Zhuang Xiuyu walked out of the house with his head drooped and listlessly.
Yan Sihai looked at Zhuang Xiuyu's back with a serious look on his face.
"This female doll also has some of the same charm, and I don't know what kind of kung fu she has practiced."
"When are we going down?"
Chang Sheng asked, since she was fine, it was time for her to go home. There was such a big mess in the capital, and she was worried about her mother's safety. After all, Qingzhou was nearby.
"Wait a minute."
Yan Sihai said.
Chang Sheng was stunned
"Anything else?"
"I brought something from Penglai."
Yan Sihai looked mysterious and walked out of the house immediately.
Chang Sheng looked confused, but changed his clothes and followed out.
On a windy and snowy day, Chang Sheng's face turned red from the cold and his body trembled uncontrollably.
There is a sword stuck outside the house.
Chang Sheng looked familiar to the sword.
Moving his gaze downward, a corner of black was revealed on the snow-white ground.
It was a piece of black cloth.
Yan Sihai knelt on the ground and peeled away the snow attached to the black cloth bit by bit.
"The snow in Kunlun Mountain is really heavy,"
Gradually, more black was revealed.
Then there was a frozen right hand, then the body was exposed, the feet, the left hand, and finally the face.
"Building owner? How did you bring him out?"
Yan Sihai Road
"I asked Mo Bei to spy on this person for me."
"What's wrong?"
Yan Sihai stood up, breathing hot air from his mouth, and rubbed his frozen hands.
"Mo Bei said that this guy is indeed a Grandmaster, but the internal power in his body is from the same ancestry as the Sword God."
"What!"
Chang Sheng was shocked. The Sword God has been dead for three years, how could there be a successor?
"Could he be a disciple of the three major sects?"
Yan Sihai shook his head and said
"Although the martial arts of the three major sects are left behind by the Sword God, after thousands of years of evolution, they have long been very different from the internal power cultivation methods of the Sword God lineage, and they have their own way."
"Are those the remnants of You Mansion?"
Yan Sihai frowned.
"It's not impossible, but I think it's more likely. The so-called owner of the twelfth floor building is someone who survived the Kunlun Mountains."
"What you mean is that Brother Wan was not the only one who received the inheritance of the Sword God on Kunlun Mountain and survived."
"How did that man survive?"
Yan Sihai Show Hands
"I don't know about that, but I always feel that the sword this man is using looks familiar, but I really can't remember which sword it belongs to."
Then his expression became extremely solemn again
"What I'm worried about is, since this person can survive, are he and Wan Chaoyang really the only ones who survived?"
"Brother said that Brother Wan was able to survive because he came down from the mountain early, but there was no chance of other people on the mountain surviving."
Yan Sihai didn't speak, just stared at the corpse.
It was obvious that Chang Sheng was wrong. There was a survivor from three years ago in front of him. He at least lived until he died not long ago.
"It's better to ask Mo Bei."
Yan Sihai suggested.
Chang Sheng touched her arm and rolled her eyes at Yan Sihai. Although she was wearing a thick animal hair scarf, she was still wearing a skirt. There was no way she could withstand the cold weather.
Only then did Yan Sihai react.
"Blame me."
Then he took one of his coats from the house and put it on Chang Sheng.
"Are you feeling better?"
Chang Sheng shook his body and frowned slightly.
"Still cold."
"You guys are just spoiled and spoiled. You're not as good as an old man like me."
While Yan Sihai complained, he took another coat and put it on Chang Sheng.
But to Yan Sihai's expectation, Chang Sheng's body was still shaking.
"No, it's still cold."
Yan Sihai had no choice but to help Chang Sheng back to the house.
Chang Sheng exhaled hot air, and water droplets appeared on his face and neck for no apparent reason.
"Comfortable."
Yan Sihai frowned
"You're so cold, why are you sweating?"
Chang Sheng touched his cheek and indeed found water droplets.
"This is not sweat, it should be water that turns into frost."
Yan Sihai found it even more strange that in such a short period of time, Chang Sheng's skin was actually covered with a layer of frost?
"I'm so wet."
Chang Sheng said and took off two coats.
Yan Sihai was horrified to find that Chang Sheng's sleeves were completely soaked.
"what happened?"
Chang Sheng himself was shocked.
Just after going out for a while, Chang Sheng didn't even notice that there was a layer of frost covering his entire body.
Yan Sihai couldn't help but look at himself and said doubtfully
"Your baby is in such bad shape that you are not as good as an old man like me."
Chang Sheng pouted and said coquettishly
"But I'm just cold."
The strong wind was beating against the house. In the wind and snow, on the endless snowfield, this small wooden house was like duckweed in the wind, as if it would fall apart at any time.
From time to time, cold wind penetrates into the house from the cracks in the wooden house. In fact, the temperature in this wooden house is not much better than outside.
"That girl Zhuang Xiuyu wears less clothes than you, why are you the only one who's cold?"
Yan Sihai looked at Chang Sheng with a half-smile.
Chang Sheng's mouth sank and he turned his head away, not wanting to talk to Yan Sihai.
"Okay, I'll go find Mobei."
Seeing that Chang Sheng was angry, Yan Sihai had to go find Mobei by himself. It happened that he was most familiar with the climate in the snow-capped mountains.
After Yan Sihai left, Chang Sheng turned around and muttered to himself.
"Strange, could it be the sequelae of San Gong?"
She herself was beginning to feel a little unconfident. Although she was spoiled, she was not so squeamish.
