At first warm, it is still cold, and the spring is infinite. In the far north, it was a sunny day.

In the northernmost part, there is a group of the highest mountains on the mainland, and countless mountains rise. The highest of these is thirteen peaks, each towering into the sky. And above this fog, even if the sun is fiercer, it can't melt the white snow. Qingying Peak is one of these thirteen peaks.

Surrounded by mountains, it is a place of tranquility and serenity, with few people. There are no stone steps on the mountain, and the snow that accumulates all year round is so fantastic. But under this dream, it is like a silent fierce beast. Maybe it's a few feet of solid ice, maybe it's just a few inches of snow and there's a deep ravine hidden under it, and maybe there's a dark river there. Even the most seasoned hunter would not have penetrated this place.

Therefore, when a middle-aged man in green clothes walked on this snowy peak, it looked so abrupt. But he didn't seem to have such a consciousness, just walked step by step, the cold wind and snow couldn't stop him a little, he just walked up slowly and almost at the same speed, like walking on the ground. Two rows of shallow footprints snaked behind him, and it wasn't long before they would be covered in wind and snow. Encountering a trench that can't be walked through by chance, it's just a light jump.

Therefore, the peak that seems insurmountable to people is only a few times his work for tea. The clouds and mist on the top of the mountain are shaking, and the sunlight has turned this sea of clouds into gold, like a dream. Occasionally, a few wisps slipped to shine on the man's face. Unlike his inhuman actions, he has a very ordinary face, not a majestic figure, but like an ordinary teacher in a secular private school.

He climbed to the top of the mountain, stood still, glanced at the breathtaking view above him, looked calm, and continued on his way. The clouds and mist naturally parted from both sides of him, and the top of the Qingying Mountain was not wide, but it took a few steps to reach the center. The smoke is ethereal, the water is steaming, it turns out that there is a rare hot spring here, and when the mist is removed, a green eye is very eye-catching in this white world. Finally, the middle-aged man stopped before this green smear.

The hot spring is actually a very small living spring, the snow-capped world, there is such a touch of green, it looks particularly lovely, and there is a grass house leaning on this hot spring. In such a dreamlike place, there seems to be a family, and it must be a fairy-like figure.

"I'm coming." The middle-aged man's voice overwhelmed the wind and snow, and it was extremely clear.

"Only I can come here to talk to you, why not cherish this opportunity."

There was no response, he was like a madman talking to himself.

"I sent the Chronicle to the Misty Forest."

Rumble!

Waves of air burst out from the thatched house and swept in overwhelmingly. But at the moment of reaching the junction of green and white, all the power was instantly extinguished, and the moment just now was like an illusion.

"In the end, it's your personal inheritance, and I always care."

"I'm here! Isn't that enough? A hoarse voice came, as uncomfortable as the friction of a rough piece of iron.

"Don't worry, junior brother, I will not persecute my own disciples, let alone let the sect come to an end. Over the years, there have been many genius disciples, but he is still the most dazzling one over the years, as good as you were when you were young. I'm old, and what should have been handed over to you can only be given to him. ”

There was a long silence, only wind and snow.

"Let's go back, start now, maybe there's a glimmer of life."

This time, the middle-aged man outside the grass house was silent.

"Now, don't you want to call me senior brother?"

The wind and snow are howling, but it seems to be silent.

After a long time, the pale laughter came, and the middle-aged man turned around, there was no trace of greenery in front of him, just like the land he had never stepped in.

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The drizzle continued, and the next moment, after a moment's pause, after walking for only a few miles, the clothes that had just been somewhat dry became wet again. No one likes to rush in such weather, so Lin Yun stayed in Qingwei City. The inn is leaning on the riverside, and when you push the bamboo window, you can see the Qingyi River in the rain. Lin Yun sat by the window at this time, looking out, stunned.

Qingwei is a small city, Lin Yun traveled for more than ten days, and was left by the spring rain of this small city. Although the city is small but still prosperous, the prices are naturally not low, not to mention the quiet inn near the river. Fortunately, Lin Yun is now considered to be wealthy, and the original fox skin silver has not moved much, plus the brothers and sisters of the Nai family have both entered the Ice Mirror Sect, Qingshan's father, who is the contemporary head of the Nai family, heard that there are a lot of Lin Yun's contributions, so he gave a lot of gold pieces, and the elders gave them unspeakably, and Lin Yun had to accept some in the end.

Qingwei is prosperous because there is a section of Qingyi River, I don't know whether it is water and soil or other reasons, the river fresh that is caught here is particularly fatty, there are such high-quality ingredients, over time, the city gathered the best cooks from all over the world, opened the best restaurant, cooked the most delicious river fresh, the flavor of Tiannan and Haibei can be seen here, how can there be no prosperous reason.

