Three days later, a group of men and horses broke into the silent town in some confusion.

"The signal from the junior brother was sent here!"

An old Taoist leader holds a compass and constantly determines the direction.

"I didn't expect the wind and snow here to be so unique. Outside there is a violent snowstorm, and inside it is as silent as a forest. It's hateful, there are several brothers who are folded outside! However, this time, I am also grateful to the Taoist for coming to the rescue, otherwise even we and the others would have been thrown into the wilderness. ”

"The top priority is to find my junior brother first, and I hope you will help!"

"Please ask the Taoist to command!"

Several people immediately obeyed the arrangement of the old Taoist chief and began to look for people in the town separately.

The old Taoist pinched the magic trick and rushed towards the town.

Inside the wooden house, the trail is long and quiet!

The fragrance of the porridge constantly tempted his spleen and stomach. Just as he was about to ask, a porcelain bowl was handed to him.

"Drink!"

The old man leaned over and looked at him quietly.

Xiaodao Chang pondered for a moment and wanted to take the bowl, but his whole body was weak and he couldn't move a finger.

The old man silently raised his other hand, picked up the spoon, and fed the porridge to his mouth.

Xiaodao was stunned, and just as he wanted to thank him, a cold light suddenly shot from the window.

"Demons!"

"Senior brother, don't!"

However, he was a step too late, and before the words fell, the old man fell to the corner of the wall like a kite with a broken string, and blood spilled all over the ground.

"Alas, my brother misunderstood me. ”

Half an hour later.

"So, this old man is the key to saving my young lady?"

"Yes, he is the only living person in the entire Snow Town, and the wind and snow outside not only do not hurt him, but also protect him. Your young lady disappeared from the snowstorm, he must know why!"

"He's awake!"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the old man on the other bed, whose face was like gold, and woke up quietly!

"Tell me where my young lady is hidden!"

"Hurry up!" said the old man, who could wake up, opened his mouth with these three words.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, you old monster, or you'll ......"

Looking at the big man's raised hand, the little Taoist quickly stopped him, and then said slowly to the old man:

"Old man, do you know anything?"

"Take advantage of the dawn and run for your life!" the old man closed his eyes.

Seeing that the old man was lifeless, lying quietly and waiting for death, several people looked at each other.

"Old man, you also saw the wind and snow swept away the little girl, and we don't know anything about this place. If it weren't for your help, that little girl would have died for life. If you can ......"

"It's useless!" the old man muttered weakly.

"The old man has rescued him many times, thinking that he is merciful, and he is definitely different from the snow demon. If you don't want to help, can you tell me the origin of this snow demon?"

The old man closed his eyes and was silent.

Just when everyone was frowning and helpless, the old man opened his mouth unexpectedly.

"She's called Cunxue. I wrote a poem that year......"

……

"Green ants are freshly brewed with wine, and the red clay is a small stove.

If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a glass of nothing. ”

A bamboo window, a plum, and a green shirt. Wen Anzhou knelt in front of the window, slowly put down the pen, and gently blew the ink on the paper.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the newly blooming plum blossoms in the courtyard, the slightly gloomy sky, "This situation and this scene are in line with this poem! It's a pity that there is no good wine." ”

He sighed helplessly.

At this time, the voice of the academy handyman came from outside the door.

"Sir, the dean has returned from a visit and wants to see you. ”

"Okay, wait a minute!"

Wen Anzhou got up, straightened his clothes, and walked out.

At this time, a smear of white floated on the plum outside the window, swept over the branches, passed through the small window, and fell on the paper.

The ink word "snow" falls next to the snow, and the beauty in white sits in front of the window.

Her gaze fell on the small rice paper, dotted on the green bamboo pen, and finally condensed on the green shirt.

After a sound of footsteps drifting away, the door was pushed open from the outside in.

"Huh!"

The handyman looked puzzled, looking at the rice paper that had no wind but was slightly raised and falling.

When he got closer, it was a newly written poem, and his heart moved, and he reached out to take the poem in his arms.

Then he began to tidy up the house casually, and after a few moments cautiously exited the room.

A pair of beautiful eyes quietly took all this into their eyes, the cold wind moved, the curtain rustled, and the shadow disappeared in front of the window.

After Wen Anzhou visited the dean, he finally decided to teach at the college. With the lesson plan, I left the academy and returned home.

He crossed the forest path, passed by the downtown vendors, and walked into the small town of Castle Mountain.

At this time, a little wind and snow are coming.

"It's snowing!"

With a slight smile, he caught a snowflake and held it in his palm.

……

"And then?"

The firewood was refilled in the house, and everyone felt a little warmth, probably because of the night, the chill in the air skyrocketed.

"Later ......"

"Who!" the old Taoist looked out the window in an instant.

"She's coming!" the old man, or Wen Anzhou, sighed softly.

"I'll chase it!"

"Senior brother, beware. ”

The old Taoist is bold and bold, and he will chase him out in an instant.

At this time, Wen Anzhou, who was lying on the bed board, didn't know where he got the strength, and his hand like a withered branch tightly grasped the sleeve of the old Taoist.

"Don't hurt her!"

"Let go!"

"Can't!" Wen Anzhou was in a hurry, and even spurted out another mouthful of blood, which inadvertently stained the sleeves of the old Taoist chief.

"Okay! ”

"My senior brother will do what he says, and since he promised you, he will not hide it from you. The trail chief helped out on the side.

Wen Anzhou then let go of his sleeves.

As soon as the old Taoist left, everyone couldn't wait to ask Wen'anzhou.

"What happened next?"

The little Taoist has a hunch, and then he will probably be able to dig out the reason why this snow demon is evil, and then he will be able to know where this demon's fate is.

"Later ......"

……

"The door is open, if you feel cold, you can come in and take shelter from the snow. ”

Wen Anzhou said to the girl in white outside the door. It's just that the girl didn't say a word, but only stood quietly outside the courtyard, her eyes as clear as a clear stream.

He turned abruptly, entered the room, and turned back again, holding a half-worn oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

"It was I who was not thoughtful enough to invite you into the house. But if I borrow you an umbrella to shelter from the wind and snow, I should repay the girl for picking up the key. Please don't refuse!"

Saying that, Wen Anzhou shook the copper key in his hand and handed over the oil-paper umbrella to cover the girl from the wind and snow.

The girl looked at the key, looked at the umbrella, and finally looked at Mr. Tsing Yi on the other side.

The cold wind came suddenly, and the wind and snow covered the sight of Wen'an Prefecture. When I opened my eyes, I had lost the trace of the girl, leaving only a touch of coolness on my fingertips.

After the first snowfall, the girl borrowed an umbrella and did not return, but Wen'anzhou had no time to take care of it, so she was busy teaching in the academy.

It's just that, the town is full of wind and snow, like a girl's unpredictable temper, sometimes big and sometimes small.

Because of the snow in these days, the ocean is not stopped. There was a commotion in the academy, so a poetry meeting with the theme of snow was held.

This was an elegant thing, but it led to a dirty matter.

"Our Mr. Wen really stole a good poem! This poem has been circulated in the market for a long time, and now it has become yours, it is extremely shameless!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the hospital.