Outside the snowfield, inside the temple.
The swordsman and the calico cat waited day after day.
A swordsman doesn't do much every day.
Every morning I wake up, boil a pot of hot water, have a simple breakfast, and then practice swordplay all morning. Sometimes I go to the surrounding villages to buy some food and fodder. In the afternoon, I sit cross-legged on the ground and look at the snowy fields to the north, covered by dark clouds. The shrouded sky is sometimes filled with wind and sometimes flashes, imagining the confrontation over there, thinking about my own swordsmanship, and waiting for that thunder.
Naturally, you should always pay attention to Sanhua Empress.
At first everything was normal for the calico cat——
Sometimes I would run around the temple, looking for anything I could play with. Even if it was a dead grass stem protruding from the snow, I would circle around it and pick it up with my paws. No matter where she is, she can find something to do that interests her. If you are tired from busy work, just lie down and take a nap in the temple.
When people came to offer incense, she would go to a place not far away from them and sit down, looking up at them.
Sometimes he would turn into a human form, find a small stick, and practice calligraphy by writing on the snow.
The swordsman is also literate, but he has not read many books. It can be seen that Sanhua Empress writes mostly poems. Sometimes she also writes people's names, the twenty-four solar terms, and sentences from scriptures. It is hard to tell that there are many.
Sometimes he would catch a mouse and ask him if he would eat it.
Sometimes, if they catch too much, they will ask him to borrow a knife, then go to the stream to clean up carefully, and then hang them on dead trees to make dried mice.
This reminded the swordsman of the bacon he almost ate.
Sometimes rabbits or even larger animals would be caught and brought to him to eat. At this time, the swordsman could eat meat, which not only replenished the body's consumption, but also prevented him from going to the village for several days. They went door to door to buy food with good words.
Sometimes they would bring elixir to him and ask him if he wanted to eat it.
It wasn't until a few days later that she seemed to feel that she had been away from the Taoist for too long, and she seemed to feel some emotions. So she often sat on the snow next to the temple, licking her paws and looking over there in a daze. Sometimes there was something coming from there at night. If there is light or some movement that the swordsman cannot detect, she will immediately run out, jump to the top of the temple, and stare there without moving for a long time.
If you ask her, she will turn her head or lower her head to look at you, but will not answer.
This happens every day.
Until the past ten days.
There was a sudden rumble in the temple, like thunder from the sky, and the statue of the god sitting on the altar was filled with light, as if a god appeared and then disappeared in an instant.
The swordsman finally waited for the thunder.
They were dark clouds that spread over the entire snowfield, with wind and snow in the middle, but thunder and lightning in the middle, as if it was the end of the world. Just looking at it made people feel suffocated.
"Rumble..."
Some thunder branches are countless and wildly intertwined, like a big tree hanging upside down. Some thunder can stay in the line of sight for a long time and does not disappear after several breaths. Some thunders are extremely long and can extend from the end of the line of sight. At the other end, numerous thunderbolts were densely packed all over the snowfield, dancing with the wind and snow.
The thunder is rolling and the echo is endless.
Before one of them left his ears, a new one was added, and countless superpositions formed a sound like the world was cracking.
The swordsman sat on the ground and looked over there.
The calico cat sat on the top of the temple, also facing that direction, motionless, with only a small back.
I don't know what she is thinking.
The swordsman was stunned anyway.
That is Tianwei.
Rolling with power.
What came from that direction was a power like destruction, unrivaled and suffocating, as if it could wipe out the earth.
No matter it was an ordinary thunderstorm night, or the Jingzhe four years ago, or Fu Lei Gong's handiwork outside Changjing City that day, or outside Jingyu City last year, they were all far inferior to the thunder that filled the sky and earth in front of him.
From morning to night, the time is endless.
How powerful is this?
When I was in Hansu County, I heard someone describe how the gods eliminated demons a few years ago. The thunder that lasted for a whole month didn't seem like anything, but now I was deeply shocked.
But I don’t know who was stronger or weaker at that time and now?
…
Boom!
