Now it is the cold winter season, there has just been a heavy snow on Oolong Mountain, the sky is gloomy, the fog is deep, and the peaks are misty.

Liu Xiaolou got up and put away the array, and the spiritual eye in the stone crack immediately closed, cutting off the source of the spiritual energy that spread in all directions, and in a short time, the spiritual power on the top of the Qianzhu Ridge dissipated.

Floating down from the peak, he received a gourd of honey from the golden-ring honeycomb on the cliff wall, which could be used as a meal for his own long journey.

In the past two years, the honeycomb has grown again, and the peak has been hundreds, and a wild flower garden of three or four acres in size has grown on the edge of the bamboo forest under the cliff, which is the seeds brought back by the bee from afar, and grows on its own.

There are more than ten kinds of flowers in the garden, Liu Xiaolou only recognizes half of them, and three of them insist on blooming undefeated in this winter snowy day, and he doesn't recognize any of them. Smelling its aroma is elegant, and it faintly contains spiritual power, which should also be nourished by the spiritual power that escapes from the peak.

one is like a plum, but purple;

One is long and thin, like a willow leaf;

There is also a kind of solitary branch blooming, the flower is like a plate, every day chasing the rise and fall of the sun and turning, to the cloudy day will close into a bud, quite magical.

This time, I also planned to check the origin of these three wildflowers to see if they were available.

The small courtyard was even more dilapidated, and Liu Xiaolou didn't dare to repair it, so after a little look in front of the courtyard, he went straight down the mountain.

On the side of the mountain road, a three-foot-tall wild vine climbed inconspicuously on a dead tree, only Liu Xiaolou knew that this dead tree was originally a camphor that had grown for more than ten years.

Liu Xiaolou bent down to take a closer look at the wild vine, stretched out his fingers to caress the past, and a few rattans danced, swinging gently towards his fingers, enjoying Liu Xiaolou's touch.

Suddenly, these rattans flashed from Liu Xiaolou's fingers, and appeared three steps away in the blink of an eye, entangled a wild mouse that came out of nowhere, and firmly bound it.

Only Liu Xiaolou could "see" that the fine fluff on the rattan had pierced under the skin of the wild mice.

The wild mouse squeaked for a while, then lost the strength to struggle, and gradually passed out. In the following month, it will be sucked dry by this juvenile fig, and it will become the blood food of the fig.

Straighten up, walk down the mountain, walk on the remote path, and soon reach the bottom of the mountain, and you can see the smoke curling from the village below the mountain in the distance.

Liu Xiaolou stopped for a moment, but decided not to walk around the village for the time being, and also not to meet Tian Bo for the time being, bypassed the corner of the mountain, and went west.

As usual, it is through Wuling Mountain, although this mountain is dangerous, it is always the best way to hide your whereabouts.

In the evening, the already gloomy sky became darker and darker, and Liu Xiaolou found a small cave where he had stayed overnight before. The night road of Wuling Mountain is not easy to walk, and it is still necessary to be cautious when walking together, and when you are alone, it is better not to move.

In the middle of the night, the sky seemed to be lit up, and the clouds glowed white, but the snow was floating in the mountains.

At first, the snow was shining, little by little, and in the second half of the night, it became a goose-feather snow, and a thick layer was accumulated on the ground.

This kind of heavy snow is the only one Liu Xiaolou has seen in his life, which makes him childlike and can't help but walk out of the cave and step on the thick snow.

Squeaking and squeaking was enjoying it, there was a slight sound in the woods, Liu Xiaolou turned around and looked, and saw a figure rushing from the forest, and when he saw Liu Xiaolou, he stopped suddenly.

The person who came was dressed in black, with a graceful figure and a high nose, and was a heroic woman, with some familiarity between her eyebrows. From the body method that came from her hurry, she couldn't judge the level of cultivation for a while, but Liu Xiaolou felt that it seemed to be not lower than herself.

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After looking at each other and looking at it twice, Liu Xiaolou finally recognized that this woman was the female cultivator who was sheltering from the rain when she passed through Detam Mountain a few years ago, and at that time she also mistook herself for Jing Zhao and almost made a move.

I didn't expect that after many years, I actually met again in this Wuling Mountain, when she looked like she was in her thirties, and now she looks at it, there is almost no change in age.

The other party was stunned at first, then relieved, then puzzled, and frowned: "It's you?" ”

Liu Xiaolou arched his hand: "This senior, what a coincidence." ”

The woman's eyes stared at Liu Xiaolou, her body swayed, she blinked to the cave, and shouted in a low voice: "Retreat away!" ”

Liu Xiaolou took two steps back.

The woman backwards into the cave.

This cave is not deep, it is more similar to a mountain col, the entrance of the cave is open, but the depth is less than two zhang, and it can be seen clearly at a glance.

I saw that the woman raised her hand and flew out a little white light, turned into an Emei thorn, and pointed at Liu Xiaolou obliquely: "You go!" ”

Liu Xiaolou was shocked, the Xuan Zhensuo on his arm retracted, and took a few steps back.

This woman is really a master of foundation building, she is invincible, and the strongest weapon Xuan Zhensuo is of no use against her.

But the matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more, Liu Xiaolou continued to retreat, and his body disappeared into the heavy snow.

After the woman waited for Liu Xiaolou to leave, she flew around the Emei thorn, stabbed it on the wall of a certain cave and turned around, and then dug out a burden. She shook off the burden, dropped a bunch of objects from the baggage, she squatted down and hurriedly felt out a pill bottle inside, poured a few elixirs in the bottle into her mouth, and then couldn't support it anymore, and sat on the spot in the hole, trying to breathe.

After breathing a few breaths, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining the snow at the entrance of the cave with a patch of crimson, and his body fell crookedly.

She struggled to sit up again, regained her sitting position, reached out and grabbed a handful of dirt from her feet, and covered the red-stained snow at the entrance of the cave, and before long it was covered by the falling snowflakes again.

I don't know when, another figure appeared in the heavy snow, it was Liu Xiaolou who went and returned. He saw that the woman in the cave was sitting and pranayama, staring at him with a pair of eyes, and muttering a panicked explanation: "I thought my predecessor was gone, I'm sorry."

As he explained, he retreated and left, once again submerging in the snow.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and continued to breathe, sending the elixir power to the wound.

Not long after pranayama, Liu Xiaolou came out of the heavy snow again, bowed down and said: "Senior, the snow is too big, the younger generation really doesn't dare to walk alone, can you let the younger generation rest here for a while, and wait for the snow to stop before leaving?" The seniors can rest assured, the juniors don't go in, it's at the entrance of the cave"

Before he finished speaking, a bit of white light flew out of the hole, turned into an Emei thorn in the blink of an eye, and shot towards Liu Xiaolou.

This time, Liu Xiaolou had nothing to say, and fled here as if flying, and the Emei stab shot through several big trees behind him, and was finally blocked by a dirt slope and did not chase after him.

It doesn't look like he's hurt too much!

Liu Xiaolou shook the snowflakes on his hair, spat on it, and secretly said "bad luck", and sped up his pace to escape from here.

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