The flavor of midwinter is strong, and the snow covers the mountain gate.

A tiger-headed young man ran out of the main peak stone house, holding a big snowball in his hand, his cheeks were red from the cold, and he didn't want to let go, and it didn't take long for the old man in the house to get up in the morning and just walked out of the house. A big snowball fell, accompanied by the young man's crisp voice, "Good morning, Master." ”

There was a layer of golden light flowing on the old man's body, and the snowball was glued to the golden light, and he shouted in a loud voice, "It's not hit." ”

The young man dared to look back and see if he hit, and ran away without a trace.

Mo Yo ran out a hundred meters, and the young man laughed proudly, but a snowball suddenly fell from the empty sky, which just hit his neck, freezing so hard that he shook off the frozen snow that had been drilled into the robe from his neck, and whispered through gritted teeth.

Bai Xiao jumped down from the snow from a high place and buried the boy in it. The boy pulled out of the snow nest and sighed a few times that he was unlucky. Then he saw Bai Xiao, and asked with his waist in his hand, "Boy, when did you come, why haven't I seen you." ”

Bai Xiao saw such a big snow for the first time, and danced excitedly, rolling the snowball while saying, "I just came yesterday." ”

The boy pounced and rolled in the snow. The two friends quickly became acquainted. The young man's name is Qingyang, two years younger than Bai Xiao, and he lives in a stone house with his ancestor.

Qingyang pulled Bai Xiao and asked, "Is your surname really Bai?" People with the surname Bai are so powerful, there was a white butcher general before, a white butcher general, and a poet sword fairy white lotus, stealing the holy white jade hall. Many, many big guys. ”

Bai Xiao tilted his head and said, "It turns out that there are so many powerful people with the surname Bai." I've never heard of it. ”

Qingyang opened his mouth wide in surprise, "No, you two have never heard of Baimen Shuangtu." ”

Bai Xiao rubbed his head and whispered, "My skull hurts a lot recently, and I can't remember a lot of things." ”

Qingyang originally wanted to tell some stories about the melee of the Ten Kingdoms and the bloody slaughter of the two slaughters, but now he had to sigh and say, "Okay." ”

Bai Xiao lowered his head in annoyance, and Qingyang raised his hand on tiptoe and said, "You are still taller than me." ”

Bai Xiao immediately became happy, and the two of them piled up dozens of little snowmen at the foot of Longfeng, and found tree branches as arms and stones as eyeballs. Qingyang also took Bai Xiao to steal several big carrots from the kitchen.

The two little people watched as they built a small snowman about the size of them, dancing happily. Each of them lined up and set up a formation, and they didn't smash it all together.

After playing, Qingyang said, "Why don't I take you to the bottom of the mountain to play." Where are there a lot of pilgrim sisters. I took the gatekeeper Yuande and Yuanbao to show them the way every day. Those sisters love to pinch my face every time. Give me a lot of good food. ”

Bai Xiao was interested, jumped up from the ground and said, "Is there a sugar gourd for sale?" ”

Qingyang was not ambiguous, took out a few copper coins from his arms, touched them once, made a crisp sound, and said with a smile, "You can buy several." ”

The two of them spread their legs, and their cyan robes rose in the wind, and they ran wildly down the mountain.

In less than half a month, the two of them gathered a large number of Taoist children, and opened a hall called Qingbaitang without authorization, and were responsible for maintaining the security of the incense shop every day, in fact, it was to lead the way for the lost pilgrims. Frolicking in the clearing outside the mountain, although the senior brothers sometimes complained, who let the two little ones have too high a seniority, and it is not too much, they will turn a blind eye. The titles of Qingyang and Bai Xiao Demon King of the Mixed World were launched in Longhu Mountain.

The two stinky boys took a group of furry children of the same age to loot the sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes in the kitchen, and also bought corn from the vendors at the bottom of the mountain. A group of people didn't look at the mountain gate, and ran to the back mountain together.

