Frozen.

The wind was cold.

In the rivers and lakes, many people with good stories have heard a story.

It is said that in the far north, there is an ice and snow sword god.

The Ice and Snow Sword God has always been a guardian, a beautiful fairy who always dances in the wind and snow.

The story has been going on for a long time.

But not many people make a trip to the Far North for the sake of a story.

He had heard this story from Lang, although he was very idle in the past, he never planned to run to the far north for a story, if he did this, then there would be too many stories in the rivers and lakes, and there would be too many places to run.

It doesn't matter whether the story is true or not, believing is true, and thinking that beauty is good.

Even if it is a beautiful story, some people will scoff at it.

So, why care if the story is true or not?

The wind was cold.

From the waves, I saw a white shadow of a sword dancing in the wind and snow......

Sword, flowing with colored light.

Your figure is dressed in a beautiful wind and snow dance costume, fluttering skirts, ribbons, outlining a fairy-like beauty.

The scenery is beautiful, but the people are even more beautiful.

Unexpectedly, this story turned out to be true.

But it's clear that the story is true.

There is really such a fairy in white who has been dancing with a sword in the wind and snow.

And beside the fairy in white, there is indeed a man who guards her.

This man does have a sword hanging from his waist.

The man's hair, very long, swayed in the wind and snow.

His hair was already frozen, but the snow and ice on his clothes were not.

The clothes and hair of the woman dancing the sword are very clean, and whenever there is a little snow, he will swing the sword, shaking away the ice and snow covering the woman's clothes and hair, so careful, gentle, and focused. It seems that you never know what boring and impatient is.

But the ice in his own hair was never heeded.

Why, but ice is not allowed on his clothes?

From the waves are somewhat curious.

But soon he felt that this curiosity was because he was not smart enough, or rather, he did not understand the love between men and women enough, and did not understand it.

The fairy in white does not always dance the sword, she gets tired, and when she is tired, she stops and snuggles into the arms of men. With a sweet smile on her face, she was quiet and docile like a rabbit, while the man carefully fed the prepared food into her mouth little by little.

Men are not allowed to have snow on their clothes for fear of freezing women.

The woman didn't eat much, drank a glass of wine, hugged the man's waist, and slowly closed her eyes. In the arms of the man, he fell asleep......

"Is there a sleeping drug in the food, or in the wine?" From the waves are not very sure. But he had already seen that the woman's state was very abnormal, because her eyes were not looking at the man, and she was very loose. It's too similar to the many people in the rivers and lakes who are wandering around and going crazy because of the murderous special effects.

"Whatever you come to do, I don't like to bother. Please disappear from my sight as soon as possible. "This man, of course, is eternally floating, and this woman, of course, is the world of snow dance.

However, Conglang doesn't know them, and Yongsui Piaoling doesn't know Conglang.

"I really don't want to bother you, I just want to ask for directions, where is the best place to bury yourself in the ice and not be easily affected by environmental changes? Sleeping place, I think you can understand my need for quieter. Conglang didn't get angry, but laughed, even though the man was too arrogant and arrogant. But he felt that if it were him, he would not have a good attitude towards everyone who came to disturb.

"As long as it's not by the sea. You need a place like this, please go a little further. Yong Sui Piao Ling responded indifferently, over the years, he had met many such people. Most of them are silent looking for a place on their own, some people ask questions, some people ask long and short questions, and some people do it because of his attitude, of course, the last person who did it is dead, and they have not returned.

"Don't worry, I don't want to bother you around, it's definitely not pleasant to always look at someone in the ice." Conglang felt that when he said this, he was very able to understand the mood of eternal age. "Finally, please do me a favor, if anyone finds here with my portrait, please don't say they've seen me."

"No one will come looking for you." Yongsui Piaoling responded indifferently.

Conglang couldn't help but smile bitterly. "It seems that my face is long and pitiful."

After walking from the waves, walking out of twenty miles, and climbing over an iceberg, he realized that he didn't understand the mood of Yongsui at all just now.

On the side of the iceberg, in the ice cliff, you can see many figures.

They are all people who are sealed in ice, with thousands of postures, horizontal and vertical.

