Li Chengfeng didn't notice Su Yuehan's complicated heart at all, after he carefully bandaged Zhao Xiaobao, he rested on the door frame for a while, adjusted his strength, and then suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

Su Yuehan was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "Young Master, where are you going?"

Li Chengfeng tilted his head slightly, his face sank like water, and he looked at Zhao Xiaobao who fell into a coma with a resolute expression, and said, "Go to Zangxiu Pavilion!"

Su Yuehan looked at Li Chengfeng's figure, slightly in a daze, and was even more anxious in her heart: Zangxiu Pavilion? What is he doing in Zangxiu Pavilion? Could it be ...... Did you go to ask someone from Zangxiu Pavilion to save Zhao Xiaobao?

Li Chengfeng walked away quickly, the wind was under his feet, his heart was like carrying a flame, the flames were scorching and scorching his whole body was anxious and hot, he was not hungry, and he loaded a pair of hot wheels under his feet and rushed to His Excellency Zangxiu.

At this time, the sky was gray, the sky began to quietly fall a little snow, the cold wind mixed with granular snow particles hit Li Chengfeng's face, slightly numb, he resisted the cold wind, stared at the flying snow, and quickly turned into a blue and white deep mountain trail, he was so windy and hot, impatient, and the slow flying snow around him seemed to be incompatible.

Li Chengfeng ran all the way, and when he ran to the foot of the mountain gate of Zangxiu Pavilion, it was already dark, his whole person was sweating through his heavy clothes, the top of his head and shoulders were steaming white, his face was red, and his forehead was as sweaty as a bean.

"Stop! Zangxiu Pavilion is important, men are not allowed to enter unless invited!" Before reaching the mountain gate, two female monks wearing Tibetan Jin Pavilion monk robes and three green edges embroidered on their cuffs jumped out from under the mountain gate.

Li Chengfeng couldn't see the appearance of these two people clearly, he saluted with the etiquette of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and said: "Li Chengfeng of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, ask to see the senior sister of the Hidden Sword Pavilion......"

Li Chengfeng wanted to call him by his name, but he was stunned, he didn't know the name of the senior sister, so he had to swallow the rest of the words in embarrassment.

A female monk on the left shouted, "Presumptuous, how can Senior Sister be your little newcomer to the Hidden Sword Pavilion who wants to see it?"

The nun on the right also sneered and said, "Go back, don't waste time!"

If in normal times, Li Chengfeng, who has a strong sense of self-esteem, would have been furious, but now he didn't hear it, and said firmly: "I bothered the two senior sisters to report, and Li Chengfeng of the Hidden Sword Pavilion begged the senior sister to show mercy and help and save people's lives!"

The two female monks were unmoved, the female monk on the right had extremely high cheekbones, thin cheeks, and a very mean appearance, and she sneered: "Oh? Just come with a cat or a dog, kneel down, snort, and then you can ask our senior sister for help? Hmph, this favor is a little too cheap! If someone comes and swallows, won't our senior sister be exhausted to death?"

The friar on the left laughed, and the laughter was extremely high-pitched.

But Li Chengfeng did not give up, he was unwilling to stare at the two senior sisters in front of him and the mountain gate behind them.

The mountain gate of the Tibetan Xiu Pavilion is very unique, it is not like the majestic * of the Tibetan Jin Pavilion, unlike the awe-inspiring slaughter of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, the shape of the stone pillars on its left and right is like flowing water, the left and right arch up a half-moon-shaped stone arch, the stone arch is carved with a delicate woman, the clothes are fluttering, the cloud sideburns, the colored sleeves are tasseled, she reclines on the stone arch and the waning moon, silently watching everything under the mountain, both floating out of the dust, graceful, and high, unattainable.

This is not just an ordinary mountain gate, but also a dividing line, an insurmountable moat, which clearly makes Li Chengfeng realize where the gap between himself and them is.

In the past, he was arrogant and arrogant, and what he was proud of, in the face of such a powerful force, did not play any role at all, he had no desire and no desire, so he could naturally entertain himself, and there was no tiger and monkey in the mountains to call him the king.

