"I've told you many times, I'm dead and I'm dead, and the dead should be buried in the ground, and you shouldn't dig them out and disturb their sobriety. The skeleton was still folded with its hands folded, looking down at the viewer below. It is no exaggeration to say that the old man was like an ant in front of it, and he would be trampled into powder by it in an instant.

"I also hope that the ancestor will atone for his sins. With that, the old man knelt beside the skeleton's big toe, and the remaining nails on his feet shone against the night light of the woods. His kneeling stirred up a cloud of air, and the dandelion beside him, who was quietly enjoying the soothing of the night breeze, was instantly scattered by the turbulent air, and it didn't take long for him to disappear in the night wind's repatriation, leaving only a glimmer of light and extinction.

"My ancestor, my ancestor, if it weren't for the fact that my snow was getting weaker and weaker, I wouldn't have made this decision to disturb your sobriety. You are long, I guess you will not watch your disciples and grandchildren are about to perish and see death without help. At this moment the old man lay on the toes of the skeleton, and cried with a burst of pear and a shower of rain, and the tears flowed sideways, without reserve.

A long sigh from the sparse teeth of the skeleton made it feel overwhelmed.

"Tell me this since your grandfather's generation, I really don't know what you woke me up for five hundred years ago, how good it is to stay in the quiet life of the Snow God Residence, this out-of-this-world place, I have to start the idea of the Long Tooth Palace......," the skeleton said.

The watcher stood up, wiped away his snot and tears, and said with a choked voice: "Ancestor, although I am isolated from the world, on the yin side of the snow mountain, and have no contact with the Changya Palace on the south side of the mountain, but people have no foresight, they will be doomed. This kind of thing happened in your time, and it was recorded in the "Chronicles of the Snow Mountain...... You know that too. ”

"Ah......h

Everything is quiet, and after a burst of forest roar, the goose comes to the snow.

On the sleeping tree, there are a few clusters of shallow ice flowers that bloom in the snow, and the snow flakes grow on the crystal buds, and it will not be long before these flowers grow the size of the palm of a hand, and then a wisp of latent incense is sent to the depths of the night. The mottled bark of the cicadas completed the heavy mating task, because of the fatigue of the body, lying there motionless, a gust of wind blowing, some cicadas stretched out their claws to scratch the night wind, wings were stained by snow flakes a few times, and then retracted the action and lurked on the bark motionless.

The dandelions on the snow swayed, and the flops fluttered with the snow, and they fell into the deep forest. At this moment, the skeleton meditated, his hands were still folded, as if the world was in the world, sleeping and pushing incense, the crystal flowers on it were scattered on the skeleton's body like fine salt after less than half a moment of flowering, it made up its hands, squeezed out a spiritual spell between the teeth in its mouth, and those falling ice spirits were woven together, turning into a thread and draped on the skeleton's body. The skeleton was wrapped tightly in a snowsuit, and its ribs and vertebrae could still be seen through it.

"I said you, you still have to unravel the spiritual spell carried by our Shentu lineage as soon as possible, otherwise future generations will be burdened with a snail shell for a lifetime. ”

"Ancestor, if this kind of troublesome thing is traced back, it will be at least thousands of years, I don't know how to solve this spiritual curse, I don't know anything, and there is no record of the solution to this misfortune in the "Chronicles of the Snow Mountain", I really don't know what kind of world you and the death sacrifice spirit fought with each other at that time, and the result was a disaster for future generations. ”

"Alas......" sighed again, and the skeleton's hands were resting on his knees, probably a habit in his life.

