In the early spring, the cold from the cold winter has not yet faded, and the cold wind in the snowy mountains is bitter.

The morning mist on the summit has been dispersed by the golden sunlight, revealing the ice and snow that has been there for 10,000 years.

At this time, there was a person on the snowy peak, a young Taoist wearing a cyan robe.

The Taoist looked indifferent, carrying a long sword and a cyan paper umbrella behind him, quietly looking at the abyss under his feet, and the vast turquoise lake in the distance of the abyss.

The first disciple of the Taoist Sect, Autumn Leaves, passed through the White Mountain and came to the grassland, and he entered the Great Snow Mountain alone. As he himself said, he had something to do.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned to look at the foot of the snowy mountain.

He saw a man, although the top of the mountain was very far away from the foot of the mountain, and there were clouds in between, but it was true that he saw a man in a wide black and white robe.

He is the first disciple of the Taoist Sect, and he defeated the young disciples of various sects at the Dialectical Conference three years ago, and is now four years ago, and is known as the first person of the younger generation.

But he knew very well that there were many true genius disciples hidden in other sects, and they did not choose to face the Akiba who was born out of nowhere, but chose to avoid the edge for the time being.

For example, Murong of Buddhism, such as this young man in a black and white robe on the shore of Biluo Lake.

For this true Sword Sect descendant, even if he is as powerful as him, he must be a little cautious.

But he will not be afraid, among the younger generation, he does not think that anyone can defeat him, for him there are only easy to overcome and some tricky, and there is no invincible.

So Autumn Leaves looked at the foot of the mountain for a while, then calmly turned around and walked towards the depths of the snowy mountain.

At the same time, Gongsun Zhongmou at the foot of the mountain also withdrew his gaze.

His right hand pressed tightly against the black hilt of his sword, and he looked solemn and didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know when, Zhang Xueyao stepped out of the car, came behind Gongsun Zhongmou, and said softly, "Brother Qiuye has been here?"

Gongsun Zhongmou nodded silently.

A complicated look appeared on Zhang Xueyao's face, and then he hung the white long sword in his hand on his waist, turned around and walked in the direction of Daxue Mountain.

Gongsun Zhongmou's face returned to calm, he didn't speak, and he didn't look at Zhang Xueyao's back.

At that time, he was only fifteen years old, and he had already practiced Sword Twelve, the peak of the void, and he was very proud and conceited at that time.

He was not accustomed to the old-fashioned Taoism, ridiculed the pedantry of the Buddhism, and even more disdained the seemingly powerful weakness of the Demon Sect.

He felt that one day his sword would sweep them all away.

And at this time, his master, the Sword Sect Sect Master, who was known as the number one in the world, told him that there was someone stronger than him.

At that time, he knew that there was a peer named Akiba, and if the Sword Sect and the Dao Sect had not yet separated, the person he should have called the senior brother had already stepped into the frost.

He was the same age as him.

As a result, he could not maintain his pride as before.

He was silent for a long time, and then in his spare time from sword practice, he began to read and began to learn the Confucian method of cultivating qi.

Years later, he has seen a lot of things and seen through a lot of things, but he still can't see through the autumn leaves, let alone through the autumn leaves.

He has always regretted that he did not have the opportunity to make a sword at Akiba.

He was not angry at Akiba's disdain. There were not even superfluous emotional fluctuations, because he knew that anger without strength was meaningless.

What he has to do is to pull out the sword at his waist and defeat Akiba, not play some resentful trick there like a clown.

But he did not draw his sword because he was not sure of victory, and he had always believed that if he was not ready to use force, he should not take up arms.

His hand was lowered from the hilt of the sword, a faint smile appeared on his face, he glanced at the vast snow-capped mountains not far away, and then walked again in the howling cold wind, leading the Sword Sect disciples behind him, towards the shore of Biluo Lake.

He walked neither fast nor slow, and even the distance of each step was exactly the same, and with each step, the fierce aura on Gongsun Zhongmou's body that was stimulated by the sight of autumn leaves gradually disappeared, like a long sword being slowly pushed back into its sheath.

He was back to the elegant young man.

......

Xiao Yu didn't expect that the mountain road in Daxue Mountain was so difficult, and of course it wasn't what bothered him the most.

What made him feel a headache was that he and Lin Yinping seemed to have a very powerful road idiot attribute, and now in the sky and on the ground, in the southeast and northwest, except for the white snow, it was white fog. It seems that the two of them may have lost their way.

Lin Yinping was reluctant to enter the Great Snow Mountain, thinking that he didn't know what his feet had become now, and he felt even more annoyed, staring at Xiao Yu and saying, "When will I be able to go out!"

Xiao Yu pretended to look into the distance, and said a little unconfidently: "Come on." ”

"Come on!" Lin Yinping added a heavy tone to the word "bar", gritted his silver teeth, and said: "I've followed you honestly for so long, don't tell me you're lost!"

Xiao Yu coughed dryly and said, "I haven't been out of the Eastern Capital, you haven't been out of the royal court, isn't it normal for otaku and otaku to get lost?"

Lin Yinping's face was a little unkind, and he said: "You and I have never been to the Great Snow Mountain, it is normal to get lost, but why didn't you say it earlier!"

Xiao Yu is sometimes very cold, but it is difficult for him to have any negative emotions about this girl who is a little like his mother. He was not angry, but ashamed.

After the two were silent for a moment, Lin Yinping spoke again, she calmed down a lot at this time, and said, "That...... I'm sorry just now, I lost my temper a bit. ”

Xiao Yu waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

Lin Yinping said seriously: "Then we have to quickly find the right direction, this big snow mountain is across the grassland, if you go in the wrong direction, keep going inside, and then you don't know what year it is." ”

Xiao Yu thought for a while and said, "Since we can't go out sideways, let's go up." ”

The two began to climb towards the summit.

Xiao Yu walked in front, and Lin Yinping followed behind him.

Lin Yinping glanced at the abyss beside him, and suddenly said, "Xiao Yu, if I fall, what will you do?"

Xiao Yu turned his head, looked into her eyes and said seriously, "I will find a way to save you." ”

Lin Yinping was obviously not very satisfied with this statement, and said unhappily: "When you figure out a way, I will land." ”

Xiao Yu's face did not change, and said: "So you have to struggle hard, and try not to fall to the ground until I think of a way." ”

Lin Yinping said indignantly: "Are you a real man?" ”

Xiao Yu replied: "There is a very powerful person who said that real men must keep thinking of ways, and real women must keep struggling. From this point of view, I am. ”

Lin Yinping lowered his head and stopped talking.

Xiao Yu felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

In fact, some women ask for a lot, and you can't meet too much at all. And some women ask for very little, so little that they may want a word from you, a promise, just that, that's all.