Lin Yun suddenly wanted to go to the riverside to take a walk, to see the misty Qingyi River, and to see these people begging for a living on the river. So he put on his cloak and went out. Upstairs, he could see clearly that there was a small pier not far from the inn, and he was walking there.

It was still early, and although it was drizzling, there were not a few pedestrians on the road, but there were many fewer vendors doing some business along the street, but there were a few selling oil-paper umbrellas and straw clothes. Walking and watching all the way, Lin Yun had a lot of thoughts.

"Hurry, hurry up, I said Lao Wang, your skills are not good, I only made up for it before the winter last year, and it has only been a few days, why did I leak it again."

"Fart, are you talking about human words, I made up last year and leaked this year, how can I be blamed for this?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's just a leak in the bed, if this is a wet quilt, how can you live, you're embarrassed to collect money this time."

"Get out, if you want to fix it, if you don't fix it, I'm busy here, and you have a lot of business."

It seemed that the rain had leaked the roof of someone's house, and although the mason was scolding, his feet were not slow, and he walked briskly with the uncle who kept complaining.

The corners of Lin Yun's mouth tugged slightly, and he bent out a shallow arc. However, after three years, Lin Yun felt that such a life was so far away, and he actually felt a little abruptly separated from the world. I don't know what came to mind, who I remembered, he traveled all the way until he reached the small pier, and then he came back to his senses.

This is indeed a small dock, and it is estimated that only a dozen flat-leaf boats can be docked. Such wharves can be seen everywhere on the Qingyi River, and this place is nothing special, but it is the closest one to Lin Yun.

At this time, there are only three small boats docked on the dock, and I don't know if they have not yet departed or have already fished once. Lin Yun stood on the bank of the river, not knowing what to do for a while. He came and went as he wanted, but he didn't think about what he was going to do. Fortunately, someone discovered his existence and greeted him first.

"Little Xianggong, why did you come here alone."

This is a middle-aged man, who has been working on the river all the year round, his skin is tanned, and his body is a little rickety. There was a smile on his face, and he was very simple.

"Oh, I'll just go for a walk."

"Little Lao'er is about to go down the river here, do you want to charter my boat?"

"Oh? What's the saying. Lin Yun thought that this was not a painting boat on the Yaoshui River in Ice Mirror City, what was he doing with a fishing boat.

"The little minister is from out of town. Hehe, that's the case, if you charter my boat, then go with me to the river for a swim, and wait for me to catch a few nets, and let you pick what you want, and let the mother-in-law do it immediately, and eat it fresh. If you're lucky enough to catch a few good guys, you'll make money, but what you can eat depends on luck. ”

Lin Yunxin said that it was interesting, and he was about to go to Jiangzhong to have a look, but he encountered such a thing, and hurriedly asked: "I don't know how much silver I want?" ”

"A tael of silver will do."

"Aren't you at a loss?" The price of Qingwei City is lower than that of Ice Mirror City, but it is famous for its Jiangxian, and it costs more than half of the taels to cook two river fish in the restaurant, not to mention that there are only two fish in a net, Lin Yun feels that the fisherman has lost something.

The fisherman Xu felt that Lin Yun was an honest man, not a greedy master, and his smile was a little more sincere.

"It's okay, the ones on the river are different from those sold in restaurants, they are much cheaper, one or two is enough. Let's get on board, little boy. ”

There were two people on the fishing boat, and it was supposed to be a couple. When the wife saw that her husband had negotiated business, she bowed to Lin Yunwei and saluted. Lin Yun hurriedly returned the salute, a little hurried, the woman smiled heartily, but it made Lin Yun blush a little.

After a while, the boat moved, and the old fisherman held a long bamboo pole in his hand, and when he saw no movement, the fishing boat seemed to come to life, and sailed straight into the river. The fisherman left the boat late today, and there were more than a dozen small boats scattered on the river, so he deliberately rowed farther. At this time, the spring rain happened to fall urgently, and the mist on the river surface was even more swirling, and for a while there was white fog on the left and right, and the scenery in the distance gradually disappeared, and even the sound seemed to be far away.

Lin Yun felt that the boat slowed down, slowly floating along the river, he knew that this was the fisherman who had found the right place to prepare to put the net, so he got up and came to the stern.

"Terro ......"

There was a faint sound in the distance, Lin Yun thought it was his illusion, and then he heard many more sounds, only to know that it was the real voice.

"Terro ......"

"Terro ......"

"Terro ......"

"Stand on the bow of the boat, the breeze is cool......"

"A river of spring rain, a ......"

"Miao, li, ......"

"Old man of the river god, help me......"

"Cast the net and catch more fish......

"Miao, li, ......"

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