Chapter 1 It's Long Overdue

Far west, Tien Shan.

The top of this mountain is covered with snow for 10,000 years, and it is white and vast everywhere, and it seems that the wind is cold and stagnant, and the sun is frozen white. In such a bitter cold place, there must be no vitality and no beasts. But in this vast expanse, there is a sturdy figure galloping up like a white ape, landing on the snow-capped mountains like a boat sailing down the water, and it has jumped a hundred feet in the blink of an eye.

If you look closely, it turns out to be a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but in the cold and freezing weather, he is only wearing a thin coarse linen clothes. If ordinary people set foot in this place, they are afraid that they will become ice sculptures in the blink of an eye. But this young man's face did not change, his breath was like a valley, and the cold air here seemed to be unable to invade him in the slightest. The young man kept hurrying under his feet, and silently thought in his heart: This place is white, and I don't know when it is. I hope I can catch up, otherwise I will run this in vain.

Looking at the top of the snow-capped mountain, the two mountains are far away, and in the middle is a bottomless canyon, but there is an iron cable connecting the two mountains. The terrain here is dangerous, the wind is cold, and the iron rope is also condensed with ice, as if to warn everyone not to set foot lightly. If you are not a person who has achieved light achievements, I am afraid that I will fall off the cliff in an instant and break my bones. At one end of the iron cable, there were several figures, all of whom were plain women. At the head was an older man with a cold expression, looking at the other end of the chain. Behind him were several young female disciples.

"Uncle Xuehan, it's not early, presumably no one will go up the mountain. Why don't you go back and rest earlier, the disciple is waiting here. It was a young female disciple who spoke, but the Xue Han Senior Uncle in front of her did not answer, her eyes were still looking at the other side of the canyon, as if she was waiting for someone, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

"This time, I put on a hero's banquet in Xuexinmen, and the heroes and heroes on the rivers and lakes have basically arrived in the past few days. It can be seen that although our family has been hiding from the world for many years, it is still quite prestigious in the rivers and lakes. Seeing that her uncle ignored her, the female disciple spoke again to herself. Yes, this place is the boundary of Xuexinmen. This Xuexinmen is located in the middle of nowhere, but it is said to have been inherited for thousands of years, because it has been avoided all year round, ignoring the disputes between the rivers and lakes, so the inheritance has never been broken. Occasionally, disciples are born and walk, and many of them are chivalrous. As for the wide opening of the mountain gate and the heroic banquet, it is unprecedented, and the people in the rivers and lakes do not understand what medicine is sold in the gourd of Xuexinmen, or to give face to Xuexinmen, or driven by curiosity, for a while, this remote snow-capped mountain actually gathered most of the heroes in the rivers and lakes.

"It seems that in addition to the mountain temple, the Sanzhiguan, the sects and families with heads and faces in the rivers and lakes have sent people, and even Miao Jiang is uninvited. The monks of the mountain temple did not like to be lively, although no one arrived, but dragged Hansong Academy with gifts and letters; As for these three knowledges, I heard people come in the past few days that they have closed the mountain gate since 16 years ago, and they can't escape the world even more than my Xuexin Gate. ”

The woman was about to say more, but Xue Han suddenly turned around and ordered: "Go back to the city and lock it." ”

"Seniors and slow! The younger generation is late, and I hope to forgive me. Xue Han heard the voice, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a figure rising from the opposite cliff and landing steadily on the iron cable. Seeing that it was light, he jumped up, crossed the iron rope in an instant, and came to Xue Han. It was the boy who rushed all the way up the mountain. The young man arched his hand at Xue Han: "The younger generation admires the name of Xuexinmen, and I came to worship the mountain, but the delay on the road is late, and I hope the seniors will forgive me." ”

"But there is a prayer." The female disciple saw that the young man was dressed in thin linen clothes, which was quite shabby, and there was a trace of contempt in her words. The young man laughed, "Naturally, there is a post, please take a look at the seniors." Xue Han immediately checked the yin and confirmed that it was correct. Then he said to the young man, "The post is correct." Come back to the city with me. ”

"Thank you seniors, I didn't ask my seniors for their names."

"Snow Heart Gate, Snow Cold."

"I've seen the seniors in the snow, and the juniors 。。。。。。"

"Lock it up." Before the young man finished speaking, Xue Han had already ordered the lock to be locked, and he turned around and left randomly. The two disciples moved in response, and they didn't know what mechanism they pressed, but they saw the iron rope slowly descending into the cliff, and after a while, they couldn't find him again. The young man smiled dumbly, and no longer spoke, silently following behind Xue Han, and couldn't help but think in his heart: This Xuexinmen occupies all the geographical advantages, if you make up your mind to close the door, even if there are outsiders to attack, I am afraid that it will be sad to this moat, it is really easy to defend and difficult to attack!

Perhaps, this is also the reason why the Snow Heart Gate continues to be inherited.

Here, Xue Han led the group back to the city, silent along the way, and secretly thought in his heart: This young man is really good, there are really many talents in this river and lake, and there will never be a shortage of masters. I don't know if this time the mountain gate is wide open and the feast is a blessing or a curse.

As the figure of Xue Han and his party disappeared into the mountain, the sky slowly darkened.