The majestic white snow, strips of ice, and biting cold wind make it difficult to travel.
In the severe winter, Xuexia Mountain should be completely silent. The only thing left is plain white and lifeless. If nothing unexpected happens, few living beings would be willing to set foot here at this time of year.
However, Xuexia Mountain, which had been silent for several months, was broken by the sound of rustling footsteps and heavy breathing today.
Stepping on the foot-thick snow, breathing slowly and gradually, moving tiredly like a machine. The cold-proof coat, which had already been frozen stiff, could not stop the cold wind that was blowing from all directions. The bone-deep cold made Bingchen, who had already looked dull, shiver.
The few miles of road are like a chasm across the sky.
Looking at the nearby mountain top, Bing Chen's eyes showed a trace of sadness.
The remaining warmth in his body gradually dissipated, and his consciousness gradually became hazy, like a walking corpse. Only a trace of obsession remained deep in his eyes, driving him slowly towards the top of the mountain.
On the eve of sunset, on the top of Xuexia Mountain, a figure paused step by step, and finally stopped next to a huge rock piled with snow.
Sitting on the side of the boulder, there is a thousand-foot cliff in front, and below is a glacier that surrounds the entire Xuexia Mountain. Looking as far as the eye can see, it is all white, with a few wisps of smoke rising from the kitchen, and with a little light in front of the window, it seems that his family is sitting around the table.
The afterglow of the setting sun outlines a beautiful sunset on the horizon. As if returning to the light, Bing Chen's eyes briefly regained clarity.
Looking at the red clouds on the horizon, Bing Chen looked sad.
Familiar places, familiar scenery. Here he spent the best ten years of his life.
Abandoned since childhood, she was raised by Aunt Bing by the glacier at the bottom of Xuexia Mountain. Being both sister and mother, Aunt Bing treats him as her own child.
I wanted to call Aunt Bing mom countless times, but she stopped her every time.
"Call me Sister Bing. Sister, am I old? If you dare to call me Mom, I'll spank you."
Even so, in Bingchen's memory, Aunt Bing had never hit herself once.
Even if she is naughty and mischievous, no matter what mistakes she makes, the first thing Aunt Bing does is always check her body. After making sure she is fine, she will always say: "Don't worry, leave it to my sister."
Bingchen was carefree at that time. When you feel wronged, you have someone to stand up for you and a warm embrace for you to rely on. When you are happy, you have someone by your side, listening to your endless sharing.
What impressed Bing Chen the most and fascinated him the most was the scene when Aunt Bing took him to the top of the Xuexia Mountain to watch the sunset countless times.
Here, there is Aunt Bing’s favorite scenery, and it is also the most beautiful scenery in Bingchen’s heart.
"I was alone when I came, and I was alone when I left." Bingchen murmured with difficulty as his lips turned purple from the cold.
Even so, the trace of nostalgia in his eyes is still vaguely visible.
The sunset passed away, and the remaining body temperature of Bingchen disappeared with it.
"Picked up in the glacier, outlived by the snowy clouds, buried in the snowy clouds, it can be regarded as a fallen leaf returning to its roots." Bingchen said with a sad smile.
As the last rays of the setting sun dissipated, Bing Chen weakly closed his eyes. Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. She could only vaguely discern what she was whispering based on the shape of her mouth: "Aunt Bing!"
However, Bing Chen himself didn't notice that at this time, he was enveloped in a faint layer of light. The ice and snow covering his body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin, which was frozen purple, gradually regained its rosy color.
When yin and yang are in harmony, heaven and earth return to their original state.
It was at this time that a crack suddenly appeared from where the last ray of glow dissipated, and then, a ray of red light shot out from it and flew straight towards the top of Xuexia Mountain.
"Heaven will never stop me, Lan Youmeng!"
A slightly excited and melodious voice came, and immediately, a beautiful figure wearing a red dress and an almost transparent body appeared in front of Bing Chen.
There was still a slight lingering fear on her beautiful face, but there was also a hint of excitement about surviving the disaster in her eyes.
"This is?"
