Just when Zhan Chen had nothing to do, he saw an ink painting hanging on a wall. It was a large-scale stretch of snow-capped mountains, majestic and vast. A bright moon hangs high on the top of the snow-capped mountain, sprinkling a piece of clear light, adding a bit of softness and brightness to the snow-capped mountain.

Accompanied by the bright moon was a line of wild geese, which lined up in a herringbone and quickly skimmed through the air, like a black lightning bolt in the night sky.

And just below them, where it seemed to be within reach, an old man stepped on the snow and went straight to the top of the snow-capped mountain, but he seemed to be attracted by the heroic appearance of the wild geese in the sky, and raised his head leisurely and looked up at them.

This painting is so full of charm that Zhan Chen was attracted by the scroll for a while, immersed in this quiet artistic conception, and his anxious mood was also eased, as if in the scorching heat of midsummer, he drank a bottle of iced plum juice and felt refreshed.

At this time, his attention was focused on a line of small characters on the right side of the scroll: on the night of the nineteenth day of the lunar month, he traveled to the snow mountain at night, and suddenly met a line of wild geese over the top, and he felt something.

The following is the inscription and date of the Hanshan Daoist.

This is the true work of a strong man who entered the Tao, in which the artistic conception is eternal and profound, can soothe people's hearts, and the last four words "give to the destined person" is not what I said? Could it be that the Hanshan Taoist had already calculated before his death that his mausoleum would be patronized by someone in the future? No matter what, I have to collect it and carefully observe and understand it after I go back. ”

While thinking about it, Zhan Chen carefully put away the "Feihong Reflecting Snow Picture" and put it in his Qiankun bag, but when he raised his head again and looked at the wall where the painting was hung, he was stunned. It turned out that there was a little mechanism on it! It had been obscured by the painting, so that I didn't notice it.

"This must be the mechanism to escape!" Seeing this, Zhan Chen's heart was excited, and he hurriedly pressed it.

Boom, a dull sound sounded in the room, Zhan Chen hurriedly began to look for the source of the sound, but saw that the bookshelf on the side began to move slowly, and a black secret passage appeared in front of his eyes.

A fine light flashed in Zhan Chen's eyes, and he quickly sank into the secret passage, and as he entered, the bookshelf rumbled back to its original position, and the room seemed to return to its previous calm.

After passing through the dark and long secret passage, Zhan Chen finally came to the end of the road, which had been blocked by a thick layer of ice.

However, no matter how thick the ice was, how could it be against the flames in Zhan Chen's chest, at this time, he was full of pride, and he unleashed the strongest blow, stabbing on the solid ice, only to hear the sound of cracking, and countless cracks on the solid ice spread along the tip of the sword, and finally shattered, just forming a large hole that could accommodate one person to pass through.

The sun, cool breeze and fresh air rushed in and sprinkled on Zhan Chen's body, seemingly injecting a new life into his already decaying body.

He rushed out happily, galloping happily above the snow, and rushed to the top of a snowy mountain, where he fell to the ground and looked up at the blue sky.

Today's snow-capped mountains are surprisingly gentle, there is no sharp cold wind, only the warm sunshine, Zhan Chen's mood is also unprecedentedly quiet, and he sighs silently in his heart: "It's been a long time since I've been so relaxed, all along, I've been struggling in the whirlpool of struggle, struggling in a difficult and desperate situation, and my brain is packed every day, as if I can't breathe." ”

"And today, I lie here, but I seem to have forgotten all the sorrows, troubles, anguish, plans, hatreds, contradictions, feelings, missions, and so on, a feeling of emptiness, and it's good to be empty, and it's good to be empty, and it's good to be so occasionally......"

Thinking about it, Zhan Chen's eyes slowly closed, as if he was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, a bright and high-pitched cry shot from a distance, and Zhan Chen suddenly opened his eyes, seeing that it was indeed a line of wild geese flying in front of his eyes.

It is indescribable that they are light and vigorous, as if a strong wind is blowing around him, and as if a meteor is crossing the sky, and when he reacts, he can only catch a glimpse of the back, and when he wants to look closely, he only sees a line of black dots in the field of vision, like an ellipsis, and finally disappears completely.

Hong Yan, a seventh-order wind-attribute demon beast, is petite, but it is known for its speed, and often even some eighth-order demon beasts can't catch up with it.

Zhan Chen passed by them by chance, and a unique feeling and perception arose, which made him think of the "Feihong Reflecting Snow Picture" again.

"That picture is not simple!" Zhan Chen got up with a carp straightening up, he was anxious to find a secluded place to have a good understanding of the true works of the Hanshan Daoist.

Zhan Chen hurriedly faced south, he didn't know the way back, but he knew that the Northern Cold City was in the south, as long as he kept moving towards the south, he would return to the Northern Cold City one day.

After climbing a few mountains and crossing a few ditches, Zhan Chen finally found a small mountain village when it was getting late.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly walked into the village, but what he saw was a depressed scene, and the hundreds of houses in the village were dilapidated and unpopulated, but the scale of the village could be seen from its former liveliness.

