(Xiao Yi thanked Qi Yicai, the moonlight of the first snow, the 39 of the non-idle, bpf2, and the tips of the light pants.) ）

Body:

Hunger, cold, pain.

In the endless darkness, the five senses are both far and near.

It seems to be in a heavy shackle, carrying a thousand pounds of iron ropes, so heavy that people can't breathe, can't open their eyes, can't get up.

The sky is spinning, and the qiē around him is so ethereal and distant.

The man lying quietly in the snow struggled and moved his fingers.

I faintly heard the whistling of the wind, and the sound of the wind, as if it were nothing...... The sound of the flute?

My heart suddenly calmed down in an instant, and I was stunned.

The senses of the body slowly woke up, and the breath of wind and snow came to the face.

The touch under the head and neck is soft and delicate, with a shallow temperature, so quiet and peaceful.

He raised his hand and touched the person next to him.

When my fingers touched the coldness and softness of the fine snow and fox velvet, my five senses suddenly woke up.

The desolate sound of the flute echoed in my ears. Deep silence, silent and resolute.

He could feel the decisive but empty, quiet and silent heart of the person who played the flute, constantly turning the Yuan Force into the sound of the flute, like an invisible wave of qi scattered with the ups and downs of Xiao Qu.

It was as if he had drawn a big circle with sound, firmly encircled the worries and thoughts in his heart in this circle, and then kept it without saying a word.

It is protection, responsibility, and righteousness.

But the pitch is low.

Hundreds of twists and turns, quiet like a complaint, those tones that are constantly rising and falling, falling like sighs, are connected into a song...... It is completely out of line with the player's state of mind.

Suddenly, my heart was sad and sad, desolate and painful.

I seem to be familiar with this song, and I mourn silently between my eyes, and the corners of my eyes are wet for some reason.

For a moment, it seemed that he was playing the flute, Tsing Yi stood in the distance, and the wind swept away.

The quiet sound of the flute is like a complaint, and the flow is like a heartbeat.

The whole world suddenly fell silent and noisy......

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy.

Tears rolled out of his eyes and slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Yun Xiao woke up with a headache in his heart, clutching his chest.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw the bright moon like a hook, hanging quietly above me, far away, hazy and cold.

The wind and snow are also not far away, not close, whistling by, but not close.

The haunting sound of the flute still persists.

The young man's eyes widened and he saw the green silk snow hair brushing his face. The vast wind and snow were cut off by something ten steps away, whistling and chilling, but I couldn't feel the stinging pain and bone-chilling pain it slapped on my face and body.

For a moment, I don't know what time it is, where I am, or what I'm going through.

The next moment, I woke up suddenly.

The night is dark and windy, and the cold moon is cold.

Master?!

The fox hat has been lifted, the green silk is covered with snow, and the tail of the flickering hair is knotted with slender ice edges. The woman, dressed in white, sat on her side in the snow and held the boy's head on top of her legs. The snow-colored long curls had long since faded and covered the boy's body.

The thin white clothes fluttered and flew under the power of Xiao Yuyuan, like a fluttering white butterfly. Almost melted under the moon, in this snow.

Within ten steps, the wind and snow are not bullied.

The boy was stunned and reached out to take the woman's hand.

Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. The woman's eyes were lightly closed, and she played the flute calmly, and her face was calm.

The pale face reflected the cold moonlight, and the young man felt distressed.

"Master......" called out dumbly, and Yun Xiao touched her hand, laboriously drawing lightly on the back of her hand.

One horizontal, one vertical, one horizontal and one vertical.

I want to tell her that I'm awake, I want her to look down at herself.

However, the woman remained motionless, always quietly looking into the darkness in the distance, silently blowing the flute.

Only the fingers curled up and down stiffly, and clicked on the jade flute from time to time.

"Master?!" Yun Xiao Mo was sad, and he struggled to get up, holding one hand in the snow and the other stroking her cheek, his eyes were hot, and he was in pain.

