The hulu is gone.

Chen He was still there munching on his dried radish.

It's just two pieces of dried radish, how can it be enough?

Chen He kept glancing at the piece of meat beside him while roasting the fire.

That's a good point, cutting meat to feed eagles is called mercy, so what's wrong with cutting meat and feeding people?

Chen He swallowed his saliva and shook his head violently.

How can this be?

Chen He was in a difficult situation.

The dried radish has been gnawed.

The night is still long.

The wind and snow will not stop.

Chen He sat silently by the fire.

Who knows when he'll meet the next village?

Chen He unconsciously moved over there, raised his hand and wiped it on his chest, his eyes glancing around.

It's just that just as he was about to stretch out his hand, Lin Zi suddenly moved.

Chen He's eyes lit up, he pulled out the broken sword beside him and threw it straight there.

When I walked over, I saw that a rabbit had just been cut through it and pinned into the snow.

......

November on Earth.

Luming Snow Pass.

The big monk in a white robe and tattered sat on the pass, his face almost as white as snow.

But it has an extremely bright red color.

In his heart, there was also a very hideous sword wound that almost cut off his entire body.

Qingjiao's face was as pale as paper, and he recalled the sword, looking at the Qingtuan sword, which was already like an iron rod, and was infinitely silent.

She probably never thought that the sword that was cultivated by the original sword also had a day when the blade was smoothed and blunt to the point that it could no longer be blunt.

The blue sea in the snow in the distance is far less vast than it was at the beginning.

But.

Qingjiao looked at the corpses of the Taoists beside him in silence.

But the people of Shanhe Guan have almost died in battle.

They destroyed nearly 130,000 green armors, which made this Luming Snow Pass last until now.

Gu Wenzhi, who was supposed to be a scholar, was like a demon at the moment, with a hot blood color, standing under that pass.

Perhaps at the end of November, the 400,000 secular army from Luming will rush to Xueguan to cut off Qingjia's supply line from the rear.

It's just obvious.

This Luming Snow Pass will not last until the end of November.

After Master Jiaolu turned away the sword, he was seriously injured, and then the Taoists of the Mountains and Rivers Temple stayed on the pass almost all day.

It's just that manpower will eventually run out sometimes.

"Let's go."

The great monk sang a Buddha horn, and turned his head to look at the sword cultivation of the East China Sea, which had already been exhausted many times by the Shenhai Sea on the side, and even the sword was blunt, let alone people?

Probably the only sharp.

It's the kind of sword intent that no longer cares about whether it's fame or profit, and just wants to cut off this piece of wind and snow.

Qingjiao's face was pale, but Hengjian chuckled.

The master laughed. The view of mountains and rivers has not retreated, the master has not retreated, and even the army of the world who came to the aid of Huai'an has not retreated, and the green pepper has not yet entered the sea of blood, so he retreated, how does the master want the world to look at me? What do you think of the name of Sword Cultivation in the East China Sea? ”

Master Jiaolu sighed.

"There's no point, Lu Ming can't hold it, naturally he can go one, it's one."

Green Pepper fell silent.

I have to admit that what Master Jiaolu said is extremely correct.

Master Jiaolu didn't want to give her any more chance to argue, so he stood up above the pass, folded his hands, and sang a Buddha horn.

Between the rolling of clothes, in the blue-red wind and snow battlefield, there were many Taoists who were blown back to the pass like fallen leaves.

Gu Wenzhi was swept back to the pass by the great monk, turned his head to look at him and asked, "Gu still has the strength to fight, what does the master mean." ”

Master Jiaolu just said calmly: "The view of mountains and rivers has done its best, and the general trend is like this, so naturally there is no need to stick to it." ”

Gu Wenzhi said in a deep voice: "Then do you just let the 300,000 Qingjia cross the mountains and rivers and take Huaidu directly?" ”

Master Banana Deer calmly walked towards the wind and snow.

"This is the business of a poor monk."

Gu Wenzhi wanted to catch up with Master Jiaolu's figure, but he was affected by the injuries on his body, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the Green Pepper Imperial Sword stopped this Taoist.

Master Jiaolu didn't know what he thought, and suddenly turned around, looked at Gu Wenzhi and said softly, "Can Gu Zhenren promise the poor monk one thing?" ”

Gu Wenzhi stood there gasping, silent for a while, and said slowly: "What's the matter?" ”

Master Jiaolu smiled slightly.

"After a real person becomes a viewer, he must remember that he said that he wanted to seek peace for the world."

Gu Wenzhi stood there stunned.

It seems to remember that one night, I and the Taoist surnamed Bai sat in front of the main hall on the top of the mountain and the river, and said in high spirits, Wait for me Gu Wenzhi to be the master.....

The great monk really knows how to communicate with each other.

The young Taoist looked back in a daze.

Those Taoists who were blown back to the pass like fallen leaves are actually not many anymore.

He seemed to understand why Master Jiaolu wanted to drive them, the few remaining Taoists, back to the view of mountains and rivers at this time.

Rather than handing over such a Taoist temple to someone who doesn't know what kind of person it will be in the future.

It's better to leave this scholar and Taoist.

Gu Wenzhi was silent for a long time.

Finally, he didn't say anything more, and looked back at the woman in red above the pass.

"Let's go."

Under the pass, there are white-clothed monks who have not entered the wind and snow, and thousands of Buddha sounds are in the sky.

This is the sound of sitting.

The matter in the southwest of Huai'an, whether it is the view of mountains and rivers or the great monk, has naturally done its best.

The last time the great monk shone with the light of the Buddha, it was good to stop the remaining green armor or not.

Everything can only depend on Huai'an himself.

The only dozen or so remaining Taoists stood on the pass, performing Buddhist salutes in the wind and snow, and then turned around and dragged their remnants away in the wind and snow.

The green peppers were left at the back.

Gu Wenzhi looked back at the East China Sea Sword Cultivator who was still standing on the pass and looking at the corpses of the Dao people all over the place.

"Aren't you leaving?"

Green Pepper looked at it for a long time and sighed.

"Of course."

The two went down the mountain side by side, and after climbing over many snowy mountains, the woman in red stopped in the town.

Gu Wenzhi walked for a long time, only to find that Qingjiao did not follow, and when he looked back, the woman was looking at a rice shop on the side of the street.

"What do you do?"

Gu Wenzhi was a little puzzled.

Qingjiao was silent for a long time, and said softly: "There shouldn't be much rice in the view, I'll buy some rice and go back." ”

Gu Wenzhi didn't say anything more, just nodded, then turned around, dragged his body full of scars and blood, and walked up the mountain.

With a sword on his back, Qing Jiao stood there talking to the shopkeeper of the rice shop.

"How much?"

"Two buckets.... Four buckets. ”

"Okay."

Although the people in the town had heard about the war in the southwest, they did not pay attention to it.

After all, they never thought that Shanheguan would lose.

Qingjiao waited quietly, but suddenly heard a very weak and emotional voice.

"You've finished eating the rice in the temple?"

Green Pepper was stunned.

Turning around, a pale Taoist was leaning against the door with a stick he didn't know where to pick up, squinting at himself.

The eyes of the Taoist are not very good.

It's just that the view of mountains and rivers doesn't have green mountains to show him.

It's November.

It's been snowing a few times, too.

It's white everywhere and it's very clean.