Although Lin Yuqing rode his horse all the way, the road was difficult to travel under the wind and snow, and when he arrived at the foot of Ulu Mountain, it was already the next day.

This unusually heavy snow has finally stopped. When I looked back, the vast grassland of the Fang Country was already covered in silver, white and quiet. Occasionally, a few clumps of sparse grass poked out of the snow, and from time to time they were pushed by something that had been drilled under the snow.

Lin Yuqing spit out a cloud of mist, blurring half of his face, and only the blink of an eye when the white gas dissipated slightly revealed his cheeks, which were red from the cold. Patting the poor tired horse, he jumped off the horse, his feet creaked and sank into the snow, and looked up at the towering Ulu Mountains ahead.

To be honest, he didn't know what the point of his current visit was.

It's been a night since Valhalla's destruction, will the glory of the god of war continue to stay here?

It's not stupid, it must have been gone a long time ago.

But even so, Lin Yuqing had to go up and take a look, if nothing else, he had to go to Ada, even if there was only a glimmer of hope.

Before entering the mountains, the boy first took care of his horse. The little brown horse had only been with him for a few days, and had already suffered all his sins, and had run for two days without sleep or food or drink in the cold, and if it had been alone, its cheeks would have sunk long ago. The forest fish couldn't bear it, so he rubbed the snow, fed it some snow water, found some dead grass, and tied it to a sheltered place.

When Lin Yuqing was working, Nagarjuna lay comfortably in the snow and watched, black and white as if a briquette had fallen on the snow. As a fallen spirit, of course it wouldn't help take care of a horse—the animal wasn't as fast as it was.

When the boy was done and beckoned him into the mountain with him, Nagarjuna stood up lazily and stretched, looking like a briquette slowly being pulled into a charcoal bar, and he followed the boy and got into the snow-covered mountain pass, and asked, "The horse has been taken care of, what about you?"

Lin Yuqing was stunned: "What am I?"

"You haven't slept or eaten in two days. Nagarjuna looked at him.

Lin Yuqing traveled day and night all the way, not to mention eating and sleeping, it was difficult to even keep warm, if he hadn't stripped the dead man's clothes to wear, he would have frozen hard in the middle of the road. The boy rubbed his sour and sore eyes, feeling that under the thick exhaustion, it seemed that even every heartbeat had taken enough strength.

"When I find Ada," he said vaguely, "I'll sleep all day." ”

Nagarjuna was silent, stretched his muscles again, and then jumped like a black-haired ball, and disappeared into the snow in front of him. The boy snapped off a branch and poked a little bit of it in the snow as he walked, and he looked at the shadow of the dragon tree in front of him, walked for a while, and then asked softly, "What kind of environment do you like?"

Xiao Hei Tuanzi stopped and turned a pair of big silver eyes.

"Glory and Maple both say that they prefer to survive in a chaotic world. Lin Yuqing tilted his head to look at it, "Then what do you prefer?"

Nagarjuna flicked its tail, and a faint black smoke drifted out of its tail and dissipated into the air. It waited silently for the boy to approach before speaking, but did not answer directly—"Do you know why we have to find a host to live?"

Fallen spirits have been living in symbiosis with humans on this continent for more than a thousand years, and although they are far away from civilians, Lin Yuqing has long heard various rumors in the Holy Alliance: "Because...... Because you are to be nourished by the spirit of men?"

"That's right. Nagarjuna walked at his feet, leaving a string of small paw prints on the snow: "We can rely on spirit stones and spirit weapons to recover energy and physical strength, but even if there are no spirit stones, I can recover by slowly recuperating in the human body." Only the spiritual strength of human beings is the indispensable key to maintaining our lives. ”

Lin Yuqing had known this for a long time, but he didn't say anything, just listened silently.

