There is a plum in the north, and when it opens, the frost and snow in the northern suburbs will become like glass, and it is extremely beautiful to stand on the mountainside of Xiaoqingshan......

Blowing a gentle winter breeze, the young man in Tsing Yi casually listened to the old stories told by Shougui, the huge body of the brown bear sank into the snow, his two arms waved casually, and a snow ball appeared in his hand in a few clicks, weighing and throwing it to Xingyuan.

After sitting for a long time, he was a little tired, and the young man's young face was a little tired, and he opened his mouth and casually bit a few mouthfuls of snow on his face, listening to Shougui's gentle and light words, the young man in Tsing Yi softened the snow and spread it on his face, and his body was a little lazy.

"Are you tired? ”

"I'm tired. Xingyuan urned, stretched out his tongue and licked the snow ball at the corner of his mouth, which left the unique honey fragrance of Shougui, sweet, not greasy.

After eating seven or eight points of snow on his face, the young man in Tsing Yi looked at the round sun and pressed his hand behind his head, and was silent for a long time, quietly in a daze.

"No. Shougui pinched a few snow balls and handed them to the young man beside him. Xing Yuan shook his head, turned over and held the pangolin in his arms, basking in the sun and closing his eyes in the snow, lazy, without any idea of moving.

Shougui smiled and clapped his hands, "Hey,—— you have to use your brains to do this." Saying that, he patted the snow on the side of the young man, blowing the raised snowflakes down the young man's face, then shook his head and twisted his ass and got up and left, and the frost and snow fell to the ground along its smooth hair, and the sound of silence spread for a long time in the distant valley, until the remnant sun fell, took away the gift of the day, and opened the eyes of the young man in Tsing Yi that had been closed for a long time.

At dusk, the song of long-hatred rises, a song, 108,000 miles, but not a word.

Xiao Sheng, accompanied by the sunset:

The sound of the Jinling Yushu warbler dawns, and the flowers of the Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloom early, who knows that it is easy to freeze;

This mossy green tile, 90,000 miles of mountains and rivers, 100,000 miles of military arrays, and millions of heroes are just a place of blood, a place of absurd tears;

The princes of the north, when they fought with swords, they couldn't hear the sound of war drums, they couldn't smell their daughter's incense, and they couldn't see the fullness of heaven

On the head of the city, looking forward to it, it is all rouge pollen mixed with red!

The wind rose, covered with frost and snow, and the guards ate honey, but the young man at the foot of the mountain cried into tears.

The pangolin squatted on Xing Yuan's shoulder, and his soft armor had been much thicker for half a year, and when he stood up, he couldn't reach the tips of the once young man's hair.

They have all grown up, like a sword sharpened with cold light, with heaven and earth as its sheath!

The hills, the hills stretched on both sides of the main peak of the Winter Mountain, and if it weren't for a beecomb, Shougui wouldn't necessarily have walked back and forth in this place where his eyes were a little tired.

In the past few months, the pace of the young man in Tsing Yi has become slower and slower, and the fear brought by Huang Bei and Wen Ray has gradually faded.

has been trapped for a long time, Xiaoqing's bridge rope looks like it is about to break, Xing Yuan can't pay attention to it, and he has come to guard here more often, often sitting all day, and waking up in the middle of the night to count the stars.

Grabbing a handful of boiling water vapor on the ground, the eyebrows of the young man in Tsing Yi were dyed with a little hesitation, and the determination that had not yet been made up began to waver again, silently watching the sunset boy in the distance rested under the branches, looking at the scorching sun grinding on the horizon and turned over his palm, a string of golden words looked a little sad under the blood-colored light, wiped the tears on his face that he had not noticed, and the incomprehensible words of the hand were suspended in mid-air, shining.

This is the wordless sound of the sky, listen quietly, hear the five senses, hear the wilderness, hear the invisible wind moaning, hear the spring of broken water, hear the last nothing, and look at it again, leaving only a sigh.

When he opened his eyes, the pangolin squinted above his head, sleeping peacefully, well-behaved, and kept to himself. The young man in Tsing Yi looked at the little guy sleeping, his eyes were slightly closed, his body was slightly undulating, and his little tail was wrapped around his neck affectionately, gently and tremblingly.

The young man smiled gently, stretched out his hand and combed the tip of his hair, the action seemed to alarm the little guy on his head, making it stretch out its immature little paws, and gently waved a few times at the end of his hair, as if he was a little afraid, and the action made the corners of De Xingyuan's mouth show a hint of a smile, and there was a weight called responsibility.

Naughty. Familiar with it.

Like a child.

The boy came back to his senses and walked on the snowy road, I don't know if it was less harassment or it recognized the breath of the abyss, the pangolin was less vigilant, and the tense body slowly relaxed, regaining its previous serenity.

Walking from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, the road is fixed, and from the top of the mountain down, the boy walked a lot more casually, and the boy seemed to slide down along a flat back mountain snowfield, and the cyan robe brushed over the snow, leaving a shallow trace.

