It's so capricious.

It's that straightforward.

Don't ask me why.

Ask for tickets, ask for tickets, ask for tickets.

……

------Off topic------

In the legend of the Great Wilderness, if you make a wish for a meteor, you can get the mercy of God.

He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together for a moment, and suddenly wanted to make a wish.

He frowned and looked up at the sky, of course there was no one in the sky, only a meteor flew by, a beam of chasing light, and it crossed the sky in an instant.

"Look, three flying men!" She pointed to the sky and waved her hand loudly, "Little perspective! Man's wife! Cake girl! Don't run! Sister is here! Over here! ”

He stared at her earlobe, white and round, like jade and moonlight.

"yes, it's beautiful."

The clouds occasionally moved, revealing a touch of moonlight, vague and mottled red, like an unclean bloodband.

"Look, the moon is so beautiful!"

Where she is, there is no starlight.

"yes, it's so bright."

He looked up at the sky, and it wasn't a good night to-night, except for the eternal haze clouds to the northwest, there were only a few faint stars overhead, which flickered and disappeared in the gaps in the clouds.

"Look, the stars are so bright!"

The drunken brain is always knotted, and she can't comb it out, so she has to stagger, turning east and west to look at the stars behind his back.

Where it looks, where it doesn't look like.

Drunk and backing people......

As she carried him on her back, a strange feeling suddenly flowed through her heart - she felt that this scene, as if, maybe, as if, had happened?

"Oh." She stood up and carried him on her back.

"We're going to see the night view." He reminded her, "I can't see you if you're blocking me like this." ”

"Huh?" Jing Hengbo held his head and thought for a long time, it seemed that there was something like this, "Oh ......"

On her back, Mr. Mu smiled shyly and slightly evilly, "You carried me out." You said take me out to see the night view. ”

Suddenly there was an extra person behind her, lying on her back, and she turned around stupidly, "Hey, why are you here too?" ”

She decided to run farther away to get some air, dodged and got out of the carriage, already under a hillside far from the battlefield.

Jing Hengbo looked up at the roof of the car, the roof of the car was turning, looking at the ground, the ground was also spinning, and people were dizzy on all sides, as if this cramped space was going to squeeze people to the point of breathlessness.

Wang Jin and the others were still fighting, and they were still glad that the Orion's daughter was well-behaved, knowing that she couldn't hide in the carriage and couldn't get out, as for those assassins who were unlucky when they approached the carriage, Wang Jin naturally thought that they were all "Yingbai" hands, and he admired the combat effectiveness of the queen's generals even more.

She still knows that she can't rush to the battlefield to shoot, first, anyway, why should someone block the knife and cheapen them; Second, she regained her original appearance at night, and as soon as she appeared, she showed her stuff.

She has a problem, she likes to exercise when she is drunk, she likes to jump and jump and yell, and she naturally turns her head to sleep when she is tired.

Xu is this killing battlefield, and among the assassins on all sides, there is a different kind of excitement; Maybe it's the war between fennel beans and beef, which has no interest in attracting her attention, and maybe it's this Mr. Mu, who has the ability to let go of her guard unconsciously, and maybe the tortoiseshell situation is too much for her to pay attention to, anyway, inexplicably, she is drunk again.

Jing Hengbo was drunk again.

……

"So......" Jian Zhizhuo smiled lightly and solemnly, with a faint malice flashing in his eyes, "Someone has led the troubled waters to us, and we can naturally lead them back." Her Majesty the Queen, Mr. Mu, wait for the move from the Nine Heavenly Gates! ”

"I see......"

"Don't forget, the news that the queen is connected with us, and we are besieged, and Yingbai is separated because of this. We know the truth ourselves, the Thirteen Taibao have never been in contact with the Queen, and someone is spreading false news to direct the spearhead at us. So the joints are fake, the siege is fake, and Yingbai is fake. Who is the person who needs an escort at this time? Only Mr. Mu, who was seriously injured and betrayed and hunted down by his subordinates! ”

"What do you mean?"

