Yang Guo sent the dragon to the tomb and watched the white figure merge into the snow.

Outside is a piece of silver and white, birds are gone, people are gone, and inside the tomb is black, gloomy, cold and swishing. Yang Guo walked a few steps inside against the cold tomb road, suddenly stopped, turned around and ran to the entrance of the tomb, and found a bright place that could barely shelter from the wind and cold, squatting and curling, looking out with delicate and divine eyes. The dragon didn't tell where he was going, and Yang Guo didn't have time to ask so he didn't know when he would be able to come back, but the thought of staying alone in the ancient tomb made his heart furious, so he would rather freeze outside, waiting for the dragon to come back.

The sun was slanting in the west, the light was fading, and it was approaching evening.

Yang Guo clasped his hands on his knees, freezing uncomfortably, his neck was tightly retracted into the collar, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you come back, I'm going to freeze to death." Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to "go home", Yang Guo clapped his hands and regretted: "Oh, I know kung fu, what's the difference between such a cold place and a cold jade bed, just practice to keep out the cold, I'm really stupid." "Rub your palms, cross your knees, and recite the mantra silently to practice internal strength.

The ancient tomb martial arts are original for Lin Chaoying, which is very different from his kung fu, and it is a fast way to enter the country, the more you practice, the faster you practice, and then there are strange things to help you with the cold jade bed, and the rapid progress is what you should do. At the same time, Yang Guo is very qualified, smart, although he is still young, but he has his own unique experience and experience in martial arts, in addition, he was taught by Ouyang Feng before, and practiced the legendary internal skills of the White Camel Villa, and the internal skills are much better than ordinary people.

The snow falls from the sky, creating a cold realm, everything is silent, generating a quiet artistic conception, the wind blows the sound, and the power of stirring, the time of the day is just in line with the essence of the ancient tomb martial arts. Yang Guoyungong breathing, the feeling of internal force swimming in his body made him very comfortable, and he couldn't help but immerse himself in it, a trace of white gas came out of the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, and his face was also covered with thin sweat.

After a while, Yang Guo really didn't feel cold, and said strangely in his heart: "Brother Long's kung fu is really wonderful, he has only been practicing for more than an hour, and it is so useful." "I have great expectations for my future life and my martial arts.

Yang Guo only felt that his whole body was warm, exhaled a breath of heat, jumped up excitedly, stood in the wind, looked up at the sky, and was full of pride, and couldn't help but let out a long howl, shaking countless birds in the forest not far away and flying into the sky. Yang Guo laughed, he had never been so happy, he rushed into the pure white snow, leaving a series of footprints, rolling when he fell, and standing up and running when he rolled enough.

Yang Guo lay on his back in the snow and stretched out his palms to meet the falling snowflakes. The ice crystals melted in the hand, cold at first and then warm, flowing down the fingers, leaving small primitive-shaped holes in the ground. Holding the snow in your hand feels like holding the hand of a dragon, and it's amazing. Yang Guo liked this game very much, repeating it again and again, shaking the dragon's good-looking face again and again in front of him, hoping that the dragon would come back soon.

It's getting darker again.

Yang Guo got up from the ground, shook off the stained snow, his body was not as warm as it was just now, and he planned to return to the tomb to exercise again. At this moment, Yang Guo heard the sound of footsteps outside the dry thorn forest, and he was overjoyed, thinking that the dragon was back, so he hurriedly ran over and shouted, "Brother Long, is it you?" Seeing the faces of the people who came, he couldn't help but be disappointed, looked at each other angrily, didn't have a good face, and asked coldly: "What are you doing here?" ”

Zhen Zhibing didn't expect someone to come out coldly, and he was also startled, and only after seeing that it was Yang did he let down his guard. He lifted the bamboo basket behind him to the front and said to Yang Guo: "I came to send you some rice noodles on the order of the teacher, Yang Guo, take it." The tone was not cold. Yang Guo's apostasy and departure was a great shame for him in Chongyang Palace. Zhen Zhibing is upright, follows the rules, and abides by etiquette, so he can't put on a very good face for this naughty boy who doesn't respect the teacher, and just wants to end the errand quickly.

Yang Guo didn't have any great hostility towards Zhen Zhibing, but as long as he saw that Taoist robe, he would think of the days when he had suffered and suffered, and he would think of Granny Sun's death at the hands of the evil Dao, his expression was even more unkind, and he became ruthless, and said: "Stinky Daoist, leave these little favors to others, you killed Granny Sun, and we are enemies of our Tomb Sect, even if Brother Long and I starve to death, we don't want your things, hurry up." With his hands on his chest, he turned his head to look to the side, arrogant and rude.

Zhen Zhibing was humiliated and furious, but he still remembered why he came from, and he didn't care about Yang Guo with his own identity, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Guo, the snow is blocking the mountain, and there is no way down the mountain, I advise you to leave these things behind." ”

Yang Guo looked at Zhen Zhibing, doubting the truth of what he said, thinking about how the disciples in the Chongyang Palace praised Zhen Zhibing as a person on weekdays, believing that Zhen Zhibing was not lying, not deliberately intimidating, and said in his heart: "This snow may not stop when it will stop, the mountain road is blocked, and there is a shortage of food in the ancient tomb, so you can't buy it in a short time, do you want to drink jade bee syrup all the time?" It's okay for a day or two, but after four or five days, I'm afraid I'm going to be weak in my hands and feet, if I catch up with the bad luck, the snow doesn't stop, and there is no way down the mountain, won't I and Brother Long be starved to death? The big husband can bend and stretch, or accept it? His fingers moved, wanting to stretch out, but just as a snowflake fell, brushing Yang Guo's fingertips, bringing him a little cold.

