"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. The white shadow sighed faintly.

Ling Han's heart "chuckled", this sigh was so haunting, it reminded him of a small building in the backyard of the Ling family on a moonlit night.

Ling Han unloaded the flat pole, ignoring the fact that the water in the bucket was flowing out, Ling Han ran up the steps and stood still: "Mother!"

The white shadow trembled, "Han'er, is that you?" The white shadow slowly turned around, revealing a face that was not contaminated with a trace of vulgarity like a fairy in the Moon Palace, it was Ling Han's mother-Mei Ruoxue.

Ling Han threw himself into Mei Ruoxue's arms and cried loudly! All the depression, boredom, encounters, and setbacks in his heart turned into tears at this moment, and he swayed unbridledly.

Mei Ruoxue gently stroked Ling Han's gray hair, and said with great kindness: "Han'er, you have been wronged!"

"Mother, why are you here!" Ling Han stopped crying and asked.

"Han'er, my mother is waiting for you! My mother knows that you are alone, so I will come to pick you up, and my mother will take you out of here!"

"No, mother, I obviously saw that you and your father were dead!, why are you still here?" Ling Han asked.

"Silly child, everything is an illusion, love and hatred are all mirrors, my mother will take you to a quiet place where there is no strife!"

"Okay, mother, when are we leaving?" Ling Han asked.

"Let's go now!" Mei Ruoxue took Ling Han's hand.

Ling Han was shocked: "Mother, your hands are so cold!"

"Silly boy, you forgot, you are colder than your mother!" Mei Ruoxue scratched Ling Han's nose.

"Mother, why did you stab Han'er that day?" Ling Han asked.

"This is a secret that can't be said!" Mei Ruoxue said to Ling Han with a smile.

"Just tell Han'er!" Ling Han still didn't give up.

"Okay! Mother tells you, this is ......"

"Bingxue'er, you traitor!" interrupted the conversation between mother and son with a loud shout.

The woman in white who had robbed her appeared behind them.

"Senior sister, don't hurt my son!" Mei Ruoxue stood in front of Ling Han.

"Hmph, no one can save you today!" With that, the woman in white made a lightning move.

The two of them were some distance apart, and they actually started to move in the air, but they all made their own moves, but their bodies did not touch, as if the two were dancing, which was very good-looking, not like fighting for their lives at all. After a while, I only heard a coquettish cry, and the woman in white actually lit Mei Ruoxue!

After that, he floated over and pinched Mei Ruoxue's throat!

Ling Han rushed towards the woman in white like a frenzy, punching and kicking, "Let go of my mother!"

But the woman in white remained motionless, allowing Ling Han to kick and beat.

Ling Han was so exhausted that he had to stop, knelt on the ground, and begged: "Please, let my mother go, I will promise you anything!"

"Okay! I know you have a piece of warm jade, and now you have dropped that jade!" the woman in white said coldly.

That warm jade was Ling Han's life-saver, but Ling Han didn't hesitate, took it off his neck, and slammed it the stone steps. "Can you let my mother go?"

"Even if you are obedient, I have a treasure knife here, sharpening iron like clay, I want you to try the knife for me, you cut off a finger and show me!"

"Don't listen to her, don't listen to her!" Mei Ruoxue shouted.

"Snap" hit Mei Ruoxue in the face with a crisp slap, knocking her to the ground.

"Don't beat my mother! I'll cut it!" Ling Han said and took the treasure knife handed by the woman in white, the treasure knife was cold and shining, and the cold air was overwhelming.

Ling Han stretched out his left hand, pressed it on the plum blossom stem, lifted the hem of the robe, bit it in his mouth, and with a ruthless heart, he cut it lightly, and a little finger fell to the ground! The blood suddenly flowed out like a pour, flowing down the trunk of the tree to the ground, and it was red. Maybe it was nervousness, maybe it was excitement, Ling Han didn't feel pain.

"You can let my mother go this time!" Ling Han asked.

"Hmph, you go and dump the two buckets of water on the ground, and I'll let your mother go!" said the woman in white with a sneer.

"It's that simple?" Ling Han asked.

"It's as simple as that!" said the woman in white, a sly smile on her face.

Ling Han came to the place where the wooden barrel was placed just now, and when he saw it, there was only half a bucket of water left in both buckets.

Ling Han calmly picked up the flat shoulder and picked up the two wooden barrels.

"Boy, fall quickly, or I'll kill your mother!" the white-clothed woman's voice was a little excited.

"I'm sorry, I can't fall! You're all fake! It's all illusions!"

"How do you know, if we're illusions, then what are you?" said the woman in white.

"I'm also an illusion, don't believe me!" Ling Han raised his left hand, and the severed little finger was still growing on his hand unharmed.

Ling Han came to Mei Ruoxue's side with a bucket and said, "Mother, the child will definitely avenge you! Just not now!"

The woman in white didn't stop her, and let Ling Han go by herself.

"Alas!" a faint sigh came from behind him. Ling Han's heart trembled again, and that shadow would never be cut in his heart.

As soon as he walked out of the hundred steps, Ling Han's eyes lit up, and the strong sunlight shook so strongly that he almost fainted, it turned out that he was still on that mountain road, there were no flowers in the mountains, and there were no people in the flowers.

