The bricks and tiles of the eaves are blown by the wind.

Ning Yi returned to the house, he stood silently in front of the girl's pavilion, and did not push the door in.

Afraid of disturbing the girl's dream, she stood quietly for a while.

The wind was a bit noisy.

Ning Yi didn't feel sleepy at all, and after Luoshi Lake and Ye Hongfu separated, his mind couldn't calm down.

Scene by scene, frame by frame, all switch in the mind, freeze frame.

Sit and forget every word Chen Yi said on the mountain.

Every word turns into a little spark, burning little by little.

He seems to see the near future...... Or is it just right in front of you, a fire that is about to be staged, but where did this fire come from?

Is it a little bit of Mars yourself?

The mountain scroll in the heart lake unfolded majestically, and the starlight of the surrounding three or four mountains was absorbed.

"Whoa—"

Some Daoist cultivators who had not slept late at night and were still practicing frowned at this moment, the aura and starlight around them seemed to have been plundered away and uncontrolled, and the abundance of the aura of Luojia Mountain gathered like a stream in the night sky...... They all rushed towards Ning Yi's mountain.

Courtyard on the hill.

Ning Yi let out a long breath and came to the courtyard, where there was a sycamore, the leaves had fallen, and the surface of the smooth trunk seemed to be waxed.

"Bang".

Draw your sword and unsheath it.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the fine snow that had broken a little notch...... With the sharpness of fine snow, breaking a crack did destroy the perfection of the entire sword, but it was actually no big deal.

He grabbed the scabbard with his backhand, and his robe swept up.

"Stab" sound.

The fine snow is back in the sheath.

The huge sycamore, where the waist was connected, emitted a fine tremor, and this tremor was so slight and small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Immediately after, Wutong trembled obliquely, and the entire body of the tree was cut in half by the sword qi, and the upper body was about to slide.

Ning Yi raised one hand, and the majestic starlight gathered in his palm, and he gently pressed his palm against the body of the plane tree, and did not push down the ancient tree with force...... Instead, it kept it stable and stood tall, and used the starlight it absorbed to nourish the meridians of the tree body that had been cut off by the sword qi.

At the place of the fracture, the starlight swings along the annual rings one by one.

After a few breaths, Ning Yi let go of his palm.

The speed of the fine snow sword qi is enough to make "Wutong painless"...... If this sword falls on a cultivator, it should be able to kill it as well.

Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows, his expression was still a little dignified.

Kill above.

He has a vajra physique, the sword-wielder's top-level divine soul visualization technique, and the "child" left to him by the ancestor of the West Sea, no matter which one is enough to kill vertically and horizontally, and there is no need for fine snow at all.

But I want to kill the following.

This gap in fine snow will be magnified.

What if this sword of his own was slashed at a monk at the peak of the Ten Realms? What if the other party had Donkey Kong physique?

Ning Yi rubbed his fingers on the hilt of the sword, he looked at the "fine snow" that accompanied him throughout his cultivation journey, and suddenly a not very stable thought was born in his heart, like some kind of ominous sign, warning himself in the dark......

Just like Ye Hongfu said, the lack of fine snow is a big problem that cannot be ignored and is very important.

......

......

The breeze blew and blew on the paper window, and there was no sound.

The house was peaceful.

The woman lying on the bed, half-covered with a futon, took off her green clothes, and the cloth shirt hung next to the bed, folded neatly, because of the cold air of the Snow Demon Lord...... So her face is still a little pale.

The girl's weak body was curled up, her arms were wrapped, and she was hugged to her chest, and the whole person was like a porcelain doll.

After taking the "Golden Pill" of Shushan and the "Red Beard" of Daoist Zixiao Palace, most of the cold in her body has been cleared.

Now only a few small remnants remain, flowing in the meridians.

The sword in the center of the eyebrows, like a big red date, glows with a faint and lush brilliance, Ning Yi used the mountain scroll to draw the starlight from several surrounding mountains, and they were all sent here silently at this moment...... The curtain of the bed in the pavilion swayed gently, and the soft starlight aura was absorbed by the sword.

This "sword treasure" is the only thing that Master Pei Min left to his daughter.

Wisps of starlight spread all over the body.

Pei Fu's fingers and limbs were still cold, but the heat was rolling through, and there would be a moment of warmth.

She felt like she had gone back to the snowfall in West Ridge many years ago.

Before meeting Ning Yi.

She was placed in the Buddha shrine with only a Luojia token on her body...... That token had the blood and cultivation of the old mountain lord of Luojia on it, giving himself a warm shelter, but that warmth did not last long.

In those short dozens of hours, dozens of hours of lying in the temple and being blown by the wind, snow and cold air...... There is no Xu Zang, and there is no Ning Yi.

It was the most helpless time of her life.

The girl who fell asleep, her brows furrowed, as if she had returned to that moment.

Her forehead was hot, and as soon as she stepped into the primordial realm, the cultivator's physique would be instilled with starlight...... Mortals' sickness and suffering will go away, and if they embark on the path of cultivation and seek eternal life, if they are sick, then their physical condition is very bad.