Thunder was everywhere in the blizzard, causing flowers to bloom everywhere in the snow, almost crushing all the resistance of the Snow Demon King.
The thunder stopped.
The demon king could only shrink into his spiritual eyes and linger on.
However, at this time, the grassland was covered with the spiritual power of the four seasons, and the rotation of the four seasons not only consumed his spiritual power and aura, but also trapped him in the spiritual eye.
Time passes quickly, and I don’t know how many days and nights there are.
A figure appeared faintly above the clouds.
Zhou Lei Gong was condescending and looked down.
Seeing the ice and snow melting on the earth, and the four seasons turning around, as if going against the grain, I was naturally frightened. If I looked carefully, I could see Song You's arrangement and his intention——
Tiangong also tried this trick, driving it to the spiritual eye and trying to kill Lingyun. When he failed, he tried to seal it. However, Tiangong spent a lot of effort, used stupid methods, and many priests worked together to make the Snowfield Demon King unable to stay anywhere but in the spiritual eye, so that he could drive him back to the spiritual eye. But this Taoist actually did it alone. , it’s really surprising.
The four seasons method is indeed the most difficult, but also the most wonderful and infinitely useful.
And his thoughts should also be sealed, right?
Zhou Lei Gong didn't think much and just watched quietly.
Let's see what magic trick he has up his sleeve.
"puff!"
The spiritual eye is like the eye of the earth, water gushes out again.
The spiritual body of the Snow Demon King was revealed in the water column, hanging in mid-air, looking at the Taoist sitting cross-legged by the spring, but he was already in a very embarrassed state.
"It turns out to be the spiritual power of the four seasons!"
"how?"
The Taoist raised his head and looked at him calmly.
"Something good!"
"How is it compared to a tutor?"
The Demon King of the Snowfield was covered in wounds, but he was not afraid: "Your master can't do anything to me, and you can't do anything to me either!"
"Try..."
The Taoist sitting cross-legged by the spring raised his hand.
"Sui Su Su Su..."
The entire grassland, in all directions, is full of spiritual power.
The spiritual power that was originally laid out was one after another, with different colors, from far to near, covering the four seasons, flying in one after another.
The spiritual power circulates around the spring in order, southeast, northwest, and slowly rotates.
The charm of the four seasons and the changes in weather are all concentrated here.
"Want to seal me?"
The figure on the spring sneered: "The water flows and the heaven cannot seal it, so how can you seal it?"
The Taoist didn't answer and just closed his eyes.
The intertwined spiritual powers seem to be transformed into a cage, but in fact they are secretly linked to the four seasons of heaven and earth.
The spring is shrouded in it.
The demon king's spirit body didn't feel anything at first. Although he couldn't beat him, he was neither afraid of being destroyed nor afraid of being sealed. Just like the last time he faced the Heavenly Palace, he turned around and turned into countless water flows and fell into the spring. No matter how this Taoist tries to seal it, even if the seal is successful, after a while, he will naturally be free between heaven and earth.
However, almost instantly, the spring popped open again, and the demon king's spiritual body reappeared.
At this time, he was greatly surprised.
"what have you done?"
As the incarnation of the aura of water and the innate spirit, he is naturally the most sensitive to the changes in heaven and earth.
The hundreds of four-season spiritual energy swirling around the body are slowing down, and the rotation of the four seasons here seems to be slowing down, and seems to be slowly disappearing.
Not only the four seasons, but also the alternation of yin and yang seems to be slowing down.
This feeling made him feel that this Taoist was not building a cage here to trap him in it, but was separating the heaven and earth where the spring was located to form a boundary independent from the outside world.
"This is a creation that was accidentally obtained when I was in the lower reaches of the world. You can also call it the yin and yang four-season array." Song You opened his eyes and looked at him, "The yin and yang in the array do not rotate, and the four seasons remain unchanged. It is like a small world has been drawn for you. If you are trapped in it, your aura will be isolated and will never be replenished. You will only be constantly worn away and become weaker and weaker."
"..."
The Thunder God in the sky was very shocked, and the Demon King on the ground was also a little panicked, but after just thinking for a moment, he found another flaw.