"Who said that the group of people from the Rakshasa Gate escorted Yingbai?" Jian Zhizhuo laughed mockingly.

"That's not right!" Qu Shaohong suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed, "Didn't Mr. Mu be seriously injured by Lei Shengyu's betrayal when he was washing the soup pool in the Jade Building, and his whereabouts are unknown?" Escorted by the Rakshasa Gate, didn't you say that it was Yingbai under the queen? What are you doing pointing the people from the Gate of Heaven to Yingbai's group? ”

"We have endured for many years and are willing to be at the bottom of the tortoiseshell forces, so we must not allow a new force to emerge at a critical moment to compete with us for the final fruits of victory." Jian Zhizhuo said lightly, "Whether there is a Heavenly Gate or not, I will do it, sooner or later." ”

"Really?" Qu Shaohong's expression was a little incredulous.

"Tianmen wants to save face, and he refuses to say that he is looking for Yeluqi, but only points out one characteristic, and I just said that Mr. Mu of the Shadow Pavilion seems to be a bit like the person Tianmen is looking for. I'm not sure, Tianmen found it by itself, if it's not right, what does it have to do with me? Jian Zhizhuo smiled gently and slyly, "As for why he pointed to the Shadow Pavilion instead of the more powerful Three Doors and Four Alliances, it is because I think that compared to the Three Doors and Four Alliances, this inconspicuous Shadow Pavilion is the opponent we need to be most careful about in the future." ”

"So you're targeting Mr. Mu in the Shadow Pavilion? Let the people of Tianmen mistakenly think that Mr. Mu is Yeluqi? But what if the people of Tianmen find out that something is wrong? And why do you attach so much importance to the Shadow Pavilion, you must get rid of the Shadow Pavilion first? Isn't it good for you to shift your target to the Sky Gate? Lingxiaomen has been oppressing us for a long time. ”

Qu Shaohong closed his mouth and stared at him with blazing eyes, Jian Zhizhuo smiled a little helplessly, and said softly: "What Tianmen is looking for is Yeluqi, saying that Yeluqi has violated their dignity and must be punished." But the people of Tianmen have never seen Yeluqi. ”

"Big brother, be careful that the wall has ears." Jian Zhizhuo smiled warmly.

"Don't you ......" Qu Shaohong looked at his smile, as if he suddenly understood something, "You are borrowing a knife to kill people!" ”

Jian Zhizhuo smiled, in the flickering candlelight, his smile was unpredictable.

He thought for a while, and then said, "You said that Tianmen, an out-of-world sect, has never been involved in fireworks in the world. Why did you suddenly send someone down the mountain to find trouble with an ordinary Jianghu force? ”

"You're right." Qu Zhihong immediately took the booklet away with a little uneasiness, "Looking at the indifference of the disciples of the sect that day, it is not like some kind of affectionate and righteous person, just a small favor, and he gave such a thank you gift." It doesn't necessarily mean that you have good intentions. ”

"This kind of sect's foundation building method is different from other families." Jian Zhizhuo said, "It is generally extremely cruel, especially if the Heavenly Gate is pure and has few desires, there must be an exclusive cultivation method of ruthlessness and forbearance. Mortals like you and me, who don't have enough foundation and need to roll in the red dust, it's better not to be able to practice their mental methods. Beware of going mad. ”

This is the meaning of Jian Zhizhuo of the second Taibao, he advocates Taoguang and obscurity, and kills with one blow.

It is said to be the private property of the jade nobles, but in fact it is one of the many hidden private properties of the Thirteen Taibao, the Thirteen Taibao for many years, in the tortoiseshell tribes of the last place, but few people know that their private property, in the tortoiseshell can be called the first, but a lot of private property, are recorded in the name of others.

"Why?" Qu Shaohong, the eldest Taibao in the Thirteen Taibao, was a little reluctant to put down the sword book in his hand.