Qingyang silently recited the golden light spell in his mouth, and his fingers fiddled with it for a while, and then the girl screamed, spit out a mouthful of spiritual fire and lit the dry wood, and the surrounding Taoist children exclaimed in surprise and shouted, "Amazing." ”

Qingyang scratched his head, smiled embarrassedly, and said quietly, "I just watched my ancestor burn the furnace for alchemy every day, and secretly learned some, but unfortunately I can only spit out a spark every time, and today this one is a big one." ”

Bai Xiao waved his hand, it's good to have fire.

A group of children gathered around the dry wood, fanning the wind and lighting a fire. Burn the fire to the fullest, and then put the corn on the rack. Who knew that as soon as the spiritual fire touched the corn, it was entangled and burned into dry wood, Bai Xiao didn't believe in evil, and piled dozens of corn on it, and the end can be imagined. The blazing spiritual fire burned a group of furry children and screamed.

The thick smoke was seen by the senior brothers of the Longyin Peak Torture Hall, and they hurriedly rushed over, the fire had already burned to the cedars on the side, and the disciples of the Torture Hall hurriedly cast water hair, but they couldn't extinguish the spiritual fire at all.

Bai Xiao leaned into Qingyang's ear and asked, "What kind of fire did you light this, why can't you put it out." ”

Qingyang dragged Bai Xiao aside and explained, "It's the fire of the ancestor's alchemy, and I don't know why it can't be extinguished." Will it be okay? ”

Bai Xiao turned his head and found that several senior brothers were also running away from the fire, knowing that he was in trouble, he patted his chest and said, "It's okay, just say that I ordered it, my master is fine, and he is reluctant to spank me." ”

Fortunately, the Qinglian Dao people appeared, cut off the root of the samadhi spiritual fire, and flexibly burned a cedar, and the rootless and sourceless was extinguished.

Qingyang and Bai Xiao were fined for copying books for half a month.

The most interesting thing is that Bai Xiao and Qingyang often go down the mountain to chat and play with the pilgrim sisters, and once delayed the morning class. Qinglian Daoist personally descended the mountain. As soon as the two pilgrim women who came to ask for marriage drew lots, they looked up and saw Qinglian with an extremely extraordinary face, her cheeks flushed, and she gave a blessing and said to the immortal master, and hid aside.

Bai Xiao, who was pinched by the ear, squeezed his eyebrows at Qingyang, and Qingyang pouted and said, "Yueyue went up the mountain to burn incense, just to see Qinglian Immortal Master." Now that the Qinglian Immortal Master is here, he ran to the side shyly. ”

Qinglian Daoist knocked a brain melon shell on Qingyang's head, and then Tengyun returned to Longfeng with the two little guys.

The two pilgrim ladies, only to see the immortal today, picked up the left and right from the lottery holder, found the one on the lot, blushed, and put it into their arms.

The two teenagers quickly forgot the burning pain in their ears, lay on the clouds and pointed to the snow in the mountains and forests, and exclaimed.

Qinglian couldn't help Bai Xiao when she saw that ordinary cultivation was not at all, so she taught a method of entering the ground. Bai Xiao didn't think so at first, but no matter how he pinched the trick in his palm, he just didn't know the point. So he locked himself in his room every day and looked through the books on his practice.

Qingyang came to call a few times, but he couldn't call out.

After a few months, Bai Xiao and Qingyang were not seen out together at the Longhu Mountain Gate, and they returned to their normal appearance today, but everyone still felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts, and they always felt a little less lively.

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On the Tiger Roaring Peak, spring is coming, the flowers are gradually blooming, and several ancestors retreat in front of the grottoes.

Bai Xiao secretly drilled a head out of the ground, and the disciples of the torture hall guarded the surroundings separately.

Bai Xiao thought to himself, "With so many senior brothers watching, there must be treasures inside, I'll go in and take a look." ”

So he sneaked into the ground and got into a grotto under the eyes of his brothers yawning. When I was sinking, I heard a senior brother say, "I haven't seen those two stinky boys for a long time recently, and I don't know when I can catch them and play with them again." ”

Bai Xiao smiled, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the first grotto.

