Hua Xiaoen rubbed his little hands that were red from the cold, shrank his frozen hands in front of him, and took a few breaths of hot air, holding the white mist in the palm of his hand, and his hands had a little warmth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It snowed heavily for a few days and nights, and it stopped for a while, but the temperature was lower than before, Hua Xiaoen was not usually afraid of the cold, and he couldn't help but stomp his feet at this time, and he couldn't wait to fly to his house immediately and sit next to the stove.

Hiding his hand in his sleeve again, Hua Xiaoen looked sideways at his grandfather who was standing straight next to him, and then looked in the direction of his grandfather's gaze, the snow covered the only road to this village, and as far as the eye could see, it was white and vast, and he couldn't tell where the road was.

This Qianxue Village is a remote small village hundreds of miles away from the main city of Tianmang City, Qianxue Village is located in the northwest of Tianmang City, backed by the twilight snow mountain with thousands of years of snow, the geographical conditions are remote and barren, and generally few people want to come here.

After the main road into the village was covered with snow, there was no trace of pedestrians.

Hua Xiaoen pulled the hood of the fur fur and hid her immature little face in the plush hat to avoid the cold and hard wind.

The grandfather beside him was not affected by the cold wind, and his body stood as straight as ever, like a pious stone statue, respectfully waiting for visitors from afar.

In Hua Xiaoen's memory, grandpa has always been silent, his thin lips are slightly pursed, and he looks serious and serious at any time. He barely remembered the smiling expression on his grandfather's face, and he was most familiar with his grandfather's meticulous expression.

Hua Xiaoen has never seen a person who is as serious about everything as his grandfather is close to obsessive-compulsive disorder, and his grandfather at this time is more serious than usual.

Hua Xiaoen understands the reason for this.

A few days ago, my grandfather, who had not been in contact with the outside world, received a letter, a snow-white envelope, a bright letter stamp, and the hollow carved "white" character, all of which showed the identity of the person who wrote the letter.

You don't need to ask Hua Xiaoen to know where the letter came from.

In today's prosperous era of cultivating immortals, the status of the immortal family is comparable to the influence of the imperial court, for this era when all the people yearn for cultivating immortals, any person can treasure the deeds and characters of several important immortal cultivation families.

As a leader in the family of cultivating immortals, Baimen is admired by thousands of people, and everyone is proud to be able to enter Baimen to learn the art of cultivating immortals.

But Hua Xiaoen didn't know much about cultivating immortals.

One is that in addition to saying that he was a servant of the White Gate Outer Gate and how the White Outer Master treated him well, he rarely mentioned other things in the immortal cultivation world;

Second, Qianxue Village is located in a remote area, and the villagers only care about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and they don't care about cultivating immortals, so Hua Xiaoen has no way to understand;

Moreover, Hua Xiaoen himself has no great interest in cultivating immortals.

Grandpa's respect and respect for Baimen, Hua Xiaoen has been deeply touched since he was a child, and only when he tells him about Baimen, grandpa will unconsciously say more.

Only then would Hua Xiaoen feel that his grandfather was the same as other people's grandfathers, calm and peaceful, with a loving look in his eyes.

Hua Xiaoen didn't read the letter, because after his grandfather read it, he put the letter back in the envelope very carefully and put the envelope away.

However, after putting the envelope, Grandpa told him that in three days, a young lady from the White Gate would come to stay for a while to recuperate.

For Hua Xiaoen, who has lived in Qianxue Village since he was a child, there are only a handful of people he sees every day, and the people he knows are only dozens of people in the village, and he can count them clearly with his fingers. This time, a guest came from outside, and it was also a young lady from the White Gate of the Immortal Cultivation Family, and it would be a lie to say that she didn't expect it.

Grandpa was obviously different from Hua Xiaoen's simple expectations, but began to prepare for the arrival of the guests seriously. Hua Xiaoen thought that there would be guests coming, and he was also very motivated to help behind his grandfather.

Today is the day of the arrival of the guests, and Grandpa took him to the nearest inn to the village early to pick up the guests. I don't know how many years ago this station was set up, but now it is empty, neither guarded nor frequented.

Hua Xiaoen and his grandfather had been standing outside the humble post station for almost two hours, but there was no half a figure in the vast snow, except for the howling cold wind, there was not even a single animal.

"Grandpa......"

Hua Xiaoen opened his mouth with difficulty, and as soon as he spoke, a cloud of white gas floated out with the sound, taking away the little heat left in his body, Hua Xiaoen shivered, and hesitated whether to continue to speak or remain silent in order to save heat.

Grandpa still maintained the posture just now, motionless, like the frozen thatch in the post house, and I think grandpa didn't hear his small voice just now.

Hua Xiaoen was about to pull his grandfather's sleeve to attract his grandfather's attention, when he saw his grandfather's body suddenly move, and stopped his movements stiffly because his body was numb in a position for a long time.

Hua Xiaoen stretched out his head to look in the direction of the main road, and sure enough, he saw a group of figures in the white snowfield coming this way.

Grandpa moved his body, Hua Xiaoen also moved his body, it can be seen that grandpa is a little excited, Hua Xiaoen is also a little excited, and more importantly, he is nervous and looking forward to it.

This Miss Baimen, although Hua Xiaoen doesn't know whether it is the main family or the young lady of the foreign family, but considering that the grandfather used to only work in the foreign family, it is estimated that this Miss Baimen is the daughter of a housekeeper in the foreign family, but regardless of the main family, it is also a person from the white door!

The young lady of the immortal cultivation family, I don't know what it looks like? You can't run around with a group of boys all day long like Chen Xiaocao from the neighborhood, right?

Hua Xiaoen is only ten years old now, which is the age of curiosity.

Seeing that the team was getting closer and closer, Hua Xiaoen looked fixedly, there were about a dozen people, riding pure black horses, and in the middle of the team was a plain carriage, with dark red carved reliefs, elegant and grand, the windows were covered by plain felt, even if it was blown by the wind, the carriage was wrapped tightly, and there was no trace of scenery in the carriage.

This is the most luxurious battle Hua Xiaoen has ever seen in his life, and what Hua Xiaoen doesn't know is that in order to cover people's eyes and ears, this group of people has tried to keep a low profile, and the carriage is just an ordinary carriage.

Traveling in such a cold situation, the people on horseback did not see the looks of the wind and dust, and all of them were in good spirits and extraordinary.

The team rushed all the way, not slowing down, but only stopping urgently when the grandfather and grandson arrived.

In the silent wilderness, there was a sound of neighing horses, which made Hua Xiaoen tremble.

A young woman at the head of the group, as soon as she reined in the horse, jumped off the horse, led the horse to her grandfather, hugged her fist at her grandfather, and said, "Brother Hua, long time no see." ”

Brother Hua?

Hua Xiaoen looked at the woman in front of her who looked no more than 20 years old, and then looked at her grandfather's temples mixed with white hair...... Such a combination is not considered a peer.

Grandpa bowed respectfully, and sighed slightly: "Sixth Elder, I haven't seen you for a long time. Now you are as young as yesterday, but I am already old. ”

After listening to her grandfather's words, Hua Xiaoen looked at the young woman in front of her again, the woman's face was still young, but her eyes had calmness and vicissitudes beyond her age.

I heard that people who cultivate immortals can stay in the face......

This woman thinks that her age is not much different from that of her grandfather, but her appearance has not aged.

Thinking that grandpa used to be with these people, and now these immortal cultivators still maintain their former appearance, and grandpa, whose body is aging year after year, I don't know how grandpa feels.