Sitting opposite him was a plainly dressed man, with a clean temperament and a gloomy look, he shook his head slightly, and said, "Big brother, what they gave, I advise you not to learn casually." ”

The light was in the hands of a middle-aged man, he was lighting the lamp, carefully looking at an old booklet, and after reading it for a long time, he couldn't help but shake his head and exclaim: "Sure enough, it is worthy of being a sect outside the world!" It's so amazing to take it out casually! ”

At this time, the manor was also dark and dreary, and no one seemed to have it, only those with excellent eyesight could notice that in the depths of the manor, there were sporadic lights flickering.

Everyone in the nearby village knows that this is the property of a noble man from the Jade Department, who rarely comes, and usually the manor is empty.

A manor near Shangyuan City stands in a slightly grey mist unique to tortoiseshells.

The icy wind of the snow-capped mountains can't blow the dark tortoiseshell.

……

“…… I'm going to deliver a message to ...... I don't believe I can't find him...... He's alive...... He must still be alive...... This supreme sect and the future foundation are all his ...... How could he not live! ”

The bed board was still vibrating gently, vaguely mixed with ambiguous gasps, and between breaths, her voice floated out intermittently.

She suddenly rushed forward, knocking down the people in the tent, and a dull sound sounded, as if someone was beating the bed board, and the curtain shook, and the slightly exposed gap slowly closed, faintly revealing a touch of snow-white hair.

There was no movement in the tent.

"You say I don't care about the kids at all? You say I'm just making excuses? Well? You don't trust your wife so much, protecting your brother? ”

Her body suddenly paused, as if she heard some heart-wrenching words, and after a while, the voice finally sounded fiercely.

She opened the tent, climbed in, held the faces of the people inside with both hands, and said sadly: "Murong, our only child, because he is gone, how do you want me to like him?" ”

There was still no sound on the bed.

She put the teacup aside, stood up, walked quickly to the bed, and opened the curtain slightly, a little intense, but her tone was still calm: "Yes, I don't like Murong." He was our relative, very close by blood, but I can never forget ......," she paused, "...... Because of him, we lost our children. ”

She suddenly laughed, "You're right." Yes, I am pretending to be public and private, I did it on purpose, I just deliberately punished Murong, what? ”

There was no response.

"Oh, what do you ask?" She said lightly, "Of course it's a lack of work." Although he is your younger brother, the door rules are the door rules, and the younger brother has to follow the rules, right? ”

There was no response.

She nodded and said, "Okay, if you don't see it, you won't see it." Oh, by the way," she said as if she suddenly remembered, "I almost forgot to tell you that I punished Murong today." ”

There was no response.

She took a few sips to herself, held the empty cup for a while, and said, "Murong asked you today, do you want to see him?" ”

There was no response.

She sat down at the table, poured herself a cup of tea, held it in her hand, and said, "Are you thirsty, do you want to drink it?" ”

There was no response.

She took off her cloak casually, like all wives who returned home, "I'm back." ”

Inside the tent, there was a figure of a person.

The flower tent on the bed looks a little cheesy, and this kind of tent used by folk couples to ask for children is hung here, full of a feeling of incompatibility.

It looks like the most ordinary couple's bedroom, but the sun's rays can never be seen through the window, and the night pearl hidden in the gap between the wooden planks above the head replaces the light.

It is still decorated by ordinary people, with beds, tables, windows and even kitchens and clean rooms.

At the end of the road, she stood still.

The pace is slow, the pace is gentle, but it does not stop.

All the way down, all the way down.

She walked into a rustic-looking cabin, pushed open the door, and walked inside, and then inside.

……

The sky is lit up by the reflection of the snow, and the place is full of flowers and peaceful like a fairyland.

The foxes in the garden flew around in fright, and from time to time a white fox fell silently and died.

Some people are silent, some sneer, and some eyes flash.

Her figure disappeared into the depths of the flowers, and everyone let out a long breath and slowly raised their heads.

"Sect Master, everything is fine, you are ready."

She didn't stop, she didn't look back.

There was still silence all around, but the atmosphere was suddenly a little more solemn, and the purple milk vetch in the garden fell faster.

The two sentences are a bit weird and sound unrelated.