"Whoosh!"
On the snowy field, sharp arrows pierced through the wind and snow and shot towards Mo Bei's eyebrows.
Yan Sihai arrived and shouted anxiously when he saw what had happened.
"careful!"
But before he finished speaking, Mo Bei's whole person became void. In Yan Sihai's eyes, Mo Bei seemed to have disappeared!
"Whoosh!"
The sharp arrow passed through where Mo Bei was standing and disappeared into the depths of the wind and snow.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Bei's figure appeared in his original position again.
"Uncle Master!"
Zhuang Xiuyu's shout came from afar.
The next scene made Yan Sihai even more stunned. Mo Bei's figure trembled slightly, as if his body was blown away by the wind.
First, there was a distortion at the waist. Following the whistling of the wind and snow, there seemed to be a long swirling shadow at the waist of the figure, then the head, then the legs. Finally, in Yan Sihai's eyes, his figure actually changed. Be blurred and spread backward.
Finally, with a "wow" sound, Mo Bei's figure melted away and turned into the wind and snow!
“Follow the wind and move with the momentum.”
Mo Bei's voice seemed to come from the wind and snow, and go along with the wind and snow. It was gentle and calm, spreading to the entire snowfield, reaching everywhere and everywhere.
Then, a sharp breath suddenly appeared, like a steel knife cutting through the harmony here.
In the high sky covered by wind and snow, a black spot suddenly appeared.
The black spot quickly enlarged until Yan Sihai could see that it was a figure. After a while, Yan Sihai saw that it was Mo Bei.
"boom!"
Mo Bei's figure crashed into the snow, and Yan Sihai felt the ground shake. The snow loosened and seemed to become fluffy, rising to the sky.
In just a short moment, the rising snow seemed to have set up a vast, white, and looming screen on the periphery of Kunlun Mountain.
"Uncle Master, I saw you!"
A heavy arrow passed between the snow screens, easily piercing the fragile snow barriers, destroying all the wind and snow wherever it went, and Yan Sihai's vision suddenly became much clearer.
"boom!"
The heavy arrow hit Mo Bei directly with terrifying power.
That's right, in Yan Sihai's eyes, the arrow didn't look like it was shot at all, but rather like it was smashed out.
Wherever the heavy arrow landed, a huge arc-shaped snow barrier formed.
After a long time, the momentum dissipated, the wind and snow remained, and Mo Bei's figure stood quietly in the snow.
"Uncle Master!"
Zhuang Xiuyu's figure moves from far to near.
"How did I learn this Kunlun Throw?"
Zhuang Xiuyu cocked her head, raised her red bow proudly, and showed off to Mo Bei the arrow she just shot.
"good."
Mo Bei said lightly, and then turned his eyes to Yan Sihai.
"Hey, Grandpa Yan, why are you here?"
Zhuang Xiuyu followed Mo Bei's gaze and waved to Yan Sihai.
Yan Sihai gradually recovered from the shock and walked towards the two of them.
"What kind of skills have you learned? It's too scary."
"Uncle Master figured it out on his own, it must be amazing."
Zhuang Xiuyu winked playfully.
"What's the matter?"
Mo Bei still had the unfazed expression.
Only then did Yan Sihai remember that he was here to see Mo Bei.
"By the way, I was about to ask you, were there any of those Jianghu people in Kunlun who survived three years ago?"
Mo Bei's expression froze, as if he didn't expect him to ask this question, and then he shook his head.
"No."
Then, he hesitated for a while and then changed his words.
"No one survived, but someone came."
"you sure?"
Yan Sihai was doubtful.
Mo Bei nodded affirmatively.
"Kunlun's affairs cannot be hidden from me. A few days after the Battle of Heaven, a young man came and took some people with him."
"That young man's kung fu was good, but he was only good. I didn't pay much attention to it."
Yan Sihai said doubtfully
"Took some people away?"
Mo Bei nodded
"I didn't have time to deal with those dead charlatans. The young man took some away, which also saved me some effort. However, I don't know what he wanted to do."
"Do you remember that young man's appearance?"
Mo Bei shook his head
"I haven't seen him."
Yan Sihai was furious
"You haven't seen him, how do you know he is a young man and what he did?"
Mobei Road
"I said that Kunlun's affairs cannot be hidden from me. I have never met him, but I know he has been here and what he has done."
"it is true!"
Zhuang Xiuyu shouted
"I testify that every time I am lazy in practicing, my uncle will immediately find out."
Yan Sihai looked at the two of them as if they were ghosts.
"Are you asking about the corpse?"
Mo Bei said that Yan Sihai took away a corpse from Penglai that day. He was also curious, so he checked it out and happened to find out that the internal power flow in the corpse actually came from the lineage of the Sword God.
Combined with the question Yan Sihai asked at this moment, he naturally thought of the corpse.
Yan Sihai nodded
"If you are right, that young man is probably another survivor of the Kunlun Mountains."
"Wow!"
Yan Sihai was still thinking when he saw snowflakes rising and Mo Bei's hands waving, forming an extremely complicated handprint.
The wind and snow in the sky seemed to have stopped, Yan Sihai's eyes were covered with white spots, and the crystal snowflakes seemed to be held up in the air by something.
"The wind has stopped?"
Yan Sihai was horrified. For just a moment, the wind and snow in Kunlun became audible. The entire sky seemed to be dead, and it just stopped at this moment.
For an eternal moment, endless snowflakes are like white beads, dressing up the blue sky into a still picture.
