"The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Beishan Scripture" said: The beast, its shape is like a leopard, and the title of the text is white, the name is Mengji, it is good at volving, and its song is self-calling.

It is perched on top of a snow-capped mountain.

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The location of Yang Quli's training with Yi Xuan was changed to Yi Xu's house.

A month, as fast as it is said, was spent in Yang Quli's training and guidance to Yi Xuan.

During Yang Quli's departure, he tried to sneak back to Grandma Yang's house by himself, but Grandma Yang actually set up an enchantment shield, so he couldn't do it.

A month later, Yan Xu came to take the two of them on their journey.

"Master!"

Yang Quli rushed into the door as soon as possible to find Grandma Yang's traces.

Grandma Yang has not been seen for a month, and she is indeed a lot haggard, the original inconspicuous old age lines are a little deeper, her complexion is not as ruddy as before, and her eyes are black.

"Here, come with the old man."

Grandma Yang went directly to the topic, without any nonsense, and no matter what questions Yang Quli and Yi Xuan had, she didn't pay attention to them.

The runes are entwined, and the ringing rings are in the ears.

Yi Xuan seemed to hear Grandma Yang's soft sigh.

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【Day 1: Afternoon】

Cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

It was as if she had a dream.

She left her thousand-year-old home, the god she guarded, to the warm land, and followed the man.

"You follow me down the mountain, and when you get to the bottom of the mountain, I will accompany you."

The man pulled his hair lightly, promising to be more beautiful.

And she was imprisoned in a wooden flail, tearing her heart.

The man was so warm to her, but in the end he threw her into the abyss of the East China Sea.

She was gnawed by thousands of fish, desperately returned to the capital, looking at the human beings who were as small as dust in her eyes, looking at the snow, she was physically and mentally exhausted, she just wanted to go home, return to the gods.

The gods abandoned her.

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Her name is Binghime.

She is Meng Ji, a spiritual creature on Kunlun Mountain for thousands of years, generation after generation, guarding the dilapidated temple on the mountain with the Spirit Guarding Clan.

Their god gave them the strength to live.

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Headache......

Yi Xuan opened his eyes, his body was sour, his body was covered with medicinal herbs, and he was in a stone house with a lamp.

Yi Yu inherits all of Binghime's memories.

It should be said that Bing Ji was born as a spirit animal, and now she and Yi Xu's soul coexist in this body, and they share their own memories.

It was a body transformed into a woman, covered in a white shirt, with some of the wounds on its body shocking, and in the process of difficult healing, the blood stains all over the body had been cleaned up.

What she saw was what happened to Binghime.

He was deceived into going down the mountain, sacrificed to the palace, his power was difficult to tame, and he was finally abandoned on a ship in the East China Sea to a neighboring country.

Bing Ji personally ended the people she once trusted and loved, and completely lost her true heart to human beings, and only wanted to return to Kunlun.

The temple where she once lived, but it couldn't accommodate her.

She fainted in front of the temple ruins, crimson blooming all over the snowy fields.

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"Anyone......"

Her voice was weak.

Because Bing Ji's soul is still there, Yi Xuan can't fully recover her physical condition.

She barely supported herself, leaning against the furnishings in the room and moving slowly with difficulty.

In her sleep, she felt heartburn pain in every part of her body, but now it is much better, only those huge wounds are still pulling.

The furnishings are very popular, and a plain screen in front of the couch is very conspicuous, and the hot and humid air rises from the top of the screen.

She walked around the screen.

I don't know who took off the robe, clean and dusty, and put it quietly on the stone bench.

The medicine stove next to it was filled with steam, and the cooing sound was accompanied by a faint medicinal fragrance, and it was hot and humid.

The figure sneaks in through another screen.

The white clothes are fluttering, and the smoke and dust are not close.

The long hair is scattered, and Dan Zhu is happy.

The man was tall, with dusty eyebrows and eyes, thin eyebrows and gentle eyebrows, and his gestures exuded closeness and warmth.

This man is like a god in the sky...... Yi Xuan couldn't help but be surprised.

"Awake?"

The gentle voice fell steadily into Yi Xu's ears.

The silent part of his body trembled slightly, and Yi Xujue's heart twitched, and his eyes were hot.

He is Xia Mingjun, the descendant of the temple's Guardian Clan.

In the long snow ridge, only Xia Mingjun and Bing Ji have always been accompanied.

Xia Mingjun left for three years, Bing Ji stayed alone for three years, and finally Bing Ji left him and left with the man at the bottom of the mountain.

Shocked, Bing Ji's guilt was hard to hide.

"I'm sorry......" Yi Xuan was the only one who could say this sentence at the moment.

"Just come back."

Xia Mingjun smiled at the corner of his eyes, bent down and rolled up his sleeves, checked the fire of the soup stove, and gently fanned the flame in the stove.

He was naturally distressed, but he could only pretend to be calm, and if he revealed his sadness, it would only make Bing Ji even more guilty.

He had only been away for three years, and when he returned, he saw Bing Ji lying half-dead on the snow, and he had lost his human form.

They have a long lifespan, which is also destined for the two to depend on each other for thousands of years.

None of them were ready to separate.

Fortunately, Bing Ji's injury was just an ordinary injury, although it was serious, it would not be fatal.