The girl's physical condition is very bad at the moment...... Jin Dan and Red Whisker, except for most of the cold, there is still the last trace of it, which remains deep in the bone marrow and is difficult to dissolve.

Zhou You underestimated the Snow Demon Lord, and also underestimated the viciousness of the spells of the Three Calamities in the Eastern Realm.

In the attic in the dead of night.

The girl clutched the corners of the quilt tightly with both hands, pinching out deep folds.

Consciousness wanders.

She saw the General's Mansion with heavy snowfall.

He heard his father's voice.

During the six months of retreat, I was struggling to find the secret in the sword hide, and that ethereal voice would always appear.

But I can't always catch it.

At this moment, in the nightmare, the voice seemed to be no longer blurred, and became clearer.

"And half of the sword is hidden ......"

"Right in ......"

"Clothed mound. ”

Cenotaph...... What a well-dressed mound......

The girl's consciousness in the midst of a high fever seemed to capture two extremely important words.

Half of the sword is hidden...... It's in the mound of clothes.

Everyone, including Xu Zang, thought that the great general Pei Min had nothing and did not bring any weapons in the battle of the bloody night of Tiandu, but in fact this was not the case...... He only brought a sword.

Pei Min's sword collection, half of the treasure of the world's ancient swords and swords, the rank from low to high like flowing water, endless columns, his "sword finger killing" technique is unparalleled in the world, as soon as the sword tide is overwhelming, countless sword qi chiseled the earth, can be one person to attack the city and plunder the land.

The other half...... The half that was never known to the world.

Only used to hide a sword.

Anyone who has ever seen this sword unsheathed...... All dead.

Except for one person.

The man in the palace who was about to take his final step.

This extremely important news was buried deep by him...... No one told anyone, even the most trusted disciple Xu Zang didn't know.

He left half of his daughter's sword to protect her for the rest of her life.

In Rakshasa City, in Yangping Cave Heaven, Lord Pei Min's residual sword qi and images have appeared several times...... If you choose to live your life plainly, then this half of the sword collection is enough.

If the girl made another choice.

If her daughter insists on choosing to follow her own old path...... Then the other half of the sword hiding he left behind, the ancient sword that should have fallen forever and buried deep in the ground forever, still has a chance to show its edge.

The wind is swaying.

The middle-aged man in the red shirt, carrying the ancient sword scabbard, slowly condensed on the bed, he was just a thought condensed by a ray of starlight...... There is no substance, and it cannot be touched.

He just watched his daughter quietly.

The second layer of the secret of the sword is opened.

He should have expected it a long time ago...... How can her daughter be willing to be ordinary.

Even if his head is bleeding, he will definitely pick up his sword.

Maybe one day, he will become a sword cultivator who is more powerful than himself.

That's his Pei Min's daughter!

The general's eyebrows were as good as ever, and there was an imperceptible pride in his pupils.

The curled up girl on the bed, there was a surging heat flow in her eyebrows, and after the second layer of sword hiding was unlocked, her sword qi realm unconsciously climbed to a higher level...... The wisps of cold that the Snow Demon Lord couldn't dissipate, relying on foreign objects to crack it slowly after all, at this moment, it was like solid ice meeting fire, and it disappeared in an instant.

Curled up, little by little.

There were two more lines of tears in the corners of Pei Fu's eyes.

Her tightly knit brow gradually relaxed, less painful.

In the dream, the snow is gone.

Step back in time.

She saw the General's Mansion in her childhood, and saw the flowers in front of the door blooming, countless withered leaves flowing back, and the withered trunks becoming thick and fruitful again.

In the spring of that year, a banquet was held at the General's Mansion.

The lady hugged the little girl with pigtails.

Qianqijun stroked the piano and sang, his expression was gentle and tranquil.

The sound is ethereal and ethereal.

Go to the deepest part of your heart.

Shen Yuanjun, who had a mink tail tied to his forehead, held a small wave drum, smiling, and beating the beat.

Even Yin Rou, who was the most sharp, softened her eyebrows and eyes at this moment, leaning against the trunk of the tree with her arms around her arms, holding her ancient sword, and gently stepping on the ground with the soles of her feet.

In the open space before the feast.

The general danced with an ancient sword in his hand, the sword aura was like a rainbow, and the sound of the piano was delayed, and the sword light in the mansion overlapped like a dream.

The young Xu Zang, dressed in a green shirt and with a heroic face, stood up from his seat, picked up a branch, had a plank and an eye, clumsy and carefully studied the master's moves.

Everyone laughed.

This is the warmest and warmest picture in the mind of a young and ignorant little girl.

This scene will not be forgotten for another ten or a hundred years.

The corners of Pei Fu's eyes moistened.

The girl on the bed subconsciously loosened the futon.

She muttered, "Daddy...... I miss you. ”

The middle-aged man in red shirt standing next to the bed was stunned.

He couldn't help but crouch down and look at the girl's face.

A hand gently stroked down, but penetrated the cheek.

Pei Min smiled and said gently.

"Daddy has always been there. ”