Looking at the mountain and running a dead horse, naturally the snow-capped mountain is still far away, and it is not a few days to reach it.

Seeing that the sky is getting dark, the urgent problem to solve is the problem of food and housing.

Zhao Lingxue used to need to think about this, but now she is too lazy to think about it.

The extreme north is known as the sea of snow, because of the special geography, the night comes a little later than other places, but the sky is still a little darker, the three of them walked along a not too wide carriage road, the feet made a crisp creaking sound, and finally saw a yurt house more than ten miles away, a total of more than a dozen, all white, if you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

Walking to a yurt at the very edge, Xiao Jiansheng went over to inquire.

He carefully opened the leather curtain of the yurt, a strong smell of wine came to his face, and then saw that on the ground covered with dead grass was sitting an old man with a curled beard and drinking alone, the old man saw someone open the leather curtain, immediately put down the wine bowl in his hand, quickly grabbed an old bow at hand, and was about to shoot an arrow at Xiao Jiansheng.

Xiao Jiansheng hurriedly smiled and waved his hand and said, "Old man, don't get me wrong, the junior just came here to spend the night, and has no other intentions." ”

The old man didn't put down his bow, the bright arrow pointed directly at Xiao Jiansheng's heart, still maintaining a high degree of vigilance, the pair of dim old eyes stared straight at Xiao Jiansheng, stared at Xiao Jiansheng for a few breaths before putting the bow down, picked up the wine bowl again and took a sip, and said in a very strong northern accent: "You go, it's not safe here, they will come at night, they can't stay overnight." ”

The old man's accent is a bit similar to the accent of Shen Jianyu's speech, Xiao Jiansheng can barely understand it, and it is estimated that the old man is too.

Xiao Jiansheng didn't leave, and went straight into the yurt.

The old man sighed and glanced at him casually.

Xiao Jiansheng quickly handed over a piece of waist pendant, the old man hesitated for a moment, took the waist card and put it under his nose to look at it and said, "Elder Keqing, the legendary cultivator, right?"

Xiao Jiansheng nodded and said, "I can order three-legged cat kung fu." ”

The old man smiled reluctantly, pushed the wine bowl on the low wooden table in front of Xiao Jiansheng, and asked, "Do you know how to drink?"

Xiao Jiansheng patted the wine gourd on his waist and said with a smile: "Bring your own, we only need a place to stay, of course we won't live in vain, you can make a price at will." ”

The old man waved his sleeves casually, as if he had no interest in money and things, and there was no superfluous expression on his face.

The old man got up, and just wanted to pat Xiao Jiansheng's shoulder with his dirty hand, but suddenly withdrew his hand again, and laughed at himself: "Freshly clothed nobleman, it's amazing, I almost soiled the nobleman, since the nobleman is not afraid of things, then live and watch, stay for a few nights, maybe the nobleman can bring good luck here, and the one who should come will not come again......"

The old man walked slowly, and took Xiao Jiansheng and Zhao Lingxue to another yurt not far away, his dim eyes swept a few times in the yurt and sighed, and he turned around immediately without stopping, quite a sense of escaping.

What makes Xiao Jiansheng even more strange is that this yurt room is much cleaner than the one where the old man lives, and there are new thick blankets on the ground, and the new quilts and pillows are stacked neatly, and others such as the curved bow on the middle column, the lamps and candles, the round wooden table for eating, etc., seem to be new and have not been used much.

"It's all new and looks like a wedding room......"

Zhao Lingxue didn't continue, but the meaning was already obvious.

It may be that the old man's son has an accident, or it may be that he has gone far away, coupled with the old man's eyes and the sigh that he couldn't hide when he left, Xiao Jiansheng thinks that the former is more likely.

It was very warm in the yurt, and the old man did not come back after leaving, and the three of them began to go about their own business.

Simply ate some dry food that he carried with him, and the sky outside was completely dark, and the big porcelain bowl originally wanted to light a lamp and candle to illuminate the yurt a little, but Zhao Lingxue said that it was best not to move the things here at will, and the big porcelain bowl dispelled the idea.

Soon, Zhao Lingxue and the big porcelain bowl chatted about the little things in the palace, Xiao Jiansheng didn't understand and didn't want to listen, so he walked out of the yurt alone under the pretext of going out for a walk to digest food.

It was cold outside and very windy.

The white crescent moon hung coldly in the sky, echoing the snow-capped ground.

The biting cold wind roared like a roar, and swept the snow foam on the ground, like a tide, like a sandstorm, and ran unscrupulously.

Xiao Jiansheng wrapped his short jacket and walked into the wind and snow, walking farther and farther, gradually moving away from the overflowing lights in the yurt.

The Purple Star can also be seen in the land of the extreme north, but Xiao Jiansheng is not going to meditate on the Purple Star tonight, he wants to quietly absorb and digest the sword qi left in Cao Wang's body by himself, although the sword wound is good, but those extremely fine sword qi cannot be digested for a while, which is not a good thing.

Cao Wang's sword qi is very weird, hidden in his body as if playing hide and seek with him, difficult to find, difficult to capture when found, stronger than the sword qi left by Nanguo An Gongzi, more difficult to decompose, he didn't do this to Zhao Lingxue these days, naturally he didn't want Zhao Lingxue to worry.