Looking up, Xiang Wanting vividly remembered, it turned out that he was already halfway there. It seems that the Shen family's phantom array really has unpredictable opportunities, and everything is as if it really happened. There must be tests on the road ahead, but I don't know what kind of hardships it will be.

Ling Han took a deep breath and stepped on the stone steps again.

There was no change this time, so Ling Han walked forward quickly, just walking, he felt a chill coming, the clouds covered the sun, and the snow drifted away.

At the beginning, the snowflakes were just bits and pieces, and the more Ling Han walked, the faster the snow fell, and finally it fluttered, and the entire Huanyu seemed to be filled with this snowflake. There was a thick layer on the ground, first there was no Ling Han's ankle, and after two steps, there was no Ling Han's calf, Ling Han struggled forward, and the snow didn't even go past Ling Han's waist!

The snowflakes were flying head-on, and it was no longer possible to distinguish between east and west, north and south, and the mountain road had already been buried deep under the thick snow, Ling Han could only move forward with great effort, who knew that he had just moved two steps, his feet slipped, and he almost fell off the cliff, but he actually moved to the edge of the cliff!

Ling Han didn't dare to move at will anymore, for fear that he would accidentally fall and his bones would be gone.

The snow had no intention of stopping, but Ling Han didn't dare to move forward. The snow finally engulfed everything.

After a long time, Ling Han peeked out of the snowdrift, and the snow had stopped. I saw that the vast foothills were already silver-white, only the little black of the evening pavilion, on the top of the mountain, it was like a black sesame seed in a white sugar pile.

Ling Han bent down and groped in the snow for a while, and finally found the smooth stone steps of the mountain road, he was already seven or eight feet away from the mountain road, no wonder he almost fell off the cliff.

Ling Han could only move up little by little, first fell on the snow, pressed out a little snow with the weight of his body, then got up, and then pounced, it didn't take long for Ling Han to feel physically exhausted, panting heavily.

Suddenly, Ling Han remembered the Supa that Tianbao had given him, and when Ling Han touched the mouth of his boots, it was all snow. Ling Han sat in the snowdrift, took off his boots, and shook vigorously, a pile of crushed snow and the handkerchief fell out.

Ling Han picked up the handkerchief, looked at it blankly for a while, sighed, and stuffed it into his boots again.

After resting for a while, Ling Han began to pounce forward again, pressing the snow, and persevering again and again, he actually went up more than ten steps, and the difficulty of these ten steps was no less than the normal ten times on Fengling Mountain.

Ling Han got up and gasped, and suddenly felt a slight vibration under his feet, and a low roar came from his ears.

"Avalanche!" Ling Han was shocked! Ling Han looked at the top of the mountain, and the black Xiangwan Pavilion had already disappeared into a cloud of gray dust. The rumbling roar grew louder and louder, the earth began to tremble, the sky began to shake, and from time to time several snowballs the size of a millstone rolled down.

There happened to be a boulder on the side of the mountain road, Ling Han hurriedly grabbed a wooden barrel and put it on his head, and then quickly put another wooden barrel in front of him and hid behind the boulder.

Just after dodging, a huge wave of air swept past the snow star, Ling Han hurriedly put his head into the barrel, Rao was like this, the air wave almost drained the air around Ling Han, making Ling Han unable to breathe. A little residual air was preserved in the barrel, allowing Ling Han to barely catch his breath.

Wherever the wave went, it destroyed trees, and even stones were rolled down the mountain.

Then, the white, cascading snow blocks roared down the mountain like a white snow dragon, the sky and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon were dark, and everything was buried in this sea of snow.

The sky returned to blue, the earth returned to tranquility, the breeze gusted, the snow was white, as if nothing had happened.

A few meters of snow was a few meters deep, and it was dark. Ling Han pushed up hard, without moving at all. Ling Han let out a little saliva and judged the direction. So, he carefully stuck his head out of the barrel and pulled it under him. The snow on the wooden barrel rolled down with the wooden barrel, directly filling Ling Han's small space to death.

Ling Han ignored the placket of his clothes, and his neck was full of cold snow, and he dug upwards hard, tirelessly.

Finally, in the thick snowdrift, a hand was revealed, followed by a head, and immediately afterwards, a man climbed out of the snowdrift with two barrels tied to his feet.

Ling Han was hungry and thirsty at the moment, exhausted, so he casually grabbed the snow and stuffed it into his mouth, comforting his shriveled stomach slightly.

It's still snowing, how can you go up the mountain? You can't just be trapped here!

Ling Han looked at the snow, then at the barrel, and thought of a good solution.

Ling Han put his two feet into the barrel, and then took the barrel handle of the barrel and moved forward step by step. Ling Han itself was very light, and the bottom of the barrel still had a certain area, which allowed Ling Han to walk on the snow, as if he had stepped on a sled.

Although the speed is not fast, it is still much faster than crawling forward at that time.

Finally, when Ling Han was about to lose his support, the snow-capped mountain disappeared, and Ling Han returned to the mountain road, at this moment, it seemed that he was only one step away from the top of the mountain, and there were several figures in front of him, climbing upward;

What would be the next item? Ling Han didn't have the strength to think about it anymore, so he rested for a while and stepped on the stone steps again.