One night later, the Little Frost Mountain was silvery white.

Ning Yi was woken up by freezing, and after waking up, he was extremely shocked to find that he was defenseless, and he was naked, a large white towel was only hung in a small part, his head was heavy and painful, and he had no memory of what happened after lying in the barrel last night.

What the hell is this weather? The water droplets on his body are all frozen with ice slag, and Ning Yi shiveres from the cold.

Hurriedly turned over and took out the robe and put it on, even if he was in excellent health, he couldn't bear the sudden drop in temperature.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the window, and saw the snow-white world outside Xiaoshuang Building, and smacked his tongue a little...... After the heavy rain in Shushan last year, it survived the coldest cold day and did not snow.

This year's snow fell a little early.

The girl woke up early, and piled an unusually ugly snowman outside, with a head as big as a bucket, two noses, one ear and three eyes, a large white paper pasted on it, and two words were deliberately written in crooked handwriting.

Ning!

Ning Yi couldn't help laughing, he shook his head, closed the paper window, and returned to the house.

After sleeping all night, he still remembers the time when he dreamed last night, it was snowing heavily...... It's really snowing heavily.

Ning Yi's face suddenly became solemn, and after taking a few steps, he realized that his body was ...... There seems to be a little more variation.

Cultivators have always been keen to perceive their own bodies, and they must be able to perceive how light and heavy they are, and most of them know in their hearts how much they are lighter and how heavy they are.

Ning Yi felt as if he had become heavier, but he acted more than a little briskly.

His cultivation is still stuck in the fourth realm, if he completely digests the three-thousand-year-old Demon Monarch Fetal Bead, plus those resources of the Holy Mountain, he should be able to break through to the fifth realm.

He sat down cross-legged, his face calm, and he felt the changes in his body...... In the dantian, milky white bone leaves flew by, forming a vortex, in which drops of liquid gathered.

"Divine drops?"

Ning Yi was a little surprised, he had seen this scene in Xu Qingyan's body, the girl who contained a huge divinity in her body would derive "divinity" every day, condensing from a gaseous state to a liquid state, if there was too much "divinity", then it was very likely to ...... will break this extremely beautiful human skin.

The bone flute likes "divinity" very much, and Ning Yi vaguely remembers that he was able to split that sword in the back mountain because the "White Bone Plain" consumed an extremely large amount of divinity and constructed a complete space, so that he had the opportunity to understand what was going on, and then awaken the sword weapon.

If divinity is also a practice...... Most practitioners will be trapped in this step, and it will be difficult to survive.

Ning Yi is not a genius at all in terms of cultivation, if compared with Zhou You Fuyao, he is a person who is willing to work hard, and he is also a person who is willing to think, because his road is more difficult than Zhou You and Fuyao, in the world of the Great Sui, there are almost no more demanding characters than Ning Yi who embarks on the road of cultivation.

If you change the evaluation standard and use the degree of hard work to evaluate whether a person can be regarded as a genius, then Ning Yi must be a genius.

No matter what goes wrong in his practice, big or small, he will definitely figure it out and ask for it.

There will never be a single omission.

So Ning Yi's foundation is very strong.

He observed the divinity in his body, which was growing in a slow and unstoppable trend, without panic, without any hint of joy or anxiety, silently raising his palm and inhaling the fine snow into his palm.

Really.

Under his own deliberate control, these derived divinities were swallowed up by the sword bones of fine snow.

The Plains of Bones need "divinity" as nourishment.

Ning Yi gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, if nothing else...... Like the back mountain, a god blocking a sword that kills a god requires a huge and harsh price, and the most likely thing is to consume a huge amount of "divinity".

These "divinities" that had just been derived had the appearance of three or four droplets of water overnight, Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, manipulated his consciousness, and sucked these drops of divinity into the plain of bones.

As expected, there was no movement, like a mud cow entering the sea.

Ning Yi smiled, "divinity" is the most expensive thing in the world, one's own is one's own, and what others are other people's, even if it is the owner of nothing, it cannot be taken for oneself...... But the bone flute does not seem to be so, it accepts and absorbs all divinity, and it is wide open, and all those who have masters and those who do not have masters are welcome.

It seems that if you want to swing such a sword again, or if you want to summon the "Sword Bearer" to communicate with the consciousness in the Plain of Bones, you still need a lot of divinity.

Ning Yi thought of the girl in the Ganye Temple, the "divine treasures" in her body were excavated, and it was not just that, if nothing else, the speed of divine awakening would be faster and faster, and then it would not be a collection of drops.

He felt a little worried inexplicably.

I don't know how the girl named Xu Qingyan is doing now?

......

......

Ning Yi and the girl cleaned up in Xiaoshuang Mountain, tidied up a little, and after a few days, the snow stopped, and after a brief goodbye to the senior sister and the two senior brothers, they informed the Pope of the idea of leaving.

On a snowy day, the Pope's linen-robed Taoist put on a white coat, which looked cleaner than snow, and waited outside the mountain gate, but after half an hour, the white wooden carriage came out of the resting place.

The white steed snorted and stamped its feet slightly.

