In these times, Mo Chenxiao quietly returned to the Black Mist Mountain Range, with the transformation to the late stage, the time can already be estimated, about a month later, there will be people out of the cocoon, not all of them, but a very small number of people, two months later, can break out of the cocoon, about thirty percent of the people, if you want to break out of the cocoon, he can't estimate, because there are some of them, there is no slightest sign, there is a large cocoon that is more than twenty meters high, that big cocoon, should be a powerful beast in the Black Mist Mountain Range, shrouded by the demon altar, transformed。

There are also several large cocoons, all of which are extremely tall.

Xiaoya has made rapid progress, and now she is at the level of a second-order martial artist, but he has one ability, that is, attributes, she can condense the surrounding air and form ice flowers, although it is still very weak, but it is already a good phenomenon, and when her cultivation breaks through a few more times, between raising her hand, it is snowflakes fluttering.

Her icy bloodline, after experiencing the initial boiling, had gradually cooled down, and when her cultivation was strengthened step by step, it was stimulated step by step, and it complemented each other.

These days, Mo Chenxiao has lived a very leisurely life, with a fairy-like little girl dancing beside him, a picturesque willow painting stroking the piano beside him, a petite and tender green hair flying, and a pretty and lovely ancient poem every day sweet and greasy love, his life has finally added a tenderness, so that his withered heart is revived like a spring bud.

He doesn't want to touch the hideous, he just wants to keep this gentleness, this sweetness.

During this time, he gave up all martial arts practice, and was just reading some stories, occasionally telling them to them.

Su Shaoliu's story makes people move and mourn.

Far away from the crowds, accompanied by the snow of Yuxue Mountain, the appearance of the piano every day, the appearance of white clothes, made him unexpected, but did not affect his state of mind, he still stroked the piano every day, the ignorant girl, still lying beside him like a white fox, quietly listening to him play.

He didn't refute that posture, because she was used to the white fox's way of acting, and she had lost her fur, and she didn't have an inch, just lying on the snow like that, and under the heavy snow, he only played the piano, and occasionally glanced at it, and when he looked at it, she would curl up a little shyly, which was the natural reaction of the white fox, not that the girl was really shy.

Day after day, year after year, the petite white fox gradually understood a lot of things, such as clothes, such as shame, and she remembered a lot of the past, day and night, day and night......

At the moment when she understood, she was simply embarrassed, but Su Shaoliu's eyes did not fluctuate more, perhaps, whether she was a white fox or a human, there was really no difference.

In that year, Su Shaoliu named her Baisheng, and with her name, she was excited for several days and shouted loudly, but Su Shaoliu really rarely communicated, and maybe in a few months, the two would have such a one-sentence exchange.

Yuxue Mountain, which few people have set foot in, welcomed uninvited guests that year, they hunted white foxes, hunted snow bears, and the white-clothed people were not spared, she was very sad, crying and looking for him to talk.

Maybe it's ruthless, maybe it's indifferent, his heart is really like a stubborn stone, he didn't say a word, but the tone on the piano was quite sad.

She read his piano, she cried, just crying, that day, she didn't appear, he didn't care, that year, she didn't appear, he didn't care, that day, he suddenly thought about the ignorant girl, his heart, it seemed to fluctuate.

He thought about it, wondered why she didn't show up, was it because her family died?

Or is she going for revenge?

He didn't think there would be such a possibility, those people, although he hadn't seen them, but through the Qin Realm sense, when those people stepped into the Jade Snow Mountain, he knew that those people were all a little martial arts cultivation, just with her weakness, how could she take revenge?

If not, what if you don't take revenge?

He doesn't understand.

Perhaps, in this world, there is nothing he understands.

This reflection is three months.

He went down the mountain, and the small building on the mountain was swept by the wind and snow, but it could not drown the small building, and it seemed that it had not moved for eternity, and it had always been the same, as it was when it was first built.

He carried a long piano on his back, his clothes were like snow, his head was full of black hair, his resolute eyes, and his tall body stood proudly in the world.

He came to the village near Yuxue Mountain to inquire if he had seen a little girl, she was dressed in white and very beautiful.

The young man didn't know, he had never seen such a person, and the older man teased, "The person you said, I have lived here for more than 40 years, and I have only seen it once more than 30 years ago, and that life is extremely beautiful, very beautiful, I was ten years old, I only saw her once, and I will never forget it." ”

Is white beautiful?

He didn't know, maybe it was because of the different standards for judging beauty and ugliness in his heart, he thought that the white dress was very flawless, like her fur, like her name.

The man's memory was indeed profound, and he drew the figure of the girl, who came from a distance, dragging her long white clothes, which were already covered with mud, and her eyes were red with tears, and she walked through the village.

