In the dark, Changying hugged the child who fell in the air, the small child had a pair of black eyes like grapes, and he seemed to be able to speak.

Changying was stared at by the child's quirky expression, and suddenly there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, this child is very spiritual at a glance, and he will definitely grow into an immortal genius when he grows up, if he is strangled in the cradle like this, it seems to be a bit too pity, not to mention that the person who strangled this genius is not someone else, it is him and his younger brother Changqing, it is even more unforgivable.

Changying's hand holding the child gradually contracted, and he had begun to hesitate.

At this time, Changqing's body also emitted a red light that covered the sky, and the light seemed to be a scorching flame in the night, illuminating the night, but this light only lasted in the air for a second before it shattered and disappeared.

The darkness that could not be seen was shrouded, and there was silence all around, and the wind blew the green placket of the clothes, hunting and glamorous in the invisible night.

A trace of blood unconsciously flowed from the corner of Changqing's mouth, he staggered, and reluctantly stood beside Changying, he had become a mortal after his spiritual power was exhausted, a thirty-year-old mortal, but he squeezed out a smile, as if he didn't care.

Changqing took the child and hugged it: "In the future, the Yaoshan faction can only rely on my brother, if Feng is a good child, he can be a good person by nature." ”

Changying laughed angrily at his words.

"Brother. Give this kid a name, I'm going to leave tomorrow, in case I'm old and confused and forget about you. So that you give this child a name, and with him by my side, I will not forget you. ”

Changqing didn't care at all, he looked at the child gently and said.

"What? You're going to leave the mountain, although you're not the head of the mountain, but you're not going to leave, what's the matter, are you afraid that I'll blame you every day? I just don't blame you. ”

Changqing knew that Changying was reluctant to him, "Brother, where do you want to go." I've lost all my mana, and it's useless to stay in the mountains. Besides, this kid has the soul of the Ice Crystal Qilin sealed in his body, and this place is so close to the Immortal Temple, what if he causes trouble. There is also the fact that this kid can't cultivate, looking at these disciples of the Yushan Sect, it is inevitable that he will feel inferior psychologically, and I want to go down the mountain because it is a good destination for me and him. ”

Changying said hurriedly: "If the third brother knows about this child, he will definitely beat you up first, and then kill this child." "Promise me not to tell him anything about me if the third brother comes back. ”

Changying was silent for a moment, he didn't say anything, but the momentum around him suddenly overwhelmed, making this moment so difficult, and soon, he turned around and strode outside the house.

Looking at the snow-capped patch of the mountains, it seemed to have been covered by some world of ice and snow, which made his heart rise a little empty and dazed, and he had a moment of stiffness.

There is a tall and winding pine tree next to the house, verdant and dripping, after freezing and snow, the green pine is immovable, evergreen, the elongated branches are covered with snow, but more and more tenacious and upright, the straight torso of the green pine goes straight to the sky, it seems to have become the most unique scenery in this world, Changqing looked at the sky, a round of blood-red full moon has been hung on the black screen, enchanting and charming.

Changying hooked her lips and smiled, and she had a faint idea in her heart, "It's better for this kid to be called: Xuanyuan Po, word: Hansong." Perseverance and perseverance in the midst of freezing. ”

Changqing also cheered up after hearing this name. There was still joy in his eyes, "Xuanyuan Po, a good name, a good name, it's called Xuanyuan Po......." Changqing gave up everything he had in Yushan and gave up his cultivation for a promise. He left the mountain with his child, the place where he had lived for a hundred years, leaving nothing but a letter to his disciples.

Changying smiled helplessly, because he knew that since his younger brother had already made a choice, even if he tried his best to redeem it, it would be useless, and it was better to respect his choice than to let Changqing stay here sullenly. He would also keep in mind his brother's instructions before leaving, and he would take care of his apprentices in place of Changqing, especially Ruofeng.

The sky had just dawned, and there was still a little early morning light, and a few stars that had not completely disappeared seemed to be confiding their thoughts to the sky.

Changqing was in such an early morning, stepping on the morning dew and facing the glimmer of light, he took Xuanyuan Po and quietly left the mountain.

No one knew, and naturally no one saw him off, of course, he didn't want anyone to see him off, he just wanted to leave quietly alone, however, he didn't know that there was still a pair of eyes quietly watching him on the top of the mountain, watching him until the foot of the mountain could not be seen.