The villagers walking on the trail were listless and sad, they were very frightened when they saw Zhan Chen, and they turned around and fled.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Chen couldn't help but wonder, he didn't look like a bad guy no matter how he looked, what were these people afraid of?

At this time, an old man was too frightened, and he fell to the ground without stepping steadily, Zhan Chen hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, but saw that the old man's face was terrified, and his whole body was coveted, and he shouted: "The Holy Envoy spares his life!

Zhan Chen felt even more strange and asked, "Uncle, what do you call me?" I don't understand what you're talking about, what do you mean by calling me a holy envoy?"

"Lord Hui Holy Envoy, my name is Wu Gui, aren't you the Holy Envoy of the Demon Luo Sect?"

Zhan Chen was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the clothes of the inner disciples of the Demon Luo Sect on his body, and he understood that these people were afraid of the Demon Luo Sect.

In order to reassure him, Zhan Chen softened his tone a little more, and said, "Wugui, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I'm just lost and want to find a place to stay." ”

When Wu Gui heard him say this, he finally felt a little relieved, and said: "Lord Holy Envoy, you really don't look like those Holy Envoys in the past, so if you don't feel ugly, just rest in the old man's house." ”

"Then there's work. ”

So Zhan Chen followed this noble to his home, which was a courtyard house with eight rooms, but now it seemed very deserted.

Seeing that her grandfather was back, a half-old girl ran out, but when she saw Zhan Chen standing opposite, she was frightened and hurriedly hid behind Wu Gui.

Wu Gui persuaded: "Niuniu, don't worry, this Holy Envoy Senior is not a wicked person. ”

But the little girl just didn't listen, just hugged Wu Gui's legs, Wu Gui showed a helpless look, and hurriedly said to Zhan Chen: "Lord Holy Envoy, don't blame you, the little girl is not sensible, I will live in one room with Niuniu, and the other rooms will be left to the Holy Envoy." ”

Zhan Chen was stunned for a moment and asked, "No one lives in these houses?"

"Yes, it was originally inhabited. ”

"What the hell is going on?"

Wu Gui listened to Zhan Chen's question, but he stopped talking.

"But it doesn't matter, I'm an ordinary martial artist, not as vicious as those demon cultivators!" Zhan Chen seemed to understand his scruples.

"Alright then, Holy Envoy, I'll tell you, these rooms were originally occupied, and when the cult ruled earlier, our situation was not bad, and we could barely survive. ”

"I didn't know that there was a war here later, and my sons, including Niuniu's father and mother, were all arrested, and I still don't know my whereabouts, I'm afraid it's ......" Speaking of this, the old man's eyes burst into tears, and his voice began to choke, but he couldn't spit out the following word.

Zhan Chen also felt that there was some spiciness, and sighed hurriedly: "Old man, you don't need to say it. ”

After listening to Wu Gui's story, he always felt that something in his heart had become more determined.

At night, Zhan Chen sat alone in the house, and once again took out the "Feihong Reflecting the Snow Picture" to observe, the brushwork of the Hanshan Taoist people was superb, the whole picture looked majestic in large places, and soft in small places, and the combination of yin and yang seemed to be in line with the way of Tai Chi.

Looking at it, Zhan Chen became more and more fascinated, he seemed to feel that the Hanshan Daoist in the painting began to move, yes, he was indeed moving!

I saw that he began to take a mysterious footwork under his feet, and then his whole body began to blur, turning into a phantom and swooping away from the mountain like a mountain.

Suddenly, Zhan Chen only felt a huge suction force coming from the painting, dragging his entire soul into the painting, and at this time he seemed to have become a person from the Cold Mountain Dao, stepping on his footwork and galloping on the snow.

Feihong reflects the snow step, the air sinks into the dantian, the body is like a soft willow, the step is like a breeze, volleys without touching the ground, practice to the fullest, and there is no trace of the snow......

Sections of mental methods naturally poured out of his heart, as if he knew this set of footwork, his steps rhythmically crossed the snow, and the true yuan of his body also naturally flowed in the meridians, and there was a slight pause at first, but the more he came later, the more smooth it became, and finally his body seemed to turn into a wild goose, gliding happily on the snow.

Indulging in the beautiful scenery and running to his heart's content, Zhan Chen seemed to forget that he was stepping on footwork, and footwork gradually turned into an instinct for him.

I don't know how long it took, Zhan Chen suddenly woke up, the window was already white, and then I looked at the painting or the painting, the house was still the same room, everything seemed to be just a dream of Nan Ke, what snowy mountains, moonlit nights, wild geese, and the magical footwork were also nothing.

But the strange thing is that that mental method has been firmly rooted in his heart, and that set of footwork seems to have turned into an instinct, and he can be sure that if he goes out immediately, he will immediately be able to use the set of footwork he saw in "Feihong Yingxue Tu" just now.

"Feihong Yingxue Step! This must be a set of footwork above the heavenly steps! I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, just one picture and one night, let me completely master it!" At this time, Zhan Chen's heartbeat was accelerating, his blood was boiling, and his admiration for the people of Hanshan Dao had also reached the extreme.