The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

It was like taking revenge on the people who had dispersed it.

The old man carrying two baskets of charcoal went up the mountain briskly.

The ancient gray lily hat is hidden under the pure white snow, and it looks like a moving snowman from a distance.

The old man's surname is Wu, and his single name is a Ning character.

Speaking of which, he has been in the charcoal industry for more than 50 years.

Fortunately, the immortals of the disciple courtyard were merciful and had passed on some simple light skills to him.

Although he has only learned a little, he can cope with the steps of the mountains.

It's just that as soon as this age comes up, it can't withstand the wear and tear of the years, and the memory and body begin to decline.

In fact, at his age, it is time to retire and retire.

At the age of sixty-three, he is no longer worthy of the inheritance of his ancestors.

Today he came to greet the immortals in the courtyard, preparing to let his son replace him.

Just thinking about it.

In the wind and snow ahead, the courtyard began to show its outline.

"Huh? How did the name of the Immortal Courtyard change? ”

The old man is illiterate, but he knows everything here.

In his mind, the words on the door plaque have changed, which means that there is a new owner here.

His knocking hand hesitated in mid-air, and the smile on his face stiffened.

He had also seen the vision on the mountain, and at that time, he only felt that the fairy mountain was a little noisy recently.

But he really didn't expect that this kind of influence would affect him, a little person.

If he recklessly knocked on the door, would he disturb the peace of the newcomer?

If the new immortal is merciful, it will be enough, and the most important thing will be to avoid his livelihood of charcoal.

If the immortal is irritable and angry, then he and his family may not be enough to fill the pit of anger.

In the cold, the lily hat became thicker.

The old man was still hesitating to knock on the door, but the door creaked open from the inside.

"Old Wu Tou, how long have you been standing outside, why don't you knock on the door."

The old man immediately bent down, not daring to look at the immortals behind the door.

"Back to the immortals, I just arrived not long ago, I ......"

As he spoke, the old man was momentarily stunned.

Why was the young man's voice so familiar, he seemed to have heard it before.

He looked up slowly in surprise and saw the two wheels of a machine chair.

Then there was an extraordinary pair of dark red soap boots, and further up, there was an indescribably expensive dragon pattern jade belt wrapped around the waist.

Then, it was the one who was as deep as the night and knew the black clothes.

The clothes of this body made the old man almost fall to his knees,

But Su Changsheng raised his hand to support him.

Then.

The old man's gaze finally fell on Su Changsheng's face.

The white horse has passed through the gap, and the time has not changed.

This son of a bitch's time seems to have played a big joke on him.

The two on the other side of the time were both vigorous young men, but the circumstances of the two sides were very different.

That day.

His father carried him to see the way, and he was as relaxed as ever, but he was tired and panting.

Wiping his sweat, he sat on the ground and saw the young man who opened the door.

The young man was so good-looking, and that smile seemed to be imprinted in his heart.

Later, he got married and started a business and traveled for half his life.

It's just that the door is open and closed, and he has never seen that good-looking boy again.

Later, time took away his parents and took away his health.

Even, in the end, his impression of the boy was blurred.

But the world makes people.

He actually saw that good-looking boy again today.

Time seems to love him alone, and is reluctant to leave half a trace on him.

Yes, such a good-looking boy, even if he is time, he is reluctant to touch him.

"It's you."

Su Changsheng, under the oil-paper umbrella, showed a heartfelt smile: "We shouldn't have seen each other for more than fifty years, you were only a little bit at that time, and you praised me for being good-looking when you saw me." ”

Old man Wu also let out a loud laugh, as if he was about to laugh out of his previous depression, and as if he was covering up the childish words of his childhood.

"Fang Yuan, it's time to collect charcoal!"

Hearing this, Fang Yuan ran out and crashed head-on into the goose feather snow.

"Hmm, it's snowing."

The Red Blood Demon Slashing Knife shook around his waist, and Fang Yuan came to the door bathed in heavy snow.

He didn't open the talent map, but enjoyed the first snow after awakening.

"A bag of silver."

Wu Laoweng's eyes were complicated when he took the silver.

In this energetic young man, he actually saw the shadow of Su Changsheng.

"This is my apprentice Fang Yuan, he should be the one who will collect charcoal in the past few years."

Fang Yuan easily picked up two baskets of charcoal and returned to the courtyard and fell, and returned the basket to the old man.

"Immortal, next time, can you bring a dog to recognize the way?"

"Yes."

Inheritance is passed down from generation to generation.

From the old man who picks charcoal, to the inheritance of the master.

Passed down from generation to generation, from generation to generation, it has a long history.

Without retaining or giving too much convenience, Su Changsheng watched the old man bend over and walk away, as if he was looking at another self.