Seeing that she was about to turn the corner, the man who was previously known as Murong suddenly raised his voice and said, "Dare to ask Madame, how is the sect master doing recently?" The time for the great achievement of the gods is near, and we should prepare gifts as soon as possible to congratulate the sect master. ”

In her natural garden, there are flowers of all colors, but she always stays only under the purple flowers.

The snow-white skirt brushed the purple flowers, and the purple milk vetch petals of the skirt fell, and the petals moved gently with her steps, and in a few turns, they turned into a mist of purple and disappeared.

She stood up, and the rest of the group took a step back, knowing that this was the end of the conversation.

"Yes."

"Le Shan Tang suddenly appeared," the woman spoke without a look of hesitation or hesitation, and her thinking was as if she had made a decision, "order someone to observe it, and if there is any wrongdoing, immediately eradicate it." ”

Everyone nodded their heads in deep agreement.

"The stewardship was impeccable. As for whether the rich merchant was targeted or not, whether he targeted it or not, he affected the continuation of the Tianmen Sect, which is a capital crime. ”

"Are there any anomalies in the stewards? Could this person have acted intentionally against us? ”

"The Shen Tie Jade Department close to us, and the Ji Kingdom and Mengguo, have recently appeared a 'Leshan Hall' to take in abandoned babies and homeless teenagers. It is said that it was done by a wealthy merchant from the Shang Kingdom, and the original intention was just to do good, but it affected Tianmen's plan. I was about to ask my wife to ask the sect master on my behalf whether to impose sanctions on the church. ”

"Why?"

"Yes." The man looked down, feeling that she seemed to be in a bad mood today, "A little bit is not going well." It is becoming more and more difficult to find children with excellent roots, and even abandoned babies are rarely found. The steward who went down the mountain to handle this matter did not act as smoothly as he did at the beginning. ”

"If there is a follow-up, don't say it's nothing."

She asked casually, but others didn't dare to answer casually, and immediately someone said, "It's nothing." Just ......"

"What's changed at Yamashita lately?" After a while, she asked again seemingly casually.

There was another burst of silence.

"Nangong." She said expressionlessly, "If you say such hypocrisy, you don't need to say it." ”

Everyone was silent, and someone whispered, "He will." He should be grateful that we have fulfilled our duty to protect. ”

"Don't say you should." She interrupted.

"Yes, I heard that he has restricted the queen's authority, so he should have planned something......"

"He's still in Dige lately?"

"Yes." The person who answers is more careful.

"It's good news that there is no deterioration. Summoned to him, he stepped up. At the mention of this "him", her tone was slightly gloomy.

"Yes."

"We didn't need to save that family's life, but their martial arts were of the same origin as ours, and the backlash they suffered could be our fate in the future. Tell the medicine industry to be more attentive and need to increase manpower at any time. ”

"But the rest of the toxins were found."

"Didn't you say that you have already found a solution from the bones of the sunken coffin?"

"Maintained. No one died for the time being, but ...... It is not ruled out that there is still a possibility of death. ”

She let out a faint "um", and suddenly said, "What's going on with the medicine world?" ”

A middle-aged man bowed slightly, "Yes, my subordinates will go to the torture hall to take responsibility later." ”

"Death is death." She said even more angrily, "Murong, you didn't do this properly. ”

The wind will cover the soil, and the flowers will bloom more beautifully next year.

The fox in mid-air was stunned, and then fell down and fell under the deep purple flowers, where there was a pit at some point, and the fox fell into the pit.

She watched the fox run away, flicking her fingers without any fire.

He stroked the fox's hand, but then regained his composure, but the fox seemed to be suddenly frightened, and hissed outward. On the top of his head, there was a cluster of dark purple flowers, and many flowers and leaves were broken.

"Seven Peaks Mountain." The voice of the person who replied cautiously, "Together with all the subordinate ...... that I brought with me"

"Where is the named disciple missing?"

"Yes." Someone replied respectfully, "Another outer disciple has been sent to the tortoiseshell." ”

"The Named Disciple is missing?"

A fox rubbed on her hand lovingly, and she touched its head.

A pair of snow-white hands reached over and carefully removed the flowers and leaves, as if tidying up their clothes was much more important than waiting for a reply.