How long can this kind of magic circle composed purely of spiritual power last?
Unless this person stays here all the time.
But people in Fulongguan do not seek immortality, nor do they seek incense and fire. No matter how long his life is, how long will it be? Although the spirit of mountains and rivers is not as long-lasting as real mountains and rivers, it has been born for hundreds of years. No one can say how long it will be in the future. And these mortal magics often disappear after death, even if it is a hundred years, it still counts. Not for long.
Besides, how could he stay here all the time?
However, when the Demon King looked at Song You, he found that this man was also looking at him, as if he had seen what he was thinking, and Song You smiled slightly.
"The incarnation of the aura of mountains and rivers, and the innate gods, are all great beings. If you bring benefit to one party, not to mention attracting incense and faith and strengthening yourself, you can at least be in harmony with the nature of heaven and earth for a long time. Why do you want to kill the goose and take the eggs for your own destruction?" How to do it?"
"Stop talking nonsense! What methods do you have!"
"Speaking of it, I have seen someone like you when I traveled across the world, and that person was even more powerful than you." Song You said lightly, "Using mountains to control water is perfect."
"boom!"
The water in the spring rolled and splashed several meters high.
Song You closed his eyes.
The spiritual power keeps flying out, which not only consumes and weakens the demon king's spiritual power, but also slows down the four seasons and stops the yin and yang. Although it only targets the small piece of heaven and earth with a radius of about ten feet in front of it, it cannot really separate it, but it can also make it have the characteristics of painting. Some characteristics of Zhongtiandi form a seal independent of the outside world.
"call……"
I don’t know when, the wind started blowing again in Heyuan.
It's not a cold wind at this time.
It's the east wind.
The east wind suddenly blew three thousand miles, and the heavy snow stopped for the first time.
…
It’s February outside the snowfields.
The calico cat seemed to have completely lost its respect for other people's temples and its awe for the big men who had been with it. It lay leisurely on the top of the temple, swaying its tail, sometimes looking at the direction of the snowfield, and sometimes stretching out its paws towards the sky. The flying birds plucked and plucked the air.
The swordsman also sat on the ground, staring into the distance.
The snow on the ground is almost melting.
The thunder in the snowfield in the distance has long since disappeared. What is even more surprising is that the haze that has been spreading in the sky for more than ten years is also gradually disappearing.
This seems to be indicating something.
At this moment, the bay horse that was grazing in the snow seemed to sense something. It raised its head, turned to look in the direction of the snowfield, and then turned to look at the top of the temple. Then it took steps, first walked to sit cross-legged on the ground He walked to the swordsman, pushed him with his head, walked to the small temple, raised his head, and stared at the calico cat on the top of the temple.
Then I just listened to the cats and horses talking next to the small temple.
"Ma, what are you doing?
"Are you hungry?
"Oh, you were eating grass just now...
“Then you must want to drink water.
"Miss Sanhua, I'm going to boil a pot of water for you to drink."
The horse was silent, but the cat kept talking.
"It's good to drink boiled water. Everyone drinks boiled water. Boiled water tastes round, while cold water tastes sharp...
"Hey, why don't you speak?
"Why can't you speak human language?
“I can’t even speak cat talk!
"You are not smart..."
The horse withdrew his gaze and silently walked towards the quilt.
The swordsman kept turning his head to stare in this direction, showing a thoughtful look. When he saw this scene, he reacted instantly, stood up, picked up his sword, and went to get his saddle.
The calico cat standing on the edge of the temple roof blinked and looked at the swordsman's movements. It seemed to have thought of something. It meowed and jumped down from the temple roof, flying through the air with great grace.
"..."
Landing lightly, he stretched as if he didn't care. After stretching, he immediately turned around and ran towards the bay red horse.
…
Golden Jasmine launches a plan to save expired monthly tickets——
It’s the end of the month again, and the monthly ticket in your hand is about to expire. It would be a waste not to vote, so why not vote for Jasmine! Every month, the babies hope to have a home, so come and save them!
(End of chapter)