In an instant, the nine swords came out together, resting on Bai Xiao's head, Bai Xiao raised his hand and touched it, hey, what a cool sword. The nine swords turned around and stuck in the old man's back.

A serious old man with nine swords sitting cross-legged in the grotto, his brows tightly locked, his eyebrows like swords. Bai Xiao climbed into the grotto and said, "Grandpa, you have a lot of sweat on your head." ”

The old man was at war between heaven and man, and when he broke through the lock, he could still hear the voice of the outside world.

Bai Xiao helped the old man wipe the sweat from his head, twisted his fingers and stretched his brows, and suddenly heard a voice from next door, "Little friend, don't disturb your Grandpa Jian retreat, come to me." I'll give you something to play. ”

Bai Xiao jumped into the earth like a dive, and his head popped out next door.

The old Taoist has kind eyes, holding a white jade brush in his hand, and a drop of ink on the tip of the pen is slightly swaying, but it does not dissipate for a long time.

The old Taoist grabbed Bai Xiao and asked, "Little doll, how old are you?" ”

Bai Xiaobi bowed respectfully and said, "Grandpa, I'm seven years old. A few days ago, my mother took me to the mountain to pray for blessings, and later I was left on the mountain by Master Qinglian to practice. ”

The old Taoist looked Bai Xiao up and down, and then turned the bone meridians, almost didn't mention it, and said, "At a young age, it's quite heavy." ”

Bai Xiao rubbed his nose and said, "Grandpa, you don't have strength in your hands, my mother can pick me up with one hand." ”

The old Taoist pinched Bai Xiao's face and said, "Of course, your mother is amazing." ”

Bai Xiao rolled in the grotto with a smile, and suddenly felt a little sad, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and tears burst into tears, "But I haven't seen my mother for a long time." I can only stay at the foot of the mountain every day, hoping that my mother will come back to pick me up. I still get into trouble all the time, even though the master doesn't spank me or push me away. But I'm still homesick. ”

The old Taoist touched Bai Xiao's head, and when the aging Yuan Ying in his body opened his eyes, he saw the cause and effect, and the mark of retrospection. A fifteen-year-old boy returns to the body and mind of a seven-year-old. sighed, "Qinglian has good intentions." ”

Bai Xiao cried even harder, and said guiltily, "I know that the master is good to me, I still want him to drive me down the mountain, I want to go home." ”

The old Taoist hurriedly changed the topic and asked, "How is Grandpa Sword next door?" ”

Bai Xiao said, "Grandpa Jian's brows are furrowed together, his head is full of sweat, and there seem to be a few small swords fighting in his body, sparks are flying, and Ding Lin is dumbfounded." ”

The old Taoist jumped up in surprise and asked, "How can you see it." ”

Bai Xiao pulled out a wisp of wolf smoke from behind him and said, "I only found out two days ago that I can see things that I couldn't see before through the smoke, but it's fun, do you want to try it, grandpa." ”

The old Taoist hurriedly waved his hand, his head was covered with sweat, and said, "No, no, you can put it away." ”

Bai Xiao tilted his head and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa Sword will be fine." Before I came, I told him a few small swords in his body that he would never fight again. ”

The old Taoist has a lot of magic, and at this time, he has mixed feelings in his heart, and silently recites, "It's actually his son." ”

Bai Xiao walked around the small grotto, "Grandpa, it's so fun outside, why don't you go out and play." Are you also locked up? ”

The old Taoist explained: "We are in retreat. Those who cultivate the Tao are approaching the limit, and finally fight with heaven and earth. Vainly trying to change one's life against the sky. ”

Bai Xiao asked puzzledly, "Grandpa, are you an immortal?" ”

The old Taoist patted his chest triumphantly and said, "Grandpa, I, but in the famous Yuanying Realm, I don't know how many people call me an immortal." ”

Bai Xiao pointed to the old Taoist's nose and said, "Liar." Yuanying is not an immortal, aren't you still a human like me. ”

The old man's expression darkened, and he sighed, "Yes, I am still a person who is born, old, sick and dead after all." ”