The young man's movements were brisk, and he let go of the movement on the hillside, and he seemed to be swaying from side to side to show off his skills, and he was so annoyed that the pangolin rewarded a claw, but the action was too weak for De Xingyuan to be unnoticed.

After sliding for a few breaths, the boy's body began to tense, and after seeing the first node of Winter Mountain, his feet began to naturally retract, stabilized his body, and sat on the snow, so shocked that the pangolin decided to sleep alone at night and stay away from him.

However, at this moment, Xing Yuan could not feel the cold of the night, and he swayed his legs at the cliff, which was a protruding mountain, and it was also a place suitable for watching the sunset.

Stretching, the boy took the pangolin off his shoulder, grabbed a handful of snow and pasted it on his face, and leaned against the mountain to catch his breath, smiling constantly.

The sky began to darken slowly, looking at the last ray of dawn, the young man calmed down, the innocent long qi slowly dissipated in mid-air, and he closed his eyes to feel the vastness of the heavens and the earth. This is a hidden place, surrounded by thousands of years of frost and snow, white eyes and pure eyes, under the body is a forest leaf, green and vigorous; Xiao Sheng seems to lack stamina when floating from the back mountain, although it is not really perceived, but there is also a special taste in it.

Xing Yuan sat quietly, comprehending Dongshan's emotions, and the small green mountain with his back to him stood majestically, tall and didn't know how to speak, the majestic momentum overwhelmed down, majestically scanning every move on the territory of thousands of miles.

Lucky to be born in the world.

Hope;

The boy took a breath of the unique cold air between heaven and earth, buried his reddish cheeks in the snow, and the cold frost and snow around him had a unique winter taste, which was not kind, but gave birth to a somewhat familiar touch.

This is a mountain that exists only in winter, and everything here will seem out of place except for "winter", pure and out of place, pure without a trace of impurities.

Blowing the winter wind on the line, looking at the forest under his feet that is still changing the four seasons, the green under his eyes, looking at the free and leisurely leaves, the young man was silent for a long time, but he couldn't help but panic in his heart, his eyes showed a little confusion;

He had known for a long time.

But the more you know about him, the more scared you become.

The kindness given to him by the heartless man turned into fear, and the vast world became narrow.

Where is this......

The boy stretched out his five fingers, trying to grasp the high hanging that had fallen to the horizon, and he looked at the changing sky with his eyes open, thinking about this hypocritical world.

Is it true...... Is it all fake?

The boy was a little decadent, and he didn't know how to deal with it all in the snow, including the pangolin in his arms.

The little thing moved, but it didn't move anymore.

Xing Yuan raised his head, the first time he regained his memory, he knew that this was a relic for the trialists to chase, but the air around him, the moon, the night, all this in front of him, all this was too real. It was so real that his fear, his humility, and his helplessness were all reflected in a mirror.

Where is this......

Leaning against the bare tree, he is as naïve as a child, does not grow up, and has a capricious mood.

Keeping the ......

Xing Yuan's pupils darkened, and he leaned down and pressed his face against the pangolin's body, feeling the warmth, and listening to the powerful heartbeat, he slowly calmed down. As if sensing the indecency of the devil in Tsing Yi, the pangolin moved his body as if he was angry, but he felt that he shouldn't struggle, and his eyes showed disgust, but he chose not to care angrily.

The young man in Tsing Yi, who felt the awkwardness of the little guy, smiled, his immature face was full of innocence, he stretched out his hand and touched the little creature in his arms, and then he was slapped down with a paw.

It was so troublesome that the young man didn't have the heart to entangle the so-called truth or falsehood, but he competed with the pangolin, and after a few back and forth, he chose to hold his head and admit defeat, peeked at the arrogant figure, and muttered silently, did you owe you in your last life.

Sleep on me, and won't I be allowed to touch you?

The young man was indignant, but he didn't dare to provoke the sleeping little guy anymore, and put it back on his shoulder.

As if feeling bored, Xing Yuan got up tiredly, moved his body, felt the cold wind coming from afar, and wrapped his green robe coat in his hand. As the young man moved, the surface of the robe spread out, and the scars on it opened like a medal, and his eyes opened under the sky, and although he looked tattered, he could see the extraordinary in it at a glance.

Beyond the node, the bright moon hanging high above his head was obscured by dark clouds that appeared at some point, and it was a dark world in his eyes, and it was raining, and the heavy, wet raindrops and the sticky wind made De Xingyuan's mind instantly fall silent.

The overnight rain made some branches and leaves begin to rot, but fortunately, the smell in the air was still the fragrance of vegetation, embracing the greenery of the dense forest, Xing Yuan was a little restless, there was hot blood flowing in his veins, and his high-spirited appearance seemed extremely serious, he stretched his waist, regained some strength, and his body was slightly straight.

The young man in the green robe remained vigilant in the damp water, stretched out his hand to block the rain, went down the water, and stepped on the mud left by last night The young man was not happy in his heart, frowned, and there was a little less movement in his heart, and the whole person fell silent, and a face that could not see the expression came out one after another in the shadows of the dense forest, and the oppressive atmosphere around him gave him a lot of illusions, and when he looked around, there was no other figure except the tall trees.

