The Twin Snake Mountains stand tall and tall, like the body of a giant in the sky, disturbing the sky.

The forest is dense and verdant even in winter.

The flowing water is dingdong, and it is rare that it has not been frozen and stagnant in the cold winter.

In the midst of the picturesque scenery, there is a small bamboo house. In a small courtyard surrounded by a fence, a few ordinary herbs are planted loosely. Ordinary herbs are vigorous and grow well in the cold winter, and it is clear that the people who grow herbs are very careful.

At this moment, there is a simple desk in the quiet courtyard, and a quiet girl in white sits on it, leaving delicate ink on the thin paper.

Under the warm sunshine, the girl is like a fairy in the painting, white and flawless, green silk like a waterfall, revealing a holy breath up and down, like the legendary snow lotus on the double snake mountain as gentle and noble.

Especially her delicate and white jade hands, the extraordinary brilliance under the sun is moving.

These hands have appeared in Ling Yu's dreams many times.

But even in a dream, Ling Yu never picked it up.

The owner of these jade hands is called Le Xian Xian, which is the object of Ling Yu's love letters.

There are not many words on the love letter, and there are only eighteen words in the whole book-

"I wish to take your hand and walk under the bright moonlight, and I have no regrets in this life. ”

This was something that Ling Yu had meditated on, but it was also a true portrayal of his mood.

Ling Yu's writing is actually quite good, but when it comes to writing love letters, he doesn't know how to write.

He has liked Le Xian Xian for many years, and as he gets older, this emotion becomes stronger and stronger, and he really wants to tell Le Xian Xian what is in his heart, but the two have almost no intersection, which makes him speak.

His heart was so confused that he really felt a little unhappy.

Finally, two days ago, he wrote something similar to a love letter by the ghost, and secretly found an opportunity to stuff it into the firewood in the small courtyard in front of him.

Ling Yu really didn't dare to ask for anything, he became the best, and he was not discouraged if he failed.

He just wanted to walk a few steps with Le Xianxian!

But his own innocent desire ......

At this time, Le Xianxian seemed to have finished writing, and the paper was covered with her neat and delicate small characters.

If Ling Yu was watching from the sidelines at this moment, then Ling Yu would definitely be surprised.

This is not the common script of the Yanhuang Continent at all.

The text of the Yanhuang Continent is called tadpole text, long like tadpoles, and the text written by Le Xianxian is boxy and angular, although I don't know where it is, but it is definitely a kind of writing.

He didn't know how Yi Le Xianxian, who was the same as his own at the age of thirteen, learned such a script. And, judging from the writing of the whole text, it seems that she has completely mastered it.

Le Xianxian did not rest, and flipped through an ancient book placed on the desk.

The books are very thick, and as for what kind of books they are and what their names are, perhaps only she knows.

The book was turned page by page, and every time he turned a page, Le Xian Xian had to stay for a short time, and the two big eyes were very clean and clear, constantly turning left and right.

She looked so seriously, as if she wanted to memorize every word accurately.

In this way, she sat quietly for a whole morning, until an old man with a medicine basket walked into the firewood, and she gently put down the book in her hand and slowly raised her head.

The girl stood up, did not help the old man, nor did she help the old man unload the medicine basket.

Instead, he turned around and went into the house, poured a glass of water and put it on the tray, and then brought it out and stood beside the old man.

The old man's mouth was wide open, revealing his old yellow teeth, and he smiled very happily, carefully took the water cup, and drank it with a grunt.

Le Xianxian was about to pour water again, and the old man waved his hand lightly, with a faint smile on his face.

No one knows what the old man's name is, no one has heard him speak, only that the old man is a mute.

He has white hair, his face is covered with dense wrinkles, like dead wood, and his cloudy eyes make it easy to read the vicissitudes of life, obviously an old man with a lot of stories.

Compared with Le Xianxian's thin and clean white clothes, his clothes were shabby and heavy, densely covered, and the gaps were not exposed, as if in this cold winter, one less piece of clothing would freeze to death in the barren mountains.

He carried a thick bamboo tube on his back, which was dark but as bright as a mirror, which could illuminate the shadow of a person. There is also a small bamboo pipe inserted in the middle of the bamboo tube.

In Ling Yu's impression, this thick bamboo tube old man has always been inseparable, like a treasure in his heart. This mysterious object really made Ling Yu scratch his head, if it weren't for the fact that the old man had been showing that almost lifeless, sick and about to fall, Ling Yu would have thought that the old man was a master, and the bamboo tube was his weapon.

The old man should be Le Xianxian's grandfather, so he said that he should, there is no way to verify, but he depends on each other, one old and one young, so it is natural to think so.

When Ling Yu was 5 years old, the old man and Le Xianxian moved here, built a hut by the stream, fenced it off, and then settled here.

