Chapter 250: There is a moon in Guanshan, and the wind and snow are merciless

When that ray of glow retracted into the corner of the sky, the desert was covered with a layer of luster, and the surface of the yellow sand cracked vertically and horizontally rose up under the invasion of the lonely wind, like a whisper in a dream, flowing between hazy and vain, and under the endless yellow sand, what was buried was the corpse of the years.

At the horizon, the round sun ended a long day of patrolling and now quietly sank beneath the sand dunes not far away.

The darkness struck suddenly, just as the last ray of light disappeared, a figure appeared at the end of the vast desert, the man walked slowly against the residual light, the light lengthened his shadow, looking so lonely and lonely, like a mayfly in the heaven and earth, playing a swaying life.

Is he chasing something, or is he looking for something, whether he has come from the end of the earth and is going to the end of the world. If not, then why did he appear in this place outside the gates?

Jackals are rampant outside the gate, and corpses are everywhere in the desert. This is a proverb that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people here.

No one in the local area dared to go out of the customs alone, not only because there were all kinds of dangerous monsters hidden in the desert outside the customs, but also because of the murderous horse bandits.

Demon beasts are not terrible, what is terrible is people's hearts, especially those outlaws who regard human life as a mustard.

However, the man succeeded in coming back alone, and if the people of Guanshan Town saw it, they would be surprised that this person was fortunate to be blessed by heaven, and he returned safely without danger.

One step, two steps...... His steps were slow, but they were unusually firm, and he walked towards Xiongguan step by step.

The Xiongguan here refers to the Tianqi Pass, which is located in the northwest of the Shengyuan Empire and at the junction with the neighboring Tianyan Empire, which is known as the first Xiongguan in the world.

There are thousands of heroes in the world, and the apocalypse should be the first level. The reason why I say this is because Tianqiguan is located in the Guanshan Mountain Range, which is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles and runs from west to east through the Mobei Land.

And the Apocalypse Pass is the only city tower built at the gap in this thousand-mile dangerous peak. To the north of the gate is an endless desert land, and through the desert is the Tianyan Empire.

The north of the Apocalypse Pass is called Mobei.

There is a small town south of Tianqi Pass, called Guanshan Town.

Guanshan Town says it's big, but it's actually just a long street town of less than a mile, and it's not accurate to say it's small, but thousands of people gather here every day, of course, the liveliness here refers to the daytime, but at night it's a different scene.

It was now the middle of winter, and it was getting dark very quickly, and when the sun disappeared from the horizon, the night had fallen to this border town, and at the same time, the temperature also plummeted, and the blades of grass on the roadside immediately attached a thin layer of frost.

Song Xuan led a white horse to walk on the streets of the town, only to see him rubbing his hands from time to time to keep warm.

God, you really treat me well, hot as a pig during the day and a dog at night, where did I offend you, Song Xuan!

Song Xuan glanced up at the pitch-black sky, he couldn't see any starlight, and he still muttered endlessly.

At this time, he was dressed in white, holding a delicate sword, coupled with his clear and handsome appearance and fair skin, if he was placed in the daytime, he must have the image of a handsome son, which would definitely attract everyone's side eyes.

But...... At this moment, the streets were deserted, and it was very different from the daytime, and people all hid in their houses to protect themselves from the cold.

Song Xuan didn't have the image of a serious boy during the day, and he couldn't wait to shrink into a ball to keep warm. If you get closer, you can hear his teeth fighting.

"Huh!" A voice that sounded like mockery came from behind him, and Song Xuan turned his head to see that it was the sound of the white horse behind him.

But seeing the white horse's mouth and nose coming out of the white gas, his expression was arrogant, his two front hooves kept rubbing the ground, his head was raised very high, and he looked contemptuous.

As long as you are not cold, I can't compare with you, master, I admit defeat! Song Xuan gave the white horse a roll of the eyes, and then led the white horse to continue to move forward.

