of fifteen. And to this day, Gui Qing has always deliberately suppressed the realm and never broken the mirror.
She doesn't need to practice at all, everything will fall into place naturally.
It is said that the nine-story platform is built from the ground. I really can’t believe how strong the foundation will be after polishing a realm for several years. If one day, Gui Qing breaks the mirror, with her talent, will she directly reach the last realm of the middle three realms, or directly stand on the high peak of the upper three realms? Become a master who can look down on the world?
Gui Liu endured the severe pain in his chest and slowly stood up.
Even now, his injuries are still very serious, especially after using his luck in the City God's Temple, it is even worse than when he cut himself. Not only is there an injury on his chest, but his whole body is full of internal injuries. It's like a drafty hut, and the warrior's energy is everywhere. Outflow all the time.
Hu Meizi's few fire luck protections, no matter how mysterious the techniques are, are just the icing on the cake, but cannot truly provide help in times of need.
The pain caused by such an injury is definitely not something ordinary people can endure. It is a pain that bites the bones and the heart. The pain is so painful that it makes people almost crazy and even want to die.
But he was already numb.
There is no pain greater than the death of your heart.
Countless years of companionship day and night, meticulous love and care, but they are no match for a conspiracy that may surface.
A person with a dead heart is a living dead person.
He was already dead, the moment he slashed himself with a knife, the moment he raised his eyes in despair, the moment the sky was dark and the earth was dark, the moment his hair was as white as snow.
The night is thick, the bitter snow is miserable, and the forgotten world covered by the vast white snow is sorrow, suffocation, and despair.
A young man with white hair, who didn't care about anyone's strange looks, just lay stiffly in the snow, looking at the flying snow in the sky, his face expressionless.
He burst into tears,
But there was no sound.
Heaven and earth are silent.
Great pain and silence.