As the saying goes, living in the mountains and eating the mountains, relying on the water to draft water, the old man occasionally sells herbs and firewood, so as to raise the great immortals. Although they had a hard time, they were also happy, which made Ling Yu very envious.

For example, now, the old man can't speak, and the fairy fairy doesn't say a word, although it is really too quiet, but the smile on the faces of the old man and the fairy is already the best proof.

At this moment, Ling Yu was hiding in the woods not far away, quietly watching everything on the side of the small bamboo house.

Watch Le Xian Xian write.

Watching Le Xian Xian flip through the book.

Look at Le Xianxian's hands!

Look at her and the old man's faint smile!

He just watched it all morning.

Since he left the martial arts arena, he walked around in a daze, even climbing over the high wall of his house and directly entering the dense forest.

Walking like this, he didn't know whether he wanted it or not, he came to the vicinity of Le Xianxian's small bamboo house.

At this time, he was stunned, everything was because of the unwillingness in his heart.

He simply couldn't let go of the love letter exposed.

He saw the fairy who had been thinking about it for a long time and occasionally entered his dreams, and that serious and quiet appearance was so beautiful and moving.

He has always thought that Le Xian Xian is special, so over the years, even if he has practiced martial arts diligently, he has never let go of his thoughts about Le Xian Xian.

But how cruel is the truth......

It wasn't until the old man and Le Xianxian walked into the house that he reluctantly withdrew his gaze and sat under the tree with a butt mound.

He didn't run out to talk to Le Xianxian, nor did he question her about the exposure of her love letters.

He knew that his mediocre life would not have much intersection with Le Xian Xian, who was highly talented and beautiful.

After today, I'm afraid it's even more over.

Gradually, a series of changes took place in Ling Yu's heart.

Originally, after talking with the uncle in the room last night, Ling Yu was full of fighting spirit, and today he only appeared in the martial arts arena for morning exercises, in addition to learning a few tricks to defend himself, but also to give a message to the people of the family, that is-

I will never give up my cultivation!

Even if you laugh at my cultivation speed, insult my martial arts qualifications, and trample on my martial arts path......

I will continue to walk unswervingly.

And today's exposure of the love letter made Ling Yu's fighting spirit fall to the bottom in an instant, and his mind gradually became mature.

Love is a thing, and it hurts a lot.

Suddenly, it was the moment when the sun was scorching, and it was snowing again.

It seems that this Xue'er came to appease Ling Yu's injured heart.

Ling Yu sat on the ground with his back against the trunk of the tree, and when the snowflakes fell on Ling Yu through the layers of branches and leaves, he didn't even realize that a light snow had fallen at this moment.

But Ling Yu's aura was gradually becoming stronger.

He didn't realize all of this, he just fell into his own heart, and then, slowly, he was freed.

It wasn't until the light snow stopped that he slowly stood up and slowly left.

His face was so ancient that it was impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

At this moment, his body exuded an intoxicating aura, if there was a martial arts practitioner approaching now, he would definitely have to cross his knees and cultivate.

Ling Yu fell into a wonderful state just now, that is, the state of epiphany.

Epiphany is hard to come by, and it has nothing to do with the level of cultivation of martial artists, even those who have been famous for a long time have not necessarily entered the state of epiphany.

Epiphany pays attention to chance, it may be a rain, a frog, a leaf, all of which may allow you to enter this mysterious realm.

And Ling Yu's chance was this love letter exposure incident.

Ling Yu's heart has always been very tenacious, and no matter how much others ridicule him, he can't make him bow his head.

But that's also up to the object!

Feelings, in a lifetime, I am afraid that it is the most difficult thing to give up.

It is a sincere heart full of emotion, telling people how to extinguish the vitality in it.

The emotional blow is undoubtedly the heaviest!

Therefore, after Ling Yu's uncle learned about the love letter, he came to talk to him at night, because he was afraid that he would not be able to stand the blow and it would be difficult to pick up his fighting spirit from then on.

Not long after Ling Yu was hit hard, he was able to get out of the emotional cage that trapped him.

It's a testament to his tenacity.

It's also his chance!

Ling Yu didn't even know that he had an epiphany, he only knew that the dust in his heart had been swept away.

Even if his cultivation had broken through, he didn't know it. In the short period of time just now, Ling Yu's cultivation had gone from the sevenfold peak of the Chong Pulse Realm to the ninefold peak.

Ling Yu didn't even know that the moment he turned to leave, Nale Immortal was standing at the door of the house, calmly looking in the direction of Ling Yu.

And the sick old man was leaning his mouth towards the small bamboo tube in the middle of the bamboo tube, which was as black as a mirror.

Let's click, click, and then spit out a mouthful of clouds, with a look of enjoyment on my face.

A ray of light flashed in his cloudy and dim eyes, and he didn't seem to care, and he also glanced in Ling Yu's direction.

(When I was in school, I liked a girl, and my only wish was to hold her hand and walk a few laps down the school road...... Readers, do you have such a simple mind)