Before officially landing on the glacier, Shengheng first crossed his hands on his chest as if he were facing a great enemy, muttered a long verse in his mouth, then knelt on one knee five times, and then walked towards Yunyang with a dagger and a fierce face, and quickly cut off a strand of her hair as she was stunned. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 He also cut off a strand of his own hair, he clasped the two strands of hair in the palm of his hand, put them on his forehead and recited another verse before raising his big hand and letting the hair drift away with the wind.

Yun Yang guessed that this was probably some kind of shamanic ritual of begging for peace. But the more Shengheng is like this, the more Yunyang feels uneasy. She had known Seung-heng for so long, and she had never seen him pray anything about shamanism, and no matter what kind of dangerous situations she saw, this person always looked like he didn't care at all, so much so that Yunyang thought that he didn't believe in any religion at all.

Today, he recited the scriptures for the first time, and Yun Yang had a faint sense of how difficult their journey would be.

After reciting the scriptures, Shengheng did not have the slightest joy on his face that he was protected by God, but there was a kind of solemnity that was kicked away by God, and no one could point to it. He took out a brand-new dagger from his boots, and disintegrated the dagger that looked like one into four in an instant like a trick in front of Yunyang, and Yunyang, who was wide-eyed, didn't even see how he split it! As soon as Yunyang wanted to ask a question, she bumped into Shengheng's impatient eyes, and she had to pretend to turn a blind eye and didn't care - no matter how many it could be divided into several, into eight hundred and sixty, wouldn't it also be a dagger?

Without allowing her to think too much, Shengheng used a dagger to cut off a large piece from the front of his shirt, and then tore the cloth into strips of rags. Yun Yang Zheng wondered: "Isn't there a rope already tied around your waist, why do you still tear strips of cloth, is it difficult to strengthen it?" ”

After Shengheng tore off the strip of cloth, he walked to Yunyang's side and squatted down, and tied the two daggers to Yunyang's two leather boots with the strip of cloth.

Yunyang thought that this was the end of the matter, and when he was about to step on the glacier with a look of death, he was dragged back by Shengheng. He took Yunyang's hand and began to tie two other daggers to her hands.

Yunyang saw that he was tied quite carefully, so that her hands were a little strangled, and she protested dissatisfied. Shengheng turned a deaf ear and still went his own way.

Yunyang, who was a little more understanding, said tentatively: "When you get to the glacier in a while, you need to climb with your hands and feet?" ”

"What do you think?" Shengheng said without raising his head.

Yun Yang didn't have anything to say at this time, she could only look down at Shengheng's big dark hand with distinct knots, dragging the strip of cloth and flying up and down in front of her eyes. Shengheng's hands were very large, and there were some fine cracks on the back of his hands that were frostbitten, although the nails were covered with healthy flesh red, but the fingers were dirty, and there were ten black arcs on the sides of the nails. His fingertips were bare, and the shape of his armor was flat like Yun Yang had never seen before, like a herdsman's face wrapped tightly in the wind and snow, only the part above the nose was exposed, flat but resolute.

At this time, Shengheng held Yunyang's hand, and he was also surprised in his heart. Although she had been in the wasteland for a while, she had not left any traces of the cold on her hands. Not to mention the cracks of frostbite, even the folds were few, the nails were transparent and clean, the pink that showed through was as tender as the tongue of a newborn lamb, her skin was so white, even shiny, as charming and soft as ghee made from mare's milk, he even wondered if he would pull this hand over and nibble on it if he was hungry on the glacier......

Yun Yang saw him staring at his hand, his eyes were gloomy again, thinking that under the contrast of black and white, Shengheng was annoyed again. So she hurriedly comforted: "Don't be surprised, in the future, you don't always wipe your hands with snow, wash a little with soap, and you will be like my hands." ”

Rao is Shengheng was cold, and he couldn't help grinning at this time, he looked at Yunyang with complicated eyes: "Did Xiaoya work you?" How can you be trained like this, saying stupid things at every turn, thinking that you haven't been out of the cabinet yet? ”

Although Yunyang didn't understand why it was involved with Zhao Yuan again, Shengheng always said that he was stupid, but he was so harsh that he couldn't do it. She pouted angrily and said, "Have you done it, let's set off quickly." Even if I always talk stupidly, I don't want to talk to people who don't talk to them! ”

Seeing Yunyang, who was already pleasant, Shengheng choked with himself again, and regretted a little in his heart that he didn't choose what to say just now. He didn't speak, just tied the last knot seriously, and then let go of Yunyang's hand and said, "Let's go." Remember to use the dagger on your toes to snap first on slippery ice. ”

Yunyang wanted to agree, but when he thought that he was so unreasonable just now, he twisted his neck and ignored him at all.

Shengheng didn't care about her attitude, he walked in with a serious expression, and when he encountered ravines and slippery places, he would remind him, and he didn't care whether Yun Yang ignored him or not.

Walking to the top of the glacier, Yunyang really felt that the surface of this thousand-year-old giant ice was so smooth, the color was so blue, and it was so cold to the touch.

At first, the road was relatively gentle, both of them could walk on their legs, and after walking for a mile or two, the ice gradually became steeper, and Seungheng and Yunyang could only crawl forward with their hands and feet. In this position, Yunyang understood why Seungheng insisted on tying a dagger to her, because even if it wasn't slippery, it was much better to touch the ice with a dagger than with his hands. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to walk a few hundred steps, and Yunyang's hands would be frozen.

After climbing for a long time, Yunyang only felt that the ice in front of him was getting more and more blue, and there were some round bubbles sealed inside, which seemed to be slowly surging. This scene is too fantastical, Yunyang can't help but stare at those bubbles twice, and the more he looks, the more he feels that the blue in front of him is so deep and unfathomable, endless. She glanced back at the sky covered with gray-white clouds, there was no sun, no brilliance, but it seemed like an earthly world on the side of chaos, and the endless blue that she herself was clinging to at the moment was where the real sky was......

"If this is really the sky, then why use both hands and feet, when the gods ascend, aren't they all fluttering clothes and riding the wind? Maybe if I let go of my hand, I will be able to soar in this blue......" Yunyang is like a demon, and he is more and more convinced that he is floating in the sky now, and the place behind him is the earth.

Out of some volition, she slowly released one hand from the ice, followed by the other......