The debriefing has come to an end, and everyone is waiting for the verdict.

On the opposite side of the skirt, there are many pairs of boots close together, a gesture of reporting business.

The skirts are blown by the wind, and the dandelions are scattered leisurely, and compared with the tension on the top of the mountain, the atmosphere here is leisurely.

There are also many white foxes in the flowers, so many that people think that the white foxes of the whole wilderness have been raised here. Those foxes have been kept in captivity for a long time, and they all look gentle and delicate, their big snow-white tails that cover their dark eyes, and they leap lightly among the flowers, like a fluffy soft cloud, covering the grass, and in their snow-white skirts.

The lake water here is very clear, the grass is like a blanket, the flowers do not bloom in the garden, they bloom everywhere, the flowers of winter and spring, are crowded together next to each other, making people admire the fairy spirit on the top of the mountain at the same time, but also can't help but wonder, this may be the real fairy land.

There are four seasons on the snow-capped mountains, with winter at the top and spring at the bottom.

……

He was disappointed and sighed: "One year is not as good as one year!" ”

All are dead.

He walked up the mountain, and half an hour later, his men pulled the newly upholstered babies out of the snow and were testing their breathing one by one.

……

But did he succeed?

Others have the lives of others, and we are all mediocre people, who can only obey the strict fate.

He thought of his brother who had pierced his heart with a sword, and sighed slightly in his heart.

He is the taboo and insurmountable of the sect, and the figure of a lone sword back then covered everyone's hearts like a shadow. The proud sect, because he has been deeply humiliated for a hundred years, so far the whole sect has tacitly kept this matter secret.

He not only went down to the foot of the snow-capped mountain, but even walked out of the foot of the mountain and walked towards the more distant wilderness.

He began to walk up the mountain again, cycling the way he had walked, and when he walked back, he suddenly remembered the person who walked down the mountain for the first time in the history of the snow-capped mountain.

He felt that the person who could completely transfer this needle must be the strongest, most stoic, and most unshakable man in the world.

He leaned against the ice wall, and it took a while to calm down the severe pain in his body, and every time he pulled out the needle, it was like torture, making them feel unbearable for those of the sect who had experienced the pain.

Has anyone succeeded? He didn't know. He wished he was one.

The needle cannot be completely pulled out of the body, and after a long time, it is important to peel it off. All the people who secretly pull out the needle just want to move the needle to another part that doesn't matter, it's better than to be stuck there and suffer day and night.

This method was obtained from the old man in the door at a great cost. It is extremely difficult to remove the needle because it is difficult to control the trajectory of the needle, and it is easy to puncture the internal organs. It is said that many of the people in the door who died violently were unsuccessful in quietly pulling out the needle.

He is still far from pulling the needle out of the vital part, but he believes that in his lifetime, there is always hope to do it.

This made him a little happy, and he felt that this time it was progressing rapidly, and he could only move a strand of hair in the past.

Investigating again with his True Qi, he found that the needle had moved up about the distance of a grain of rice.

Leaning his back against the ice, he shivered for a few moments before calming down.

His facial features were tangled together in severe pain, almost hideous, and he suddenly let out a long breath and staggered back.

In this cold area, his face was red, his whole body trembled, and his forehead oozed rolling sweat, and the beads of sweat crackled and fell to the ground, blending into the snowdrift and disappearing.

He took another breath, and with his true qi, slowly pulled the needle he felt up.

Broken, locked.

There, in the most important place that belongs to men, there is a needle.

The true qi sank in his body to a certain extent, and then there was a sharp stinging pain, and he knew that it had arrived.

He stood there, took a deep breath, sank into the dantian, and slowly went down, down.

A critical place in his body began to hurt in time, reminding him of the true meaning of "ruthless forbearance".

Thinking of what he had experienced when he walked into that room, he couldn't help but shudder.

Only when you enter the inner gate can you really be regarded as a member of the sect, and the sect will bear all the life and death matters for it.

