Outside, it was snowing heavily. In a short time, the whole village was covered in white and white.

Inside the earthen house.

It seems that because of the girl's unintentional question, the poor boy is a little restless.

The girl didn't notice it, only to see her slender jade hands, dragging her white and small chin, looking at the heavy snow outside the door, a little distracted, and seemed to be muttering something.

"It's beautiful, how nice it would be to live here forever?" The girl muttered.

When the poor boy heard this, he looked at the girl who was biting her red lips, and on her comfortable cheeks, the young man seemed to see the helplessness and exhaustion in the girl's heart.

The girl's eyes turned to Yu Mutou, with a happy smile on her face, and asked, "Little Mutou, will you still remember me after I leave?"

When the young man heard this, he bowed his head slightly, and replied very forcefully: "Of course it will!"

Hearing this answer, the smile on the girl's face became even more charming.

"Little wood, before entering the secret realm, Uncle Li warned me that I should not get close to the old elm tree, let alone the boy under the old elm tree. I asked him why? Guess he answered me?"

The boy shook his head, "Why?"

Su Ling smiled dumbly, "He said, there is a poor boy under the old elm tree, he is a big fool, very stupid, if I am with him, I will become stupid." ”

The young man was immediately displeased, and he said indignantly: "This Li Qiushui must have done it on purpose! When I see him again, I will definitely find him to theorize well!"

Seeing the young man so excited, the girl couldn't help but smile and said, "I think what Uncle Li said is right." ”

"You..."

The boy screamed indignantly, but when he looked at the girl again, he found that the smile on the latter's face had gradually dissipated, and was replaced by an intriguing melancholy.

Listening to the girl, she said with a sense of longing: "Actually, it's good to be a fool." You don't have to practice day and night, you don't have to go to the battlefield to defend against foreign enemies, you don't have to bear the fate of the family's prosperity and decline, and you don't have to bear the heavy responsibility of the survival of the sect. You can eat when you want, sleep when you want, and when you meet someone you like, you can also tell him out loud, how good would it be?"

There was a ripple in the girl's clear eyes, and she shook her head slightly, as if she had strengthened her belief and denied some answer.

Immediately, the girl said: "But my surname is Su, my name is Su Ling, I am a disciple of the Sword Sect, I am still a sword cultivator, my mission is to defend the clan, protect the sect, and defend the enemy!"

Yu Mutou couldn't understand the meaning of Su Ling's words, but he could hear one thing, that is, the seemingly soft and weak girl in front of him was actually carrying a great burden.

The boy seemed to empathize, and he felt bitter in his heart. It turned out that he was not the only one who was suffering from his life.

And it sounds like the burden on Su Ling's back is only heavier than his rest of the wood!

It seems to be sympathetic, it seems to be unbearable, and it seems to be sincere.

Yu Mutou looked at Su Ling and asked seriously and seriously: "In addition to being a fool, is it possible to become the strongest person in the world, and can also carry everything you say?" ”

The girl's heart trembled violently, she looked at the cold young man in front of her, and nodded her head in a daze.

The strongest?

Didn't the girl not think about it?

But the world is so big, how many billions of monks?

It's easier said than done to be the strongest!

As a spiritual monk, the girl knows how difficult the path of monasticism can be. Don't talk about fighting for chance, grabbing luck, or talking about personal grievances, sect fights, and karma. Just talking about this realm, not every monk can be successfully promoted, and every three realms along the way of cultivation will have to cross a catastrophe, and a hundred people can only enter one.

And after stepping into the Nine Realms, you have to fight with the heavens and cross the catastrophe, that is the real great disaster, and the successful one is even more one in ten thousand! The loser is lucky to survive!

But looking at the determination on the young man's face that emerged not only because of ignorance, but also because of fearlessness, the tiredness that the girl had just generated disappeared inexplicably.

Whether ignorant or fearless, this kind of determination cannot be lost.

The young man smiled and said resolutely: "Then we will become the strongest people in the world!"

The girl's cheeks were rosy and she nodded heavily, "Hmm!"

In the middle of the night, Su Ling told Yu Mutou a lot of cultivation methods, and it seemed that she was tired, and the girl had already fallen asleep beside the fire.

Yu Mutou carefully reflected on Su Ling's words.

In general, cultivating together is more important than chance and attitude. Either there is a great opportunity, or it is relying on their own perseverance and fearless spirit.

And when it comes to chance, how many people can meet it? How many people will fight again? How many people can hold on to it?

It's not for nothing that they soar into the sky, how many people have been there throughout the ages?

In short, it's good to think about this kind of unattainable thing, don't force it. It's better to rely on oneself to be realistic.

This is also in line with Yu Mutou's truth. Perseverance, the brave are fearless.

Yu Mutou has never stopped practicing boxing, and the eleven moves of splitting the air fist in his hand are also becoming more and more proficient, and he is fighting faster and faster. So much so that now every punch is as fast as thunder, and the snowflakes that fall around are scattered by the harsh fist wind.

It's just that the young man has a feeling in the dark that there is a pair of eyes in the bluestone pillar that have been looking at him, and it seems that they are still making bursts of laughter.

But the boy ignored it, and his spirit became more and more concentrated. I couldn't help but read the poem on the stone wall of the waterfall, the rain in the nine clouds was cold, and the snow was fluttering. The young man meditated over and over again, thinking more and more deeply, and finally, his whole body seemed to have entered that artistic conception. For a moment, the teenager seemed to be in the polar region, except for the cold or the cold, in addition, there was no other feeling!

