March, should be the time when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the trees compete for spring. But in the mountains of the Northern Regions, which are covered with snow all year round, time is like a locked prisoner without a trace of movement, and the whole heaven and earth seem to be one. Due to the cold climate and harsh environment in the northern region, there is little life activity, and the whole mountain range presents a sense of loneliness and silence, as if the snow is left after the removal of this mountain. Only the faint floating white clouds in the sky and the eagles that pass by the mountains a few days apart add some life to this mountain range, which seems to have been abandoned by the world.

On top of one of the lowest peaks in the mountains, there is a hut made of dead wood.

There were two people living in the house, an old man who did not look like an old man, and a young man who did not look like a teenager.

"Hey, boy, add some firewood, because the teacher is too old to stand the cold. "By the campfire in the house, the old man leaned on a bench, crossed his legs, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his long gray hair was scattered and shawled.

The young man next to him got up when he heard this, picked up a handful of dry firewood from the corner of the room and threw it into the fire, and the dry firewood fell into the fire with a falling momentum, splashing a burst of sparks, and the remnants floated to the silver-white beard of the withered old man beside him...

"Hey, I said you kid wanted to kill the teacher! You definitely did it on purpose!"

The old man jumped up from the bench and jumped on the spot a few times, and looked at the young man on the side with a distorted face, his wide eyes and flushed old face showed that he was very angry now.

The young man on the side also stood up and looked at the old man, his face was calm, and the gray pupils in his eyes did not fluctuate at all. After a pause, he turned and walked to the wooden door, a pair of slender but calloused hands grabbed the doorknob and slammed it open. Outside, the wind and snow seemed to have found a place to go, and a chill instantly filled the entire wooden house.

The young man stood by the door, the cold wind blowing in outside made the long black hair fly wantonly, his indifferent eyes looked at the old man calmly and firmly, a fierce momentum rose from his feet and spread abruptly to the surroundings, and the wind and snow outside the house were all blocked from the door because of this skyrocketing momentum.

Looking at the young man with high fighting spirit, the old man's flushed face suddenly returned to normal, and his upright body also changed back to a rickety state, and he slowly lay back on the bench, ignoring the awe-inspiring young man with a fighting spirit, as if he closed his eyes.

Seeing this, the young man stepped forward with his right foot, and the momentum that permeated the whole audience instantly gathered and pressed towards the old man, and the terrifying qi wrapped the old man's whole body, stimulating every inch of the old man's skin.

The old man still lay comfortably on the bench and ignored it, ignoring the huge qi machine that shrouded him.

"Forget it, forgive you again, good boy, for the sake of the teacher, close the door quickly. The old man squinted and said, leaning back.

"Draw your sword!" the pale lips opened slightly, with a tone that could not be refused.

"Close the door, I won't promise you, in the past few years, in addition to drawing a sword, I am drawing a sword, and I can't fight anymore because of my teacher. The old man turned his back and said.

"Okay, then I'll go down tomorrow. ”

"You dare!"

"Why don't you dare?"

"Okay! Su Qianjue, the wings are stiff, you want to spread your wings and fly high, right?" The decisive tone stimulated the old man, and the old man suddenly turned over and looked directly at the young man in front of him.

"This mountain Lao Tzu opened, Lao Tzu has the final say, Lao Tzu is not allowed, even if the true immortal comes to that day, he has to stay for Lao Tzu!"

"So, draw your sword. The response to the old man was still that unemotional sentence.

"You... You...!" The old man was speechless with anger, and turned his back to the boy to stop looking at him.

This big and small urine have been silently facing each other for a long time.

As if he couldn't hold on, the old man sighed lightly, "Isn't it good to be on the mountain?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, a trace of unbearability flashed on Su Qianjue's face, but then he said firmly, "There is a person, you must see, there is something you must do!"

"There's still half a year left until that incident, can't we wait?"