Yang Guo's heart was crossed, and he was determined not to eat the food that came to him, so he changed his mind and said coldly: "Stinky Taoist, my brother Long is strong in martial arts, and he has his own way to go down the mountain, so you don't need to be nosy, you still keep these things to feed yourself, go quickly, go quickly." Waving his hand to drive away, he turned into the thorn forest and entered the ancient tomb, too lazy to talk to Zhen Zhibing.

Yang Guo's movements were subtle, but the changes before and after did not escape Zhen Zhibing's eyes. Zhen Zhibing also didn't expect Yang Guo's heart to be so strong, he would rather starve than accept their kindness, he had a high opinion of him, and thought to himself, if it weren't for Zhao Zhijing's bad personality and scolding him, with this arrogance and heart, Yang Guo would probably be able to do something in Chongyang Palace. However, Yang Guo's eyes when he left just now were too evil, which made Zhen Zhibing feel bad, and this bit of high opinion disappeared in an instant.

Zhen Zhibing was coldly treated by Yang Guo, and he was also unhappy in his heart, but the master's explanation had to be done, and after hesitating for a moment, he put the bamboo basket on the ground and walked away.

Yang Guo had been hiding behind the thorn forest, he listened to the footsteps on the opposite side and gradually moved away, expecting that Zhen Zhibing had already left, and walked out of the forest again and walked to the bamboo basket. Yang Guo lifted the white cloth on the bamboo basket and saw that there was a bag of rice and noodles inside, which were neatly placed, and he couldn't make up his mind.

Meanwhile, the dragon had returned to the tomb, carrying rice, noodles, and some green vegetables in his hands.

At noon, Long saw that Yang Guo was drinking jade bee syrup and was in pain, so he decided to go down the mountain in advance to buy food. Although the heavy snow covers the mountains and the mountain roads are impassable, the dragon relies on light skills to go back and forth, but he is a little tired.

The dragon put the things away but didn't wait for Yang Guo, and said in his heart: "Are you really obedient and go to sleep?" I went to the stone room to check, but I was empty, and I thought, maybe Yang Guo was bored and went to chat with Grandma Sun, so he turned to the tomb again, but he was empty again. The tombs are criss-crossed, complex and difficult to identify, and there are many mechanisms, and it is possible that Yang Guo was trapped in them.

The dragon was a little worried, and called out in the tomb: "Guo'er, Guo'er, where are you?" ”

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Long searched for the tombs and stone chambers that he could find, but he didn't find Yang Guo's figure, so he had to go out to look for it. In Zhongnan Mountain, only the Quanzhen Sect has a grudge against his ancient tomb, and if something happens to Yang Guo, eighty percent will have nothing to do with that class of Taoist priests.

The dragon ran to the entrance of the tomb, and when he looked around, he found traces on the ground—footprints left by Yang Guo. The snow never stopped, covering it with a layer that is easy to ignore unless you look closely. He came back in such a hurry that he didn't notice it at first. He saw that his footsteps were winding all the way to the direction of the thorn forest, and there was still chaos in the snow, so he was even more sure of the conjecture in his heart, and only said that the Taoist priest of Chongyang Palace went back on his word and took Yang Guo back while he was away. He stepped a little, stepped on the snow, and fell lightly to the outside of the thorn forest, and as soon as he landed, he happened to see Yang Guo squatting on the ground, sloppy and dirty in white.

Long breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly congratulated himself that he didn't directly enter Chongyang Palace, otherwise the old grudges would not be eliminated, and the new feuds would be added, and the entanglement between the ancient tomb and the Quanzhen Sect would really be endless.

Yang Guo was still thinking about whether to leave Zhen Zhibing's "kindness" behind, and he didn't notice the people behind him, of course, there were also dragons who were outstanding and walked silently.

Long stood behind Yang Guo and said deliberately, "Guo'er, what are you doing?" ”

Sure enough, Yang Guo was frightened by the dragon, unstable, sat on the ground, and said in disbelief: "Brother Long, it's you, scared me to death." Hurriedly got up and said with a smile: "Brother Long, you're back, I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you going." ”

Long said with a straight face: "Guo'er, you answer me first, what are you doing here?" "I saw the bamboo basket on the ground.

Yang Guo answered truthfully about Zhen Zhibing's visit.

Long asked, "Guo'er, are you sure that the person who came here is Zhen Zhibing and not someone else?" ”

Yang Guo didn't understand why Long's face suddenly became serious, nodded and said: "It's Zhen Zhibing, I know him, he is Zhao Zhijing's junior brother, and he has a good relationship with Zhao Zhijing. ”

The dragon asked again, "Well, is there anything like a note in this basket?" ”

Yang Guo was confused by Long's question, and couldn't understand why Long paid so much attention to Zhen Zhibing, and there was a vague unhappiness in his heart, and he said truthfully: "Brother Long, I've seen it, there is only a bag of rice and a bag of noodles in this basket, and there is no note." ”

The dragon asked again, "Have you seen it under the basket?" ”

Yang Guo shook his head and said, "I don't know about this, I'll take a look", but he thought in his heart that if there was really a note under the basket, he must take a look in advance to see what bad intentions the person surnamed Zhen had.