There is a stark contrast between one man and one horse, the people shiver with cold, and the horses walk with their heads held high.

He hadn't gone far when Song Xuan suddenly felt something fall on his hand, and when he looked down, he saw a tiny octagonal crystal on his arm. As soon as he looked up, he saw snowflakes falling in the sky like cotton wool, fluttering one after another, like smoke and mist, and dancing pear blossoms.

It's snowing!

Song Xuan stopped, letting the snowflakes fall, he still remembered the first time he followed his father to the Northern Regions, it was many, many years ago, when he was still young, and his father was not missing.

"Xuan'er, what do you think snow looks like?"

"Like goose feathers, lots and lots of goose feathers!"

"What is it like?"

"It's like cotton! There must be a lot of cotton trees growing in the sky!"

"So do you like snowflakes?"

"I like it, but it's a little cold!"

In fact, the snow is not cold, as long as you feel it seriously, you will find that she is as hot as fire, as gentle as the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, just like your mother, by the way, your mother's name also has a snow character!"

......

Whenever he talked about his mother, he would find that his father always had a happy smile on his face.

What does his mother look like? Song Xuan had never seen her face since he was born, and when he was sensible, he wanted to ask his father about his mother, but God played a joke on him.

My father disappeared, disappearing without a trace as if he had evaporated from the world.

Is the snowflake really warm? A wry smile appeared on Song Xuan's face. The white horse behind him seemed to sense the mood swings of his master, and silently withdrew his previous arrogant look and stayed behind him silently.

He glanced up at the Guanshan Mountains in the distance, and saw the ice and snow peaks, the birds, the clouds, the twilight snow of thousands of mountains, who did the shadow go......

Apocalypse passes the city.

Two Imperial guards crouched around a campfire, warming themselves up while staring at the fat goose perched above the fire. The roast goose is golden brown all over, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the oil drips into the fire below to make a crisp and inviting sound.

The two of them each cut a piece of meat and put it in their mouths, enjoying the meal in the cold night.

"It's snowing in Kannai!"

One of the guards stood up, looking down at the town of Castle Hill and the rolling hills in the distance.

"yes, it's the first snow of the year. Another guard also stood up, "It seems to be a lot earlier than in previous years!"

"Hmm, look over there!" exclaimed the guard from before, pointing to the desert outside the gate and to his companions.

The two stood at the head of the city together, looking at the desert, only to see that the skin of the yellow sand near had been covered with a thin layer of frost, but there was still a piece of yellow sand in the distance.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes, not shocked by the formation of a spectacular yellow and white dividing line on the surface of the desert, but shocked that it had begun to snow north of the Apocalypse Pass.

In the eyes of these guards who have been guarding the border for many years, Guanshan Town, including Tianqi Pass and Guanshan Mountain Range, has become their second home, so they are quite familiar with every grass and tree here.

Even if it is the change of climate and the change of seasons, they are well aware of it.

Just as in their impressions, no matter how much rain and snow fell in the territory of the Shengyuan Empire south of the Guanshan Mountain Range, the Northern Desert Land was not affected at all. Therefore, the guards standing in front of the Apocalypse Gate Tower often see such a spectacle, with heavy rain and goose feather snow in front of them, while there is not a trace of rain and snow in the desert behind, and the distance between the two is only half a mile.

But at this time, they were shocked, just as they were in the same state of mind when they saw the rain and snow in the northern desert for the first time, and the rain and snow in Guanshan Town.

It snowed in the Northern Desert, and although it didn't fall much, it still snowed.

I don't know when more and more guards gathered in front of the tower, yes, who has ever seen snow in the desert!

The vast and rough desert also has a gentle side, and everyone on the city wall can't help but be stunned.

The snowflakes fluttered one after another, and without much breeze, they quietly fell on the surface of the yellow sand, and dissolved, moistening the already dried gravel.

The snowflakes fall, the yellow sand dissolves, and the cycle repeats, and finally the snowflakes have the upper hand, and the surface of the yellow sand is covered with a thin layer of white cloth.

