According to the day, Mao Qing came to the Lingxi Snow Mountain in the south.

She sighed heavily, staring at the white mist that came out and wondering, how kind of masochistic tendencies did the person she met want to come to such a ghost place?

Complaining is complaining, she still obediently nests in a must-go halfway up the mountain, quietly waiting for the so-called destined person.

The snowflakes disturbed the sight, and Mao Qing had to probe the surrounding popularity from time to time in a state of contemplation.

It's just that for a long time, I didn't notice any living creatures within a radius of ten miles.

Could it be that he was deceived by that immortal again? Hao Qing thought so, and yawned heavily.

Boredom, no matter what it was, he grabbed a small white flower beside him and put it in his mouth and chewed it idly.

This year-round white scene becomes more and more sleepy the more I look at it, and when the white flowers are eaten clean, the clear eyelids begin to droop disobediently again.

In fact, apart from sleeping, the most unbearable thing for Mao Qing is this quiet environment. She actually understood in her heart that this was a weakness that she had not cultivated to become an immortal for four thousand years.

This immortal cultivator originally pays attention to a mind without distractions, and meditation becomes empty.

However, as long as she calmed down, a black shadow would pop out of thin air in her mind.

It had been so long that she could barely remember the shape of the shadow. It's just that this long-standing habit has left something indelible in her heart.

She had no way of knowing what those things were or what they meant.

The spirit was in a trance, but with a cup of tea, she nested peacefully in the snowy land and fell asleep again.

The snow was as white as cotton, slowly falling on her body, accumulating thicker and thicker.

Mao Qing suddenly felt that his breathing was blocked, sat up in shock, coughed, and woke up for eight minutes.

looked at the darkening sky, shook the heavy snow on his body, and looked at it, but his heart was shocked.

I don't know when, there was already a popular dispersion not far away, but the breath was so faint that it was almost the tail of a candle flame.

I was shocked to realize that I had made a big mistake, and that kind of life had not yet met...

Panicked so much that he couldn't even use the spell of teleportation at close range, he stumbled, fell a few times, and finally arrived at the place.

used the housekeeping skills of punching holes, and dug people out with their bare hands.

The trembling hand was pressed under Mo Yi's nose, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he still had a faint breath, and he did not go to Hades to report, and he was still clean and clean, and he did not add any sins.

relieved his anxious expression, he twisted his fingers, cast a spell, found a sheltered cave, and settled Mo Yi there.

I picked up a clean place and made a fire. Mao Qing ruthlessly plucked a small handful of rabbit fur and covered his body with soft fur.

After completing this series of actions, Mao Qing carefully looked at the person he saved.

His face was dusty, and he couldn't see clearly, but he felt clear.

Long inky hair, a tall nose bridge, thin and lightly pursed lips, sword eyebrows slightly frowned, long eyes closed, and cheeks with abnormal pink due to feverish heat.

Miqing lifted his wrist and examined his frostbite closely, almost using all his life's learning to heal it.

After a long time, he moved to Mo Yi's left leg, a little annoyed and regretful, because his leg was finally delayed.

Mao Qingzi knocked his head, and Liu Ye's eyebrows were tightly locked. If I had known that today, I would have worked harder to learn more spells in the past!

I tried to heal with mana again, but I was almost exhausted, but I didn't change at all.

Mao Qing finally gave up, sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave, put his hands into orchid fingers, slowly exhaled, and began to try to recover his energy by meditating.

And in this quiet silence, with the beating firelight, Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes.

I feel that my body is very light, the hair quilt on my top is very warm, and the sweet smell of burning bamboo and wood lingers on the tip of my nose, as if lying on the other side of the clouds.

No troubles, no sorrows. Yourself, are you dead?

Looking up, the firelight carried shadows on the stone wall of the cave roof. The cold and blurry black shadow dissolved in the orange light, and he squinted slightly, thinking that there would be no shadow of the dead, so who saved him?

He tilted his head and looked around, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the cave.

As far as the eye could see, a strange woman with black hair and green clothes was sitting there with her eyes closed.

The skin is like coagulated fat, and the collar is like a grub. The slight cold wind stirred the clothes under her knees, fluttering and misty, like a fairy who was about to ride the wind.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, then struggled to sit up and looked more carefully.

The hole wasn't big, and most of the snow seemed to be deliberately blocked by her, and only a little light could be seen from her side.

He stood up slowly, the hair was sliding off his body, but he didn't feel cold.

For the cold pale had been cut by her behind her, and now all that remained with him was the light that warmed his heart.

The snow fell gently on her hair like a pale white pear blossom, and quickly melted away because of the slightly higher temperature in the cave, leaving some traces of moisture.

Under the slight firelight, her quiet face was like the delicate peach blossoms of light spring, inexplicably stirring up a trace of waves in Mo Yi's heart.

Whether this situation was a dream or a reality, he couldn't tell the difference.

He smiled to himself, feeling that his luck had been too good recently, and he could always meet nobles to help him when he was down.

In a daze, he took a step forward, and as soon as his left foot hit the ground, he felt a piercing pain and almost fell.

