In the vast mountains, the natural terrain and environment formed by the eternal years will always give birth to countless life species, and naturally there will be no shortage of fierce ordinary beasts, or even terrifying beasts.

However, everything in the world follows certain laws of nature. For most mammals, winter is not a suitable season for feeding and hunting, and most of them choose to hide and burp for the winter, and rarely leave their hiding places to hunt for food. Therefore, compared to spring, summer and autumn, it will be much easier and safer to trek through the valley roads in the cold winter.

Bian Yao and the gray-clothed boy were very lucky, the two of them walked among the mountains and mountains for more than ten days, except for a few ordinary beasts that went out to forage, they did not encounter powerful beasts.

Roughly speaking, it has been more than 20 days since the beginning of winter, and the first cold snap blowing from the Far North is hitting the chaotic plains, and the temperature has been getting lower and lower in the last two days.

Although the weather has become colder, for cultivators, this cooling is nothing and will not be taken to heart at all.

At least at this moment, Bian Yao was in a very happy mood, with a smile on his face. They had reached the edge of the mountains, and they had only to climb over this last majestic mountain to leave the endless hills.

At dusk, halfway up the mountainside, in front of the bottomless cliff.

Bian Yao held a few dead wood branches in his left hand, and a fat gray-haired hare in his right hand, facing the south and stopping to look into the distance. To his right, a gray-clothed young man with a wrapped sword in his hand stood in front of the steep cliff with a burden on his back, staring in the same direction.

The reckless wilderness, the grass and trees have basically completely withered, and this vast prairie located at the southernmost end of the chaotic plain is rendered with a layer of brilliant golden brilliance at this time, which is strangely beautiful.

The two stood in front of the cliff and looked out for a moment, and then decided to spend the night on the mountain and descend the mountain early tomorrow morning.

The fat rabbit that Bian Yao was holding in his hand was caught in the dead bushes by the mountain stream not long ago, and naturally it was inevitable that it would be roasted and eaten for dinner.

Before the cold night has completely fallen, the rabbit meat has been completely cooked, the air is filled with the smell of meat, and the surface of the meat skin overflows with light golden oil, which looks particularly attractive.

The gray-clothed boy skillfully extinguished the embers, while Bian Yao took the rabbit meat from the grill, divided it in half with a dagger, handed half to his companion, and then sprinkled each of them with their favorite seasonings, sat quietly on the ground, bowed his head and tore it in satisfaction.

Soon after nightfall, the fragrant roast rabbit meat entered the stomachs of the two of them, and as usual, they did not communicate much, they were busy with their own things, and did not interfere with each other.

The night breeze was gentle, beside the cliff, Bian Yao put on a robe to protect him from the cold, and lay comfortably under a leafless old tree, looking at the starry night sky with wide eyes.

Not far away, the gray-clothed young man was meditating with his eyes closed in front of a mountain rock, and three feet away in front of him, the Pu sword with the cloth removed was inserted, and the first three inches of the sword pierced under the hard stone surface.

In the middle of the night, countless dark clouds quietly drifted in the night sky, and it didn't take long to cover up all those flickering cold spots.

Before long, the night dome began to scatter little white snowflakes, which fell into the boy's hair and rested on the boy's shoulder.

The cold and silent night, the sudden snowflakes, gradually dense and dense.

Bian Yao opened his eyes, and the chill from the melting snow pierced his skin, prompting him to wake up from his dream. He shook his head and shook off the snowflakes on his head, then raised his hand to pat the robe on his body, swept away the shallow snow, and turned his head to look to the side.

The gray-clothed boy still meditated quietly with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, and let the falling snowflakes cover him.

"His perception ability is far above his own, it is impossible not to notice the snow, why does he not move......" Bian Yao thought for a while, then removed the doubts between his eyebrows, got up and came to the gray-clothed young man, did not make a sound, but gently picked up the two burdens and put them into his space bag, so as not to soak the objects inside from being soaked by the melting snow.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it was densely cluttered with vision.

In the middle of the night, in the dark mountains, it is not convenient to find a place to cover the snow. Bian Yao walked back to the old tree, tightened the collar of his robe, and wanted to drink some wine to ward off the cold, but suddenly thought that all the wine on his body had been given away, and he couldn't help but sigh, and simply sat down next to the tree, ready to wait for dawn with his eyes open.

Unlike raindrops, no matter how big the snowflakes are, they are silent when they land, and the silent rhythm is used to echo and interpret the silence of the mountain.

From time to time, Bian Yao would shake his head and wave his arm to slap it to stop the snow from accumulating on his body.

There was some surprise, the snow came suddenly, and it went quickly.

