Wisps of white heat rose from the boiling old tea soup, and the strong fragrance of tea filled the entire grass house.

This was the early morning of the ninth day of the little scholar Qingwen's sleep, and there had just been a heavy snow in the Great Wilderness Mountain last night.

The little scholar Qingwen lay quietly on the bed, her lips and cheeks could finally see the long-lost blood. The seventh plum blossom next to the pillow also began to wilt at this time, but the tightly knit brow still hadn't yet opened.

The plum blossom was picked by Wei Xiaobao from a cliff half a day's way from the thatched hut on the second day of Qingwen's coma, and he hoped that the pride of the plum blossom could help Qingwen recover as soon as possible.

On the fourth watch, the bell urged everyone not to miss the heavy snow, which is also strange, Xue Pan, who has always been the most lazy, heard that there were snowflakes outside, and he was the first to rush out of the grass house.

At this time, everyone had already blended into the snow scene of the Great Wilderness Mountain.

In front of the thatched house, the staggered life-size snowman is very cute, and such a good scene is just a spectator.

Wei Xiaobao, who had been frozen for two hours, was already sure at this time.

Seeing the ice spikes gradually pointing at the earth, Xiaobao didn't notice it at all.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoa—"

Wei Xiaobao's eyes followed the snow piled up on his head and fell on a very small but deep hole in front of him, and he realized that Qingwen had not walked out of the grass hut.

One of the ice spikes pierced through the thick snow and into the frozen soil.

"Whoa—"

Seeing that Wei Xiaobao had made up his mind, Xue Pan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he also made up his mind and came to him.

Glancing at the hole in front of Xiaobao, and then at Xiaobao, who was glazed-eyed, Xue Pan said:

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

"What is a pity?" Wei Xiaobao suddenly didn't know where Xue Pan's words were pointing.

As Xue Pan said, it's a pity that Wei Xiaobao is just a little bit close, if he can get rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart, the sword in his heart is the same, and breaking the mirror into the Xuanmen is just around the corner.

"It's a pity that this ice spike can't pierce the snowflakes flying in front of you!" Xue Pan said, pointing to the flying snowflakes.

Suddenly, a silver belt flew in front of Xue Pan's eyes.

That Xue Pan only knew that he was lazy and refused to concentrate on cultivation every day, and the silver belt appeared like a lightning flint, where could he dodge. In the blink of an eye, it had been wrapped around the silver belt several times.

"Stinky tea, don't let go of this son quickly. Xue Pan didn't know what to do, and scolded back.

"Whoa—"

"Hmph-" Mingyan came to Xue Pan, who couldn't move, and said, "Who asked you to disturb other people's practice." ”

"Hey, how can you blame me for this? It's obvious that Xiaobao was distracted first......"

Before Xue Pan's words fell, a dead grass flew past him and disappeared.

The grass withered, and the silver ribbon turned into several snowflakes, and then fell on the two of them.

"Okay, okay, don't make fun of him. Baoyu said, passing between the two and walking straight to the grass house of the little scholar Qingwen, and Wei Xiaobao and the others also followed.

......

When the silver belt made of snowflakes driven by the smoke "captured" Xue Pan, Qingwen, the little scholar in the grass house, took a few big breaths in a hurry, and the movement was so loud that when everyone arrived, the white gas in the house that was disturbed by her still could not calm down.

Qingwen looked at the remaining snowflakes on everyone's faces, and smiled awkwardly: "The snow is all over the Great Wilderness Mountain." ”

Everyone looked at each other very puzzled, and when they saw Qingwen suddenly improve, they were overjoyed. Baoyu lifted her foot and hesitated and turned to leave, Qingwen suddenly frowned, and before she could catch up with Baoyu's back, Wei Xiaobao was already standing in front of her.

"It's only the seventh plum blossom, and you're awake. ”

Only then did Qingwen notice the wilted plum blossoms next to the pillow, and looked at the shriveled petals, her eyes became more and more unpredictable.

The little hand slowly stretched out to the plum blossom, and when the hand touched, the petals instantly detached from the flower stalk, and one of them even fell to the ground.

"Could it be that I really don't have this life, and I can't enter that mysterious realm after all?" The trembling voice was filled with the youthful vitality of ice and fire.

For a long time, Qingwen, who was dressed as a little scholar and concealed her gender, didn't care about tying her headscarf, got out of bed barefoot, and hurried out of the grass hut.

At this time, the wind suddenly blew outside the thatched hut, and the snowflakes falling from the sky and the snow on the ground were intertwined, and Qingwen walked into it barefoot, letting the snowflakes lap on herself.

Qingwen's face was full of hope, and she longed for herself to be like a snowflake in the wind, even if it was just dancing with the power of the wind, and she might be able to get off the ground.

Running in the snow, even though her eyes were white and she couldn't see anything clearly, she still saw the avenue in her heart.

......

Wei Xiaobao couldn't understand why Qingwen was so able to "toss", and he would never understand this, perhaps, he would never understand.

Baoyu and Princess Bell in front of the thatched hut don't necessarily know all of them, even if they can understand it a little.

"Did he say that when you saw the scholar?" asked Ringbell, looking at the little scholar's increasingly blurred back in the snow.

"'Snow-covered barren mountains'...... Yes, that's it. Wei Xiaobao replied truthfully.

"Perhaps, we really underestimate this little scholar......"

As soon as they rang the bell, they saw Qingwen suddenly stop at a distance from the grass hut.

At this moment, Qingwen heard a familiar voice, which was the voice of the fountain of her own qi sea.

But in the blink of an eye, she couldn't find the voice anymore.

Qingwen searched around like crazy, searched for a long time, and when she looked up, she only saw infinite snowflakes falling towards her......

When she woke up, she had returned to the grass hut and was lying on the bed.

"What a 'snow-covered mountain'......" is the sound of a bell.

From such a distance, somehow, Qingwen seemed to clearly see the expectation on Ringing's face in her heart.

In fact, Qingwen just said casually at the time, "Love is full of great barren mountains", who knew that this sentence hid the primordial love for "all heavens and all things".