The cold wind whistled, raising pieces of snowflakes, and then gently put her down, as if teasing a good woman. Snow in the mountains especially falls heavily, falls quickly, melts slowly, and accumulates in large quantities.
In the wind and snow, Feng Yanlang and Fang Lingyan supported each other and trudged hard into the mountains under three inches of snow under their umbrellas. After a while, the footprints behind him were covered with snow again. But the footprints are still traceable.
Ning Wang Zhu Quan, wearing a mink fur coat, sat on a chariot and followed the looming footprints. The cloak on the chariot helped him block most of the snowflakes, preventing him from feeling sad about the heavy snow. He watched the snowflakes fall on the heads and bodies of the four strong men carrying the chariot. They turned into heat and dissipated, and the little sympathy in his heart for the chariot carriers also dissipated. It wasn't actually a cold day. If he had nothing to do, he would rather enjoy the snow at Jimu Villa, watch silver snakes dancing in the mountains, and wax statues of Yuan Chi. However, some things have to be urgent. For example, if you follow these two people down the mountain, you may find some new clues and new opportunities. Although even if you don't go down the mountain, Wan Shitong and the Zongheng Sect behind him will not let go of this opportunity. , but after all, he only has a cooperative relationship with them, and he cannot expect them to report everything to him. There are some things that he must do personally, such as repaying kindness. This is for the sake of future generations. Although Prince Ning’s Mansion is still there now, who knows what will happen in the future. He has already seen through these things. Just look at the stories of past dynasties. Just understand. Destiny needs to be changed by oneself. Look at this dynasty, isn't that imperial brother the one who changed his own destiny? He is still young and has plenty of opportunities. However, this opportunity will have to wait until after the death of the emperor. He knows this very well. He will not be stupid enough to compete with the emperor on horseback. He will only compete with him. He is more capable than his age, more capable than his descendants, and has the advantage of having access to more folk forces than he is in the world. History will always belong to the person who laughs last. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh. He grabbed the wine bottle and took a sip. The wine was still warm. Thinking about it, his progress in cultivating the Tao seemed to have stalled since Zhang Yuchu ascended. After a busy period of time, it would be time to go to Longhu Mountain. The relationship with the new Celestial Master cannot be broken. However, according to Wanshitong's intelligence, Tianxiahui Mingxiang will come eastward. If this is true, the new Heavenly Master Zhang Yuqing will most likely go northward. In this way, there will be excitement under the Dabie Mountains again.
"Yan'er, do you think they are no longer in Luo Guizhuang?" Feng Yanlang said worriedly as he walked.
"Well, it's possible, but we can only go to this place now." Fang Lingyan said. She had an intuition that they were not the only ones going to Luo Guizhuang, so they had to go earlier. But the snow was really too heavy. After walking for half a day, they saw that the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, and humans and animals could not pass. It was almost dark. The two had no choice but to search for mountain residents' houses nearby and live there. Let’s talk about it tonight. Looking to the left, I saw wisps of green smoke rising from the side of a small hillside. I thought someone was lighting a fire there, so I supported them and headed there. After all, it was winter, and it was good to have a fire.
The two turned around the hillside and saw a place full of weeds. This place is quite big, with several dilapidated houses among the weeds. The smoke clearly rises from somewhere in the houses.
The two walked to the door and saw the words "Ghost Fire Village" engraved on the door. The handwriting was scrawled, shallow and crooked, as if someone had carved it with stone. After a brief analysis, the two believed that it was not carved by the owner of Zhuangzi, but by someone to remind or scare others. Although it was called "will-o'-the-wisp", the two of them didn't believe it at this time. On this snowy day, the green smoke rising inside couldn't be a will-o'-the-wisp, right?