"It turns out that I am not lonely and pitiful......," Conglang smiled bitterly. The answer to the question is based on experience. The people here obviously buried themselves far enough to hinder the eternal age, so they were brought here and thrown into the cold ice indiscriminately, unable to even ask for a peaceful sleeping position. Conglang decided to go further, and it would be too stupid to see what happened to these people and not know how to learn a lesson. He is not interested in joining in this kind of mass grave like the excitement, who is eager to be lively when people come here?

From the waves, he walked out fifty miles.

Finally took a fancy to an iceberg.

With the first-level martial arts hall martial arts that he learned after being reborn, it is really not difficult to break the ice.

Crushed ice, piled up in holes in the ground, lay down from the waves, and although it was not very comfortable, he knew that he could not ask too much.

He used his power to dissolve the broken ice that had been buried on his body, and by the time he finished his work, the water had completely submerged him.

He soon lost consciousness, because the water quickly turned to ice after the harvest......

In the last moment before being sealed by the cold ice and losing consciousness, Conglang realized that what he thought of was not Rong'er, but a woman who had always liked him in the past growth yard, but he had never been cold, lively and always looking for opportunities to stick to him......

He obviously never thought about her, and the woman he obviously missed was always Rong'er.

However, he didn't have a chance to think about why, because in the next moment, he was completely unconscious......

The wind and snow are still there.

Yongsui Piaoling ignored Conglang, not even interested in glancing at his back.

There are indeed many people who are eager to find ice.

It's all because I've heard the story of the Lonely Tavern, and it's all because I'm sad.

Seeking eternal tranquility in the cold is the only feasible way for them to pursue peace.

Is the ice here permanent?

Perhaps,

Maybe not.

Forever years old floating, holding the sleeping snow and dancing the world. Quietly, without thinking about anything, quietly hugging her......

Here, it is their two-person world, a quiet two-person world, and he hopes it is an eternal two-person world.

A group of hundreds of artistic conception level masters arrived at the Holy Land of Righteousness.

They were arranged to their respective abode, and one of them left the main hall at the end, before leaving. He sighed sadly and said, "From the waves, I will never return to the rivers and lakes." I heard that he once appeared at the rebirth point, and there were witches Ling'er and Rong'er nearby, and I think it may have something to do with these two witches. Conglang is too arrogant......"

“…… It's a shame indeed. "It's a pity.

Conglang is the only real master of the Wudang faction at the beginning of the Chaos Era.

And I don't have heard Xiaojian say that if Conglang has never left the rivers and lakes, his achievements. must be only higher than Rong'er. It's just that I haven't heard the purple shirt say that Conglang is destined to not be able to stay in the rivers and lakes for a long time.

It's like Conglang hasn't actually been able to do it. Really never set foot in the rivers and lakes again. Because of his heart, he has never forgotten the rivers and lakes, and he loves the rivers and lakes.

This is an inexplicable sorrow.

So, there are no ifs.

There are no regrets. But she wasn't surprised.

The man silently folded his fists and withdrew, saying nothing else. This is the case from the waves, the better everyone is to re-emerge from the rivers and lakes together, and then vigorously break through the rivers and lakes.

In the hearts of these old guys, Conglang should always be a top master close to the white dusk, always hoping that one day Conglang can regain his strength, but he has not waited so far, but they have not given up, but Conglang himself gave up first......

Outside the main hall, the Great Elder of the Righteous Qi Holy Land, as well as dozens of elders, were waiting outside, and when they saw the last artistic conception level master who had reappeared in the rivers and lakes come out, they all hugged their fists and greeted each other.

The man turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to himself......

The sneer saw that Shang Shang was still maintaining a fist-hugging salute, and couldn't help but sneer. "Didn't you notice that they don't look down on us at all? In their eyes, we, the great elders, the elders are the same as the newcomers, they are not as good as the scum! ”

Shang smiled bitterly, "Brother, you are too sensitive. Besides, after they came back, they were all honorary elders, and their status was only higher than ours, so even if they had a shelf, it was a matter of course, right? What's more, they are all artistic conception level, not to mention that we can't compare with the effect of the gods, let's just say that after they spend more than a year or two years to practice the level of the Eliminable Martial Arts, that is, the artistic conception level masters of the people in the rivers and lakes, can they be at the same level as us? We respect them for granted, and it is inexplicable that they respect us. ”

Sneered. "You're such a minion!"