He stood halfway up the mountain, looking at the foot of the mountain from afar, and near the foot of the mountain, there was a small wooden house, where the outer disciples had to pass through to the inner gate.

Different from other people's imagination, the snow-capped mountain is not the higher you go, the more you see the masters, on the contrary, the top of the mountain is the first level, and those who can go down the mountain have a way to live.

The inspector suddenly didn't want to patrol anymore, and he didn't need to worry about the rest of the matter.

……

The tall boy who was killed for abandoning his sword was his twin brother.

The boy was him.

The young man picked up the sword, turned back silently, and walked into the grove in the middle of the mountain, where he became a registered disciple, and after another three years of training, he became a formal disciple, the steward of the outer hall, and the steward of the inner hall, until today.

The short boy didn't cry either.

For the first time, the inspector slowly folded his arms, as if he had finally felt the cold.

On the ice tree, the body of the tall boy hung high, the short boy stared at him in a daze, the expression on his face seemed to want to cry, but he didn't dare to cry, if the tears really flowed, he would not be able to pass the last level, and he would not be able to become a registered disciple.

……

The cold and bone-chilling sound, nailed into the depths of the frozen lake in the heart, will never melt.

Suddenly, a sword flew and nailed into the chest of the tall young man, and a loud voice said in the blood splash: "Those who abandon the sword and are soft-handed, be executed!" ”

He looked up at him.

He reached out and put his arm around him.

…… The short boy back then couldn't be rescued, he staggered back, and saw that the sword was about to enter his chest, but the tall boy suddenly withdrew his hand, and the sword fell.

…… The tall young man in front of him staggered back, the soles of his feet slipped, and he fell to the edge of the ice lake, and the ice tree behind him was as sharp as a thorn, and he hit it, and with a miserable scream, the ice spikes pierced through his chest.

The tall boy of the year suddenly flew up from under his elbow and went straight to the heart of the short boy.

…… The short boy in front of him slammed into Banqiao, his back on the ground, and his sword flew from his toes.

The short boy of the year slammed his sword and hit the opponent's eyebrows.

…… Among the young men in front of him, the tall one slammed a sword at a sharp angle, and took the opponent's lower abdomen from the flank.

There was a pair of teenagers in a sword game. is also one tall and one short, and the tears on the faces of the two of them fell on the surface of the lake with a crackle, crisp.

The inspector suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he had returned to many years ago, and it was also snowing, snow under the ice lake, and Zhou Tian was cold.

A pair of teenagers are in front of him, one tall and one short, both of them are very light, the initial pain has passed, and now each other's faces are immature and fierce, and it is more and more frightening to watch.

The inspector stood still, holding his arms and admiring the sword competition, there were many crimson traces dragged on the ice lake, some thick and some fine, the thin ones were the blood marks left by the soles of the feet rubbing against the rough ice surface, and the thick ones were naturally left by the human body.

Ruthlessness and forbearance can be done by others.

I have been able to live to this point, to be here, and to get along with my companions for many years. Moreover, Binghu is against the sword, and the host will deliberately choose the one with the best friendship to compare the sword.

Most of the teenagers' faces were reflected with ice beads - they were condensed tears.

Because only one of the two can live.

They were barefoot, holding swords, and the sword light was as cold as an ice edge. The beckons are all directed at the opponent's vital points.

There were also people in the ice lake, some topless teenagers, fighting on the ice lake.

Out of the hole, it was a glacial lake. From afar, you can see the ice lake like a mirror, a foot long ice edge, like a sword like a tree on the side.

He saw a little light in front of him, and he was about to get out of the hole, so he quickly put up his collar, it would be very cold outside.

Everyone who lives here has come here like this, and they are used to it. Even because of this, when you see those who are stupid into the gray hole, you will have a sense of superiority in IQ.

But he felt very kind.

With the red light flashing violently, the ashes kept pouring out, like hell.

There was a scream behind him, it was in the blood chalcedony cave, the people who were suffering from boiling bones and changing skin were howling, and the hot blood chalcedony would stick to their muscles and bones, washing their muscles and bones over and over again. A terrible scream crashed against the thick walls of the cave, and the hole was filled with terrifying echoes.