However, the boy didn't know that under his abdomen, a cold current was condensing and spreading towards his heart.

The more times he meditated in his heart, the more cold the boy became, and at the same time, his understanding of extreme cold in the poem became more thorough.

Time passed, and it was not until late at night that the boy stopped his movements, looked at the sleeping girl and smiled softly, then he took something from the carpenter's box and kicked it, then changed into a light black dress, and went out of the house alone.

A hint of coldness flashed in the young man's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "It's time to finish!"

The temple village was unusually silent at night, and the bone-chilling cold refrozen the muddy ground during the day.

The snow was still falling uncontrollably, and in the midst of this long snowfall, a dark shadow came to the south of the village, near the Hualong River. I saw that the black shadow did not stop, jumped and hooked the gap by the wall with both hands, and went directly over the wall to enter the hospital, and entered the riverbank, a family that looked very rich.

The black shadow fell to the ground, running in the darkness by the wall, with light steps, each foot falling on the weak spot of the snowflakes to avoid making a sound. He was extremely fast and targeted, and went straight to a large house at the back of the courtyard.

Although it was late at night, the oil lamp was still burning in the house, and two figures in the house could be vaguely seen.

Lu Dayou dragged his greasy body and sat on the chair, looking at the graceful figure on the other side, his eyes were full of greed and lust. As the figure slowly turned around, Lu Dayou also quickly stood up, and the expression on his face changed, replaced by undisguised flattery.

"Holy Maiden, it is said that Na Si Wuzhe has found the supreme treasure of the Xuanlei Sect in the evening. ”

Jun Ruolan's eyebrows condensed slightly, and she said with a hint of surprise: "Where is it?"

"Just east of the village, upstream of the river. Lu Dayou said with a smile, but then said: "It's just that just now, the Yuan family sent a message over and asked the Holy Maiden to go there, saying that there is something to discuss." ”

"When?"

"Now. ”

Jun Ruolan's face changed, and she said with doubts: "What does this Si Wuzhe want to do?"

"What about you, the Holy Maiden?" Lu Dayou asked tentatively.

"Of course I want to go. After that, Jun Ruolan opened the door and prepared to go. Now the Fengyun bag is still in the hands of Si Wuzhe, as long as it is not a weak request, Jun Ruolan does not dare not listen. Even if the two of them are now on the same boat, there will still be a difference between the captain and the crew, and it is obvious that Jun Ruolan is not the captain!

"It's better to let Xiao'er Lu Gui go with you, so that you can take care of it. Jun Ruolan, who had just stepped out, heard Lu Dayou's voice coming from inside the room.

Jun Ruolan bowed, "Okay!"

After a long time, the fat Lu Dayou sneered, and said to himself: "The little saint of the Yunxiao Sect, hum, it's really sad! Good birds choose trees to perch, Jun Ruolan, don't blame me Lu Dayou for being ruthless!"

As soon as Lu Dayou's words fell, suddenly, he turned around sharply to look at the other side, then quickly took a few steps back, and exclaimed, "Who!"

The black shadow outside the house was already standing inside the house at some point, and the whole room was filled with a terrifying murderous aura at the same time.

The black shadow slowly raised his head, revealing a dark and cold face, and looked at Lu Dayou expressionlessly, with a sharp chill in his eyes.

"Little bastard, it turned out to be you!" Lu Dayou saw the appearance of the person who came, and then he was instantly furious, he pointed at the person angrily, and said fiercely: "Yu Mutou, you are really bold, I didn't settle accounts with you, you actually sent it to the door by yourself! Say, what do you want to do?"

Yu Mutou was still expressionless, only to see his sleeves shake, and a small carpenter's carving knife was firmly grasped in his hand, and the carving knife flashed aggressively in this cold night.

Without dragging mud and water at all, Yu Mu rose from the ground and rushed straight towards Lu Dayou, showing his killing intent.

Lu Dayou was shocked when he saw this!

"Thief, you..."

After snorting coldly, Lu Dayou was afraid, turned around and ran. But helplessly, he dragged a fat body and couldn't run away at all.

Speaking of which, Lu Dayou was originally a disciple of the Yunxiao Sect, although he was only a Five Realm Spirit Master, but he was also a genuine monk. But now he has no power to fight back, and the reason is that the suppression of the monks here has become more and more severe over the years. The second is a blow from Granny Ma seven years ago, and it has not improved yet, plus he has been hollowed out by women and greed over the years. At this time, Lu Dayou was actually powerless, just like the fish on the knife board, he could only be slaughtered.

Thinking about it again, his son, the only life talisman of his son, had just been sent out, and Lu Dayou's heart was like ashes in an instant.

"Boom!"

I saw him, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, and Yu Mu followed.

"Don't don't, little wood, let me go, I can tell you a secret! Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Lu Dayou looked at Yu Mutou with a frightened face, trembling all over.

The young man looked coldly at Lu Dayou, who was like a dead man, only listened to the latter, and said timidly: "Back then, back then, it was actually Yuan Mao, Yuan Mao he..."

Before the words fell, Lu Dayou's hands covered his neck, and blood gushed out along his hands and flowed to the ground.

The young man withdrew the carving knife in his hand, his attitude was still cold, and said, "None of them want to live!"

Yu Mutou's trip was to kill people, and Lu Dayou was the first. Originally, I thought that this Lu Dayou could say something valuable, but when he heard Yuan Mao, he lost interest, slashed through the knife, and killed him with one blow.

Because, Yuan Hongqian and Yuan Mao are both on his boy's must-kill list!