A gust of wind blew, and the red plum blossoms in the air fluttered down like butterflies, falling on the snow and in the mess of footprints.

There was dead silence on the snowfield, except for the whining of the wind. It's like a woman crying in a low voice.

At some point, the warriors in black armor were nowhere to be found, and there was no trace of their existence except for footprints in the snow.

The snow had stopped, and Zhang Yi was still in a posture of teeth and claws on all fours on the snow, and suddenly his body trembled, as if he realized something, and slowly pulled out the two hands supporting his upper body from the snow.

He was hunched up, his hands very uncomfortably tucked in front of his chest, nervously turning in circles and looking blankly at everything around him, looking like an ape that had just learned to walk.

There was no one around but the two slightly bulging snow hills, and a gust of wind brought a lot of red plum blossoms, some of which fell on his messy hair, like a pretty girl with a delicate headdress tied in her hair, but with his hairy face, it looked a little funny.

These crimson red plum blossoms bring a touch of life to this monotonous white world, and they are very delicate against the white snow.

Zhang Yi seemed interested in these red plum blossoms, and he stretched out his trembling hand to let the red plum blossoms fall on his furry hands.

One, two, he slowly withdrew his trembling hands, put these red plum blossoms in front of his eyes and carefully admired, admiring its bright red and delicate petals, admiring its golden stamens.

The world is monotonous and white, only these red plum blossoms bring different hues, Zhang Yi likes these red plum blossoms, because he likes this colorful world, like this beautiful product with the breath of life.

The thought of this Zhang Yi felt like waking up from a dream, but he could be sure that it was not a dream, because he saw with his own eyes that the long hairs on his hands were slowly starting to disappear, and his two fangs were slowly getting shorter.

When the hair on his hands that did not belong to him completely disappeared, and the fangs in his mouth were gone, Zhang Yi felt that he had regained his senses, because he looked at the two high and bulging snow mounds in front of him.

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It's already dusk and I'm alone, and it's even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Suddenly there was a rhythmic sound of poetry chanting in his ears, Zhang Yixunsheng turned his head to look, only to see a simple thatched hut appear on the original cave.

Outside the thatched hut, an old man and a young man are cooking tea under a gorgeous red plum blossom, and the rich fragrance of tea is particularly strong in this ice and snow.

The old man and the young man were all dressed in ancient Confucian costumes, but the old man added a golden coat outside, and the young man was very elegant and handsome, and he gently poured the steaming tea for the old man, while chanting poems loudly.

Zhang Yi rubbed his eyes and looked, everything in front of him was still there, and he pinched the skin on his hand with his hand, and immediately a piercing pain swept through his body.

It was only by looking back at the two bulging snow mounds that it was not a dream, that this was what was happening in front of my eyes, but it was no accident that these two men in period costumes appeared here after the samurai disappeared.

It is not by chance that they appear here is absolutely inevitable, in view of the black-armored warriors and living corpses in front, it is difficult for Zhang Yi not to associate them with these demons full of evil, although this old and young man looks polite and harmless, but it still makes Zhang Yi start to chill from his heart.

"Little brother, the weather is cold, why don't you come in and drink a cup of hot tea to drive away this cold air."

At some point, the young man stood on the edge of the fence and waved to Zhang Yi with a smile.

It's impossible to escape, he has competed with the strength of those samurai before, although these two people are weak scholars on the surface, but judging from the development of some TV novels, these two are definitely similar to the kind of cloud-shaking master.

Zhang Yixin was sideways, scratched the hair on his head, and walked towards the hut very reluctantly.

The young man looked very elegant and polite, and he personally helped Zhang Yi open the fence gate, and the old people inside also stood up and arched their hands to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi hurriedly returned the salute, although he scolded them thousands of times in his heart, but he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling person, and he could only follow the crowd in front of such a group of hospitable and polite people, and now his intentions are unclear and his strength is unknown, so he still takes the best policy from his heart.

The young man took out a white cup from the tea tray, poured it full of pale green tea, and handed it to Zhang Yi's hand with both hands.

Zhang Yi was a little flattered and hurriedly took it and thanked him again and again, but looking at the pale green tea and smelling the rich fragrance, he didn't dare to take a sip, so he had to put the tea on the table and divert the topic.

Zhang Yi stood up and arched his hand to the two in front of him and said: "This brother, this old man, the younger brother doesn't know why he fell here, and he doesn't know what kind of place this is, and I hope that the two of you will give advice." ”

The young man picked up the tea, took a gentle sip in his mouth, and then turned his gaze to the old man.

The old man stroked his silver-white beard and laughed, laughed for a long time, and finally slowly turned his head sideways and patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder, "Boy, guess what place do you think this place is, and who are we?" ”

The ball was kicked to Zhang Yi's side again, Zhang Yi looked at the endless snowfield, and then looked at the thatched hut that suddenly appeared on the snowfield, he knew very clearly that this non-human habitation was inhabited, but it was not clear whether they were fairies or demons or ghosts.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi looked at the two raised snow mounds again in his spare time, and once again aroused the discomfort in his heart, so he said with a slightly angry tone: "First of all, little brother Rong apologizes to the two of you here, and it is my fault to inadvertently break into the dojo of the two immortals, and the little one apologizes to the two here."

After saying that, Zhang Yi bent down and bowed persistently under the old man's stop, then he stood up and continued: "I heard the immortal reciting Lu You's "Servant Operator. Yongmei", Lu You is a patriotic person who worries about the country and the people and the world, so the immortal chanting this word must also be a person who is full of economy, the worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Yi's inner fear has disappeared by seven points, and now there is only the pain of losing his friend, he looked at the young man with somewhat reddened eyes, and then looked at the old man with a childish face.

The young man seemed to be very satisfied with Zhang Yi's call to them immortals, the smile on his face was full of joy, and he couldn't help nodding to Zhang Yi slightly, and when Zhang Yi finished speaking, he gently opened his thin lips, "Little brother, it is said that in your world everything has rules, even pedestrians and vehicles on the road are required to walk according to certain rules, otherwise they will be punished by a certain amount, this is true." “

"It's true, in our world, there are specific laws that control these behaviors, and if you violate these laws and regulations, you will be punished accordingly."

"In the same way, there will be some rules in our world, one of which is to prohibit strangers from trespassing, and violators will be beheaded."

When the young man said this, his face instantly became gloomy, and there was a creepy chill in his words, which made people's internal organs cold.