In this way, before Qin Xiaochuan passed out, he missed Xiao Zhongjian's rare words.lā When he woke up, he was already lying in a warm thatched hut, covered with a thick fur blanket, and there was a thermos pot filled with hot water under his feet. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qin Xiaochuan's movement when he woke up woke up the person who was dozing off on the head of the bed. It was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, who looked a little smaller than the Moon Vortex, with short light purple hair and a handsome cold face. "You're awake." Leng drunk stood up: "Do you want to drink some hot water?" ”

"Where's the sword in the flute?" Qin Xiaochuan lifted the blanket and sat up. Before coming to Aofeng, he had already predetermined that he would meet those people. The thirteenth peak of Aofeng is inhabited by the people of the Leng family, and the sword weaver Leng Yun is hidden at the top because of his body, and there is a middle-aged man in Cold Frost City on the periphery, or he will also bring his son. Cold Frost City used to be good friends with Xiao Zhenyue of the Xiao family, but then it should have ...... A little contradiction happened?

The above is the part that Qin Xiaochuan can understand in his memory, and more details are beyond the scope of the parties, and outsiders can only figure it out on the surface.

"Do you usually call your brother that?" Leng drunk turned his hand and brought a bowl of water, steaming hot and with a coarse aroma of tea, "This is the junction of the fifth peak and the sixth peak." He went to the heights with my father. ”

It seems that Leng Zui and Xiao Zhongjian get along well, and I remember to teach my younger brother a lesson for my new friend. Qin Xiaochuan felt that his throat was a little hoarse, although there was a hot tea in his hand on the stove beside him, there was still a trace of cold air that kept seeping into the bone marrow.

The dark time in the coma did not leave any impression in Qin Xiaochuan's memory, but there was one thing he seemed to remember, that is, weakness! Maybe it was the words of Lord Cat in the deserted city that left a little shadow in Qin Xiaochuan's heart after all, making him unconsciously pay attention to his body, and only then did he vaguely detect a clue in the extreme weather like Aofeng. There was indeed something wrong with his physique, and a vaguely changed feeling was hidden deep in the bone marrow, but it was further stimulated by Aofeng's cold air! It felt like for a moment that he was no longer "himself".

"How long did I sleep?" Under the influence of the heat, Qin Xiaochuan was groggy and barely cheered up: "The title of second brother is not on your lips, but on your heart...... When will he come back? "It feels a little bad, Xiao Zhongjian and Cold Frost City are together, can they be regarded as sheep in the tiger's mouth? Qin Xiaochuan remembered that Ao Feng's other resident, Cold Frost City, was very hostile to anyone who wanted to get close to the Sword Weaver Leng Yun, which probably came from a man's persistence and delusion.

"It's probably going to be a few days, and the weather outside is very bad these days, so you really chose a good time to go up the mountain." Leng drunk took back the tea bowl and brought another plate: "I was in a coma for two days, and I almost thought you were going to burn into a fool." Hey, do you want something to eat? ”

The cold drunk tone was mocking, but he was faithfully fulfilling the act of promising Xiao Zhongjian to take care of the patient, and it seemed that he was exactly as Qin Xiaochuan remembered, and he was a good person who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Qin Xiaochuan shook his head, turned his head and fell asleep again. He felt tired from head to toe, like the exhaustion of running eight thousand miles in one breath and being whipped behind him when he was in a dream.

Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, Qin Xiaochuan fell asleep again. And when he woke up again, the hut was empty, and he was drunk and nowhere to go.

The house was dark, and there was a thick leather curtain at the door, which kept the wind and snow out of the day. Qin Xiaochuan shouted a few times, but no one answered. He sat up again and moved his muscles a little, feeling a little better than before, at least the feeling of weakness had lessened a lot. The Thirteenth Peak of Aofeng is really a perverted place, in Qin Xiaochuan's perception, there is a blank outside, and there are no green dots representing life. In addition to the whirring sound of the wind, there seemed to be a strange creaking sound outside the door. This sound prompted Qin Xiaochuan to lift the quilt and jump out of bed, borrowed the stinky cloak that was placed at the head of the bed, and opened the curtain and pushed the door open.

It was dark outside, with only thick clouds and a glimmer of light from the reflection of the heavy snow.

It's night.

There was only wind and snow in the silent night, and the icy and biting feeling surrounded him from all directions, Qin Xiaochuan mentioned a mouthful of true yuan and did not disperse, keeping warm and driving away the cold. Without the thick curtains, the creaking of the wind was clearer, like the friction of the wheels. Qin Xiaochuan roughly knew it, looked left and right, and still didn't see the appearance of Cold Frost City in his memory, so he tightened his fur cloak and walked towards the place where the sound came from. He didn't go far before he saw a woman in a pink coat, white gauze and black hair with cloudy sideburns sitting in the wind and snow.

That's the Sword Weaver Leng Xuan!

Snowflakes in the wind blurred everything around us. Qin Xiaochuan had no way to describe the person he saw. Leng Yun's facial features are not very glamorous, but her temperament is ethereal, as if she has blended in with the surrounding snow. The name of the sword weaver is taken from the casting technique of Leng Yun, with delicate hands, pulling up the white veil, and a little iron stone around his fingertips, a silver wire pulls out and is wound around the rollers that resemble spinning wheels. The spinning wheel chirped, the fingers twisted lightly, and the wire turned into molten iron, which sizzled under the cooling of the ice and snow, and soon the prototype of the sword was born. The movement of the cold is like flowing water, with an indescribable rhythm, driving the spinning wheel to respond to the sound of the wind, like the music of the sky. This realm actually has a very popular name, that is, the unity of heaven and man!