But now, since there is a request for others, then you have to grovel, bend down, bow your head, and lay your self-esteem and humility on the ground, so that people can trample on it and make people step into mud.

Such a shame, when Li Chengfeng met Sun Boren, he tasted it once, and now, he tasted it a second time.

For the first time, for the sake of his wife, he bent his knees, and this eldest young master, who was proud to the bones, felt that it was worth it.

This time, for the sake of his little brother, he once again bent his knees and bent down his usual straight back, in his opinion, as long as he can save Zhao Xiaobao, the so-called dignity and pride, it doesn't matter!

The world is big, not as big as the brother's life!

Li Chengfeng no longer looked at the two female monks at this time, and he said in a loud voice: "Li Chengfeng, a disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, begs the senior sister to help her and save people's lives!"

The nun on the right shouted, "Hey, surnamed Li, you're enough! Hurry up and get out, Senior Sister won't come out!"

Li Chengfeng was stunned, and after a while, he said loudly again: "Li Chengfeng, a disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, begs the senior sister to help and save people's lives!"

The female monk on the right said angrily: "Kid from the Hidden Sword Pavilion, are you provoking our Hidden Show Pavilion!"

Li Chengfeng looked at her and said seriously: "May I ask Senior Sister, which one of the Lingshan Sect does not allow me to shout and beg for people in front of this mountain gate?"

"You!" said to the mean friar, and her words froze.

The nun on the left has slender eyes, giving people a bad look, she said to the nun beside her: "It's very long-winded with this bastard, if he wants to kneel there, if he wants to shout, just let him go, if you have the ability, you will kneel until the senior sister comes out!"

Li Chengfeng glanced at the two of them deeply, as if he wanted to imprint the appearance of these two people deeply in his heart, and then he withdrew his gaze, stared straight at the mountain gate, and said loudly: "Li Chengfeng, a disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, begs the senior sister to help and save people's lives!"

After shouting like this for a full hour, the sky is getting darker and darker, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, Lingshan is rendered into a blue and white world, Li Chengfeng's shoulders, hair is also covered with a thin layer of crystal snow seeds, Li Chengfeng will shout loudly every half a pillar of incense, his voice is loud, and he is sent far into the mountain, but Li Chengfeng does not know how far his voice can penetrate this high mountain gate and send it in.

The two Tibetan Xiuge female monks guarding the mountain gate were still watching the excitement at first, but after watching Li Chengfeng kneel on the ground motionless, like a puppet of the organ on time, they soon felt bored, their figures flashed, and disappeared in place, but Li Chengfeng knew that as long as his body moved, the two of them would appear again, but he was afraid that he was hiding in a corner where he could avoid the wind and snow, and was peeking around.

After another hour, the sky finally stopped falling snow seeds, replaced by goose feather snow, this is the largest snow since the winter in Lingshan and even Cheng'an, this heavy snow only fell under the tea cup, it immediately covered almost all the green of Lingshan, as the sky became darker and darker, the round of waning moon carved on the gate of Zangxiu Pavilion at this time radiated bursts of soft light, illuminating the surroundings.

Li Chengfeng knelt alone in front of this mountain gate, and soon turned into a snowman, he was motionless, but his voice was still loud: "Li Chengfeng, a disciple of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, begs the senior sister to help and save people's lives!"

The voice was sent out from afar, and the two female monks in front of the gate of Zangxiu Pavilion Mountain were hard-hearted and sneered, but they quietly followed, and Su Yuehan, who was hiding in the distance and watching all this, couldn't help but be blindfolded with tears, and her vision was a little blurry.

This is exactly what it is: passing the three mountain roads, and detaining thousands of miles of body. Lingshan remnant snow night, lonely candle stranger. Although it is far away from flesh and blood, it is also close to servants. That can be drifting, tomorrow is new.

From a distance, Li Chengfeng's figure is so small and helpless at this time, so lonely and fragile, but at this moment, in Su Yuehan's heart, he is so tall and upright, he puts his dignity on the ground and is trampled into the mud, but his character has never risen in Su Yuehan's heart.