In this way, in the midst of the freezing, Changqing's arrogant and cold back disappeared into a white vastness, and in the huge ice and snow world, it seemed that only he and the child in his arms were left. However, there was not a difficult road to walk in the past, but after he had lost his cultivation, he became struggling, the howling wind rushed towards his face, and the cold wind poured into it drilled into his body along the gap in his clothes, Changqing had no choice but to hug the child in his arms, gritted his teeth, and walked forward.

The hard work paid off, and finally, after a day of walking, Changqing held the child in his arms and found a village at the foot of the mountain. The small village, faintly with hundreds of families, is arranged at the foot of the mountain.

Changqing saw a few wisps of smoke rising in the village, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Go on like this, even if he can still hold on, he is afraid that the child in his arms will suffer, originally he wanted to find a place away from the mountain before going down the mountain, but maybe because of the moment he walked out of the door of the sect, the psychology of worrying about his master was still inevitably faint, so that he could not easily give up everything in the mountain.

He glanced at the village in front of him, and secretly changed his mind in his heart, if he could, it was actually a very good plan to settle in this small village at the foot of the mountain, it was already approaching evening, and the cold was gradually coming. After Changqing made up his mind, he no longer hesitated, he walked directly towards the village, hoping that someone in his village would take him and the child in.

The winter dusk comes very quickly, and the flickering light illuminates the village peacefully.

Changqing quietly entered the village, and there were several families whose children were still playing in front of their homes, and because of the small size of the village, the village did not even have a torii.

Changqing hesitated to knock on the door of a house so that he and the child would not have to sleep in the bitter cold wind tonight.

The child who has always been obedient and not noisy, but crying loudly at this moment, Changqing hurriedly coaxed twice, but it still didn't work, he guessed that the child was probably hungry, and he didn't care about anything anymore, he knocked on the door of a house.

However, the shadowy light that came out of the crack in the closed door gradually faded out when I heard his knock.

Later, Changqing knocked on the doors of several other houses without giving up, but no one answered, and even after some people saw him, they quickly closed the door.

Changqing was a little troubled, for some reason the villagers in this village were unwilling to accept this stranger, he went to almost every house in this village, but still did not find a family to take him in.

The child's cry rang out again, and Changqing set his eyes on the door of the last house, hesitating and deciding that he should try it again cheekily.

The house was very simple, and when you stood outside the door, it seemed that the only valuable thing in the house was the two bleating goats in the yard. If it weren't for the last resort, Changqing would not have knocked on the door of this family, because this family was probably already at the point of taking care of themselves, how could he be cheeky and even beg for charity from others. However, Changqing can't care so much, this is his last hope.

Changqing knocked on the door, and it was very clear in the silent cold winter moon, and even the cries of the goats were overshadowed. Changqing waited for another moment, but no one answered.

Changqing reluctantly withdrew his hand, and left the family with the child in his arms with a gloomy expression.

On the road, snowflakes suddenly fell in the sky, and it seemed that the figures of Changqing and the children were so small and desolate, and none of the hundreds of families was willing to take them in.

The child in his arms began to cry again. Changqing glanced at the family behind him, sighed, and ran back again, he hid in the sheep shed in the yard, and drove the two sheep to the corner, so that he could be regarded as having a place in this sheep shed to resist the cold storm and snow.

In the sheep shed, Changqing held the child and was determined to be out of his mind, thinking that he was the second head of the mountain, and he had killed countless demons and subdued demons in his life, and his graceful demeanor was admired by thousands of people. And now, for the sake of a child, humilly huddled in the sheepshed, if it really spreads, I am afraid that it will make those people laugh and lose their big teeth.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and soon the sky was full of snowflakes.

Changqing was apprehensive, but he knew very well in his heart why he did this.

He threw all the hay in the sheepshed beside the child, curled up beside the child, and prepared to sleep in the sheepshed tonight, and then he took out the dry food he had brought out of his package, and the milk he had prepared for the child, and prepared a full meal and a good sleep in the sheepshed.

But what he didn't expect was that the winter in Yashan was too cold, the food was frozen by this cold winter, and the milk was already frozen like a stone.

