Lin Xing's body had already answered.

He quickly injected spiritual power into the black robe, and the female corpse was put away in a hurry, and then he glanced at the iron corpse with great pity, and followed behind Qin Lan.

Walking out of the empty house of the Cast Iron Villa, the two came to Heyang Town, and there was a sudden noise in their ears.

The cold wind swept up the snow, shining in the morning sun, and the crying in Heyang City was everywhere, stretching into pieces, and there were corpses covered with white cloth in front of every house.

The husband of this family died, the wife of that family died, and more of the whole family froze to death together, and the bustling vendors of the past were all gone, and there were people in red robes, leading the crowd through the streets, saying these things in words.

"It's ...... them"

Lin Xing saw from a distance that Senior Brother Guo Fei of the Cast Iron Villa passed by him with a few familiar faces.

Lin Xing was a little stunned.

Looking back, Guo Fei with those familiar faces had turned into another street, and faintly the shouts of the people came, as if it was ......

"Have mercy on me, the red lotus descends from the sky."

Lin Xing repeated this sentence in his heart.

"People from the Red Lotus Sect."

As if sensing what Lin Xing was thinking, Qin Lan didn't look back and spoke.

Red Lotus Sect?

Lin Xing was still puzzled, but when he saw that Qin Lan didn't continue to speak, he didn't ask, he just looked at the red-robed people coming and going with a novel gaze.

The number of red-robed people in the city is increasing, and many people spontaneously join in, offering large sums of gold and silver, and even contributing their ancestral homes to serve as a dojo for those red-robed people, and they themselves also put on red robes and knelt on the ground.

They speak godly in words, seeking nothing but riches and peace.

In this way, Lin Xing followed Qin Lan all the way, and everyone along the way ignored the two of them.

Lin Xing was amazed by this scene.

He guessed that it was Qin Lan's means, and perhaps he also had the merit of wearing a half-cut silver mask.

Following behind Qin Lan, Lin Xing walked outside Heyang Town.

While walking, Lin Xing found that he was getting more and more relaxed, and gradually the wind was blowing under his feet, and the whole person flew off the ground and swept towards the front.

The two of them didn't know when they had already walked against the wind, everything around them was galloping, and Lin Xing's eyes were sprinkled.

But I saw that the small ant-like crowd on the ground was left far behind, and the thick snow-covered peaks were one after another, and the cold wind was blowing in the face.

Lin Xing used his spiritual power to resist the cold wind, and Qin Lan in front of him seemed to have a sense, and glanced back at him.

"The exercises of the five elements of the initiate?"

Qin Lan didn't want to spy on other people's cultivation techniques, but at this time, the aura of the two was one, and he naturally sensed it, so he was quite surprised.

"It's rare."

He smiled, making Lin Xing confused.

At this time, the snow peaks were also far away, and the surrounding cascading clouds and mist gathered and dispersed, Lin Xing reached out and fished a handful, and half of his palm was numb from the cold.

He was shocked and withdrew his hand.

After a night of heavy snowfall, the sky was blue without a trace of variegation, and through the clouds and mist on the mountains, the sky and the earth were even more vast.

Walking against the wind in the clear blue sky, leaving everything behind, at this moment, Lin Xing's heart was at peace, as if he had broken free from the earthly cage and was at ease.

Qin Lan flew with Lin Xing against the wind for about half an hour and landed on the cliff of a snowy peak.

Except for a few old pines piled up on this cliff, the rest of the stone walls were covered with snow, and Qin Lan stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands.

Lin Xing was a little soft-footed.

There was a whistling mountain wind in his ears, and the rolled snow particles crackled and hit his face, like a small knife, but Lin Xing no longer used his spiritual power to protect his cheeks.

Spiritual power should be used sparingly.

He had just experienced a lot of speed, and he was a little weak under his feet.

"Qin ...... Brother Qin, is this place? ”

Lin Xing asked puzzled.

He felt that if Qin Lan killed him to take the treasure, he didn't need to take him to such a far place, and Qin Lan brought him here for another purpose.

"I'm going to cross you."

Qin Lan's tone was very calm, and after he spoke, he turned his face sideways and glanced at Lin Xing, who didn't know what he should say for a while.

"Fang dies and lives, Fang lives and dies, the world is stupid, there is no liberation, in the reincarnation of the earthly world comes and goes, there will always be a day of dissipation, when the soul is destroyed, will not there be a negative grace of heaven and earth? Our monks should encourage themselves and practice diligently......"

Qin Lan's next words, Lin Xing heard them even more in a fog, he blinked his eyes, and quietly watched the white-clothed young man in front of him talk.

On Qin Lan's side face, there was no smile anymore, but it was extremely solemn, as if he was doing something extremely important, Lin Xing kept what Qin Lan said in his heart as much as possible, just like this, Lin Xing listened quietly, Qin Lan said in a low voice.

“…… Can Brother Lin understand? ”

After a long time, Qin Lan asked.

Lin Xing came back to his senses and looked away: "Little brother is stupid, he doesn't know much, it's better to ......"

He wanted Qin Lan to say it again, but just now he could look at Qin Lan's side face, which made him a little ashamed, and he looked down at his toes.

The cloud-stepping boots were more than half submerged in the snow, and the black boots were pestled in the snow, and the two colors were distinct.

Qin Lan glanced at Lin Xing strangely.

He could sense it from the beginning that his side face was being stared at all the time, which made him a little uncomfortable, and he simply swallowed the other words back.

"Brother Lin, what I just said, you go back and think about it, you and I will say goodbye today, if fate is not over, there will be a goodbye day."

Between the words, if there was nothing, Qin Lan felt it again, the gaze staring at his side face.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

This Brother Lin ......

Don't you have any special fetishes?

Thinking of this, Qin Lan threw off his robe, and a dusty bag arrived in Lin Xing's hand, Lin Xing looked down and saw that there was a lifelike crane embroidered on the dusty bag, he remembered Qin Lan's words, and then looked up but was stunned.

Qin Lan's figure had already turned into a wisp of breeze and left, leaving him standing stupidly on the cliff.

"This is a storage bag, with spiritual power."

A sentence came from the wind, it was Qin Lan's voice, but there was a little more disgust in the tone, Lin Xing scratched his head, and looked around in amazement.

He doesn't have any special habits, he just envies Qin Lan's skin on his face, which is so smooth and delicate, imagining that if he succeeds in cultivation in the future, can he make his mediocre appearance somewhat improved, and he also has a handsome face.

On the top of the snowy peak, there is nothing.

Looking around, there is no end in sight of the endless snow-colored mountains.

Lin Xing retracted his gaze, looked down at the storage bag in his hand, glanced at the cliff under his feet, and remembered an extremely practical question in his heart.

How do I go down......

This mountain peak because of the morning sun, the snow in many places has already melted, and then it is frozen into ice mounds by the cold air, and from a distance, the ice mounds on the bright surface are everywhere, and those buried under the snow do not know how many.

Lin Xing had no doubt that if he tried to climb down, he would only be killed by falling to death.

"Brother Qin won't pit me!"

Lin Xing told himself.

But recalling that Qin Lan's left, there was a somewhat disgusting transmission.

He wasn't sure.

The blood scab on his body ached faintly, and Lin Xing retreated to the old pine trees on the top of the cliff, cleared the snow, and then sat on the ground.

He looked at the dusty bag.

"Storage Bag ......"

Lin Xing injected spiritual power into it.