"Brother Leng, people are in the rivers and lakes, and respecting people who are stronger than you is polite and a matter of course. Should the strong worship the newlyweds and act according to the newlyweds? How does this have to do with minions? "Upward is just an excuse, but not arguing with cynicism, this trick is very effective, because so far, cynicism, although his attitude seems to have not changed much, is actually willing to talk to him a lot, and he does not make trouble without trouble. Upward believes that people's hearts are flesh and blood, Lu Yao knows that Ma Ma will see people's hearts for a long time, and sooner or later he will be willing to admit that he is his good brother and good friend from the inside out.

"What's so great about these crumbs! I couldn't get along at the beginning and retired to the rivers and lakes, but now I am back and self-righteous, with their kind of goods, how did they get out of the way back then, and how will they get out of the future in the future! Do you think they are masters? I don't! ”

"As Brother Leng said, there are not many masters in the rivers and lakes." Smile wordlessly and bitterly, even if you understand the idea of cynicism, there is more than one way to distinguish the masters in the hearts of the people in the rivers and lakes.

Many people think that except for the strongest person in the rivers and lakes, everyone else is garbage and is not worthy of being called a master; There are also many people who feel that anyone who is stronger than themselves is a master and deserves respect and worship; There are also some people who feel that they are masters above the artistic conception level; Of course, there are some people who think that the super-first-class or above is a master; The most popular way to look at it has always been that as long as you have been among the super-first-class masters, you are a master, and the artistic conception level is naturally a master.

And the division of masters in the cynical heart, although not as funny as the most extreme, is also extreme enough.

"Originally, only a master who can always be in the rivers and lakes and never give up can be called a master!" The cynicism is a matter of course, and the upward non-saying is the way the cynicism divides the master in his heart, where can it be changed?

Wangshan on the side couldn't help but interject and asked, "Brother Leng, do you think you are a master?" ”

This question, obviously, is a bit interesting, like a contradictory story.

The cynicism did not hesitate or hesitate for a moment, and the answer was fast. "Not now, but it will definitely be in the future!"

When some of the surrounding elders and elders heard this, some of them sneered disapprehantly, while others felt that they were sneering and ambitious.

Upward is the latter, although for their newcomers, the artistic conception level is like a dream that can never be touched, they can only think about it, but there is never a chance to practice, but upward also has such a dream, although he doesn't know how to do it, but he believes that as long as he has not given up in the rivers and lakes and makes unremitting efforts, one day he will be able to comprehend the new artistic conception and become a master of artistic conception.

Wangshan was very satisfied with the sneering answer, seeking truth from facts, not violating the principle of dividing his own masters, but he also did not look down on himself because of this. "Brother Leng, Wangshan learns from you."

Sneered and sneered. "Learn from me! If you want to learn from the Holy Lord, you see them, they will never leave the rivers and lakes! Just this courage, this will, should be legendary! ”

Wangshan smiled. "Big brother, how dare I hope that I can match the Holy Lord?"

"Grass! Think you'll be able to catch up with me? Tell you, no way! The cynicism was furious, and Wangshan laughed, knowing that the cynical temperament was deliberate, not really angry. I just want to catch up with my eldest brother, I should do it, right? ”

"Okay, you kid catches up with me nine-out of nine, there's hope. 100% hopeless. He sneered, and for a moment, several familiar elders around him laughed happily.

But behind the laughter, many elders, great elders, have uneasy worries hidden in their hearts.

So many artistic conception-level masters have come to the Holy Land of Righteousness one after another, many of them are masters who have followed White Dusk in the past, and many of them are artistic conception-level skill masters, these of them can climb to the position of elders because of the Jianghu era after the Providence Mission, to put it bluntly, they are just a new generation of super-first-class masters, and how many will be able to keep the position of the Great Elder and Elder in the future?

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Today's third chapter fills in the chapter of last month's 180th monthly pass. (To be continued......)