In the past few years, the wolves have been running in the mountains, watching the stars and rivers do not know the sun and the moon, and lifting wooden swords but not swordsmanship; Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, with enough foot strength, it is like flying on the slippery mountain road, and when it encounters a shallow ditch and a low cliff, it jumps over, and it is as light as an ape. The wooden box behind him hit his back from time to time, and he was used to it, so he rushed towards the Taoist temple.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were white, and Zhuo Zangfeng had just walked with his front feet, and his footprints were covered in a moment, leaving no traces.

His heart was so eager that it seemed to beat much faster than his steps.

The old Taoist priest didn't talk much, but his love for him was imprinted in his heart. He didn't want to see any loved ones hurt.

Sliding down a high slope, he stood on his feet, his face turning pale.

A thick black smoke rose from the direction where the Taoist temple was located, soaring into the sky, and was very conspicuous under the miserable snow curtain.

The hot blood rushed to the top of his head, no longer staying, and rushed to the Taoist temple like crazy.

As I got closer, I could see more and more clearly, the raging fire burned, and the snow around me turned into a cloud of water before it fell. The Taoist temple had collapsed in the fire, and he was worried about the life and death of the old Taoist priest, so he rushed into the fire desperately.

The doors and windows of the Taoist temple have been burned, and the roof tiles and beams have been smashed down from time to time, and the vision cannot be seen clearly in the thick smoke.

He shouted, waving his hands in vain. The fire engulfed everything, his eyebrows and hair were almost burned out, and when he rushed out of the fire, Zhuo Zangfeng's whole person seemed to turn into a thick charcoal.

His voice was hoarse, and his body was burning with fire, and the old Taoist priest was obviously burned to ashes.

He threw himself on the snow and wept.

He remembered that the old Taoist priest smiled and watched him gobble up while eating, and then smiled and took out the hand hidden behind his back, and the palm of his hand was an egg. The eggs were sent by the old Taoist's distant nephew, which was supposed to let the old Taoist priest make up for his body, but none of them fell into his stomach.

He remembered the old Taoist priest who had changed his Taoist robe into new clothes, and looked at the satisfied expression on his body when he wore it.

......

The cold snowflakes falling on his body did not relieve the pain in his body, and in the crackling fire, he faintly heard someone calling.

"Zangfeng!

The voice was hoarse, but also eager. Who is calling out to himself? Could it be that I heard it wrong?

He got up and saw the old Taoist priest stumbling in the snow and looking around, and suddenly saw him, dumbfounded, speechless.

The old Taoist priest's pale hair was spread out, and the Dao crown didn't know where to throw it, and he suddenly found the charcoal-like person in front of him, and he was so frightened that he stood still.

"Master, I'm Zang Feng. "Because it is a parasitism and a Taoist temple, it has always been called so.

The old Taoist priest heard his voice, choked up and said, "It's your baby...... It's your baby. ”

It turned out that the old Taoist priest waited for Zhuo Zangfeng for a long time and did not return, so he couldn't help but be anxious, so he endured the pain and went up the mountain to look for it. His legs and feet were inconvenient, and he didn't even see the footprints after looking for a long time, so he came back, and happened to see the fire rising into the sky, for fear that Zhuo Zangfeng had returned to the Taoist temple and suffered a catastrophe, so he was in a hurry and cried out in panic.

This time, he just escaped the catastrophe.

The two stood upwind, watching the fire burn the Taoist temple to ashes, but they were helpless.

The snow was so heavy that it covered all traces on the road leading to the temple, and only from the torches that were abandoned on the snow and the straw that was crushed by the snow, it can be inferred that it was not an unwarranted disaster, but a man-made arson.

"It must be Liu Chui'an!" Zhuo Zangfeng gritted his teeth, wishing that an arrow would pierce his throat at that time.

"Don't talk nonsense! Don't talk nonsense!" the old Taoist priest said softly, "endure the calm tone. ”

After the fire was completely extinguished, the two of them found some household belongings that could still be used in the ashes, and moved to a cave in the mountain to take shelter temporarily.