"But that's not to say that any one person can make me live well. For example, some people's spiritual world is like a hot spring, and some people's spiritual world is like a miasma...... For us, there is no good or bad thing, only the right fit. A host that is not suitable for us, and although it can barely sustain our lives, it cannot coexist for long. Therefore, when we fall into this world, we will be attracted by different spiritual qualities in the hazy and hazy, and find the most suitable host for ourselves. ”

Nagarjuna suddenly stopped when he said this, and looked up at Lin Yuqing, a pair of big silver eyes as if they were melted stars.

The answer to your question is in your own hands. What do you think your spiritual core is, I prefer what kind of external environment. ”

The boy looked at it for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.

He walked quietly for a while, and suddenly another question came to him: "Strange! At the beginning, the falling spirit of the Fang Kingdom must have fallen on different people, and then it was unified and dedicated to Valhalla, so it makes sense here." However, my previous reasoning does not make sense...... Valhalla should be a big spiritual weapon, but in this way, whose spiritual power has those fallen spirits been nourished by all along?"

"I don't know. Nagarjuna answered, and just jumped onto a piece of snow in front of him, but unexpectedly, the large piece of snow suddenly collapsed, and rolled straight down—it hurriedly rushed out of the snow powder, jumped back from mid-air, and fell to the ground with a little embarrassment; Lin Yuqing was startled, and when he looked at it, he found that above the cliff next to the mountain road, he didn't know if there happened to be some bushes, so it accumulated a layer of snow, and it collapsed when he stepped on it just now.

Lin Yuqing was full of palpitations, and hurriedly patted his shoulder, motioning for Nagarjuna to jump back on him, but unexpectedly, he suddenly became angry—as if he felt embarrassed to slip and slip for a moment, Nagarjuna glared and shouted, "It's all your fault!"

The boy looked at it blankly: "Huh?"

"If it weren't for the fact that your physical condition affected me, would I have almost fallen?" Nagarjuna's tail kept slapping the snow, stirring up bursts of snow mist, obviously very angry: "Look when I fell!"

Obviously, you yourself didn't pay attention - Lin Yuqing, who had been walking quite steadily all the way, held the branch in his hand to explore the way, and let this sentence turn twice in his stomach, and he didn't dare to spit it out.

"No," Nagarjuna thought for a moment, "you can't go on like this." You go find a place to sit, and I'll find you something to eat, so you don't have to drag me down. ”

As the host, Lin Yuqing didn't even have time to object, the black-haired ball had already plunged into a bush. Before the boy could say anything, he let into a sigh, and when he called out tentatively, he saw that Nagarjuna was long gone, so he had to find a wider mountain road, and sat down next to a rock.

Even without this heavy snowfall, Ulu Mountain is not known for its abundance, and it is not known how long it will take Nagarjuna to go. Lin Yuqing sighed, raised his head and looked at the foggy sky. He was indeed cold, hungry, and exhausted, and he had not felt anything after he had been moving all the time, but now that he had sat down for a while, he slowly began to feel sleepy.

I sat in a daze for I don't know how long, Nagarjuna never came back, Lin Yuqing slapped himself five or six times in a row, his cheeks hurt, and he still couldn't stop his eyelids from sticking together.

"This guy," he muttered, bracing himself to his feet. He sat down again, and he had to fall asleep in the snow and ice—the boy stood up and moved a few more steps, and when he came to a tree, he looked down at the mountain path, and immediately paused.

In the distance, there were two figures, walking towards the mountain one after the other, and vaguely saw that the person in front of him was wearing a thick robe of animal skin, and a braid on his shoulder was swaying with his steps.

The people of Fangguo came so fast?

The young man was slightly puzzled, and looked at them without saying a word for a while. When the two men came to the corner, they suddenly stopped, and the man in front of them turned away, and without knowing what they had said to each other, the shadow of the man behind him flashed and disappeared into the bushes.

The fang-man stood patiently on the mountain path with his back on his back, and waited motionless—perhaps the man behind him had gone into the woods to relieve himself.