The sound of rustling under his feet, a lot of gray gray, walked very comfortably.

He loved the warmth, safety, and ease of the road, without the need to whip those who couldn't help but move under the snow, and the ice picks of the waterfall would not cut his hands and face. The heavenly fire in the cave can help him with everything.

The inspector pursed his lips, scolded the fool, and carelessly dusted off the ashes from his sleeve, stepping on the fine ash and walking out of the cave.

There was not even a scream, and it was erased from the world in an instant. His family may still think that he is blessed somewhere, but they do not know that their children have already entered the cycle of hell.

Almost instantly, a red light flashed in the darkness, and a puff of ash bounced out, scattered on his clothes and feet.

He smiled slightly, with a hint of malice.

The inspector had walked up the only safe path in the cave, and the sound of his footsteps was hollow and far away, and there were people in many caves around him, and he saw a child enter the Heavenly Fire Cave.

Only the most careful, prudent and intelligent children can pass this hurdle.

How many children have survived the snow turtle breath, survived the ice waterfall, entered this cave, felt the long-lost warmth, believed the guide "every hole has a great creation", urgently found a hole to keep warm, and buried their lives.

At the beginning of the cave, there will be some clues and hints to guide the choice of the cave. But no one will prompt you, discover only by your own understanding and wisdom.

Walking into different holes has different endings. But what is needed here is not luck, but wisdom.

Walking into that dark hole, there are also mysteries, some are real heavenly fire caves, and they will be incinerated to ashes as soon as you enter; Some are blood chalcedony caves that can temper the body, although the body suffers, but it can help; There is also a more advanced fire source power cave, which can practice the body, replenish qi, and learn the deep heart method on the cave wall.

However, they could not hesitate and had to walk in immediately.

If you don't fall, you can enter the small holes in the dark hole, and there are such small holes on both sides of the dark hole, and each hole exudes a dark red light, like purgatory, like fire, which makes people feel mad in their hearts.

After three days under the Ice Stream Waterfall, you will come here at once, and under the hot and cold blows, the weaker ones will immediately fall.

In front of you is a dark hole, and as soon as you enter, you can feel a temperature completely different from the outside—fiery, as if countless furnaces were ignited inside.

The Inspector continued to walk forward.

If you don't sit tight, the next one is yourself.

The rest of the children, who witnessed the end of their peers, were mostly expressionless and continued to sit firmly.

The ice stream was pink for a moment, and then it was clear again, and the water flowed endlessly, and no amount of blood could stain it red.

The child's small body tumbled over and was swept into the rolling ice, and under the waterfall was a ditch, and the child who fell would be swept into a dark hole in the mountain, rotting in the deep water, never to see the light of day.

This is an iron example of snow-capped mountains.

The loser has no right to claim salvation.

However, no one saved him, and his companions gritted their teeth against their fate, and the inspector coldly folded his arms, his eyes like a cowardly deer, pierced by the arrows of fate.

As he fell, he froze his little arms out in vain, as if begging for a pair of hands for rescue.

When the inspector arrived, a large ridge of ice was coming down the waterfall and landed on the head of a child, who groaned, splashed blood on his head, and slid down the cobblestone.

Here, not only ability is needed, but also luck.

Ice crystals in the waterfall are randomly generated, some large and some small, some sharp and some rounded. The small, round, smashed on the head is just a bag, and when it encounters a big sharp one, it may be the end of piercing the Tianling cover.

The children were blue and shivering, and they struggled to sit cross-legged on the cold cobblestone, trying to keep up the icy water above their heads and not slide down the cobblestone. The stones were covered with crushed ice and were round on all sides.

After processing this batch, he went down a little, and after a section of the mountain road, there was a small waterfall, and under the waterfall sat a dozen children of seven or eight years old, and the water with countless fine ice crystals rushed over their heads like that.