This cave is relatively hidden, not only to avoid the wind and snow, but also to avoid the eyes and ears of Liufu, which can be regarded as a disaster avoidance.

The wind and snow in the mountains do not stop, although some dry firewood is obtained, it is difficult to cook without rice. The old Taoist priest was seriously ill and had not recovered, and this time he was angry and anxious, panting and chest tightness all day long, sighing.

On the second day, Zhuo Zangfeng decided to venture down the mountain, first, to grab medicine for the old Taoist priest, and second, to get some food.

He sneaked into the county, and at this time his clothes were in tatters, his face was full of fire, his hair was almost burned, and with the wooden box behind him, he was a little beggar. Many passers-by hurried by cast disgusted glances at him.

There were only a dozen copper coins pulled out of the ashes on his body, which was far from enough for the old Taoist priest's medicine. Coming out of the pharmacy, he began to have trouble.

It was freezing cold, and pedestrians rarely went out on the street, walking from one end of the street to the other, and from that end back to this end. I was hungry and hungry, and I felt more and more hungry when I saw the steaming heat and fragrance in the hotel restaurant. Suddenly remembered the wooden box on his back, maybe there was a treasure inside?

Thinking of the wooden box, I inexplicably blamed the old monster.

The three-year appointment was originally promised, and the date had long since passed, but the old monster was still gone, and there was no news.

If you open the wooden box and exchange it for money, the old Taoist priest's medicine money will not be worried.

Or get the method of cultivation, become a sword cultivator, raise your eyebrows, and humiliate before the snow.

First find a secluded place to open the wooden box, thinking that he ran to Qifeng Mountain in one breath and stood still on a slightly gentle hillside.

When I looked around, I saw that the snow was vast, the snow was slowing down, and not even a bird had ever flown in the air.

After receiving countless cold receptions and setbacks, he was not as sad and angry as he is today, and the old Taoist priest almost died because of himself. It's all because I can't practice, I'm not strong enough.

The old monster left a broken box and managed to plant himself in the mountains for three years. In the past three years, I could have gone to many famous mountains and rivers to visit good teachers to learn kendo, and I would not have looked at the wooden box all day long, looking at the white clouds and sighing endlessly. I won't suffer that humiliation several times.

He stood up, dragged his tattered robe, went to the snow to find a piece of bluestone, held it above his head, aimed at the wooden box under his feet, and said silently: "No matter what kind of treasure you are, I am going to be rough today." Then he looked at the sky and said loudly: "Old monster, it is you who have made a promise, I Zhuo Zangfeng has made a promise, and I have not broken my promise, and I can only blame you for smashing the wooden box." ”

After saying that, he no longer hesitated and smashed the wooden box hard.

Zheng "There was a soft sound, and ten thousand golden rays popped out, and the wooden box flew up out of thin air.

The flipped box slammed into the snow, quickly turning into a small black dot that gradually blurred.

He was taken aback, and in his astonishment, the wooden box flew back, swept overhead, and crashed into the cliff on the left wall with a whining roar.

With a bang, countless snow and gravel fell from the cliff wall.

In case the wooden box is shattered, the treasure inside falls into the mountains, and it is very difficult to find it. He began to regret destroying the wooden box on impulse, shouting, "Wooden box!

The rubble falls below the cliff with a rumbling sound.

The wooden box flew over the top of the mountain, but like a vigorous flying dragon, it let out a series of sharp whistling sounds.

For a time, the tsunami roared from the entire mountaintop, completely masking the sound of the roaring wind and snow.

He chased after the wooden box in embarrassment, and he didn't know how many times he fell, and his hands were bruised. He didn't care about the pain, he just wanted the wooden box to fly back in good condition.

Finally couldn't chase anymore, Zhuo Zangfeng sat on the snow and panted. The wooden box in the air seemed to have had enough of it, and stopped flying. The strange sound also stopped at the same time, and then slowly fell beside the young man.

Zhuo Zangfeng was pleasantly surprised, hurriedly hugged the wooden box, and never dared to let go.