He knocked lightly on the door panel a few times, but no one answered inside. He knocked again hard several times, but there was still no sound inside. Feng Yanlang and Fang Lingyan opened the door suspiciously and looked around. They saw that the inside was as desolate as the outside. There was a thick layer of dust and cobwebs everywhere. From time to time, a cold breeze drifted over with the sound of wind. It's really a bit spooky. After passing through the front hall and the second door, I felt a little warmer. Moreover, this building was not as cluttered as the previous one. From the outside, the green smoke was most likely rising from here. The two searched based on their senses, and finally saw the light of fire in a very clean room. It turned out to be a fire pit, a unique kind of fire pit in the local area, with a black hook hanging on it. The fire in Huolutang seemed to have been burning for a long time. Several large logs were burned and no one added any more. Could it be that someone lit the fire here and then left? You walked in such a hurry and didn't even put out the fire. Aren't you afraid of causing a fire? There is really no morality at all. I don’t know which scum did it.
Fang Lingyan was criticizing with all his heart when he suddenly heard a noise and several torches flew over. After the two raised their swords and blocked them, there were no sparks, but a few broken bricks fell to the ground.
"It's an illusion again, could it be...?" A thought flashed through Feng Yanlang's mind, as if he was expecting to see the person who cast the illusion.
"You are a scumbag!" came a familiar voice. A woman in purple jumped out of the window, and then a group of people quickly surrounded her.
"Tang...Miss Tang...it's really you." Feng Yanlang stuttered for a moment before speaking. The people here were indeed Tang Sai'er and others from the White Lotus Sect.
"What, did you miss me? You came to see me so soon." Tang Saier said loudly.
"Why are you here?" Feng Yanlang asked.
"This is where scum like us stay. Don't you think you've come to the wrong place?"
"Sanniang..." A young man next to Tang Saier quickly stopped her. I saw that the man looked rather shabby, but he had a heroic spirit. He was naturally the left protector of the White Lotus Sect, Lin San.
"Third brother, did I say something wrong?"
Fang Lingyan knew that Tang Sai'er was jealous and told it to her on purpose. She was unwilling to give in on such a matter, so she said, "I didn't say you are scum, you admitted it yourself."
"You...you dare to insult me." Tang Sai'er's face turned red with anger, but for a moment she couldn't find the words to retort. She stretched out her hand, sent out a long chain, and whipped him out.
Feng Yanlang knew very well how powerful Tang Saier was, so he hurriedly pulled away from Fang Lingyan and blocked it with his sword.
Tang Sai'er became even more angry when he saw this. The long chain in his hand danced left and right, and somehow it wrapped the sword and scabbard in Feng Yanlang's hand, and pulled it with all his strength. Feng Yanlang knew that she was being cruel and did not dare to be careless. He quickly grabbed the Songyun sword and gave the scabbard to Tang Sai'er.
"Miss Tang, that's not what we meant." Feng Yanlang explained that he really didn't want the two girls to have a grudge.
"You didn't mean that, but you still helped her? How did I offend you?" Tang Sai'er was still very angry.
"You didn't offend us, we owe you, but are you so demanding of a favor?" Fang Lingyan believed that to deal with an unreasonable woman, one must be even more unreasonable, so she suddenly drew her sword and rushed forward.
"Stop arguing." Feng Yanlang stood in the middle, stretching out his hands to separate the two of them. He looked angry.
Fang Lingyan and Tang Saier both became quiet when they saw this, but the anger in their eyes did not go out.
Lin San looked at Feng Yanlang with envy, and suddenly felt that women only care about their appearance. In terms of status and martial arts skills, he was much higher than Feng Yanlang, but he was just not as good-looking as him. Falling in love with his woman. These two wonderful people, who can be regarded as first-rate, actually started fighting each other over him. Not to mention, they could still obey him unanimously when they were angry. It was such luck that even ghosts would sleep with each other.
At this moment, I suddenly heard footsteps outside, indicating that someone was coming. Everyone in the White Lotus Sect was stunned for a moment, and disappeared in an instant. Feng Yanlang and Fang Lingyan also hid under the greetings of Tang Saier and Lin San. A secret room.