When he came back from the mountain, he could roughly understand what had happened to Binghime...... But what can it be, in the end, everything has nothing to do with not saying goodbye.

The temple is dedicated to the forgotten gods and is their common faith.

Bing Ji's matter this time is really a bit big.

Yi Xuan wanted to speak.

Xia Mingjun ...... I can't go back......"

This is what Bing Ji wants to say.

Bing Ji's state was completely relaxed, and she melted into the stone house with Yi Xuan, and her body was slumped next to the medicine stove.

Bing Ji wanted to return to the ruined temple, but an enchantment rose outside the temple, blocking her path.

Xia Mingjun is the only person she trusts now.

She was so stupid that she left behind her god and her companions.

"It doesn't matter." Xia Mingjun gently filled the bowl of decoction, half-knelt down, and helped Bing Ji with one hand.

He gently hugged Bing Ji, held her in his arms, gently scooped a spoonful of the decoction, and blew it to try the temperature.

"Let's drink the medicine first." He said.

Yi Xuan was hugged in his arms, feeling the body temperature transmitted to her, she was a little uncomfortable, she felt that Nan Qi was very unhappy.

The spoon was brought to her mouth, and she opened her mouth.

Since there is still the soul of Bing Ji, Yi Xuan cannot fully control this body, and Bing Ji is now so weak, but he still has the ability to control his body.

Xia Mingjun slowly fed the decoction.

This bitter taste is extreme, but Bing Ji is unmoved.

"You have covered the snow and injured innocent people, and your karma is heavy, and after a thousand years, you will be able to return to the temple after removing your karma." Xia Mingjun comforted.

Karma ...... After Bing Ji escaped from the East China Sea, she hated human beings, killed the negative people, caused the sky to spread snow, and killed many innocent humans.

Yi Xu's mind frantically thought about the era that could correspond.

Bing Ji's mood slowly faded.

The decoction took a bite into his lips, Xia Mingjun's expression was so indifferent, and extremely gentle.

Seriously, it's a bit like Nan Qi.

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Grandma Yang set up a melee spell this time.

When Yang Qu woke up with Yanxu, it was not far away.

The town is located, the corner.

If it weren't for the souls of the two of them entering the body and getting a new life, the original owner's body would have been almost mutilated by the wanderers.

The sky is full of snow, the ground is cold, and the world is like hell.

It was really because of what the verse said, and the bones were frozen all over the ground.

The two recognized each other almost as soon as they woke up.

They were all frozen to death, and despite their thick clothing, they could not withstand the continuous snowstorm.

"Alas......" When the two woke up, they were really frozen.

"This costume should be from the Han Dynasty." Yang Quli stomped his feet and sighed into his frozen hands.

The two of them had some idea of this in their hearts.

"Yanxu, how do we go, can we find them one by one?" Yang Quli asked.

In this situation, he naturally thought that Yi Xuan should be the same as them, a reborn corpse from this corpse.

Yan Xu ignored him.

Looking at Yan Xu, he was looking up at the sky, and saw the aura of the aura, and the breath of the spirit beast jumping by.

To the northwest, Buxue, that is the Kunlun Mountains or the Tianshan Mountains.

"Yang Quli, let's go northwest."

He had a hunch that Yi Xuan had something to do with the aura.

Besides, he felt that Nan Qi's breath was far away from the two of them.

"What about Sister Yixuan?" Yang Quli moved the frozen joints.

"Look at the heavens." Yan Xu said.

Yang Quli followed his words and raised his eyes to look at the sky, and clearly saw the wanton spiritual power in the sky, which caused the snow to rise one after another, mixed with countless grievances, and went straight to the northwest.

No response.

"Let's go, she's not here." Yan Xu grabbed Yang Quli's back and pushed him forward.

"No, how do you know ......"

Yang Quli twitched his nose, and he was really a little cold.

"Believe me, I also learned from Grandma Yang."

Yan Xu was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly dragged Yang Quli up.

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XXI century.

Grandma Yang sat slumped in a chair in front of her desk, with a large pile of messy books in front of her.

She just rushed to the day and recorded all her own experiences, as well as everything that Yang Quli could use in the future.

It has been a thousand years, and the grievances of the Lou Yi clan have come to the time when they should be resolved.

She is already old, she doesn't care about life and death, she just wants to conform to this way of heaven, understand the old things, and leave no regrets for future generations.

"It's coming soon......"

She had a very bad premonition in her heart, and since her ancestors' generation, she had been taught to beware of any unknown feelings.

Today, she calculated and calculated the catastrophe of Yang Quli's fate.

There is nothing I can do about that calamity, and I can't tell you in advance......

She is strong, but someone is stronger, she has never been afraid of those provocateurs who come to provoke trouble for no reason, but she is afraid of the comfort of the three juniors in the progress of the soul plan.

She worked so hard to teach Yang Quli what she had learned all her life, and let such a foreigner, including Yanxu, participate in the soul plan, so from the beginning, she may have been fully prepared for the battle.

Soon, soon.

The old body must first clear the obstacles for the goddess.

She believes that Yang Quli will do a good job.

In the night, Grandma Yang smiled slightly, and under the retro bookcase behind her, she was lonely and indifferent, and she couldn't tell what era of light it was.