readx;??? Ling Yang held Tianbao in his arms and walked along the winding path in the village, straight to the temple halfway up the mountainside, until the road was exhausted, Ling Yang had to walk through the sparse forest, stepping on the thick snow under his feet. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the wilderness of northern winter, the snow is piled up more than a meter thick. The soft snow, which had been whipped by the cold wind for two months, formed a hard shell on the surface, and birds and beasts with a light weight could run on it to their heart's content, but for an adult like Ling Yang, the thin snow shell was not enough to support the weight.

Ling Yang had only taken two steps, his legs had sunk deep in, and every step he took required a huge amount of strength.

Barely wading out a few dozen meters, Ling Yang was almost exhausted, Tianbao had no strength at all, he shouted energetically, urging Ling Yang to go quickly.

Ling Yang sighed: "We are trapped in such an inexplicable place, which is already full of unknown dangers. If you run out of physical strength and really encounter danger, you won't wait for the fight to start, and you will fall first."

Just as he was in a dilemma, a crisp chirp suddenly sounded from behind a huge mountain rock next to him, and four beasts the size of a sika deer rushed out from behind the mountain rock.

Ling Yang fixed his eyes and saw that the little beast was very similar to a wild deer, but there were no spots on its body, its earthy yellow fur, and there was a gap on its lips, like a rabbit, which looked very funny.

The four hooves of this little beast were powerful, but they ran very fast, and they were as fast as the wind, and their hooves stepped on the snow, and before they could sink deeply, they quickly lifted up, leaving only a shallow hoof print, as if flying against the snow.

After all, Ling Yang grew up in the north since he was a child, and he has lived in the countryside with his grandfather for more than ten years, so he can be regarded as having some knowledge, and when he saw a large piece of white hair growing on the buttocks under the tail of the little beast, he finally blurted out: "Roe deer, stupid roe deer"

The cute personality of the stupid robe is completely in line with his honorific name, and he doesn't know how to run when he sees a living person, but he leans over to Ling Yang with great interest, and looks at two strange human beings, one big and one small, curiously. One of them was even bolder, so he simply walked behind Ling Yang, stretched out his tongue and licked Tianbao's outstretched palm, chirped, and burst into joy on the spot.

Tian Bao was itching and giggling, but Ling Yang rolled his eyes and asked Tian Bao with a smile: "Have you ever heard of a ruined old man in foreign countries who likes to give gifts to others, called Santa Claus?"

Ling Yang wandered around the village, finally finding a climbing plow from a straw hut barn, tying a knot, and putting the other end on the bodies of four roe deer. Tianbao slapped her face, giggled, and found a small copper bell out of nowhere, tied it to the neck of one of the roe deer, and made a pleasant jingle sound when she took a step.

Ling Yang broke off a branch, pointed in the direction leading to the outside of the village, and shouted in high spirits: "Christmas sleigh, go, hey, hey, stop in the opposite direction, stop for me."

Ling Yang waved the branch in his hand and whistled out a whistling sound in the air, like blowing the horn of progress, and the four roe deer hooves and wrists flew up, pulling the climbing plow and galloping. It's just that the roe deer don't seem to have a sense of direction at all, and they didn't run out of the village at all according to Ling Yang's intentions. Instead, he turned around and ran halfway up the mountain.

Tianbao just felt fresh and fun, as if she was in a fairy tale world covered in silver, and she didn't care which direction the sleigh was going, she was screaming and making trouble with joy, and her slap was red.

Ling Yang wanted to leave the sleigh, but then his pupils shrank, and he noticed that the eyes of the four roe deer were covered with a faint layer of shadow, flashing with a strange light. Ling Yang immediately knew that these four stupid little guys must have been manipulated by others, and if there was no big accident, there should be a "drive" similar to Gao Eleven hiding nearby.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided"

Ling Yang was relieved, anyway, he had already been imprisoned in a trap made of snow, so he simply came to see what tricks these people who were hidden in the shadows could come up with.

Even though he had already let it out, Ling Yang couldn't help but secretly regret it. As the largest sect in the rivers and lakes, there are countless disciples in the door, and there must be good and bad, and there may be people with ill intentions. Ling Yang recklessly took out the Pixiu Talisman, such a crucial token in the important gate, may have been targeted by the bad guys, calculating to kill people and seize treasures and replace them.

Ling Yang didn't know at all that the Pixiu Talisman was a token of the head of the sect that had been passed down from generation to generation, and although it was very important, it didn't fall into the hands of any one person, and it could make the disciples respond to it.

Once Ling Yang used the Pixiu Talisman, the person who received the order would definitely contact Ihana through various channels. After determining Ling Yang's true identity, he will willingly obey orders. Ihanna's approach is actually to gradually transition her prestige to Ling Yang, paving the way for Ling Yang to command the heroes in the future. The twists and turns of the process involve many complicated rivers and lakes, how could it be that Ling Yang could imagine.

The four nimble herbivorous beasts pulled up the sleigh effortlessly, Tianbao was so excited that her little face turned red, but Ling Yang stood on the sled, trying to maintain his body balance, looking at the yellow-walled temple that was getting closer and closer, it seemed to be leisurely and complacent, but he had already begun to secretly concentrate on guard.

As the saying goes: look at the mountains and run dead horses.

From the base of the mountain, the temple seems to be not far away, and when it comes to running, even if the sleigh is like flying, it can run for half an hour. In the thick nostrils of the four roe deer, they constantly spew out hot air, but as if they had eaten stimulants, they tirelessly flew with their hooves, rolled up the big fluffy soft and cold snow foam, which was white and clear, and wrapped the whole sleigh in it, like a dream, like a fairy traveling in the wind, very beautiful.

After galloping for a long time, I finally came to a place not far in front of the temple, and the snow on the ground seemed to have been cleared, revealing the color of oily black frozen soil. In front of the temple grows two large banyan trees with thick trunks, which are large enough for many people to surround them. I don't know how many years the banyan tree has grown, there is a mound of knotted roots exposed to the ground, covered with dark green moss, it seems that when the temperature drops sharply, it is suddenly frozen, and it is still verdant, adding a rare vitality to the paleness of the field.

Stepping on the solid ground under their feet, the four little beasts finally didn't have to run desperately, and their speed suddenly slowed down. The color of persistence in his eyes has gradually receded, and the gray shadow covering the surface of his eyeballs has suddenly disappeared. The little beasts finally stopped, and fell to the ground, panting, obviously exhausted.

Ling Yang couldn't bear it, he took out a dagger from his boots, cut the knot on the neck of the little beast, and the little beasts had to get rid of their freedom, and scattered under the tree, eating the moss on the roots of the tree, with a leisurely attitude, and they were at ease.

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