In just half an hour, the snowflakes stopped falling, leaving half an inch of snow in their wake. The dark clouds of the night sky suddenly dispersed, revealing the cold stars in the sky again, and the cold light reflected the land after the snow, and you can enjoy the pure beauty.

Under the cold starlight, beside the cliff on the mountainside, the gray-clothed young man at this time has become a lonely snowman sitting and standing.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a slight cold wind blowing, and the gray-clothed young man's head suddenly moved, and a few wisps of snowflakes fell from his ears.

Bian Yao took a few breaths of hot air into the palm of his hand, quickly stood up, and didn't bother with his "snowman" companion, rubbed his slightly cold fingers to himself, and trampled back and forth on the snowy ground with a happy face, like a child, immersed in the fun of stepping on the snow.

Suddenly, the gray-clothed young man's hand resting on his lap moved, and his body trembled a few more times. Inexplicably, there seemed to be an invisible air flow gushing out of his body, moving rapidly on the surface of his body, and the snow covering his body floated one after another.

After a few breaths, the Pu sword in front of the gray-clothed young man suddenly let out a low and sharp groan, and the sword body began to tremble violently.

"Phew!"

As if it had suddenly gained consciousness and spirituality, the sword automatically pulled off the ground and drew an arc in the air, the tip of the sword just touching the forehead of the gray-clothed young man, and it hung silently in the air. One man and one sword, touching each other in a strange way.

At this time, the air current, which was originally only flowing on the surface of the body, began to spread, surrounding the body of the gray-clothed young man, as if a turbulent cyclone was stirring wildly, stirring up snowflakes flying all over the ground, and gradually forming a miniature storm in this small space between the cliffs.

Bian Yao looked in the direction where the gray-clothed young man was, and slowly lowered his raised left foot, revealing a look of astonishment!

The thick snow was lifted off the ground by the frenzied currents, and white dots danced in the air in a wanton manner, almost completely obscuring his vision.

"Could it be that he is breaking through the realm?" Bian Yao thought secretly, and his heart couldn't help but sink slightly. Because of his lack of understanding of sword cultivators, he was not sure.

Speaking of the advancement of sword cultivators, when Bian Yao was still in Cave City, he was taken to the Dream Arena by the old ghost, and he saw the scene of a sword demon breaking the mirror and becoming a sword maniac in battle, but the situation at that time was not the same as what he saw in front of him.

However, regardless of whether the gray-clothed boy was in the breakthrough stage or not, as a companion, all Bian Yao could do at this moment was to wait quietly and be vigilant against the surrounding situation to avoid accidents.

In the chaotic snowflakes, the gray-clothed young man closed his eyes tightly, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his body was constantly shaking, as if he was suffering some kind of indescribable pain.

The swirling snowflakes were very charming, but they also blinded Bian Yao's eyes, and the robe lifted by the air currents vibrated and the cold swept all over his body, but he always stood motionless, sticking to his share of responsibility as a companion.

Time passed, and after about a moment, the wind suddenly stopped, and the cliffs fell silent again, leaving only the snowflakes in the sky to drift quietly and slowly fall.

"Soldier!" was the sound of the sword hitting the ground.

The gray-clothed young man's brows furrowed slightly, then he opened his cold eyes, quickly picked up his two fingers, and raised his hand to point around.

Suddenly, one white light after another shot out from the fingertips of the sword cultivation boy, and disappeared into the night in an instant, only to hear the sound of stone shattering in his ears.

Sword Qi! That dazzling white cold light is naturally sword qi, and sword cultivators can only send it out when they reach the sword madness realm.

"Hey, you bastard, are you trying to kill me!" Bian Yao lay on the cold stone floor, shouting loudly at the top of his voice, the angry questioning voice was particularly clear and loud in the silent mountain night.

After Fang Cai's "chaos" stopped, he just wanted to speak, when he saw a sudden flash in front of him, and then he heard the sound of mountain rocks breaking behind him, and he instantly understood, and hurriedly threw himself on the ground in shock.

The familiar voice came into his ears, and the gray-clothed young man was stunned at first, then slowly lowered his arm, stared down at the Pu Jian at his feet, and his eyes showed a bit of complicated joy.

Under the bright starlight, the snowflakes that filled the air slowly fell, and the vision gradually became clear.

Bian Yao jumped up from the cold stone ground, strode to the gray-clothed young man, glared at him a few times with palpitations, and said angrily: "You guy is lucky, you successfully broke through to the sword madness realm with a snowfall, but unfortunately it is a bit short-sighted. ”

The gray-clothed young man raised his head and glanced at him, then picked up his sword and got up, ignoring his dissatisfaction and ridicule, and said nonchalantly: "Let's go! The movement just now seems to be not small, don't attract anything difficult." ”

Hearing this, Bian Yao couldn't help frowning, swallowed the words that rolled to the tip of his tongue, closed his mouth and didn't continue.