Su Shaoliu was stunned, this was the girl he was looking for.

Thirty years, a long time, so long?

He left the village and walked into the reckless red dust again.

In the past, he was stunning and unparalleled in the world, but now he is like a blank piece of paper, with a girl kissing him on the face, he is indifferent, and he has nothing to do with beauty or ugliness.

Someone wanted to take his piano in exchange for money, but there was naturally a wave of fluctuation on the piano, which repelled all those who dared to covet it.

Someone tried to tear his white clothes to shreds, but the white clothes on his body were like pure gold, and he couldn't even pull them.

Gradually, he became famous, and more and more people came, all trying to get his attention, and in this world, there were very few people who could recognize him, so no one recognized him.

In this way, the red dust has been turned over for many years, and his white clothes have been blinded by the dust of his heart, and he has finally been contaminated with dust.

Far away in the realm of snow spirits, at the extremes of heaven and earth, a female demon so powerful that she made the world tremble, her heart throbbed, because she felt a strange breath, this breath, made her dependent, but also made her uncomfortable.

He has traveled all over the red dust, and the thoughts in his heart have never changed, perhaps, before he met her, whether it is ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years, his heart will be difficult to produce new fluctuations.

On this day, the strings sounded to themselves, and he seemed to wake up.

Because he felt it, a breath that made him pursue, the breath of the long years, looming ahead.

His body, as if he had forgotten the distance, appeared in front of her just like that.

The light of the scene seems to be eternal.

Then, he turned around, but she didn't follow, her expression seemed to be extremely complicated, her mood fluctuated, he felt it, he stopped, a conversation after nearly a hundred years.

"You're upset. ”

Heart, is it messed up?

He's still him, the spotless, white man.

What about her?

What a tragic fate a weak woman will face when she comes to the world.

She struggled through the line of death, struggled through countless humiliations and tortures, he survived, awakened, awakened in darkness and humiliation.

Since then, there has been one less pure and kind girl in the world, and one more female demon.

She has killed, killed until she was soft, and killed until the world was sad.

She cried, cried heartbreakingly, cried all things sad.

She has come a long way, has suffered all the hardships in the world, and tasted all the pains in the world.

She's tired, she's old.

She's self-contained.

But she never dared to recall the past, never dared to face the past, and never thought of returning to that small building.

But he came, is this a catastrophe?

Let her already dusty heart fall into the red dust again.

She had missed that figure countless times, longed to meet, longed to return to the beginning, but she was deeply confused in the red dust, into the catastrophe of resentment, she desperately broke free, struggled, and finally chose to seal herself in the dust, buried in the earth forever, until old age and death.

But now, he came and appeared in front of her.

It wasn't until he continued to walk forward that she followed quietly, as ignorant as she had been at first.

It's just that now she is a heart that has been precipitated by endless darkness, and that heart-pounding ignorance will become a boundless nightmare with a little touch.

His heart gradually swept away the dust of his heart, stepping on the distant hometown of the snow country, like a mirror without waves.

The snow was long, and they walked like that, night after night, month after month.

In the distant polar regions, towering snow countries, pedestrians walking past them in twos and threes will be quite surprised to take a look at this man and woman.

Until that day, the snow disappeared, and all that greeted me was yellow and dry.

This is the land bordering the snow country, because of the influence of the weather, the grass and trees are difficult to grow, and when the weather is cold, it will also be covered with heavy snow, but in such weather, they are just yellow and dry.

It is the earth that is yellow, and the air that is dry.

Walking through the spring and autumn, through the four seasons, and walking for an unknown time, they shuttled through the bustling downtown but their hearts could not see the prosperity, and the prosperous world was blocked by their mood.

Until he saw the color of blood and killing, he raised his finger, the heavens and the earth were turbulent, and his eyes were full of sword light, which stirred up the clouds in the sky, and all the killing disappeared like bubbles, and there was no trace of blood on the ground, like a land that had dried up for a long time.

This sword shocked all living beings.

Since then, the turmoil has been continuous.

The female demon has also been recognized, although after decades, the original generation is old, but there are still some powerful organizations, and some old people can still come out to move.

The female demon reappeared, and she followed behind a man, walking cautiously, this scene made too many people's brains move.

Someone tried to recruit Su Shaoliu, but he just walked, as if all the voices of the outside world were gone.

Day after day, year after year, some organizations persevered, some organizations simply followed, and they wanted to see, what did this man want to do?

The world is so vast, how long it will take to walk back to Yuxue Mountain from the polar regions, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know, he just walks.

It took him a little time to find her after stepping into the snow, and now how long will it take to return?