The snow is sometimes as fine as gravel, sometimes as large as goose feathers, and although it is repeated, the severe cold has not faded at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why not wake up to a light snow in the sky, the walls of the cave with the chill inherent in winter, and only the crackling flames above the fire can bring him some warmth.

A handsome young man was sitting against the mountain wall, fiddling with the fire, the light of which reflected on his handsome face.

The front hair is full of eyebrows, the back hair is shawl, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, but there is a kind of cold air on the body; why don't you think that when you open your eyes, you see this handsome face, and you are stunned, and you struggle to get up and say: "It's you... Saved me?",

Something slipped on itself.

He looked down and saw that it was a tiger skin, his breath was warm, and there was still some blood left on the almost intact tiger skin.

When he saw his empty left sleeve, he was stunned, and the fingers of his right hand under the tiger skin trembled slightly.

That day, he fought all the way and fled all the way, and Wen Ziliang and Nian Shirong fought fiercely with all the blood and tenacious perseverance that were aroused, and he only felt full of anger when he saw his arm become full of holes under the dense sword qi, and he was bent on fighting, but at this time, the blood and qi faded, calmed down, and then looked at the empty left arm when he only felt extremely dazzling.

From now on, he will be a wasted person, how can a person who is missing an arm be a swordsman.

The young man didn't raise his head, turned the roe deer on the grill, and said, "Raise your hands",

"Thank you",

Why don't you think about it slightly, trying to support yourself, and if you don't have enough strength, you want to use aura to support, but when you are lucky, you find that your dantian is empty, and you don't even have a trace of aura.

He was shocked in his heart, and suddenly remembered that day in order to fight for his life, he had dispersed Wu Gong by himself, detonated all the aura in his body, and even the dantian was completely destroyed, he knew about it, but he still held a trace of luck in the bottom of his heart, hoping that the Wu Gong or Moro Wudian in his body could have a little residue to help him make a comeback.

However, according to the luck method, he tried to gather aura, but whether it was swallowing Wu Gong, Moro Wudian or worshipping the sword of the Red Mansion's Hongchen Heart Method, it was useless, even a trace of aura could no longer be incorporated into his body, his dantian had been completely destroyed, and he could no longer store aura.

There was a "boom" in his head, and he was like being struck by lightning.

These more than ten years of scheming, forbearance, hard work to get a body of cultivation was once gone, and when there was no turnaround, the grief in his heart was indescribable, he was stunned for a long time, fell down, and slowly closed his eyes.

"You've been in a coma for two days, eat something",

Ah Du tore off a roe deer leg and handed it to him.

He Busi shook his head, he couldn't even say a word, his body was motionless, as if he was dead.

Ah Jue glanced at him lightly, didn't persuade him much, and slept against the mountain wall after a full meal.

On the second day, Ah Du changed him into a tiger skin, and beat a roe deer as usual, but He Busi still had no intention of eating, he neither spoke nor moved, as if he was bent on death; Ah Du still did not persuade him, and after adding some firewood, he went out.

When he returned in the evening, the fire had been extinguished, and the cold wind was howling in the cave, and a single tiger skin could not resist it at all, and why not think about it still motionless.

For three days, by the morning of the third day, when the warm sun shone into the cave, He Busi's body was almost lifeless, and the burning flames could not warm his body, as if he had become a dead man.

On this day, Ah Jue did not rush out of the house, nor did he change the tiger skin on his body, but went out early to hunt a pheasant and came back, dialed the fire to make the firewood burn more vigorously, he sat against the stone wall, quietly looked at the beating flame in front of him, for a long time, said: " When I was a child, my family was in exile in Jiangbei, I was barefoot from the Qinhuai River to the Huaqing Palace, I was chased and killed by the enemy along the way, after several life and death, struggling until I worshiped the sword washing glacier, in those years I saw the cold wind like a sharp knife on the White Bone Mountain, I saw the roaring tide of the sea of waves, I was bitten by the vicious dogs of the big family, and I was beaten all over the body when I passed through the territory of the bandits, several times in the life and death situation, and after another year, I learned some news of my hometown",

"The girl I once liked was in exile like me, but she was not hard enough, and died in less than three months, and I didn't even know where her bones were, and I couldn't bury her, and I knew who killed her, but I couldn't take revenge, and the people in my family were also killed by the enemy, and there were fifty-six members of the family, men, women, and children, none of whom survived except me, and so far, I no longer have any hope of living",

"Many people, when they suffer unbearable suffering, think that if they die, will they be completely liberated, and if life is so tormented, why should they suffer in this hell on earth?

The beating flames were reflected in his starry eyes, and Ah Jue said: "Yes, death is indeed a relief, when you close your eyes, lose consciousness, and sleep forever, you will no longer have to endure the wind and snow of this world, and you will never hear the sound of crying again, and at the same time, your life can also be sealed on this coffin, a lifetime of wind and rain, a lifetime of sorrow, and there is no place to return."

"If I had died in the Great Snow Mountain back then, there would have been no sword washing and ice river in the current cultivation world."

"Life in the world, the number of lives is different, some people are destined to taste the bitter wind and rain, the joys and sorrows of the world, such as you, some people are smooth, everything can always turn danger into relief, such as your senior brother Lu Hong, but no matter the number of qi, no matter the suffering, when everything is finally finished, a person's life must be summarized after he dies, if you die now, what is this short and miserable life?

He wrapped it in oiled paper and put it on the ground, stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave, and said: "Seven years ago, I passed through the Red Mansion to worship the sword, and my luck changed from then on, and I was finally able to take revenge, and now, when you meet me, whether you live or die, whether you live or die, you decide for yourself",

With that, he raised his sword and stepped out, and his figure gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.

The cold wind in the cave roared, the flame on the pyre gradually extinguished, the cold hit, the tiger skin was blown out of the folds under the cold wind, the hole was lifeless, until a quarter of an hour later, the tiger skin suddenly stretched out a thin hand, already skinny He Busi leaned out of the tiger skin, his hands trembled and grabbed the pheasant, tore the oil paper and sent it in his mouth.

The winter was bitterly cold, and the food was cold very quickly, but in a quarter of an hour, the pheasant was already cold, and the bite was full of coldness, and a few tears fell, and finally they were mixed with the chicken and swallowed in his mouth, at this moment, his desire to survive was so strong.