At this time, it was only an hour before dawn, and the two of them did not delay much, wearing starlight, stepping on the cold snow, and hurried down the mountain.

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The night slowly retracted its black wings, and the sky gradually revealed a pale white. It didn't take long for the distant eastern sky to appear red.

Under the bright sky, at the edge of the vast field, stood the figures of two teenagers.

As we headed south, the snow was getting lighter and lighter. At a glance, the field of vision is full of plain white and withered yellow, and occasionally a little bit of green clothes and green silk are mixed in it, which looks particularly fresh and eye-catching in winter.

"There will be no mistake, this wild field is the southern end of the chaotic plain, and through it is Shuxian. Bian Yao removed his consciousness from the book, looked at the south with joy on his face, and couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in his heart.

According to the map given to him by the old ghost, as long as he maintains a normal speed, if there is no accident, he will be able to pass through the vast field in front of him in seven or eight days at most and arrive at the destination of this trip-Shuxian.

As far as the whole chaotic area is concerned, the risk of encountering risks on the grassland is lower than in other places, and now it is the time of season, so there is hardly any danger on the next journey.

The morning light shines brightly, emitting a golden glow that warms everything on the earth.

Since entering the chaotic place, the reason why they have been able to survive safely until now is largely due to luck and the book map given by the old ghost, which has enabled the two of them to avoid some extremely dangerous places.

Looking at the seemingly boundless reckless wilderness ahead, Bian Yao fell into a short silence, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

On the side, the gray-clothed young man was holding a cloth-wrapped sword, carrying two burdens behind him, and he saw that the corners of his mouth suddenly bent, and his figure instantly turned into a gray shadow, shooting forward, and the speed was almost twice as fast as before.

Bian Yao suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the gray back that was quickly moving away, and couldn't help but sigh, thinking that he would suffer again in the future. You must know that if the sword maniac is running at full speed, the speed is not much slower than the early dream king of the sky flight.

Shaking his head in frustration, Bian Yao slammed his feet into the snow, and chased after him unwillingly.

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Seven days later, the sun sets.

The wide and long barren road divides into two forks in front, and there is a boulder more than ten zhang high at the intersection, which is engraved with two big green characters - Shuxian.

Farther ahead, a row of towering trees grew closely, stretching silently to the east and west, with no edge in sight, like a long dark green ribbon across the field of vision.

Bian Yao crossed his hands on his hips, stood in front of the boulder and stared at the two words for a moment, his face was slightly red, and his childish eyes and eyebrows couldn't hide his deep joy.

After a year, passing through several counties, and finally passing through the chaotic and dangerous chaotic place, now that I am finally about to step into the territory of Shuxian, how can I suppress the excitement and excitement in my heart.

"I'm leaving. The gray-clothed young man retracted his gaze from afar, and suddenly burst out, his face did not show any abnormality, and his tone was as light as before.

Bian Yao Huo Ran turned his head and looked at him with wide eyes, and the joy on his face instantly turned to surprise.

"Isn't there still some way to go? Why break up in such a hurry? ”

Along the way, he has become accustomed to the company of the young man in gray, although there is not much communication between the two, and nearly half of the conversations can be classified as bickering, but who cares about those?

"Sooner or later, our paths shouldn't be the same. The gray-clothed boy replied. Even the parting words seemed so indifferent and indifferent, just like the first meeting.

The evening sun shone obliquely on the plains, and the moment the gray-clothed young man turned around, what remained unchanged was the resolute and cold face. He headed southwest, still carrying the shrouded sword on his shoulders and carrying the burden behind his back, gradually stepping towards the cold winter sunset.

It wasn't until the sword cultivation boy walked out more than twenty zhang away that Bian Yao suddenly remembered that he still didn't know the other party's name. So he waved his arms high and shouted at the backlit backlight: "Hey, what's your name? My name is Bian Yao!"

"Twilight Song. After a short silence, the voice of the sword cultivator boy came from afar, and he didn't stop or look back.

Bian Yao stood there stunned, his slightly thin figure looking a little lonely. Seeing that the back gradually drift away, and finally become a point, his eyes revealed an indescribable loneliness.

Suddenly, perhaps an illusion, Bian Yao felt a slight humming sound ringing in his ears, which he didn't often hear along the way, but it was so familiar.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you, I don't know what song you're humming, but it feels pretty good. ”

Bian Yao muttered to himself, and then pondered for a moment, he suddenly grinned, suddenly raised his chest to cheer up, glanced at the sunset that was about to disappear, turned around and strode south.