A few stars fell into the depths of the mountain, and then jumped out of a round of early sun, and thousands of years passed in a flash, and the white horse passed through the gap in an instant, but the vicissitudes of the sea lasted for a long time.

The mountains in the distance, faintly, like clouds and boats. The grass under his feet, endless green, seems to splash ink between heaven and earth.

What catches your eye is either dark green, or green, or lying flat on the grass, one large and one small. But whether it is a mountain, a grass, a flower, or a person, they all show life to the fullest.

"Uncle Long, I also want to hear the story of Dad and Uncle Feng and the Star Knight."

It was a cute little Lori who spoke, with a pink face and a pair of big and cute eyes, as innocent and pure as a flower fairy.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, caressing the mountains, caressing the grass, caressing the little girl's cheeks, and blowing a very beautiful little flower.

She picked up the little flower and handed it to the young man with dragon horns beside her. The man known as Uncle Long took the flower, sat up, gently inserted it in her hair, and couldn't help pinching her little face.

He scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and said dotingly, "Okay, then I'll tell you again, what do you want to hear this time?"

"I want to hear the story of the encounter".

"Meet, it was a long time ago, I forgot that it was tens of thousands of years ago, or hundreds of thousands of years ago, and this has to start from that incident, that day, your father was envious of him...".

Have you neglected the beast in your soul?

In the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, on top of a supreme snow-capped peak, the Baili Xian River floats in the air. At the foot is an endless stretch of snow-capped mountains, covered with snow, covered with everything, covered in silver, and cold winds.

His eyes were slightly closed, and the snow on his body stopped falling, and he walked and came. In this no-man's land where there is only wind, snow and rocks, such a human figure seems to be particularly unsociable.

He just floated quietly in the air, his slightly long hair and clothes fluttering in the cold wind, showing the domineering spirit of the king. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the endless snow-capped mountains, but he didn't say a word.

The messy long silver-white hair covered the resolute face and the eyes that did not match his age. What is revealed in those eyes is the perseverance that can only be achieved after experiencing thousands of difficulties and dangers, as well as a trace of open-mindedness and calmness.

Dreaming of this ethereal thing, once you have it, you will never recover. Even if the catastrophe is not recovered, there are people who are willing to walk with the "tiger wolf" for this ethereal thing, step thousands of miles, and also climb to the sky and pick the moon.

Maybe you think it's madness, madness is a waste of life, it's doing nothing. Or maybe you think that the dream you are chasing may be lost in a blink of an eye, so why bother looking for it.

But he said, "If the heavens press me and split the sky, if the earth detains me, the mountains and rivers will be broken."

If the dream is separated by mountains and seas, the mountains and seas can eventually be flattened.

Baili Xianchuan closed his eyes again, slowly fell, and stood firmly on the snow, but did not leave footprints. When he opened his eyes again, the weather-beaten eyes were long gone, and in their place, a pair of green and determined eyes.

He said to himself: "Okay, okay, I know, can you change your preachy problem." Seems slightly impatient.

In this empty place, Baili Xianchuan said this into the air. To outsiders, he may be a madman, or he may have fallen into evil, only he knows who he is talking to.

Suddenly, I heard him say again: "Also, you are an old immortal, this is my body of Baili Xianchuan, don't use it casually, in this way, you will come out for me."

As soon as Baili Xianchuan's words fell, the snow flakes behind him quickly condensed, and finally turned into a fist-sized snowball, and then smashed directly on his head.

He touched his head, looking even more angry, ignoring the snow on his head, and yelled angrily: "Liu Feng! you old immortal, you come out for me, see if I don't beat you all over the ground to find teeth." He also waved his fist at the air.

Just as Baili Xianchuan was scolding angrily at the wind and snow, and there was nowhere to vent, a burst of gray smoke that only Baili Xianchuan could see slowly seeped out of his body.

A moment later, in the gray smoke, a figure appeared in vain. The moment the gray smoke appeared, Baili Xianchuan's body seemed to be much heavier, and his feet fell into the thick snow.

Feeling that his body had returned to its previous heaviness, Baili Xianchuan stopped shouting and scolding, staring at the smoke angrily. As the smoke cleared, the figure was finally exposed to the wind and snow.

If you see this person for the first time, you will be surprised that his body appears in the gray mist out of thin air. Although he also has a human body and face, his body is almost transparent, and he can even see the snow-capped mountains behind him through his body.

Although his body is transparent, his appearance can still be clearly seen, this is a man of the same age as Baili Xianchuan.

