The secret room is very dark, and due to the lack of ventilation all year round, it gives people a sense of oppression.

It took a lot of effort for Lang to polish the fire fold in his hand, and in the dim light, there was still a part of the room hidden in the darkness.

This shows that the area of the secret room is larger than he imagined.

Walking to the corner, he found a lamp embedded in the wall, and the candle in the lamp had long since burned out. Every few steps under your feet, you can step on some gravel, and the ground doesn't seem to be too flat. When Lang Hatian was puzzled, he approached the wall, only to find that it was carved with lines.

The texture is not very complicated, but the skill of the carver is quite sophisticated, and a few simple lines can give people a very smooth beauty.

The walls are made of large blocks of stone, and the first thing that catches his eye is the placket of a certain figure's clothes, and as the fire fold in his hand slowly moves upward, the whole carving is displayed in front of him.

Engraved on it was a man in a long robe, who was jumping sideways and dancing a sword in the air, although he did not draw facial features, but Lang Hatian could feel that his expression was very focused, and the long sword was held in his hand, as if he would be able to pierce the stone wall and jump out of the painting in the next moment.

Lang hattian thought for a moment in his heart, and vaguely guessed something, in order to confirm his thoughts, he took a step, walked a few steps along the stone wall, and found that the surrounding walls were all similar patterns, but some patterns seemed to have been destroyed, with deep traces.

Carving one after another, the movements of the people in the painting are also connected to each other, and if you look at it from beginning to end, it is like watching a man practice hard. Lang hated the sky for a long time before he suddenly realized. What is carved on the wall of this secret room is actually a set of swordsmanship!

The white snow was still falling silently, and the dead leaves that were nostalgic for the branches finally let go of their hands under the urging of this white impermanent ghost. Lang hattian was worried about Lei Yunying's condition, so he put down the exploration of the secret room.

He was slowly walking back down the stone steps, snow below him and his ankles.

Suddenly, a group of white-clothed disciples ran past Lang Haotian and headed down the mountain.

"Hey, brother, what's going on?" Lang Hatian casually stopped a disciple, and the man looked up at the former, and immediately recognized the identity of the other party.

"In the town below the mountain, there are many families who have suffered losses because of this heavy snowfall, and the elders have ordered us to help."

Then, the disciple hesitated slightly, wanting to ask, but as if he felt that Lang Hatian would not help, he swallowed all the words back into his stomach and took another step to catch up with his comrades in front of him.

Watching their figures fade away, Lang Hatian's gaze couldn't help but cast on the town below. In the whiteness of the sky, the houses that were originally lined up have also become shadowy.

He was just about to turn his head back to the small courtyard, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and his body was agitated, and he ran down the mountain desperately.

In the town, every roof was covered with snow, and the cold wind blew people's faces painfully, as if they had been cut by a blunt knife. The villagers all changed into the thickest clothes and hurried to rescue the grain that was drying outside, and for a while, the streets and alleys were in chaos. This blizzard is a catastrophe, but for another group of people, it is a real catastrophe.

The people who lived by begging were really helpless by the sudden cold, and those shelters were already in tatters, able to keep out the strong winds, but not the bitter cold. A man with a disheveled hair was emaciated, his lips were white from the cold, and his eyes shrank in a corner of an old patio, wrapped in tattered clothes, curled up in a ball and shivering.

In his eyes, the whole world was only endlessly white, and the snow fell on his dirty hair, as if he had aged for decades in an instant. The beggar's eyes narrowed, wanting to rest for a while, and at the last moment before falling asleep, he heard footsteps not far away, accompanied by shouts. The moment the eyelids closed forward, there was a white figure, which was about to merge with heaven and earth, running towards him.

The man was relieved. These eyes were finally able to star, and his body gradually became cold and stiff in Lang Hattian's arms.

The surroundings were quiet at this moment, and with a heavy heart, Lang Hatian found a straw mat in a dilapidated house and wrapped the other party's body.

No one knows the man's background, and no one cares about his death. Lang hated the sky and decided to let him be buried in peace.

The road that runs through the town is full of pedestrians, but Lang Hatian holds the straw mat in his hands with both hands, and walks so lonely that no pair of eyes pay attention to him.

At this time, Lang hated Tian's heart was extremely sighing, he wanted to shout out his doubts about the world for the beggar in his arms, but when he spoke, his voice was already hoarse.

The sky is white and sprinkled.

At the end of the road, at the north end of the town, several white-clothed disciples were carrying belongings for a family, one of them seemed to be a little tired, got up and stretched his waist, and when he looked up, he found a gray figure in the distance stepping into the town.

His waist-length black hair and long coat made him feel a little familiar. After a brief moment of thought, a name crossed the disciple's mind. He raised his hand to the figure, and in a slightly startled tone, stammered, "That's... It's Meng Nanxun! ”

This cold was nothing terrible for Meng Nanxun, because his heart was already cold, but the injuries on his body were too serious, and the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made every step she took very difficult.

Not far away, it was Lei Gang Mountain, and she had hope in her heart, but at this time, there were suddenly a few more figures in front of her.

The leader is a familiar face.

"Brother Bin, that's right, it's really Meng Nanxun!"

Nie Bin let out a soft "um" and frowned.

"You demon girl, what are you doing in my Lei Gang Mountain again!"

Meng Nanxun hunched over, just tilted his head sideways, and squinted at the other party with the corner of his eye, without looking at him at all. Her eyes made Nie Bin's heart flutter with anger, and the latter turned his fist into a palm, which lit up with a fiery red, and aimed a hand knife at Meng Nanxun's neck and slashed down.

The hot wind blew the other party's long hair, which was abruptly suffocating in this piece of slaughtering cold, Meng Nanxun's eyes were not panicked, and he was still staring at Nie Bin like an ant.

Whenever he saw her eyes, Nie Bin couldn't wait to tear this cold face. It's just that what he didn't expect was that another white-clothed disciple beside him actually stopped him at this time.

Seeing this, Nie Bin suddenly turned his head and glared at the man, and said indignantly: "Yu Shenyan, what do you want to do, don't stop me!" ”

The thin-faced, angular man had perseverance and depth in his eyes, and he was unmoved by Nie Bin's words, and asked him rhetorically: "What do you want to do, kill her, right in this town, in front of the public?" ”