After a group of children finished reading it, only two were still alive, he sighed, shook his head, and said again, "A year is not as good as a year." ”

He used a whip to pluck it like pork, and occasionally found a breath still there, so he said, "Send it back to the mountain." ”

The subordinates tore open the snowdrifts and dragged out some stiff bodies. Most of them were three or four-year-old boys, their thinly clothed bodies stiff and blue, and they had frozen to death under the snow.

"The last hour has arrived." He said.

The snow calmed down, and he walked to the end of the snow, where there was a cliff.

The inspector continued to patrol with his whip, and he and his companions walked in the snow, fluttering lightly without leaving a trace, and when they saw the slightest movement in the snow under their feet, they snapped and threw the whip down.

"Yes."

The man who sent the baby up the hill went down. The inspector looked at the hour and said, "Pick it out in half an hour." ”

The Inspector waved at him, "Go down and claim your reward." Maybe this time I'll give you a different task. ”

The man who brought the baby up from the mountain bowed his head as if he had made a mistake, knowing that the reward for this hard work was limited.

The inspector who spoke first listened with dissatisfaction, and snorted, "It's getting worse and worse!" ”

Some babies let out loud cries, some hum and chirp and then disappear, and some can't even make a sound.

The people around them didn't seem to see this scene, and they quickly stripped the babies in their baskets and threw them into the snow.

The snow was silent.

There was a muffled thud, and the snow splashed, and a long streak of blood faintly appeared on the snow, which was soon covered by the snow pouring in all around.

"Don't move!"

Before the cry could be heard, it was covered in snow, and the snow sank in for a moment, and the snow next to it moved slightly, and the inspector whipped it down.

The man looked at it indifferently as if he were looking at a stone, stripped off the baby's clothes three or two times, and threw them into the snow.

"If it doesn't work, try it in the surrounding small countries." The people who patrolled the mountain took a basket, and there was a baby in the basket, but it was only half a week, and the little face was red from the cold, but somehow he didn't cry, and his dark eyes stared at the unfamiliar face, which looked very cute.

"It's not easy." The people who came up from the mountain, "Abandoned babies, mutilated children, abducted children, and concubines and children of large families who have been abandoned by their mistresses, all who can be collected have been collected." Some children who can't be raised by poor families have also spent some money to get them back. The conditions of the great wilderness are harsh, and the fertility is not multiplying, where can we withstand such a batch of searches. ”

A group of people in the same costume came up from the side of the mountain road, each carrying a basket in their hands, and the people who patrolled the mountain greeted them, counted the numbers, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are there fewer and fewer people?" ”

The snow that does not melt all year round, not reaching people's knees, there are indeed countless figures swimming in the snow, those people are wearing thick white brocade, holding long whips with barbs, swimming in the empty snow, looking to inspect something, but there are no people in the snow.

The highest point of the mountain.

The villagers often look up at the fairy mountain, thinking that the most advanced and powerful immortal must live in the highest part of the mountain, eating only the clouds and bathing in the sky every day.

Over time, the legend became a fact, a wordless taboo. The villagers think, that's not an immortal, what is an immortal? They don't wade into red dust, and no one has seen the immortals in the mountains for so many years; They come and go, and sometimes they can see human figures flashing like smoke, and they disappear suddenly, except for immortals, how can ordinary people be like this.

There is a reason for saying this, ten years ago, there were people who coveted prey in the mountains, went into the mountains to hunt, and never returned. There are also some rangers who come from afar, hearing that there are immortals in the mountains, or do not believe it, or yearn for it, regardless of the obstacles, they go into the mountain to find out, and they also never return.

They think it's a god. A god who sucks clouds, spits neon, and manipulates the qi of heaven and earth. Let no man rush into it, or he will be in trouble.

There are no people around the snow-capped mountains for ten miles, and there are villages ten miles away, and the people of those villages, when the weather is fine, can see the white smoke and human figures floating out from time to time on the snow-capped mountains.

The top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round, and from a distance, there is a white sky connected to the blue sky, and the snow light shimmers in the glow, clean and sacred.

There are fairy mountains outside the world, and the mountains are in the void.

At the moment when Jing Hengbo went crazy, the entire tortoiseshell, and even more distant places, were not calm.