Lin Yuqing thought about it, but still strode along the mountain road towards the fang countryman, and shouted from afar: "Brother!"

Although most of the fang countries saw the phantom in the sky yesterday, perhaps because there were only old and weak women and children left, and there were no patriarchs and priests to lead them, almost all the tribes on the way to Ulu Mountain were still in panic, praying, and at a loss, and they had not yet organized people to climb the mountain.

The two Fangguo people in front of him must have decided to go up the mountain by themselves, just so that they could be his companions - the Fangguo man in front of him didn't seem to hear his voice, and he couldn't help but shout again: "Eh, brother!"

The fang man still had his back to him.

Maybe the volume was a little lower just now, and before the third voice could be shouted, Lin Yuqing had already taken a few steps closer, and while turning to his side, he said to the man: "Brother, I called you several times just now——"

Before he could finish his sentence, his voice condensed in his throat.

The leather robe that covered the man's body, as if it had been draped by someone else, was loosely tied in a knot around his neck, revealing a piece of skin that was red from the cold, but he felt nothing but his head bowed, his eyes closed, and his face pale pale.

Although the fang man was standing, it was obvious that he had already lost consciousness. On one side of his neck, there is also a tattoo of spring water.

Lin Yuqing's hair all stood up, his heart tightened, and he turned around and was about to run back, but as soon as he turned around, the young man suddenly stopped his steps, and almost crashed into the body of the person in front of him because he couldn't catch the momentum.

"Be careful," the "man" behind him smiled, and a voice came out of the void darkness under the hat, "if you fall, it's over." ”

Obviously there was a human-shaped hat and a lily coat, but there was nothing in the dark, only a dry smoke stretched out from the darkness under the hat - Lin Yuqing's scalp exploded, and his heart thumped: "Yes...... It's you!"

It's not the first time he's seen it, this is exactly the falling spirit that blew down several Fangguo soldiers with a puff of smoke. The reason why the people of the Baiquan tribe are always in a coma is probably inseparable from it.

The falling spirit smiled, and a cloud of smoke suddenly burst out of the pouch and slammed into the boy's face.

In this flash of lightning, Lin Yuqing suddenly turned around and pushed the Fang Guoren beside him down the mountain road - the man was unconscious, like an upright corpse, and fell into the air under the cliff with a roar.

Seeing that the host was in danger, the falling spirit couldn't take care of Lin Yuqing anymore, and his figure rushed forward in a flash, stretching out an empty cuff to catch the fangguo; the young man took this opportunity to hurriedly hold his breath and ran out a few steps, but in front of him it was still spinning in the sky—he was in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted: "Nagarjuna!"

In case Nagarjuna is far away -

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and agile black shadow leaped out of the woods, and in a few leaps, it landed in front of the young man with a thud, stirring up a cloud of snow powder, and Nagarjuna opened his mouth and threw down a bunch of berries blackened by the frost, staring at the fallen spirit behind him, and let out a low roar in his throat.

Lin Yuqing's heart let go of most of it, and when he looked back with dizziness, he saw that the falling spirit had also just fished up the Fang countryman - I saw that the hat robe waved its sleeves in the air, and the Baiquan warrior who had just been thrown down suddenly stood on the ground again like a marionette.

"I'm here to help," the hat fell into a voice that was clearly not even physical, but it came out of a cloud of nothingness, "It's just one step away." ”

"I'll give you some time," Nagarjuna whispered, revealing one of his snow-white fangs, "Get out of now." ”

This fallen spirit can't be let go!

Lin Yuqing's heart was anxious, and he wanted to raise his head and say something, but his eyes were dizzy and black, he almost didn't inhale a mouthful of smoke just now, but he was still so dizzy that he couldn't even speak, and he couldn't feel frightened when he thought about it.

"Young master, let's really fight, it is not yet known who will kill the deer. The hat fell into a laugh, "Besides, I'm not trying to do anything to your host...... Believe me, if I had just succeeded, I was afraid that he would have thanked me in a while. ”

Master?

