At this time, the moon is shining brightly on the snow, and the air is cold. In this day, how many people taste drinks under the moonlight, get drunk with beautiful women, and enjoy the silence brought by the moonlight calmly, but at this time, Ye Duhong is neither by his mother's side, nor by Su Yu's side, there is a grass next to itself, but today the grass fell into the water, there is no news, is it dead or alive? Ye Duhong is alone on the snow, breathing the cold air, and his heart is very unpleasant.

Ye Duhong wanted to tell, tell the sadness in his heart, his heart was trembling, his whole body was trembling. However, there was no one here, no one to talk to. Then lament to the bright moon, this month is very cold, so cold that it makes people sad. Is there a person on the moon who is as sad as Duhong at night? If so, how did he make himself better? If not, then Duhong is too lonely at night, and you look up at the moon and look up at a place where there are no people. Ye Duhong had tears in the corners of his eyes, the tears were warm, and no one wiped his tears at this time. What a sad gaze he looked at the cold bright moon, he suddenly felt that the moon was also sad, and it seemed that he was also crying, Ye Duhong suddenly smiled, could it be that the moon also encountered sad things, so what sad things did the moon encounter? However, the moon is as quiet as the snow here, where is there an answer to the words of Ye Duhong.

Ye Duhong has always called himself a genius, he thinks he is a genius in all aspects, such as fighting, he thinks he is the most powerful, but today, if he didn't escape quickly, he would have died under the wide ice blade of the ice soul. Ye Duhong is afraid to think about it.

At this time, a crow flew in the sky, it landed on a dead tree next to it, Ye Duhong's attention was diverted, he saw that the tree had died, but the trunk was still hard, and he didn't want to die. What made Ye Duhong pay more attention was that the crow was actually white, as white as the snow. Ye Duhong smiled at the corner of his mouth, he thought this crow was really interesting. The crow crowed twice and landed on another branch.

Ye Duhong suddenly burst out laughing, he was so happy, he finally had life to be his companion. Ye Duhong stood under the tree, looking at the crow without turning his eyes. In a moment, the crow seemed to see something and flew into the sky. When the crow flew away, the great loneliness attacked Ye Duhong again.

Ye Duhong sat on the snow, he did not use spells to warm his body, but let the cold snow come into direct contact with his skin, his heart was so cold, and his body was so cold.

The cold wind blew on the dead trees and on the body of Ye Duhong on the snow. Ye Duhong and the dead tree are in sympathy, he looks at the dead tree, and feels that the dead tree is also looking at him. The more Ye Duhong thought about it, the more angry he became, looking at the dead tree, which looked like a demon.

Ye Duhong held the sword in his hand, when he saw the dead tree like a demon, he clenched the sword, pulled out the long sword, stared at the trunk, and with a bang, rushed to the trunk, and stabbed the trunk with his sword, the trunk was hard, Ye Duhong failed to pierce the trunk several times, he laughed wildly in his mouth, and slashed the sword on the trunk, and the trunk made a tuk sound. Ye Duhong rushed to the trunk of the tree, stomping on the trunk with his feet, he only stepped on it twice, and was bounced back by the reaction force from the trunk, and then, Ye Duhong sat on the ground.

Because his butt was on the ground and his tail bone was hit, Ye Duhong began to wail, he was in pain, he couldn't move. Ye Duhong shouted "I can't move, don't move, don't move", his body is really difficult to move, and his tail bone hurts when he moves. Ye Duhong had to stay quietly for a while to let the tailbone recover. After a long while, Ye Duhong's tailbone was no longer so painful, and he tried to stand up and picked up the bright long sword again.

Ye Duhong cursed the tree in the most vicious language, telling the tree to die early, but in fact, the tree had already died. Ye Duhong rushed to the bottom of the tree, and after scolding enough, he raised his long sword and cut down on the dead tree, Ye Duhong's body flipped over, and kept chopping the trunk, and there were sword marks on the trunk. Ye Duhong's body suddenly jumped in the air, this is the light body kung fu he learned, his body rotated at the top of the tree, and the sword in his hand kept cutting the crown of the tree, those branches that were not thick enough were cut down, and they were blown by the wind, and fell on the snow coldly.

Looking at the fallen branches in the air, Ye Duhong found that the black branches fell on the white snow like ink dyed on white paper, and immediately felt funny, so he cut the branches again, this time the cutting was selective and purposeful, and the branches fell on the snow one after another, forming a pattern. What kind of picture did Ye Duhong draw with the branches? It was a horse, which was the genus of Ye Duhong.

Falling on the snow at night and looking at his masterpiece, this is indeed a realistic work, and the sadness in his heart is partially discharged.

When he was looking at the branch painting, a strong wind blew, and the branch that had just been cut off and put on the tree was blown down, and the branch happened to fall on Ye Duhong's head, and one of the hard branches of the branch cut Ye Duhong's neck, and the neck was cut blood. Ye Duhong reached out and touched the blood from the back of his neck, and there was a burst of anger in his heart. Raise the sword again and slash at the dead tree. This time, Ye Duhong used almost twelve points of strength, and the sword slashed on the tree with a clattering sound, and in just a moment, the tree was cut clean, leaving only one trunk to stand on the snow.

The cold wind blew the dead branches on the ground, the horse was blown up, the long sword in Ye Duhong's hand stood on his leg, and Ye Duhong in the independent snow looked at the trunk, which was cut down badly, showing a hideous appearance. Ye Duhong was very dissatisfied with the angry glare of the tree trunk, so he lifted the long sword, stepped to the trunk, waved the sword in the air twice to demonstrate, and slashed at the trunk, this time Ye Duhong used a spell, only to see the sword body glowing with blue light, when touching the trunk, the trunk snapped, and a large section of the broken trunk fell heavily to the ground, splashing cold snowflakes.

A dead tree was cut down by Ye Duhong, and there was a stump on the snow, and the annual rings on the stump were countable. Ye Duhong was also tired, so he pulled his long sword and came to the stump, and slowly sat on the stump to rest. At this time, Ye Duhong realized that he was sweating, sweating a lot, and he wiped a handful of his forehead and wiped off a handful of sweat. The sadness in Ye Duhong's heart was almost all discharged, and he felt tired and sleepy at this time, and wanted to sleep. The sky is hazy, and the snow is falling one after another, and the snowflakes are not big, and they are graceful with the wind. Ye Duhong used a spell to create a ball of light, and the ball of light wrapped around his body, making it warmer. Ye Duhong got up, came to the snow, found a flat land, lay down, and fell asleep peacefully.