Chapter 159 A Strange Snow

As Qianxue said, her mother died in less than three days, and the silver ticket Chu Fan took came in handy, looking at her crying face, for some reason, Chu Fan's heart was so unbearable.

The smile gradually disappeared on her face, replaced by sadness, and sometimes in the middle of the night, Chu Fan could hear the heartbroken cry, and his heart was extremely painful.

This kind of feeling is something Chu Fan has never had, in his life, there has never been a person who has given him a sense of softness and hope, but the first time he saw Qianxue, he had this feeling.

At that time, he was confused and couldn't see the road ahead, but when he saw Qianxue who was selling steamed buns, he seemed to see a spark, although it was not bright, but it also illuminated the way forward for him.

In this town of ten thousand beasts, which is not prosperous, in this calm, time is like flowing water, the mortal world is so ordinary, there is no cruel killing among monks, Chu Fan enjoys this feeling very much.

Or maybe his heart yearns for the ordinary, but he knows very well in his heart that the ordinary will not last long, and he must return to killing, because this sky does not allow him to be ordinary.

Moreover, because under the sky, there are still people or things he cherishes, and he wants to protect them, to make them real, and to destroy the falsehood.

"In this life, the love of the sky is the road, and the vast sea is endless." It was snowing outside the house as always, and inside the house, Chu Fan sat by the brazier, looked up at the flying snow outside the house, took a sip of wine, and shot two fire-like lights in his eyes.

In the past three years, Qianxue has still sold steamed buns, brought him wine and food for three meals a day, very punctual, looking at the gradually bewitching figure, her heart seems to be plucked one by one, not much, but very true.

Putting down the wine jug and taking the half-zhang long cold ice from the side, Chu Fan began to continue carving, this is a piece of ice that he has cast a spell and will not melt.

It's not so much ice as a weapon, an unfinished weapon, and for three years, he has learned to be alone, using the cold ice condensed here to carve weapons with his own hands.

The mortal iron that was originally hung on the wall has long been replaced by him, and they are all ice weapons that emit crystal light, and the reputation of the weapon store is also getting louder and louder because of these ice weapons, and now, even some monks will make a special trip to buy them.

It's strange to say, he just carves weapons as he likes, but the carved ice weapon will become very spiritual overnight, like a spirit weapon, and it doesn't emit any fluctuations.

And the people who come to buy the ice utensils are not they who buy them, but the many ice vessels hanging on the wall are chosen by themselves, and if there is a suitable person, they will fly down the wall and fall into the hands of this person.

Some people come empty-handed, full of loads, some people come empty-handed, empty-handed, the ice has a spirit, Chu Fan has been thinking for a long time, but he can't understand it.

A weapon, a piece of gold, whether it is a mortal or a monk, everyone is happy, gold, is not a rare thing, used in exchange for such a weapon, why not.

At this moment, the ice carving in Chu Fan's hand was completed, it was a sword with crystal light, shining brightly, and it looked holy.

Carving weapons is very simple for him, the important thing is the next pattern to be carved, on each ice weapon, the texture is different, because what he carved is not only the pattern, but also the Tao that exists between heaven and earth.

Use the energy of the Tao body to condense the Tao in the heart, send it in the hand, and engrave it on the ice, so as to understand the ten thousand ways and understand one's own heart, which is a kind of cultivation and heart refining.

Picking up the wine jug on the small table, and finding that there was no wine, Chu Fan raised his head and whispered: "This girl, what are you doing today, you can't even forget the time, it's already past lunch time." ”

On weekdays, at this time period, Qianxue had already sent wine and food, but she didn't come today, which couldn't help but make Chu Fan feel a little puzzled, he put down the cold ice, got up and walked out of the store.

If you are in Nebula City, such a month is already the time of spring flowers, but the sky of Ten Thousand Beasts Town is shrouded in vast white snow, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the pedestrians on the street have returned to their homes, unwilling to go out in such a heavy snow.

Walking outside, Chu Fan gently covered the door of the store, with his cultivation, he shouldn't feel cold, but for some reason, when he went out today, he actually felt the cold wind blowing on his face, and his breath was cold.

The snow is indeed very large, so big that it is a little difficult to walk, and if you are a mortal, I am afraid that you will not even be able to see objects two feet away.

"This girl is really, she wants money and doesn't want to die, it snows so much, and she still runs a bun shop." Looking up, the sky was full of snowflakes, and Chu Fan took steps in a low voice.

Walking to the front of the steamed bun shop, Chu Fan frowned slightly, the surface of the steamer had already been covered with a thick layer of snow, the fire had been extinguished, and the buns in it were even cooler, but there was no figure of Qianxue.

Suddenly, a touch of panic flashed in his heart, and he suddenly felt bad in his heart, and he had an indescribable feeling, with his wisdom, if he couldn't guess that something happened to Qianxue, then he would really be a strong man in vain.

Without entering the house, he already knew that Qianxue was not there, and looking at the situation of the bun shop, when Qianxue left, he didn't even close the shop, and he didn't even say hello to his uncle.

Then there is only one possibility, she did not leave by herself, but was forcibly taken away.

"Flowing Dreams!"

The two words came out of Chu Fan's mouth, and the flying snowflakes stopped falling, and the snow on the entire street seemed to stop, frozen in mid-air.

The art of flowing dreams, with the ability to reverse dreams, can make the years reverse, reproduce what happened, time seems to stop, the surrounding space overlaps, and begins to be a little blurry.

The snow on the ground rose into the sky, and the snow in mid-air changed from falling to rising, and scenes reappeared in front of Chu Fan's eyes.

The more he looked at it, Chu Fan's eyes showed a look that he hadn't seen for a long time, and his expression was cold, this was the first time in three years that he wanted to kill someone like this.

All around, although the ground was also covered with snow, the sky had not yet fallen snowflakes, and there were still pedestrians on the streets, but it didn't take long for the snow to fall, and the pedestrians gradually decreased, until there were no more pedestrians on the street, Qianxue walked out of the store with a smile on her face, as if she was going to pack up her things and prepare to close.

But at this moment, a hunchbacked old man suddenly appeared behind Qianxue, without any words, grabbed Qianxue and stepped away.

In the air, Qianxue was grabbed by the hunchbacked old man, she turned her head and looked at the weapons shop where Chu Fan was, wanting to shout, like saying goodbye, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn't shout out.

She didn't know the old man, she hadn't seen the old man, and she didn't know what the old man meant by arresting her, but at the critical moment, what she cared about the most was Chu Fan, the strange uncle.

She didn't know what her fate would be next, but when she was captured, she still wanted to say goodbye to Uncle Strange.

The Dream Flowing Technique ended, everything returned to normal, Chu Fan stood in the flying snow, the whole person exuded cold air, and a monstrous killing intent appeared in his eyes.

"This snow, it's not happening normally." Looking up at the sky, Chu Fan's eyes were very murderous, thick enough to be substantial, "Qianxue, strange uncle's Qianxue......"