The wind howled louder and stronger, the snow under his feet became deeper and deeper, and when he was almost halfway to his legs, Xiao Jiansheng stopped and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

The liquor is full of aroma in the throat, smashing the tongue, sweet and mellow.

That night, Zhao Lingxue told him about Yuan Muyu sending wine, Xiao Jiansheng immediately guessed that it was Ning Tieshoe, and he also guessed that Ning Tieshou was watching the excitement nearby at that time, and the old drunkard didn't come to help, what did it mean to send a pot of wine afterwards?

I have a pot of wine to soothe the dust?

After drinking our wine, the emperor's daughter dares to hug?

Or is it a drunken courage?

Xiao Jiansheng drank several sips in a row with the howling wind, but he couldn't drink for a reason, and he smiled to himself, thinking that the old drunkard was really an interesting person, and even accepted a little apprentice.

No matter what, it was true that drinking to ward off the wind and cold, and in an instant, Xiao Jiansheng became hot all over.

The liquor entered his throat, turned into a stream of heat and merged into the sea of qi, and then spread all over his body, seemingly devouring the sword qi that Cao Wang left in his body little by little.

Wonderful!

Xiao Jiansheng was reluctant to drink more, and quickly sealed the wine gourd and hung it around his waist.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and when Xiao Jiansheng is standing in the wind and snow, looking up at the night sky, he is also thinking about some things, such as Wu'er and Qing'er mentioned by Tong Xinlu and the ascetic.

Just then, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the distance.

Under the faint moonlight, a shadow came with snow foam, rubbing his hands and stopping at Xiao Jiansheng.

Zhao Lingxue said with a smile: "The big porcelain bowl said that you toad want to eat swan meat." ”

Zhao Lingxue laughed to herself.

Xiao Jiansheng also wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, but Zhao Lingxue was still laughing, and he laughed very seriously.

Zhao Lingxue stopped laughing and said: "She said that you have a good hand of fish and a good hand of firewood for chopping, and you can run faster than a hare, and you can barely be my subordinate." ”

Xiao Jiansheng frowned, his face darkened.

Zhao Lingxue leaned in towards Xiao Jiansheng and reminded: "You haven't said how you got into my dream, do you want to drink wine again to strengthen your courage." ”

Xiao Jiansheng said in a low voice: "I'm afraid you won't believe it." ”

Zhao Lingxue said: "I believe it." ”

Xiao Jiansheng said: "When I went to the shrine, I passed by an ancient battlefield, maybe I thought too much, and unconsciously entered a fantasy realm, the environment inside is similar to what you said, and the white-haired woman is very similar to you." ”

Zhao Lingxue lowered her head and said nothing, opened Xiao Jiansheng's clothes, and put her cold little hand inside.

Xiao Jiansheng held Zhao Lingxue's face with both hands, and the two stuck tightly together.

Zhao Lingxue looked at those eyes closely, Xiao Jiansheng slowly lowered his head, and his cold lips kissed her smooth forehead.

Zhao Lingxue didn't refuse, but she closed her mouth nervously, and suddenly buried her head in her hot chest.

After a long time, Zhao Lingxue raised her head, stared into his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Xue'er has a very important thing to do here. ”

Xiao Jiansheng nodded and said, "Before you break through the realm, I also have a very important thing to do. ”

Just as the two of them were talking in a low voice, in the wind and snow in the distance, an arrow with killing intent quickly aimed at the two figures in the distance.

Xiao Jiansheng ignored it, and put Zhao Lingxue on his shoulder and walked towards the yurt.

Suddenly, there was a sound of slaughter breaking through the wind and snow, Xiao Jiansheng waved his hand casually, all the arrows cracked and broke in the air, and immediately after, a snow wave rolled up on the snow, and in an instant, the black shadows lurking in the snow rolled up dozens of feet into the air.

Back in the yurt, the large porcelain bowl was already asleep.

Xiao Jiansheng untied Zhao Lingxue's golden qiu in the dark and asked her to sit cross-legged.

Zhao Lingxue's eyes slowly closed, Xiao Jiansheng sat behind her, his hands were rubbed on her soft back through a layer of thin clothes, and after about a stick of incense, Xiao Jiansheng moved to Zhao Lingxue, gently pressed his hands on her shoulders, and after a few breaths, he swiped downward, and so on until the sky gradually brightened.

The big porcelain bowl had already woken up, staring at the two of them with straight eyes.

Outside the yurt, the old man was already waiting outside the leather curtain, his face was ruddy, and he didn't know if he was cold or excited.

Xiao Jiansheng walked out to borrow cooking utensils from the old man, and the old man rubbed his hands and said hesitantly: "When are the nobles going to leave, if they are not in a hurry, they will stay for a few more days." ”

Xiao Jiansheng curiously glanced at the sturdy bags tied behind the old man, and asked, "Is there something wrong with the old man?"

The old man smiled shyly: "Half a year ago, my pair of hard-working children were captured by a group of snowfield horse bandits on their wedding night. ”

Zhao Lingxue heard the movement outside and walked out, her face became more and more delicate, she looked at the old man and asked, "Old man, what is your child's name." ”

The old man sighed and said, "Xu Hanjin, daughter-in-law Yang Gui'e." ”

Zhao Lingxue glanced at Xiao Jiansheng, and Xiao Jiansheng suddenly remembered what happened last night.

At this moment, more than ten miles away, a group of masked horses were holding scimitars in their hands and quickly stepping on the snow.