The child kept crying, his red face was full of tears, Changqing couldn't bear it, and finally he had to stuff the milk into his arms, and use his body temperature to melt the cold ice, bringing the child a trace of warmth.

Changqing was shivering from the cold, and the sheep shed was not very warm, just in the howling wind of this cold winter night, when Changqing was trying to resist the cold, a warm red blanket suddenly fell on Changqing's body, making him sigh comfortably.

When he opened his eyes, there was a woman standing in front of him, although she was poorly dressed, but she could not hide her extravagance. Rao is Changqing is accustomed to seeing many fairies with outstanding temperaments, but at this moment, they are not as noble as the woman's body.

Sure enough, the woman said coldly, her name was Zixuan, and her nickname was changed to Xuan'er. Although Changqing had been discouraged by the indifference of the villagers, the moment he heard Zi Xuan speak, he felt a kind of warmth. Yes, Zixuan is a cold-faced and hot-hearted woman, and in the end, she took in Changqing and the child in the ice and snow, and let them spend a warm winter.

They met in the snowy winter, but they were attracted by the warmth that inadvertently emanated from each other's bodies, as if it was God's arrangement, with snow as the medium, they knew each other and met, and this child sleeping in the snow became their best expectation.

Eight years later...... In a secluded village at the foot of the mountain, an eight-year-old child is herding sheep by the river, and his delicate eyebrows are still a little handsome, it is not difficult to see that this child will also be a handsome young man in the future.

Although the child was herding the sheep, his eyes did not pay attention to the sheep, and the sheep quietly grazing around him, while the young man looked up at the top of the mountain.

The majestic peaks were undulating, and the snow-covered mountains seemed a little desolate, but in the boy's heart, he wondered if there was something strange hidden there, as if it was calling him every day, and every time he fell asleep, the voice was very clear.

Yes, the young man had the same dream every day, he dreamed that he had climbed to the top of the mountain, and at this moment the voice sounded in his ears again, and the direction from which it came was on the top of the mountain.

"Brother Xuanyuan, Brother Xuanyuan...... Mother let you go home for dinner...... "A little girl about five years old came running from a distance, petite and flexible, that cute appearance coupled with the walking posture of jumping and jumping, which made people love it.

This boy is called Xuanyuan Po, eight years have passed, Xuanyuan Po is also under the care of Changqing, from a small child to an eight-year-old boy, but it seems that because of Changqing's concealment of Xuanyuan Po, Xuanyuan Po didn't know what happened back then.

The five-year-old girl was Changqing and Zixuan's daughter, named Lan'er.

"Okay, I got it. Xuanyuan came back to his senses, he came to the river, led the two old sheep who were still grazing, and prepared to go home.

Although Xuanyuan Po is only eight years old now, he is more precocious than other children, and he is also very sensible on weekdays, in addition to herding sheep every day, he also helps his mother Zixuan chop wood and fetch water, and he has to help the family share everything he can do.

Lan'er is just like Xuanyuan Po, she is naturally romantic, lively and active, smart and cute, she doesn't have to take anything to heart, and her life is carefree.

"Drive, drive......" Xuanyuan Po led the two old sheep on the way home.

Not far away, two fast horses galloped past him and the two old sheep, bleating in fright.

I saw that the horse's hooves stepped on the road, splashing the dirty water in the mud puddle, wetting Xuanyuan Po and Lan'er.

Xuanyuan Po didn't have time to see the soldiers on the fast horses, so he had to coax the old sheep first, and then watch the two horses gallop away in the direction of the village.

Lan'er shouted angrily, she picked up a few small pebbles on the side of the road and threw them in the direction where the soldiers left, and threw them hard, of course the pebbles did not hit the soldiers, nor did they hit the fast horse.

Lan'er cried angrily, "Brother Xuanyuan, he stained my clothes, ......" Xuanyuan Po didn't care about this, but wiped off the dirty water on Lan'er's face in distress, "Lan'er doesn't cry, brother will come home and help you clean up, so that your clothes are more beautiful than now." ”

"Really ......" Xuanyuan Po comforted Lan'er, and thought about driving the two old sheep home with Lan'er as usual, while his mother and father would wait for them to eat together at home.

It's just that Xuanyuan Po didn't expect that the soldier was riding a horse quickly, and he was about to break the peace and tranquility of the village for many years, and Changqing's secret about him that had been hidden for many years was about to come out.