"In that dispute, I also planted a spirit spell, and was stripped of skin and flesh by the spirit of death, giving birth to bones, only a moment of time, my teeth, muscles, and meridians were all turned into ashes, leaving only this pair of behemoth and useless bones, I thought I was dead, but I didn't expect that in the end, your grandmother launched the snow spirit sacrifice, and her remnant soul sneaked into my body and forbade the spirit spell, so as to bless me from becoming a member of the Retreat Spirit Dock, and leave no disaster for eternity......" After speaking, the skeleton was wrapped in a snow suit and coughed heavily, and continued: " Now you call me out, and if the Death Sacrifice Spirits knew about it, they would not have invoked the Spirit Charm to make me one of them. ”

"The ancestor didn't know, since you drove the crane to the west, your bones did not beetle, and over time it has long been integrated with the spiritual luck of the snow mountain, and in the past hundred years, everyone has not become a snail man. As he spoke, the old man rose to his feet and stood on the thumb of the skeleton and said. "But you shouldn't use my power to fight the idea of the Long Tooth Palace. ”

"It's not for me, even if the spiritual power generated from your body can resist the spiritual spell of our Shentu Sect under the spirit of the death sacrifice, but I am afraid that the mountains will be exhausted, if one day your corpse bones are really beetle, wouldn't it be the fate of extinction waiting for us? ”

"You use me as a panacea, and the spiritual curse on your descendants should be lifted as soon as possible, and it is not benevolent and righteous to occupy other people's homes. ”

"Ancestor, rest assured, I have planned it, I am ready to let my two beautiful daughters marry in the Changya Palace, so that in the future, even if the Burrow in Shannan is justified, my children and grandchildren will let the two daughters marry in the past, and they will not trample on the word benevolence and righteousness. After saying that, the old man smiled gloomily.

"Isn't it possible to change the text of the martial arts? Then why did you summon me out?"

There was some commotion in the sleeping forest, and there was a snort, and this sound alerted the elder Shentu, who was not old enough to be old and faint, and he turned his face to stare at the place where the sound was leading, and then roared again. The forest echoed through the silence of his voice, as if the snort had suddenly escaped into the place, and not all that place. Yu Huaizhang covered his mouth tightly at this time, for fear of squeezing out some strange sound from between his teeth, the snoring sound just now was caused by him rubbing the moss on his calves due to wet growth with the soles of his feet, this moss took root on his legs, and within a few days the legs grew like sprinkling porridge, and the itching was unbearable. The forest shook the cool water-like clear shadow, wandering, splashing on the forest as if you were under the water.

The snow is urgent, wrapped in the wind, and the forks of the sleeping trees are piled up at three or two o'clock, and the shadows of the trees are lined with fluffy. Some of the branches were covered with snow so thick that they could not bear their weight and broke, fell to the ground to take root, and then grew along the earth's veins. The ice crystals on the ground were magnetic, spiraling upwards from where the branches had been broken, and in less than half an hour they fell into the shape of a shrub the height of a man. The forest was transformed, and some of the potholes were filled with new sleeping trees, which were level with the original high seats. The night breeze blows, the sleep is swaying, and the cool water-like shadow collapses on the bark, shaking the light and shaking the hearts of people.

After being startled into a cold sweat by the review of the old man Shentu, he carefully drew the qi choked in his chest into his nostrils, he leaned against a sleeping tree that was enough to cover his body, his eyes rolled over at the sleeping tree above, the branches and leaves were sparse, but he couldn't hit any light, thinking that it was covered by the cold water-like halo flowing on the ground.

He scratched his calf twice, and was about to jump and jump at this time, but found that a huge human head pressed down the canopy of the sleeping tree, and stopped a foot above his head, he roared in shock, the voice was sharp, as if the night was provoked by a heel, the cicada on the tree was mating, the spirit bird hiding in the depths of the forest and the mayfly that turned with the snow all moved, and the cicada consumed energy, and then was so startled, it fell to the ground, and soon turned into golden cicada flowers for people who were physically and mentally weak to pick up food and regulate their bodies. The spirit bird is accustomed to this kind of boldness, and at this moment it is just flapping its wings to shake off the fright that is stained with sleepiness. As for mayflies, they are blind creatures, and if one dances, the other one, two, or three will dance one after another. At this moment, I am mixed with the snow, but I don't know who will shake it down after the life is about to end. A thin layer of mayfly carcasses lay on the ground and were obscured by the emergency snow that had fallen.