When the Swordweaver appeared, the temperature around him seemed to rise slightly, and there seemed to be a gentle flow of water under the long-standing snow. In Qin Xiaochuan's perception, it was just not so cold. Maybe the temperature didn't drop much, but the unbearable feeling dissipated a lot out of thin air.

"Sword, come." Leng Yun stopped spinning, and the palm covered by the light gauze turned over and over. The sword that was close to Qin Xiaochuan's waist was directly taken away by her, and the strip of cloth was gently spread out, revealing the swarthy sword body. When the sword weaver's hand covered the iron sword body, Qin Xiaochuan couldn't help but feel a tightening in his heart, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward. Then, he saw Leng Yun's reassuring expression when he raised his head.

"I'm sorry, but can you lighten it up?" Qin Xiaochuan stared at his family's sword, forgetting that the woman in front of him was also the goddess who had chased through the screen before: "My sword, the material is average...... "Will it melt if you pinch it again?"

Others don't know Qin Xiaochuan, but they know that Leng Yun's bones are full of heavenly fire and yang iron, and it is very hot. Moreover, the wind and snow around Leng Yun have a faint sense of sharpness, and her cultivation in swordsmanship should also be very good. Who said back then that a first-class swordsmith is often a first-class swordsman. How can people who don't know about swords forge a peerless sword that matches first-class swordsmanship?

"Huh." Leng Yun raised his head and let go of his hand. The iron sword was automatically classified into the pile of sword embryos at her feet, and she was very distressed when she looked at Qin Xiaochuan. "Your sword, I will return it to you. If the sword has a spirit, a defect will no longer be a defect. The same is true of the spirit of heaven and earth. And man is the spirit of heaven and earth! The cold voice came through the wind and snow, not hurried, gentle and elegant.

But these words made Qin Xiaochuan feel a shock in his heart when he heard it.

"I know what you're here for." Leng Yun said again.

After a pause, Qin Xiaochuan opened his mouth and asked, "Have you seen my second brother?" "If it weren't for that, how could the Sword Weaver, who was thousands of miles away, know her purpose and make a special trip to leave the Thirteenth Peak and come to this kind of place that is too warm for her.

The snow on the ground melts faster than expected, which means that the cold will not stay for long. As soon as the white veil of the sword weaver was raised, the snow flying in the sky suddenly connected together, like a barrier that mortals could not cross, Qin Xiaochuan was blinded by the snow for a while, and then opened the front of him only leaving a layer of ice that quickly condensed, and the figure of the sword weaver was gone. Until now, he still couldn't figure out why Leng Yun had made a special trip to see him, and he didn't know if Xiao Zhongjian and Cold Frost City had really reached the twelfth peak.

"The people you want to see, you can see as long as you want to." A cold voice came from the ethereal wind, "He has no ill will towards you. The sound was blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Qin Xiaochuan's heart moved, and he sat down cross-legged. After leaving the deserted city, there was a time when he really wanted to go back and see someone. That person is not a doer, nor is it Rin Ruomei, but a faun. The god of Tianjiang has never been just a name, a mark, and an identity, it does exist, lying in one of the three coffins in the backyard of the Tiantian coffin shop. Sometimes, Qin Xiaochuan would also sit over to accompany him. After all, that's the person he nominally has the closest connection to in this world.

The darkness in the sky was reflected again. When Leng Yun left, Aofeng once again showed his side of rejecting people thousands of miles away! The clouds were so thick that not even a trace of starlight could be seen. At this time, it was still far from dawn.

However, Qin Xiaochuan's consciousness had already followed the sentence that Leng Yun prompted, and slowly dived into his sea of consciousness. There was a purple light in the sea of consciousness, flowing along the meridians in his body, vaguely outlining a human figure. There is a spirit in the heaven and earth of suffering, and the will is a real force, and the scientific outlook will collapse to varying degrees here. For example, the sword is used to the extreme, which can draw the bright and shining sunlight in the sky, and for example, the human body is not actually dark, but there are different colors of light and dark.

In Qin Xiaochuan's opinion, in addition to purple, his consciousness could also capture a touch of darkness precipitated in the deepest depths, and the emerald green floating above the darkness like fireflies. Verdant is vitality, and this vitality has gradually condensed in his heart. Qin Xiaochuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this at first, but now he seemed to have a feeling. The place where the green light condenses is the place blocked by that dark color, is his innate "demon heart"!

Faun. Qin Xiaochuan called directly. If you really exist, then come out and meet and talk about human rights and physical fitness.

There was no movement.

Qin Xiaochuan began to feel that he was being swayed by Leng Yun when he was leaving. He sat in the snow and was so cold that his bones were shattered! Why did you not want to leave the warm and burning house on such a cold day, leave the steaming tea, and come to drink the wind and eat the snow in the ice and snow to find abuse? For the sake of a possibility, he stayed regardless of it, Qin Xiaochuan felt that his brain must be sick. The thought of giving up just rose in his heart, and his consciousness suddenly went black, as if he had been hit hard and had been frozen unconscious. Before he fell unconscious, he seemed to vaguely see someone.

It's still the red and white clothes I remembered, the white hood, and the silver hair shawl. Against the backdrop of the green light in the sky, the Faun seemed to be sitting alone in a wood, seriously injured, and his fingers lightly touched a purple Lingzhi growing at the root of a tree beside him. A voice came through the original memory, echoing Qin Xiaochuan's entire dream: After that, you will be my last kindness left in the world.