Lin Yuqing took a few breaths, and when he felt that his mind was a little clearer, he only heard Nagarjuna respond: "Don't be close, what do you mean?"

"Look. ”

As soon as the hat fell and the sleeve of his coat flicked, the warrior of the fang country suddenly moved—he still closed his eyes, and unconsciously reached out and untied a bone whistle from his waist, put it to his mouth, and blew it, and the sharp whistle suddenly echoed in the mountains.

"Your host will blow the whistle," Nagarjuna said with a grimace, "it's amazing. ”

The hat fell and laughed, "Young master, you wait, they are here." Not to mention you, your host must be willing to wait. ”

Lin Yuqing froze, suddenly reacted, and hurriedly got up, I don't know if it was because of fatigue or excitement, the muscles all over his body twitched: "You-who did you say came?"

A dark void under the hat floated quietly in mid-air, and when it was silent, it was impossible to see its meaning. After a while, it suddenly opened its mouth: "Look back." ”

Almost at the same time, the subtle sound of footsteps stepping on the snow was also sent into Lin Yuqing's ears by the mountain wind. The trail of footsteps was light and fast, but in a blink of an eye it was near, and he immediately turned his head to look at the mountain path behind him.

With a flicker of the trees, the glory of the god of war lifted its branches and walked onto the mountain path.

The startled snow fell in clusters on its bare shoulders and ran down its skin into its half-slid robe. Glory stood above the mountain path with his arms crossed, and somehow this time it looked a little different—it looked less comfortable and uncaring, as if it didn't want to stand here itself.

Rongguang pursed his plump red lips and opened his mouth, his tone was faintly impatient: "Why did you come?"

"Are you waiting for me?" Lin Yuqing asked stunned, almost thinking for a moment that the other party had set a trap for himself - but he was still self-aware, and immediately reacted: "What about Ada?"

"I'm here,"

As a voice sounded behind Rongguang, a slender little girl hurried around the corner.

Her pale yellow hair, wet with snow, was clinging to her face one by one, and her cheeks were an unnatural red. Because of the rush all the way, Ida was still a little panting, she looked at Lin Yuqing, and seemed to have something to say for a while, but in the end she just smiled: "Long time no see." ”

The tall, thin young man on the mountain road raised his head in a daze and met her eyes.

Ada's cast had been removed, and in just a few days, she seemed to be walking as usual. She was still wearing the same clothes she wore when she left the Holy Alliance, but with a robe on the outside, but it was much more refreshing and neat than a while ago, and her whole body was as white as a piece of custard. Lin Yuqing turned her eyes around a few times, but she didn't see the white fox beside her, and couldn't help asking, "Is Baijiu better?"

Ida lowered her gaze, raised it again, and smiled, "It's much better." ”

Glory still crossed his arms and stood beside her.

Lin Yuqing slowly frowned.

"Ada," he called out to the little girl, as if tentatively, "let's go." ”

"Where?" Ida tilted her head, not moving.

The boy was blocked by this question. He didn't know where he was going next—in fact, he didn't even have much hope of finding the villagers.

"I ...... I don't know, but we can discuss it again and see what you want to do......" Under the little girl's clear gaze, Lin Yuqing's voice was soft, as if she was afraid of alarming someone.

"I know. Ida smiled at him again, "I know where to go next." ”

The young man was stunned, and before he could ask what this sentence meant, he saw Ida suddenly turn around and beckoned to him: "You come with me, I have something to say to you." ”

Lin Yuqing had just taken a step forward, but stopped again—regardless of the hat behind him, the mountain path in front of him was choked by the motionless glory.

"Let's go. Ida called back again.

This time, it wasn't Lin Yuqing who she was urging - the glory of the god of war glanced at the stunned young man, turned around, and kept up with Ida with a light pace.