Pope Chen Yi rubbed his hands, in the white wooden carriage, the curtain of the carriage was opened, reflecting the bright light of the snow outside, he smiled and looked at the two people who got on the car one after the other, and greeted: "Mr. Ning Yi, Miss Pei Fu." ”

"Your Excellency, the weather is strange...... It's cold, so you'll need to pack extra clothes. Hey, where did Mr. Zhou You go?" Ning Yi was a little puzzled.

Chen Yi explained: "After Mr. Zhou You watched the funeral, he left Shushan...... Xu Zang's predecessor died, so there was no reason for Mr. to stay here. ”

Ning Yi can understand that Zhou You is indeed such a character character, Xu Zang is debauched, Zhou You is restrained himself, after the turmoil settles, he should have returned to Zixiao Palace and re-retreated.

The young Pope looked at a man and a woman sitting in the carriage, and suddenly laughed in the blank gaze of the two people.

Ning Yi wore a large black lamb coat on the outside of his black shirt, on the left and right, the cloud shoulders were as white as snow, looking simple and old-fashioned, like the heir of Orion...... In fact, this robe was indeed bought by Ning Yi from a simple hunter when he occasionally went down the mountain.

The north and south of the Great Sui are separated, the Shushan realm should be regarded as a southerner, there was not even snow last year, rarely to keep out the cold, Ning Yi went down the mountain to buy a lot, considering that it may snow heavily, he bought these clothes, and now to meet this heavy snowfall, the temperature plummeted, but it came in handy.

Pei Fu is similar to Ning Yi, the two of them are wrapped in circles and circles, bloated like zongzi, which makes Chen Yi can't help laughing.

They are different from themselves, so why do practitioners need to wear so much?

Cultivators only need to cover the thin layer of the body surface with starlight, whether it is heavy snow or heavy rain, there is no need to worry about the cold.

Most of the linen-robed Taoists are dressed in big hats, but in fact, they can change into light cloaks, but walking in the ice and snow like that is too eye-catching.

Chen Yi smiled and said, "What are you guys?

Ning Yi smiled a little embarrassedly, touched his nose, and didn't know how to answer.

How did Chen Yi know that these two were hungry and cold when they were in Xiling.

When the girl was a child, her dream was to be able to wear winter clothes in a beautiful scenery when it snowed heavily, have a hot meal to eat and drink, and a warm place to sleep.

After Ning Yi got into the car, he said with a smile: "Your Excellency, the road is far away, and I am sorry for you." ”

Chen Yi shook his head, and he said seriously: "Mr. Ning Yi, it's not troublesome. ”

It's really not troublesome.

This carriage, the white wooden carriage, the Taoist Sanqing Bell hanging at the four corners, and the identity of the young man inside are all destined for this line of work, and there will be no trouble.

From Shushan to the Imperial City of the Great Sui Heavenly Capital, under the premise that the Ma-robed Daoist continued to depict the formation and accelerate, it would take about seven or eight days, and the journey was not very far.

The important thing is safety.

If it weren't for the Pope's willingness to help, Ning Yi might really be on Shu Mountain for another year.

A clear roar rang out in the air.

Ning Yi lifted the carriage and saw that the snow outside was vast, and there was a fiery red bird, skimming the sky.

Chen Yi said softly: "This is a very ancient bird, and its name is 'Fierce Musk Deer'. ”

Ning Yi had heard of this bird, a free bird that soared in the sky forever, this bird was uninhibited by nature, wandering for the rest of its life, and it was almost impossible to tame.

All the rules in this world can't stop it from flying.

If a hunter shoots it down and tries to tame it, it will die.

The life of the "Flame Musk Deer" is just a journey, from birth to death, there will be no turning back, no bowing head.

Ning Yi thought of the man in the black robe, and he silently closed the curtain.

In the bottom of his heart, he whispered the word Flame Musk.

......

......

Fire-red birds, spreading their wings in the snow.

The fierce musk deer crossed the boundary of the Shu Mountains, and in the high altitude where the snow spread, the wind was cold, and one after another fiery red shadows flew over the sky, their eyes were cold, and they never looked back, enjoying the journey of life in the cold wind.

Like a knife, it cuts through the snow white, and marks a long scarlet mark in the air.

The Great Sui is in the world, and the snow is majestic.

A fiery fiery red shadow flew over most of the territory of the Great Sui World, it lowered its head, with a hint of doubt in its eyes, and began to slow down and sniff its breath...... In the wind and snow, compared to the biting cold, there seems to be something very attractive.

And so it began to fall.

After passing through the snow layer, I came to the world, the fiery red heat, the noisy human voices, the tall buildings, the mahogany white walls, and the roof tiles like dragon scales, crackled under the shuttle of the snow.

Contrary to the surprised gaze of some people, it went straight through the hustle and bustle of the world.

All the voices fell silent again.

It finally found what it was looking for...... It even has the instinct to stop moving forward and make this the end of its life.

At the moment when he was confused and entangled-

There was a thin white and tender hand that grabbed him.

"Miss...... This is the seventh of the day. ”