Thousands of miles of ice, surrounded by clouds and mountains, snow the size of goose feathers covered the ground, and a black figure loomed in this snowy and misty sky.

The figure was undaunted by the ruthlessness of the wind and snow, and walked slowly and unswervingly, not knowing what kind of things made this man so persistent in this bad weather.

He was dressed in a black robe, his black hair was messy in the wind and snow, and his well-defined face had long been destroyed by the cold wind, but it still revealed a touch of perseverance.

He carried a sword on his back, and the scabbard looked ancient, revealing a hint of mystery. If you look closely, it has a faint yellowish glow, as if it is breathing.

I saw that the corners of the man's mouth were moving, as if he was still muttering something...

"Reincarnation, a thousand lifetimes..."

"Biluo Yellow Spring, Baichuan..."

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It turns out that this man braved the cold and snow to go to Baichuan, because of reincarnation?

What is reincarnation?

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The scorching sun continues, the cicadas sound is long, and the sound of the stream is mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees, which makes people very comfortable.

"Ouch, it hurts!master!!"

"You're lazy again, aren't you?"

"Master, I'm just a little itchy and scratched. ”

"Who believes you! The mud can't hold up the wall. It's not that your father and mother died early, look at your pitiful, who cares about you. ”

An old man chewed on the rotten grass on the ground and struck the head of a teenager of about seventeen with his scabbard. This old Taoist is about forty or fifty years old, wearing a yellow Taoist robe with black stripes, a half-white head, and a slight trace of fairy wind bones, but the act of chewing grass is really a little contrary to the appearance of the fairy wind.

Lao Dao spit out the rotten grass and glared at the young man, "Wu Xiaoxi, can you fight a little bit? Don't you want to avenge your parents?"

It turned out that the young man's name was Wu Xiaoxi, dressed in black, with slightly pale skin, a well-proportioned figure with slight lines, a knife carved face plate, thick eyebrows and big eyes, barely hanging with handsomeness.

After Wu Xiaoxi heard what Lao Dao said, his eyes darkened unconsciously, and he lowered his head and said, "Master, I have asked you more than a hundred times about this question. But you just won't tell me, why?"

Lao Dao glanced at Wu Xiaoxi, and said angrily: "Good apprentice, isn't it good for you, master?" You look at you like this, if you don't practice and study seriously every day, can you be sent to death as a teacher?"

"You're a teacher!!Baby apprentice!!"

Wu Xiaoxi hugged his head and shouted: "It hurts! Master! Can you light it up? My head is not a wooden fish!"

Lao Dao didn't answer Wu Xiaoxi's words this time, but suddenly looked at the sky and became distracted, his right hand was unconsciously pinching something, and said to himself: "It's not good... Not good......"

Wu Xiaoxi looked in the direction of the old way, and saw that the clouds in the sky were redder than before, and there was nothing abnormal in the others.

Wu Xiaoxi was puzzled, rolled his eyes at the old way, and thought to himself why this old man was suddenly so serious, the last time I saw him so serious, it seemed that when a master died, I don't know what it was because of this time.

Lao Dao came back to his senses, brushed his robe, and said with a serious expression: "Go! ”

Wu Xiaoxi's eyes widened and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

The old man didn't dump Wu Xiaoxi, and walked quickly towards the wooden house.

Wu Xiaoxi knew that there was no result if he asked again, the master was this character, so he had no choice but to follow the old way back.

He was raised by Lao Dao since he was a child, and he can't understand Lao Dao's character, although he is usually a little not serious, but he is still very serious when he is serious, especially at a time like today. If Lao Dao wants to say it, he will naturally say that if he doesn't want to say it, no one in this world should be able to force him to speak.

Wu Xiaoxi sighed secretly, what is there so abnormal about this scene that can make the master pay so much attention. Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but get excited.

Usually following the old way of cultivation is very boring, he grows so big, every time he goes down the mountain, he goes to the nearby market to buy wine for the old way, sometimes passing by the tea stall is lucky, there will be some storytellers telling stories, Wu Xiaoxi will find a corner to squat, while eating melon seeds while listening to the story, this is his only fun, he is very curious about the outside things, especially those between the masters.

After returning to the wooden house, Lao Dao was uncertain, pacing back and forth, and at this time even a pig could see that his mind was very chaotic.

Wu Xiaoxi looked at him like this, clasped his hands on his chest and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful expression, and humming a little song in his mouth.

Suddenly, a paper crane flew in and broke the situation.

I saw Lao Dao's left hand spread, and the paper crane fell on Lao Dao's palm.

Lao Dao compared his sword with his right hand, and silently recited to the paper crane: "Open!"

The paper crane instantly dissipated, turning into a golden light that flashed into the old man's brain.

After a while, Lao Dao finished reading the information in the paper crane, he smashed his mouth and said: "Today's celestial phenomenon is the image of the demon clan's great birth. The senior brother of the master of Fang Cai, that is, your master and uncle. Tell the master to rush to Taihang Mountain immediately to jointly suppress this demon clan's power!"

Wu Xiaoxi looked surprised, buckled his head, and asked, "What demon clan is powerful?"

Lao Dao sighed, shook his head and said, "I don't know, looking at the tone of the senior brother in charge this time, this matter should be very serious." Lao Dao paused for a moment, and then continued: "This matter cannot be delayed, the master will set off now." You take care of yourself, don't be lazy, remember to cultivate. ”

Wu Xiaoxi looked at Lao Dao with a pitiful look, and asked in a low voice, "Master, can't you take me with you?"

Lao Dao reprimanded: "Do you think this is child's play? Do you know how many people will lose their lives when this demon is born? You treat me well... By the way, if the master hasn't come back for half a month, you can open the box under my bed and take the contents to Huangshan!"

Wu Xiaoxi looked at the back of the old man, with a look of contempt, and said secretly: "If you let me stay good, I will stay with me?" I have long legs on my own body, and I will set off after you leave for two days, and tomorrow I will go and open your broken box to see what the hell is inside!"

Wu Xiaoxi tossed and turned repeatedly this night and couldn't sleep, and he was always curious about the box under the master's bed.

This box was accidentally discovered by Wu Xiaoxi when he was a child, and he has been silently thinking about it since then, as long as he has the opportunity, he will explore it, but every time he is caught by Lao Dao, he is taught a hard lesson, but Lao Dao is not here today.

It's rare to have such a good opportunity this time, why don't you open it now? Thinking of this, the corners of Wu Xiaoxi's mouth rose upward, and he immediately turned over and got out of bed.

He lit a candle and walked into Lao Dao's room, where he found the dusty box under Lao Dao's bed. It was an extremely ordinary wooden box, more like a wooden box than a box, in the shape of a slender rectangle with a lock.

Seeing this lock, Wu Xiaoxi was accustomed to tinkering on the old road bed, and as he expected, the key was still there.

At this time, Wu Xiaoxi was very excited, just like seeing a woman for the first time, and Wu Xiaoxi was still curious about why some men looked like this.

I only heard a "click", and the wooden box opened.

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