Most of the people in Guanshan Town can't see the spectacle at this moment, and the night is hazy, more people choose to stay in the house and drink a pot of spirits to relieve their warmth.

Song Xuan naturally belonged to one of the latter, and after freezing in the snow for a long time, he couldn't wait to dig a hole directly on the spot to keep warm.

He led the white horse behind him to walk through the streets of Guanshan Town, the snowflakes had already covered his hair and clothes, and the heavier the snow fell, the more excited the white horse behind him became.

Song Xuan couldn't help but sigh, maybe it remembered its hometown.

A few months ago, when Song Xuan encountered it in the Ice Spirit Mountain Range in the Northern Region, it was covered in blood and was already dying, he observed its injuries and concluded that it was bitten by a powerful demon beast in the Ice Spirit Mountain Range.

Song Xuan couldn't bear to see this scene, so he found some medicinal materials nearby to help him treat his injuries, and whether he could survive or not could only be left to fate. A few days later, Song Xuan came out of the Ice Spirit Mountain Range, and he found that the white horse's injuries were all healed, and it followed him all the way, no matter how he threatened and lured, it still did not leave.

In the end, Song Xuan had no choice but to take it back to the human world, when he rode this white horse for the first time, Song Xuan was stunned, its speed was beyond his imagination, it was not a problem to travel thousands of miles a day, and more importantly, it was already psychic, and it could understand Song Xuan's words, and the drinking skills were not under him.

Song Xuan gradually felt that this white horse was unusual, so he named it "Wine Barrel".

Ma was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and he knocked Song Xuan to the ground several times, and its strength was even stronger than some demon beasts.

It was so powerful that he suspected that it was a monster in horse's clothing.

"It's 'Nine Unification', you heard it wrong, 'Nine Songs and Half should not be Yu traces, where are the three mountains are Xianzhou!' The 'nine' in 'Nine' is about you coming from a rare immortal mountain in the world, and it is a divine horse;

Song Xuan said it so badly that the white horse accepted the name, originally the "wine barrel" was said casually by Song Xuan, but he forgot that this white horse knew people's words and understood human nature, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead, so he fooled it blindly.

So after that, he called it "Little Wine!", and no longer called it "Wine Barrel", otherwise he would have to bear it if he was exposed one day. Although he didn't know where it came from, after getting along for a while, Song Xuan felt that it was indeed a divine horse.

"Little wine, take you to drink!" Song Xuan saw a banner not far in front of him, and the word "wine" on it was fluttering in the snow, which was particularly eye-catching.

Ridiculous Inn, nice name. Song Xuan saw the door number of this hotel from a distance.

The shopkeeper had already seen Song Xuan, and when he saw Song Xuan walking towards him, he trotted over quickly.

"The guest officer drinks or stays in the hotel!"

"In such weather, drink spirits!" Song Xuan said with a smile, "Give my companion a few catties of the best wine!"

"You mean this horse?" said the shopkeeper as he looked at Song Xuan suspiciously.

Xiao Jiu'er was instantly unhappy when he heard others call him a horse, and he raised his hooves and was about to step towards the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he took a few steps back and sat down on the snow.

The horse's hooves fell, and two deep pits were trodden into the ground, and the snow on the trunks of the trees beside them was shaken down.

"My companion doesn't like that very much, haha...... But if you bring it the best wine and call it a pony, it will forget that you weren't there!"

"Divine Horse, Divine Horse!" the shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat.

How dare he slack off, and hurriedly trembling and walking to the backyard with Xiaojiu'er.

Song Xuan opened the curtain and stepped into the "Wild Inn", and the moment he stepped through the door, he saw the white-haired young man, although the young man was hidden in a dark corner in a black robe from head to toe, Song Xuan still recognized him at a glance.

Brothers who have experienced the tribulations of life and death will not be forgotten by the years.