He hugged her tightly. He buried his head in the side of the woman's neck and cried helplessly.

The clothes agitated even more violently, sassy like the wind, and he could feel the heart beating gently under the woman's cold body.

Sometimes quiet, sometimes crazy. Messy - chaotic and noisy.

The Yuan Force in the body has already turned into cold force and collided with the meridians, how can such a strong Yuan Force be turned into the sound of the flute to isolate the wind and snow? If the strong reversal of the meridians to dissipate the cold force and turn it into the Yuan Force, it is necessary that the meridians will be rolled over by the cold force inch by inch.

It is like the most sensitive and delicate nerve in the human body, bearing endless cone and axe.

The thin and slender body was so cold and stiff, and the young man hugged her, Huo Ran's heart ached. Knowing that she was numb from pain, she couldn't even tremble.

Shallow ripples rippled in the sound of the flute...... Silently comforted, pitiful and pleased.

The people in Tsing Yi suddenly wanted to protect her for the rest of their lives so strongly.

Let the years be quiet and old, and I will be safe for a lifetime.

Tears poured out, and it was hard to stop. He hugged her, imagining that there were only the two of them left in the world, and they would be close to each other from then on, and it would be difficult to let go.

Duanmu's eyes were lightly closed, his whole body was covered with a thin layer of light frost under the cold force, his long eyelashes trembled very slightly, and fine ice crystals fell from his eyelashes.

Yun Xiao didn't know that he was dying for a lifetime, and was rescued by Duanmu Qiang's self-urging Yuan Xing Needle.

Seeing the blood gushing from the woman's lips, he reached out to shake the woman's hand, and he wanted to interrupt her flute no matter what......

A manic roar rang out behind him.

The young man was startled, and when he turned around, he saw a majestic snow leopard ten paces away, looking at the two of them from a distance and not close, stamping his claws and teeth from time to time, and his eyes were full of cold light.

There was a hara in his mouth that flowed down between his teeth.

The sound of the woman's flute continued, and the snow leopard could not get close at ten paces, pacing back and forth furiously over and over again, trying to pounce several times, but after stepping ten steps, he screamed and retreated.

Smelling the sound of the flute for a long time, the beast's breath was clearly messy, and there were bloodshot oozing from both ears, but he still refused to leave, and the cold beast eyes stared at the two of them tightly.

It's not just the wind and snow, the master is using the sound of the flute to resist the snow leopard?!

The young man suddenly woke up, and with a grim face, he reached out and grabbed the frost sword at his feet.

Snow slid off his body.

With a slight force in his palm, his right arm hurt like a bruise.

The frost sword fell with a muffled sound, and the five fingers trembled unstoppably, and he couldn't hold the sword at all.

Looking down, my left wrist and right arm have been carefully bandaged, which should have been drugged, slightly itchy, trembling and hot, and weighing as much as a thousand catties.

The dantian was empty and weak, and when his breath was short, a black light appeared in front of him.

The man in Tsing Yi struggled to stand up, but again and again he fell to his knees in the snow, his knees trembling and unconscious.

Even if there is no cold wind, in the deep mountains and snowy mountains, the cold is still bone-chilling.

When the snow leopard saw the young man's actions, he suddenly became even more furious, and wanted to pounce again and again.

Yun Xiao held his sword in the snow, blocking in front of the woman, trying to get up.

But he was already extremely weak, and he woke up with the needle of water, his heart failed and his pulse was exhausted, and how could he have any spare strength in his body?

The snow leopard a few steps away let out a long roar and pounced on it again, its sharp teeth biting straight at the boy in the snow.

The ground shook slightly. The woman's flute voice was cold, and her clothes were even more agitated.

The restless snow leopard suddenly whined in mid-air and fell back to the ground.

More blood poured out of the woman's lips.

She sat on the ground with her eyes closed, her face still calm, calm and distant, silent and gloomy.

The young man in Tsing Yi glanced at her sideways, and suddenly shook in the snow, his hands and feet as if they were frozen.