"Zhang Orion under the mountain said that the official family posted a list, the hundred tribes in southern Xinjiang invaded the Central Plains, the three princes of Daqi led 100,000 troops to suppress, the army was defeated in Bailuyuan, more than half of the 100,000 soldiers were killed and wounded, the Son of Heaven was furious, the three princes could not escape the blame, relieved of his position as the generalissimo of soldiers and horses, and the staff was punished by a thousand, and all the generals under the door were dismissed to guard, and they were not allowed to take a step in the palace to comfort the world. ”

"Alas. The old man sighed lightly when he heard this, "If I remember correctly, old man, that kid was the third in line back then?"

"Yes. Su Qianjue said softly.

"Afraid of something happening to him?"

The young man was silent, and his hand holding the sword tightened.

"So, are you—are you ready!" The old man turned around and stood solemnly, and in front of the young man's eyes, the old man who looked like he was about to die gradually grew taller, and his old body was like a pillar of optimus, and the sky was not shocked!

Taking a deep breath, Su Qianjue raised the sword in his hand, this ancient sword that had accompanied him for twenty years, the sword was three feet seven inches long, the whole body was ice blue, and the lines on the sword body were like a snowflake attached to it. Before him, this peerless sword belonged to the old man in front of him.

The ancient sword is famous, and its name is - stepping on snow!

The qi of the whole body reached its peak at this moment, and in the face of this old man, Su Qianjue's attention was unprecedentedly concentrated, and he didn't dare to be distracted at all.

The corners of the old man's mouth showed a hint of relief, and the young man in front of him was like himself back then, and his heart was higher than the sky.

"If you want to go down the mountain, prove to me if you have the qualifications!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Qianjue's pupils shrank suddenly, and the figure of the old man next to the chair slowly dissipated like an afterimage, and a pair of palms suddenly appeared in front of him!

Feeling the trembling of the sword body and the numbness from the tiger's mouth, Su Qianjue's eyes condensed, and he stepped forward with the sword, and the internal breath poured into the sword body, revealing a three-foot sword light, and the wrist vibrated eighteen times at an extremely irregular frequency in an instant, and a suction force was suddenly generated at the blade of the sword, which gathered all the cold wind around the body, and then extremely compressed on the tip of the sword and spread forward.

The powerful wind swirled around the old man, and under the pressure of the extreme speed, the wisps of cold wind made the old man unable to move for a while like a prison, and he could only watch as the snow sword outside the prison swept in!

"Wind back?" In the center of the wind gust, the old man did not panic in the slightest, waiting for the thunderous sword that stabbed at him in the wind. In half a breath, Su Qianjue came to the old man with the momentum of wind and thunder and stabbed out with a sword, and then ..... Stop two inches from the old man's throat!

Huh? Su Qianjue frowned, his right hand couldn't help but increase his strength, and the surging inner breath continued to flow into the sword in his hand, but he could no longer move an inch forward. This peerless sword weapon, which is rare in the world, stopped between two dark and rough fingers!

Sensing the incomparable power coming from the tip of the sword, Su Qianjue found that he couldn't pull out of those two fingers while holding the treading snow, and a heavy feeling like a mountain of thousands of miles came to his face, overwhelming him. His body trembled uncontrollably, as if he was about to be unable to hold the snow in his hand due to the terrifying oppression of being pressed by the mountain, but he never let go, his face was already distorted, but the indomitable intent in his eyes became more and more vigorous.

Struggling to raise his head, looking at the old man in front of him, the flames in his pupils continued to rise.

The old man stretched out his left hand and raised it suddenly, pressing it down, and the inner breath like a sea of water burst out, and the wind back that Su Qianjue had just cast was shattered in an instant.

Like the last straw that crushed the camel, losing the last bit of help from Fenghui, Su Qianjue could no longer resist the oppression like heaven and earth, let go of the sword in his hand, and knelt in front of the old man with both hands.