Only then did Mu Lai see clearly the figure in the wolf pack, the man was wrapped in a heavy cyan cloak, almost covering his entire face, holding a spear taller than a person in both hands, the blade of the spear was unusually huge, and there was a narrow crescent-shaped blade on each side. At this time, this spear was wielded by him vigorously, piercing through the wolf's bones and cutting the wolf's body.

The man slashed and slashed non-stop, and this time the wolves apparently didn't have time to approach slowly, and scrambled and lunged at him. Mu Lai relieved his violently beating heart, and leaned forward to wait for an opportunity to help, but soon found that there was no such need. The wolves pounced on him one after another, but the man never seemed to get tired, and the spear in his hand danced faster and faster. At first, it took him several rounds for each wolf, and sometimes he was bitten by chance. And as the wolf corpses piled higher and higher, the bright red wolf blood stained the man's robe, and the spear in his hand gradually turned cyan, and then began to burn, and finally the spear, up to his whole person, was actually burning in the cold blue flames. He no longer has the action of blocking and slashing, but constantly stabbing out at a rapid speed, like the fangs of a giant snake, and each nightmare bite will take the life of more than one wolf. The bright red flowers in the snow grew deeper and deeper, and it was as if it was no longer the warrior who was fighting, but the terrible spear in his hand. The thick smell of blood wafted all around, almost suffocating, and many believers turned around and retched.

The wolves were gradually worn out of their spirits, and a few of the outer ones began to flee with wails, and soon all the remaining wolves fled in a hurry. The man chased after him mercilessly, and stabbed all the wolves to death in the snow after half a mile of pursuit. Then he walked towards them with a gun on his shoulder.

Mu Lai and the believers around him took a step back, almost more nervous in their hearts than when they faced the evil wolf. Only then did he see that the lips and chin that were sticking out from under the man's cloak looked like a young boy, a few years younger than himself, and he could almost be called a child.

The boy slowly walked up to them, raised his head slightly, and revealed a pair of pale red, sharp and clear, mocking eyes. Then he looked at them with indifference and sympathy in those eyes, and then he put the gun back on his back, and walked away without saying a word, carrying a wolf corpse in one hand.

The believers were still staring at the direction of his departure, until the young man's small back completely disappeared in the snow, and then they finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground one by one.

Mu Lai was the first to sit down, and the pain in his stomach and forehead almost made him faint. He knew that after such a battle and fright, he would not be able to hold out for another night no matter what. After gasping for breath for a while, he mustered up the last of his strength, dragged the wolf corpse a little away from the camp, and immediately started a fire.

An hour later, he came back to life and returned to the camp in good spirits, where he found the believers asleep. The corpses of men and wolves were hastily buried, and the layers of blood on the snow were still dazzling, but there was no trace of the massacre.

The next day's trip was much easier, the bright sun on the top of the mountain drove away a slight chill, and there was no other group of wolfes to hunt for food. Half a day later, they arrived at the Taoist Temple, where the word "Yunguan" was scrawled on a stone plaque covered with ice and snow, and the name was as simple and simple as the entire Taoist temple.

Two young and strong Taoist priests received them, and after a vegetarian lunch together, in the afternoon the believers went to listen to the teachings of the Lord, and Mu Lai ran straight to the guest room, where he fell asleep on a bed covered with animal skins and straw mats.

When he woke up, the Kunlun Mountain outside the window was already night, he carefully sorted out his bags, and listened to the movement outside the door, so he walked out lightly. How could the Frostless Lotus also be a spiritual treasure at the top of Kunlun, he didn't plan to ask the abbot of the Explanation Sect where to pick such a question.

But the top of Kunlun Mountain was wider than he imagined, and the spire looming in the clouds when looking up on the mountainside was now an endless snowfield in front of him. Fortunately, above this thick cloud, the stars seemed closer than ever, shining in the night sky not far away with complex and mysterious patterns, so that he was not irritable when he was well asleep, but looked for his way to the heights with great energy.

After walking for more than half an hour, there was a faint hint of singing in his ears, he had already been a little dizzy by the seemingly endless ice and snow in front of him, and at this time he was in good spirits and followed the song to find it. The song gradually became clearer, out of tune, but with a hint of grandeur and desolation. He walked faster and faster, and then trotted, and just as he was about to touch the source of the song, his surroundings suddenly fell silent again.

He took a few more steps, and saw a thin figure in a wide robe lying in the snow, his hair as pale as the snow and ice on all sides, and at this moment the whole person seemed to have fainted, and he was lying motionless like a pile of mud with the smell of wine.

"Uncle, how are you?" Mu Lai was startled, leaned over to probe the old man's pulse, and the beating was extremely weak, and his snort was even more breathless, "Uncle, wake up, wake up!"

The old man, who seemed to be about to be condensed by ice and snow, suddenly moved again, opened his cloudy eyes slightly, and struggled to say, "Wine...... Wine...... No wine......"

"Wine?" Mu Lai was stunned, thinking that this old man was probably frozen and confused, "Uncle, cheer up, I'll make a fire for you immediately, there is a Taoist temple nearby, I'll carry you over later." ”

"No, don't be on fire, you want wine,......" the old man shook his head slowly, squeezing the words outward with difficulty, "Give me wine...... You can save me......"

Mu Lai hesitated, the robe on this old man's body was embroidered with many strange names, although he didn't look like a Taoist priest, he was obviously a person with some skills. And in this snow-covered place, wine was indeed the only thing he could find. He took a breath, took off the huge wine gourd tied to the old man's belt, took some snow into it, and filled half a pot. Then he took the Taibai stone from his neck and threw it into the gourd.

In a few moments, the snow in the gourd melted, and a hint of the rich aroma of wine wafted away. Taibai stone is also known as wine fairy stone, put it in the water can turn water into wine, but unfortunately Mu Lai has never liked to drink, so holding this stone since childhood did not play a role. The old man seemed to have the strength suddenly, snatched the gourd away, raised his head and drank it with a grunt, and after a while he drank half of the gourd wine.

Mu Lai watched in surprise as the layers of folds on the old man's skin flattened little by little, and a lot of green silk was pulled out of his pale hair. As if he had forgotten the existence of Mu Lai, he pinched a handprint in one hand, and waved it in the air, and the snow dust flew up one after another, gathered together, penetrated into the gourd, and soon overflowed with the aroma of wine.

The old man raised his head and drank without stopping, repeating this several times, and drank more than ten gourds of wine in succession, the hair hanging down in the snow was as black as ink, and the skin of his eyebrows was as smooth and delicate as that of a young man.