Such an awe-inspiring, resolute and silent temperament.

The strong wind blew the snow hair, the green silk danced wildly, and the blood at the corners of the mouth continued to overflow and drip, dyeing the red and white clothes.

However, the complexion is immovable, it is quiet, it is light, it is dustless snow, and it is a mountain that stands tall......

So resolute, and so awe-inspiring.

Taken in its strength, in its shape, in its momentum, do not dare to take a step forward.

This is his master, this is the descendant of Qingyun Jian, the Qingyun Sect Master Duanmu Xiaoxian.

It was as if he had seen this thin, weak, quiet woman for the first time...... The heart lake is agitated, uncontrollably surging, surging like waves.

Not an ordinary woman.

She is the Qingyun Sect Master who is respected by the people of the world, and she is inspired by the apocalypse, foreshadowing, knowing feelings, and knowing disasters...... Mr. Duanmu, who can calm the world and calm the troubled times......

The head of the three saints inherited by the Xia Kingdom for more than 900 years, the descendant of Qingyunjian.

Her heart, her will, her mind, a part of her are connected to heaven......

Listen to the instructions of heaven and guide the heavens, the earth, and the people.

She is a person who truly cares about the world, and has such a heart that is as pure as snow, as high as the sky, and has no selfless compassion and sanctity.

Yun Xiao suddenly felt an astonishing coldness all over his body.

The strong thoughts that had been so strong before were shattered in an instant.

Is it fear, low self-esteem, or hopelessness?

After the heart was tormented on the fire, it was put into the cold water, and the cold mist that was as white as frost was shocked, lingering and lingering in the hearts of young people.

He suddenly understood what kind of existence she was, suddenly understood what kind of distance there was between them, and suddenly realized how hopeless and empty the thoughts in his heart were.

No way......

If it were her, it would be impossible.

Suddenly thinking of Mei Shuying, he suddenly understood.

……

This woman, firstly, unintentional, secondly, heartlessly, self-righteous, unapproachable, what's wrong with resentment!

……

I'm ...... in this life Wanton and casual, half-life, comfortable, and calm in the world. There has never been loss and defeat, loss and anger, and there will never be a demand...... If I want it to open, it will be opened.

But this son can't tolerate it after it is opened...... The inevitable humbleness......

……

Yun Xiao was sympathetic, and his heart was as cold as three feet of ice. There is no light in the eyes.

Brother Mei, I know what is hidden in your green jade fan......

The wind and snow are like madness, and they can't get close, but they melt into their hearts.

There was a mist in his eyes, and he suddenly felt so cold, so cold. I can't see a single bit of light.

Turning around, trembling slightly, he stretched out his hand to the woman, and he suddenly felt ...... There's nothing wrong with dying in the snow with her like this.

The cherry patterns are gorgeous, and the tears fall like beads.

The young man suddenly held the jade flute in her hand tightly, smiled and shed tears, and slapped the jade flute in her hand to the ground.

There was a muffled sound, the flute was suddenly broken, and the wind and snow instantly invaded the two of them.

He saw her shocked look. Staring blankly at himself.

There was a deep confusion in the empty eyes, a moment of hesitation and emptiness.

……

Gu Lao's prediction, the ninth descendant of Qingyun Jian will fall into the sky.

The reason for this was that he failed to accept the next Qingyun Jian heir who was destined before he died, so he died at the hands of the disciples of the Qi Blood Clan who were mistakenly accepted by his disciples.

Duanmu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was in a trance.

The ground shook again, and the snow leopard, ten paces away, pounced ferociously and furiously.

The beast's breath is cold.

The young man Huo Ran leaned closer to the woman, ran his hand over her eyes, and lowered his head to gently press against her forehead.

Master, Xiao Er suddenly didn't think about anything......

Die with me.

Good no good?

A large puddle of blood splattered, splattering a cool bright color in the moonlight. The snow dances in the wind, and the night is cold.