Bai Xiao tugged at the old man's robe and said, "My grandmother said that since you are a human being, you have to eat the fireworks of the world and have a human taste." If you can't even do it well, how can you become an immortal? Tomorrow I will bring you a sugar gourd under the mountain, it is delicious. ”

The old Taoist seems to have understood, the golden light on the body is permeated, and the mysterious morality is added to the body and mutters to himself, "After so many years of obsession with becoming an immortal, he asked, what is an immortal, and what is a person." ”

The white jade pen skyrocketed several times, the ink on the tip of the pen was released, enveloping the entire grotto, and the old Taoist rode the pen to break through the level and rushed out of the sky.

When the disciples of the torture hall came, the grotto was empty.

Bai Xiao swam underground and came to the last grotto.

There was a seven-star Taoist sleeping inside, holding gossip in his hands, holding the five elements, bowing his head and closing his eyes.

Bai Xiao quietly stepped forward and sat beside the old man. As if he had suddenly expanded wide, his body changed back to a fifteen-year-old boy.

Bai Xiao raised his eyes, the past was in his heart, the flowers in March were gradually blooming, and the spring breeze was no more.

The old man's dying words were reflected in Shentu Bai Xiao's eyes, "It's been March when I raised my eyes, and I woke up from a dream and suddenly lived a lifetime." ”

The white dragon appeared on Shentu Bai Xiao's shoulder, rubbing his cheek affectionately. The young man carried the seven-star old man on his back, opened the door of the stone room, and walked out step by step in front of everyone in the torture hall.

Just now, when the old Baiyu Dao broke through, Qinglian had already noticed it, and when she came to the Shenxian Cave, she watched the young man walk out with the old man on his back, and held back the words that had just come to her mouth.

Shentu Bai Xiao came to Qinglian's side, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you for giving me a worry-free March." ”

Qinglian took the old man, patted Shentu Bai Xiao's shoulder and said, "Since you have remembered it, you can do whatever you want, I will take care of it." ”

Shentu Bai Xiaowufu opened his spirit, his fists flowed, and he flew to the top of Longyin Peak and ascended to the top of Xiantai.

On the top of the Shengxian Terrace, there are hundreds of bell chimes, the night stars are prosperous, and under the overlook, the lights in the world are lit up, and they are gorgeous and colorful. It's just that on the banks of the river, there is no longer a wisp of green smoke.

The young man sat on the platform of ascending immortals, his green robe fluttering, surrounded by blood dragons, and his appearance was sad and handsome, like a fairy out of the dust. The fingers stroked gently, the wind rose and the bell chime, and bursts of sad sounds echoed.

The Old Man of the Nine Swords walked out of the grotto and looked out of the sky. The dragon yin peak and the dragon Taoist came to the wind, and the owner of the Tiger Roaring Peak sighed, "Miaoye, Miaoye", and even the sage Qingshen also carried the little rabbit cub of Qingyang to sit on the night clouds. The Dragon and Tiger Mountain Gate is all up and down the mountain.

The white dragon entered the body, Shentu Bai Xiao played music with the sound of the wind, and the bell chime echoed. Thinking about the song that his grandmother taught him before his mother's grave, only this time, it was sung to his grandmother.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze caresses the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. ”

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

The young man sang slowly and emotionally, with a crying voice, the only sad song on Longhu Mountain.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will be gone. ”

The boy suddenly choked up and could no longer sing the last sentence.

The dragon Taoist raised his sword to break through the air, and in an instant, the sword light was like fireworks, blooming in the sky. The sword light fell, the saint Qingshen followed, and then there were those who came, all those who cultivated the dragon and tiger sacrificed to the sky with the sword light. Countless sword lights lit up in the night sky, like a call to relatives and old friends, for a long time.

Qingyang sat on the top of the clouds, taking Yuande Yuanbao and other Taoist children. Singing in a childish voice

"Ask you when you will return, and don't hesitate when you come."

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. Life is rare to get together, only parting more. ”

"Life is rare to get together, only parting more."

The young man was crying, and Qinglian stood behind the young man, looking at the lights of the world with him.