Dressed in a white power suit, the figure is decorated with golden threads, and the white cloak is embellished with a little golden light. The long black straight hair did not dance wildly with the violent wind and snow, but swayed gently.

Unlike Baili Xianchuan, who was dressed in modern clothes, Liu Feng at this time was dressed in ancient clothes and looked gentle and elegant.

If Baili Xianchuan is a lone wolf who has tasted the bitterness of the world, then Liu Feng is more like a blue bird flying in the world, not eating the fireworks of the world.

There is a kind of chic "two or three things in the world, not as good as two taels of sake", as if the turbidity of heaven and earth cannot affect him.

Liu Feng looked at Baili Xianchuan who was glaring angrily in front of him, his eyes were slightly forced, and another snowball smashed on Baili Xianchuan's head.

Liu Feng said with a straight face: "Although I have lived for tens of thousands of years, in my hometown, my age is actually about the same as yours, and how many times have I told you, called Master."

Being hit on the head by a snowball again, Baili Xianchuan could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and threw it directly at Liu Feng.

The snowball didn't hit him as expected, but went straight through his body, leaving no snowflakes on him.

Liu Feng smiled and said with a smile like a spring breeze: "Don't bother, I'm a spirit, except for special means, you can't hurt me."

Even so, Baili Xianchuan did not seem very surprised, it seemed that he had known it for a long time, and he was used to such a bizarre scene.

Baili Xianchuan said in a deep voice: "You'd better not forget, although Ningle and my mother died because of Liu Shi'an, you can't escape the involvement, before you kill Liu Shi'an and find them from the spirit world, don't think I call you Master."

Liu Feng looked at Baili Xianchuan, who was glaring at him, and a burst of guilt came from his heart, and he couldn't help but lower his head. He was originally gentle and elegant, but he could no longer have a smile, and his clear eyes gradually lost their brilliance.

Pieces of snowflakes were blown up by the howling cold wind and did not fall for a long time.

Seeing Liu Feng like this, Baili Xianchuan realized that he was talking too seriously. He also saw the pain in Liu Feng's heart, but it was not extremely painful in his heart.

A lone wolf, a blue bird, just stood silently.

Above the snowy peak, the snow was white, and the two were silent. A gust of wind blew, bringing up pieces of snowflakes, fascinating his eyes, but awakening a memory...

A month ago, that helpless scene appeared in front of me, as if it were yesterday...

The country of China, in Yanjing City, the lights are bright and green, and the traffic is busy...

This is a modern city with high-rise steel buildings, and countless people chasing their dreams are trapped in high-rise buildings with steel and concrete. In this city, there are people for power, people for wealth, people for love, and people for not being willing to be mediocre.

Baili Xianchuan is one of the people trapped in this steel building, he is love, and he is even more unwilling to ordinary fate...

But as fate would have it, it won't make it easy for you to get what you don't have...

In the midst of many steel jungles, a towering high-rise building is located in the most prosperous area of Yanjing City, this building belongs to a company, and Baili Xianchuan belongs to this company.

Originally, there were bursts of cheers at the time of work, and some people kept cheering: "Happy birthday".

"We love you".

"Thank you for my leadership".

... ...

All the employees stopped their work, raised their wine glasses, sang fast songs, and said all kinds of flattering words, just to celebrate the birthday of the female fat supervisor.

Although it was a birthday party, everyone looked very stressed, and everyone was forcing a smile and pretending. They did everything they could, all the time, from every detail, like an emperor, to please the fat supervisor and flatter her.

Although there is an ugly face of extreme impatience under every laughing expression, everyone is trying to restrain themselves and make themselves look like the best employees.

Everyone kept giving the supervisor the snacks in their hands, and kept pretending to adore him, and the fat director seemed to enjoy the moment, and she should say that she enjoyed it.

Everyone gathered around her, saying what she loved to hear, and always facing her with the brightest smile and adoring gaze.

She took the high-fat cake handed over by her female subordinate, and asked knowingly: "Oh, it's cake, I've been losing weight recently, do you see if I'm fat."

The female subordinate employee looked at her two-hundred-pound bucket waist, and pretended to flatter: "What is Sister Ling talking nonsense, she is obviously so thin, you say yes?" As he spoke, he asked others rhetorically.

The female subordinate successfully threw this hot potato to the others, and the others did not disappoint at all, and competed to flatter her with ease.

"Yes, where is Sister Ling fat."

"That's right, it's not fat at all, how good it looks in clothes, it's just a model body".

... ...

You sing me and, you say I listen, just at the moment when everyone is "laughing", all the attention is focused on the fat supervisor, but no one notices Baili Xianchuan sitting in the corner.