In the cold white shijie, a swaying figure walked wildly. In the wind and snow, he was lonely, very depressed.

The figure was thin, and in the cold wind, his body seemed to be like a fluttering leaf, as if a breeze could blow it away. The bloodstained face, without the slightest expression, was deeply sunk in the pupils in the sockets, dry and terrible, if he hadn't walked around in this wind and snow, I am afraid that everyone would have thought that this was a dead man.

Dead person.

There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart.

The disappearance of the sword elder, Qingyang only felt that shijie was upside down, even if he used the evil eye zaijian once, he still couldn't save the sword elder, and the only possibility was the three words of the sword elder zuihou: divine blood.

Divine blood?

Qingyang didn't know, he didn't know anything in front of him. Wang Qi dissipated, all in the body, the courage is buried deep in the source of the spirit, without Jian Lao, what is this Liliang going to do? All this is brought by Jian Lao, now that Jian Lao is gone, then this Liliang is not good.

Man, that's probably what kind of animal it is. When you have it, you take it for granted, but when you lose it, you regret it. Everything is in an irreversible whirlpool, spinning, spinning, fragmenting.

These are about life.

People are born short, for liliang, for wealth, for whatever they want, they keep looking for it, but they forget it, in fact, the most beautiful haode thing has been around from the beginning, but this is often not found until it is lost. Such a discovery only adds to the regret.

Qingyang is like this, walking without a mind, he doesn't know that Weishenme is leaving, but he can feel the sad pain in his heart, only walking, walking, walking, can he forget everything.

Along the way, Qingyang has dragged out a long trace on the snow, the traces are of different severity, like a heartache on Qingyang's heart, but, how can this wound be healed?

As the saying goes, the wind and snow wash the heart. However, the snow is falling all over the sky now, which only adds to the chill. Snowflakes fell like goose feathers, covering all Qingyang's hair without the slightest sympathy. Qingyang felt so cold and cold, but he didn't want to use his royal qi or courage anymore, just be cold, no matter how cold he was, he could still be colder than the desolation when Jian Lao left?

His lips trembled from the cold, and he could only vaguely hear him seemingly shouting the name of the old man, but the voice was already hoarse and almost inaudible, the wind and snow were howling, and no one heard this trembling cry, not even himself, he could hardly hear it.

There is a blur in front of him, Qingyang's consciousness has gradually been lost, he has no heart, just like the walking dead, what is the meaning of living in this world? If he can choose, Qingyang may never choose the road of cultivating the king again, he would rather not meet Jian Lao, he would rather not take any road to cultivate the king, this road, how sad it is, this road, causing Jian Lao to pass away so desolately, all of this is his fault. Qingyang's heart is dripping blood, what is the way of cultivating the king, what is the way of courage, what is the six paths, they are all vain. If you lose your loved ones, what else will this liliang do?

He just wanted to walk and walk, walk aimlessly, to the end of his life.

A ride to the mountains, a ride to the water. The snow sky tower is high in the sky and the soul is broken, the wind is bleak, the snow is whining, who can understand the chill?

The wind is changing, and the snow is changing. If the Tao is ruthless, what is the Tao, the sky is firm, the earth is vast, and the heart is cold like frost.

Keep walking, just keep walking, don't stop, don't stop, go to the other side, go to the Nai He Bridge, go to the Centrifugal Lake, even if I only see you, I have to go.

Qingyang no longer has any thoughts in his heart, a thought, go.

In the wind and snow, Qingyang's figure gradually blurred, slowly disappearing into the death prison forest.

Out of the Death Prison Forest, in the direction of the departure from Leijia Village, go, desperately go, even if you are purple and trembling, even if your tears are ice marks, go, just go!

For a long time, on a snowy field, Qingyang pulled his face with difficulty, he smiled, and finally fell.

boom

Snowflakes splashed, and no one cared

Since the heavy snowfall broke out yesterday, the people in the village have not gone into the mountains to hunt. And Ha Xue is naughty, he has never seen such a big snow when he grows so big, if he doesn't have a good time, how can he be worthy of himself?

Ha Xue wore a thick fur coat, which Uncle Ha finally got by hunting a fox, but Ha Xue's mother knitted it all into a fur and gave it to her most beloved daughter.

"Huhu, fortunately, my mother gave me a coat, it's so warm. Ha Xue rubbed her hands, constantly had to breathe hot on her hands, this snow was very strange, and there was a desolate smell of the world in the strange, Uncle Ha advised her not to go far, and go home after playing for a while.

"What a big snow, God, why is it snowing so heavily in your Weishenme?" Ha Xue is only eleven years old this year, but she is naturally beautiful and delicate, even if she is wrapped in heavy clothes, she can still see that she is a lively and cute little girl.

The little girl's mind is very simple, she loves to ask weishenme about everything, but many times, many things are without weishenme.

Suddenly, Ha Xue stopped, she rubbed her eyes, she seemed to see a person lying on the snow, could it be a mistake? Ha Xue calmed down, stared wide-eyed, and was really lying there alone!

"This man is really playful, and he is still lying on the snow on such a cold day. Ha Xue wrinkled her delicate nose and pretended to be an adult.

"Hey, what are you doing lying there, hurry up, or it won't be good to get caught in the cold!" Ha Xue was kind in her heart, thought about it, or reminded the playful person, and immediately said to the man.

It's just that the man didn't seem to hear it, he didn't react at all, he was still like that, motionless, lying there.

The snowflakes continue to whine, and I don't know how long it will take for this snow?

Ha Xue pondered for a moment, and then slowly approached the man, cautiously.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Still no response.

This time, Ha Xue is completely angry, how can anyone be greedy to play like this? This is going to let Uncle Ha know, but he will be spanked!

Ha Xue was brave and came to the front of the man, Ha Xue gently brushed away the heavy snow that covered her face, and then a haggard and withered face with blood stains reflected in her watery eyes.

"Ahh

Ha Xue was startled, it turned out that this person was not playful, could it be dead?

Thinking of this, Ha Xue was a little scared, Uncle Ha said that the dead man is the most terrible, will he eat me?

However, Ha Xue looked at it, but she was puzzled in her heart, did the dead man look so beautiful and good-looking?

Although this person has a withered face, he has a unique temperament, but it is a little bleak.

Ha Xue was a little sad, what's wrong with him? Weishenme could be like this? Could it be that he was attacked by a wild beast? Thinking of this, Ha Xue immediately stood up, and immediately took out an ocarina, and a graceful but quiet flute sound slowly sounded with snowflakes.

It was the ocarina that Uncle Ha gave her, and it was the only token between the two.

(p: The second update, tonight's linear algebra is like a ghost, the N-level ranks are so difficult to understand!) Finish this chapter hard, tired. However, it probably satisfies me, this chapter, a little bit of sadness that is difficult to wash away the scars of the wind and snow, go, go, where should Qingyang go, these are all questions. In the later article, there is not too much fighting, I want to be quiet for a while, and I think Qingyang also wants to be quiet. ）