All the way to the water, all the way to the footprints, along the long mountain road all the way to the south, the wind eased a lot, and the pangolins twisted and pinched, unwilling to get up.

Pulling the sleeves of the robe, the young man in Tsing Yi covered it on the little guy's body, looking at the soft body, the corners of Xing Yuan's mouth unconsciously showed a smile.

It's lazy.

Laziness in the same vein.

The rain meandered along the country road, and the young man's hair was a little wet, and the rain slid down his forehead, wetting his clothes.

The light of noon can not tear through the thick dark clouds, and the light moonlight is even more so, without the light, the road in front of him is a little muddy, the young man in Tsing Yi lit a lonely lamp on his chest, and the faint candle flame emitted the light of the cold night, the range was very small, but it made the pangolin feel at ease, his body was flattened, and the young man's sleeves couldn't help but lower a little.

Xing Yuan's path was not close, but it was familiar, and he estimated the time The young man in Tsing Yi walked to the second half of the night, and looked at the lush Chunshan young man not far away and moved his stiff body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jinwu is separated by many prohibitions, at least there will be a prohibition on each main peak, and there is still room to be explored, and there is still space that has not been explored.

Because of the distance, Xingyuan was more familiar with the prohibition of Chunshan, and in a bamboo house, the immature boy pushed the door in, looking at the statue that occupied the gap space, he habitually placed his palm on the ban. There was no movement to rebound this time, but no matter how the young man moved, the space called the North Underworld did not move at all, like a Mount Tai.

The many failures have allowed Xing Yuan's heart to remain in a normal state, but the taste of failure is not pleasant after all, the young man in Tsing Yi took three steps back, pondered for a long time, and returned to his senses to leave a lonely back, and slowly paced towards the banyan tree cave.

The banyan tree cave is not long, and you can see the moonlight in a place when you cross the node of Jinwu, and the young man who came out of the cave changed his robe, dressed neatly, and came to the highest hill of the silverfish, looking down at the behemoth in the ray of the man.

Although it has been motionless, Xing Yuan has never underestimated it, the closer he gets to the underwater creature, the stronger the coercion he feels, the breath of smashing his head and face makes the fear in his heart infinitely magnified, the prohibition behind Wen Ray is also the only one he has never touched, if there is a chance to break the game, then it must be related to the Yangtze River.

In the half year of the ruins, Xing Yuan had become somewhat familiar with this place, and he looked at the terrain of Wen Ray and tried to find other opportunities to approach the ban.

The young man in Tsing Yi sat on the totem pole and drew the map of the fiefdom in his mind according to his memory, Huangbei northeast, Jinwu northeast to southwest, Bai Ze to the south, Wen ray to the west, Huang ......

It's just a painting.

Xing Yuan sighed, the six spaces seem to be connected, but the reason why they appear here is because of the space nodes, and who knows how many mountains and seas are separated from the silverfish by the Wen ray.

Dispelled this thought, the young man's immature face turned a little pale, the strong unwillingness and the depression of being trapped in place made him feel a little depressed, sitting on the totem pole and looking at the stars in the sky, stretched out his hand, but couldn't grasp anything, fell on the totem pole, the white flowers in his heart bloomed, weak and pale.

Closing his eyes, the young man in Tsing Yi opened his mind and calmed down, listening to the unique vitality of the long black night of the silverfish, the subtle sound of the sound seemed a little sad in his heart, drilling into the flesh and blood one by one, echoing in his mind one by one.

Listening to the cicada chirping in his ears, the young man shook his head irritably, and the sound of the winter mountain seemed to have crossed the silent forest and came to this small village called silverfish.

To the pool of the totem pole, Xing Yuan scooped a scoop of water and washed his face, the yellow sun on the hill did not set, exuding a faint light, radiating out, a desert.

The boy was leaning against the rock to drink, and the pangolin was looking at Chenghuang motionless, and his little tail flicked, not knowing what he wanted to express.

Holding the little guy into his arms and rubbing his little head, Xing Yuan showed a gentle smile, followed the light to a hill, and looked at the colorful world called Chenghuang.

The light of Chenghuang is occluded, but today's light shines out of the scroll, and it is still a little strong.

The fierce sunlight raged in the cold night of the silverfish, driving the weak moonlight out, leaving a place of light. The young man in Tsing Yi looked puzzled, comforted the little guy in his arms, looked at the scene in front of him as if he knew what it wanted to express, looked at the light in front of him, and slowly stepped into it.

At the moment he stepped in, he slowly came to life by the yellow, the wind and sand rolled, the sun was brilliant, the Loess Plateau was one after another, the young man in Tsing Yi stood on it and the figure looked a little unique, he looked at everything in front of him, his body stood in the door, but the shadow remained outside the scroll.

Xing Yuan walked slowly, the shadow shortened, the light converged, and in the end, the picture scroll was left forever

A corner of the remnant sun.

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The passage is adapted from the Peach Blossom Fan