Windy nights, blowing snow, snowflakes have no way out.

The biting cold wind was blowing wantonly and widely, and the silver ground was covered with snow. The night sky was pitch black, and snow balls the size of goose feathers fell from the sky and swept through the mountains with a howling wind.

The snow was full of snow, and the snow on the ground was faint and thin. There was only a dark sight, misty in this silent and restless snowy night.

Behind you is the black of the mountains, and you can't even see the road under your feet.

The sound of rapid but weak breathing seemed incomparably small in this blank snow.

The sound of snow falling "crackled" and smashed on his shoulder. At this moment, his shoulders were like carrying two small snowy mountains, almost level with his earlobes.

It's not just earlobes. His whole face, the one that could barely be seen to be handsome and ribbed, had also been cut red by the freezing air of the thorns. His lips were already purple, his mouth was so cold that he was numb to sensation, and even the breath he breathed could not disperse the slightest bit of hot mist in the air.

His gait faltered.

The snow under my feet was almost knee-high. The frozen snow was hard and brittle, and with every step he took, his body shuddered downward, and then he felt the texture of the soil and withered grass under his feet.

He may have lost his way.

On the back, it is vaguely visible that it is a half-broken bow and arrow. It was stained with blood and had turned a dry crimson color.

He had just escaped from a chase. Running against the wind and snow, his physical strength gradually became difficult to support.

His slender eyelashes had already frozen a thin layer of ice. Coupled with exhaustion and sleepiness, he felt more and more difficult to open his eyelids.

It's more than that. He had long felt that he had no strength at all, and he was able to keep running, ninety percent of which was due to his extraordinary and tenacious perseverance.

However, when he himself considered this aspect, he suddenly laughed at himself.

Faced with such a predicament in the world, he smiled.

Then, slowly, he stopped.

The way is dark and indiscerning. But he could barely see the puddle of footprints, like a line connecting life and death, that end was boundless darkness, and this end was tied to his body.

The heat is constantly dissipating. His body was even colder and numb, but now, looking up at the snowy night sky, his heart was calm and solemn.

Looking back at where he came from. He didn't think about how he would die, because in the civilization he had been exposed to since childhood, it was something that only the cowardly would care about.

He was thinking that he could still have such perseverance. Never found it before, not even himself.

This emotion was quickly swallowed up. Because it occurred to him that the perseverance to escape for his life might not be anything to boast about.

The heart is like a mess. But after abandoning life and death, the snowy night world in front of him instantly became clear.

The sky and the mountains opposite were still hazy and black. But upon closer inspection, you can see the outline of the mountain and the night.

The falling snow is like dotted stars. fell one by one, as if it was a curtain call for his struggles along the way.

The light in the snow is rough and faint. But there is a kind of baby-like cuteness. Is it lonely, or is it ignorant? An inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in his heart at this moment, as if he was happy with the beautiful scenery in front of him.

If it weren't for the fact that he was in a desperate situation of near death at this moment, he would have depicted this scene with his own hands. I have to compose another song to recite this painful and beautiful emotion forever.

- Snow and night, combined, like a black crystal noble and transparent.

It was as if he felt this wonderful sensation rise up his spine and slowly assimilate his bones. It was as if he had become delicate and clear, and he wanted to melt into this holy world......

Suddenly, a shiver suddenly pulled him back to reality.

This is the last struggle of the muscles. The spasms were as if his body was wailing to his consciousness, because if he continued to indulge, he would literally freeze to death.

He felt a pang of pain. had to stop appreciating the beautiful things in front of you.

Turning his head, he slowly walked forward.

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Outside the border village, a lonely courtyard was covered with snow.

The wind and snow roared, beating on the eaves of the Taoist temple. The candle flame in front of the statue is faint, and the dim candlelight does not illuminate the solemn shrine.

The clammy smell blended with the lingering smell of incense, and the snow crashed on the exterior walls, as if it quickly melted into snow water, seeping into the cracks of the bricks and tiles and burrowing into the narrow interior.

The glowing light shines through the window. On a bare snowy night, such a light seems to be smaller than a firefly.

The hut to the north of the shrine is stacked with warm and smoked hay. A mild and serene smell fills the air, and the haystacks make a constant rustling sound.

Perhaps no one cares about the purpose of this pile of hay, not even the Taoist who is like the wind view, he can't remember it clearly. But in the middle of this vast snowy field, this thick pile of haystacks is undoubtedly more exciting than a comfortable hotbed.

A corner of hay was artificially swept away, leaving a corner of the open space for the candlesticks. The flaming candle flame was even brighter than the shrine, and the gentle yellow light shone fragrantly all over the room.

There was only one person here, and it was a woman of not very old age. Perhaps not yet thirty years old - her face was not wrinkled, and she could even see a bit of plumpness and tenderness.

The clothes she is wearing are also from a good background. The bright red satin velvet jacket is as smooth as the petals of a peony. What can't be covered is a set of silk skirts with gold threads, covering the ankles, which looks like it can even be described as noble.

Although the woman is no longer so young, she still has enough charm and is beautiful and vulgar. Obviously, she has received a good family education since she was a child, and even if she is alone here, her dignity has not changed, and that beautiful temperament seems to have been engraved in her bones.

At this moment, looking at the dark wind whistling outside the window, she gradually wrinkled her faint eyebrows.

The wind and snow are too big.

This is the warmest place in Xiangfeng Temple. The Dao Masters and their attendants insisted on letting themselves live here, after all, such a terrible wind and snow had not been seen for many years.

And they split up to spend the night in the small village, and in the leaky hut behind the shrine.

However, in the face of a rather terrifying wind and snow, she has always been worried about the Taoist and the attendants. I looked at the flickering lights and shadows stupidly, but I couldn't sleep.

She prayed that the blizzard outside could be smaller, but it didn't seem to work. The candle burned shorter and shorter, and she became more and more anxious.

She has always had a kind character. After weighing it for a moment, she finally decided to let the Taoist leader and the attendants who stayed behind in the Xiangfeng Temple come here. It's just one night, and she can't bear to see them freezing for their grievances.

With that in mind, she slowly got up with the hay. Walking to the door, she grabbed the latch tightly and pulled it open.

Suddenly, a howling wind gushed and sent the snow into the warm hut. The flame of the candle was also suddenly extinguished at the same time.

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