Looking at the faint light emitting from Bing Chen's body, Lan Youmeng pondered for a moment, but then she exclaimed.
"The light of chaos, the enlightenment of chaos, this is the spiritual root of chaos!"
The excitement in his eyes became even more intense, but after a moment, a trace of annoyance appeared on his face.
"Why is he a man?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a trace of lightning arc appeared outside his body, making the already weak figure even more miserable.
Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of pain appeared on her beautiful face.
Looking at the sky, Lan Youmeng's eyes were cold and her teeth were clenched.
"God damn it, I'm already like this and you still won't let me go."
In the words, there was both anger and accusations of blood and tears.
Knowing that she didn't have much time, and in her current state, she would disappear in less than half an hour, Lan Youmeng also showed a hint of panic.
He once again cast his gaze on Bing Chen, who was already on the verge of death, and there was obviously some struggle in his eyes. But after a moment, he sighed softly and said: "Boy, I have bet my life on you, but you must not be a short-lived prime minister."
Making a hand seal, a ray of light flew out from Lan Youmeng's fingertips and went straight into the center of Bing Chen's eyebrows.
As if the last of her soul power had been exhausted, Lan Youmeng's expression became even more painful. The soul body was slightly distorted and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
"I will lend you eighty years of life, whether it is life or death, you can live in peace with your destiny."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bing Chen's body suddenly burst into blood. Wisps of inexplicable power overflowed from the center of his eyebrows. Lan Youmengtan's mouth opened slightly, and with a slight suction, he swallowed it all.
Visible to the naked eye, the delicate body has become slightly firmer, and the lightning arcs wrapped around its soul have also been significantly weakened.
Licking her red lips, she said in a soft voice: "It's not bad. It's worthy of being a chaotic spiritual root. It's also a body of pure yang. The original yang has not been lost. This is beyond my expectation."
It was at this time that the gray substance mixed with Bing Chen's blood attracted Lan Youmeng's attention.
"This is!"
Looking slightly startled, Lan Youmeng frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, she pointed towards Bing Chen.
If pulled, the gray matter quickly gathered towards his fingertips, and within a moment, it condensed into a ball the size of a pigeon egg in his hand.
The little strength she had just recovered seemed to have been consumed by most of it. Lan Youmeng said in a weak voice: "We are even."
As soon as the words fell, they turned into a flash of red light and disappeared between Bing Chen's eyebrows.
Boundless ice and snow, no direction, no end. A shivering figure curled up in the snow. His eyes were empty and his expression was dull. Let the sky be covered with snowflakes, as if he is waiting for death.
"Boy, you can't die like this."
A slightly charming, melodious and melodious voice mixed with the impact of the soul came. Bing Chen's heart trembled, and his empty pupils regained some of their energy.
Looking at the figure in front of him, Bing Chen's eyes flashed with surprise, and at the same time there was a bit of astonishment.
"Look again, I'll dig out your eyeballs." Lan Youmeng said coldly.
After a while, Bing Chen came back to his senses and fixed his gaze on Lan Youmeng again.
Her celestial appearance and jade color captivated the country, her skin was as solid as fat, and her temperament was awe-inspiring. Especially the red lips are extremely alluring. Like an ethereal fairy who cannot be blasphemed, or like a goddess who looks down on all living things from a high place, that kind of temperament does not need to be deliberately displayed at all, it is completely natural.
After a moment of confusion, Bingchen asked: "Who are you? Where are you?"
"Oh? You don't know where this is?"
The corners of Lan Youmeng's lips curled up slightly, and she continued: "This is your conscious world, and as for me, I am the goddess in your dreams."
Hearing this, Bing Chen's eyes turned cold for a moment, but after a moment he sighed softly and said: "You, an immortal cultivator, broke into the consciousness of a dying man like me. What are you doing?"
"Oh, it looks like you're quite awake." Lan Youmeng joked.
Bingchen didn't answer, just stared coldly.
"I have helped you get rid of the stubborn disease in your body."
Bing Chen was shocked, but still didn't say anything.
"In exchange, I will give you eighty years of life."