The white tender little hand stretched out the umbrella and took the three snowflakes.

There are no two identical flowers in the world, but there are similar people everywhere.

"Zhengyuan, let's go, let's go to Yingzhu Immortal Peak first."

Su Changsheng wanted to go to Gusu Immortal Peak, and he also believed that Changbai Yi would welcome him very well and be happy to help him.

But this will undoubtedly make Hua Shenyue angry, so why rush it?

"Senior Su, Xiaoba's body is too weak, so I'll take you out to wave."

Zilang ran out in the snow.

He is tall and strong, as if he wants to squeeze all the goose feathers and snow aside.

Fang Yuan decisively dodged and washed off the charcoal ash on his hands with snow by the way.

Zheng Yuan let go lightly, and there was a refreshing feeling from the place where he had been beaten by Zilang, but this feeling could no longer arouse his interest.

Because.

The place in his heart under his clothes, which had been scratched with blood.

Su Changsheng walked into his heart for the second time and planted the glowing grass in the glimmer of enlightenment.

Also from that moment.

Even though he knew that darkness was the background color of his soul, he still coveted the burning of light like a moth to a fire.

The burning pain from the soul is not life, and it is more direct than scraping bones to heal wounds.

He could even feel an angry rage.

But that's why he's even more excited.

The pain in the flesh is as short as the little of men and women, and it tastes a little spiritual comfort.

But the anger of the soul and the pain of growing grass in the heart are different, it is a positive feeling that lasts for a long time and is beneficial to him.

Every time he walks into his heart, he can bring a different sense of coolness.

Sure enough, Su's predecessors are different.

Zilang practiced a golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, and his arm strength was amazing.

When pushing the machine chair, even when he was going down the steps, it ensured that Su Changsheng did not have any bumps.

Zhengyuan caught up with the two with an umbrella, he practiced supernatural light skills, and the umbrella was just right.

Fang Yuan looked at the distant backs of the three of them and scratched his head.

The three of them were walking too fast to catch up with him.

But in the snow, he always had a feeling that he was part of the talent map.

"Try practicing the sword."

As soon as the inspiration came up, Fang Yuan didn't care about being at the gate of the courtyard, and directly ran the Cold Bone Quenching Spell and began to draw his sword and practice martial arts.

The bloody knife is out of the sheath and walks in the snow.

Cold tide jade bones, defend the Yuan map.

It didn't take long for a group of people to go up the mountain in the face of the wind and snow.

The person at the head is none other than Wan Tianmu, the second-in-command of Wanmu Forest.

Wan Tianmu saw the cold shadow of the sword light from a distance.

He didn't care.

After all, he came to apologize, not to fight.

On the contrary, Su Changsheng, who asked his disciples to support the scene at the door, seemed a little weak and angry.

But as he approached the disciple's courtyard, he felt more and more that something was wrong.

The young man who danced the knife gradually got better, and the surging spiritual power set off a raging tide.

Wan Tianmu's pupils shrank.

He said that this disciple's miscellaneous courtyard looked awkward.

After looking carefully for a while, he saw two words on the door plaque: Tianjiao.

If it weren't for Su Changsheng's golden seal, he would have shown a shocking sword.

If it weren't for Luo Shuixian, who was suspected of being Su Changsheng's backstage, it would be difficult to provoke.

He is dignified and the second-in-command of Lin does not have to come here to apologize in person.

It was supposed to be his father.

It's just that his father was so injured that he probably won't be able to get out of bed for half a month.

But.

When he thought that Su Changsheng's awakening talent map was a special case.

The other party actually gave him another surprise.

Directly invite another Tianjiao town field of the awakening talent map.

This is not a small family at all, this is really full of confidence!

That's when it happened.

Niu Xiaoqi ran out in a hurry.

He couldn't be idle, but he was competitive and strong.

In addition, he wants to go down the mountain tomorrow to take revenge, so he also wants to verify the strength of his reflection realm.

"Phew! Brother Jiu, eat me with a punch! ”

The blue butterfly picture of the dream is reflected in the wind and snow.

A touch of blue flew out of the picture scroll and merged into Niu Xiaoqi's fist print.

That punch broke through the wind and snow and hit Fang Yuan in the wind and snow.

"It's a good time, junior brother, let you see the combat skills that senior brother has just comprehended."

Fang Yuan put the knife into the sheath with a smile on his face.

The cold wave behind him engulfed the whole body.

Then, a piercing scimitar broke through the wind and waves and swept out, enveloping the general trend towards Niu Xiaoqi.

Swords and fists collided, and waves of air swept over the rich snow tide.

For a time, the sky and the earth were silent, only the snow was flying.