In a panic, he stabilized his figure, raised his eyes, and met the strange woman's eyes, but saw that there was a sudden flow of brilliance in her dark eyes.

"Mo Yi?" Fang Qing, who had woken up from his meditation, looked at him fixedly, tentatively evoking the unfamiliar name.

Hearing the two words that came out of her mouth, my heart was inexplicably stunned. It didn't seem like the first time, but I can't remember when I had ever heard such a voice.

He opened his lips slightly, but only lightly responded with the word 'um'.

Mao Qing smiled kindly, and thought with a little excitement in his heart: You are really my magic weapon to become an immortal!

So, she happily squatted down, dragged her cheeks, and looked at this 'baby bump' in a natural blank manner.

The black hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the seemingly silent jade-gray eyes are so deep that they can't be seen, and they seem to hide the light of thousands of stars, making people unable to take their eyes off.

It turns out that mortals can be so good-looking...

Inexplicably, blushing slightly, Mao Qing finally took his eyes off his face and landed on the ankle of his left foot that he held down with one hand.

The sense of frustration came up again, and he lowered his head and whispered, "You already feel it, right?

"Can't walk?" Mo Yi interrupted her and asked, her voice so calm that she seemed to be asking about something that had nothing to do with her.

Mao Qing immediately waved his hand and shook it: "That's not going to happen! It's just that it might be lame... It's all my fault for delaying the time to save you..."

After saying that, he hung his head as if he had done something wrong, and his hands kept twisting the corners of his clothes.

Realizing such a result, and clearly perceiving the numbness in his feet, Mo Yi just said calmly: "That's okay." ”

Is that okay?

Her eyes almost popped out.

Mo Yi nodded and slowly explained, "You saved my life, I should thank you." It's just a limp and you can walk, so what?"

After a slight pause, Fu turned the subject elsewhere: "Where is this place, and why did you save my life?"

After hearing this, Mao Qing immediately sat upright, put on a self-confessed immortal look, and said: "This is Lingxi Snow Mountain, I am entrusted by Si Ming Xingjun, I am here to help you fulfill your heart's wish, you can call me Mao Qing." ”

"Si Ming Xingjun?" Mo Yi thought of the white-bearded old man, frowned, and said, "Since you are an immortal in the heavenly realm, why do you want to help me as a mortal?"

Maybe it's because you've accumulated a lot of merit in your previous life, or maybe it's just that Xingjun looks at you and doesn't have to. As he spoke, he nodded firmly.

"In this way, the life of the immortals is leisurely!" Mo Yi said this easily, but for some reason there was some sharp brilliance in his eyes.

Mao Qing couldn't help but stick out his tongue, thinking, why don't you think so, otherwise why would everyone want to become an immortal?

"So, is the girl a fairy under the Celestial Star Monarch?" Mo Yi continued to ask.

"Not yet!" "Mao Qing touched the back of his head embarrassedly, "It's still a... Belch... Genie. However, when I have fulfilled your heart's wish and my merits have been completed, I will be able to become an immortal. So, tell me the purpose of your coming to the Snow Mountain, and I will be able to achieve the Tao after helping you, don't delay my time!"

Mo Yi nodded, although he didn't know why he had obtained this benefit for nothing, he still informed Mao Qing of the purpose of this trip.

"What does the thousand-year-old snow lotus look like?" asked Mao Qing anxiously.

"I've never seen it either. But Shangxian once said that there is only such a plant on this Lingxi Snow Mountain, so he is not afraid of admitting his mistake. Mo Yi recalled.

Mao Qing rubbed his chin, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and he muttered: "How can there be only one kind? Before I saved you, I also picked a small white flower and ate it as a snack..."

Mo Yi also frowned and looked over, the two looked at each other, and finally realized what the problem was!

Mao Qing patted his head in annoyance, the small white flower that he would never take and chew casually was the rare thousand-year-old snow lotus?

Squinting at Mo Yi, Mao Qing finally spread his hands embarrassedly, and said hesitantly: "You can't blame me, how did I know that kind of unsightly, dull little flower would be a thousand-year-old snow lotus! And, you see, I've already eaten it... I guess it's all turned into scum, I just want to spit it out to you, and it's powerless!"

Mo Yi didn't blame her, but the look in his eyes was a little dim. This whole thing, with its ups and downs, has worn his heart dull.

Seeing him like this, Mao Qing was also very uncomfortable in his heart.

She tried to pull his sleeve and looked at him pitifully: "Don't be so depressed!

Mo Yi's expression moved, and he raised his eyes to look at her.

Seeing that it worked, Mao Qing immediately smiled and comforted him even harder: "Even if there is really only such a flower, I will find other ways to heal your mother." If you really can't do it, it's a big deal that you'll stew me! I've been practicing for 4,000 years... Belch... Elves, it's no worse than the snow lotus that is only a thousand years old, right?"

Mo Yi's dark eyes lit up again, like a small flame, staring at Mao Qing scorchingly, almost burning her: "So, what is your original body?"

What exactly is your original incarnation?

Mao Qing pursed her lips, her brows furrowed.