Heavy snow covers the mountains, birds and beasts are extinct;

On such a night, there was a man standing on top of the cliff. He stared motionlessly at the night sky and the rolling hills, as if waiting for something. He was dressed in plain clothes, with long hair reaching to his waist, and was tall and slender at least 190cm. In appearance, he is about thirty years old and has beautiful eyebrows. It's just expressionless, with a loneliness and depression in his eyes that is incompatible with age. If it weren't for the fact that his long, shiny black hair fluttered in the cold wind, it would have been difficult to spot the existence of such a person, who almost merged with this white and vast world of ice and snow.

This kind of cold environment has long been unbearable for ordinary people, and the long-haired man is still standing stupidly and stupidly, could it be that he is waiting for the courier, doesn't he feel cold at all? Huh, it's strange, why is there no snowflakes on his body, no head to toe at all, it can be said that it is surprisingly clean. Moreover, there were wisps of light smoke coming out, and the smoke was so thin and thin that it could not be seen at all without looking closely. What the hell is going on with him?

If you look at it more seriously, it feels even more weird. The snowflakes dissipated before they could fall on him, which ...... How is this possible? Could it be that this long-haired man is a master of peerless martial arts? According to legend, ancient martial arts masters generally possessed immeasurable deep internal strength, and could form various qi walls around their bodies to resist attacks. Maybe this man used this method to evaporate the snowflakes that fell near his body directly, so there was no snowflake on his body. How boring must he be to do this? Is it necessary to make something so different when something that could have been solved with an umbrella? There was no one else on the scene but himself, and if there were one or two girls, it would probably be quite handsome. However, he was the only one before the cliff, the lonely one.

Soon, a little light appeared in the sky, and it was flying in this direction of the cliff, like a bird. The birds dazzled in the night sky, as striking as the long-haired man. I saw a long-lost expression on his face—a frown, and the loneliness in his eyes died down, replaced by a glimmer of hope. It turned out that what he was waiting for was not a courier, but a flying pigeon.

After a while, a large white eagle fell from the sky and flew to the long-haired man's side, and the huge air currents generated by the landing rolled up the snow on the ground. Rusi doesn't look like a bird at all, but a bit like a small airplane.

In addition to the yellow eyes, beak and claws, the feathers of the eagle's body are white, and the size is even frighteningly large, and the height of the long-haired man is 190CM, which is actually a head shorter than it. How to describe the visual shock brought by this behemoth, majestic, burly, terrifying......

The long-haired man seemed to be indifferent to the shape and movement of the carving, and seemed to have long since become surprised. He watched as the eagle was shaking off the snowflakes on his body, and the brilliance in his eyes was diluted by disappointment and became cloudy. Diao'er was also looking at him, her eyes as pure as a child, as if she was comforting a sad person. This different "messenger" did not bring back the "reply" he wanted. Whose message was he waiting for, family, lover, friend, or what? I don't know.

At this moment, two thin figures appeared in the snow in the distance, walking towards the cliff step by step, and soon came to the front of the long-haired man. Both figures were teenagers, one tall and one short, the tallest looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and the shorter one was twelve or thirteen years old. Both of them were very thin, their faces were so pale that they were bloodless, and their clothes were a little shabby and dirty, and they had obviously suffered a lot when they came here.

Looking at the two poor children, the man was still expressionless, as cold as ever, as in his surroundings. On the contrary, there was a trace of pity in the eyes of the big white eagle, could this man be cold-blooded?

Just as the tall boy trembled and was about to speak, the man seemed to know the intention of the two teenagers. He pulled out an old parchment roll from his body and handed it to the tall boy. The tall boy took it with trembling hands, watching the man leave his sight step by step, unable to say a word, tears sliding uncontrollably down his face, falling on the snow one drop after another.

The short boy looked at his weeping companion, then at the parchment, and then at the departing long-haired man, his hands clenched, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, and his eyes burned with unwillingness, as if he wanted to rush over and fight the man to the death. What the hell is this long-haired man doing? The two teenagers came to him after working hard and coming to him from thousands of mountains and rivers, so he casually threw them a parchment roll and walked away, what is this? The short boy was very unwilling, and felt like he had been tricked, and this was the reason for the hardships and dangers along the way? A parchment roll? This man was too irresponsible, how could he just walk away like this, he didn't say a word, and he didn't even ask about the origin and names of the two teenagers. The short boy was very unhappy, and this depression seemed to be an indescribable burden to this little heart, and he wanted to vent his feelings with his fists and feet.

However, every move and even psychological changes of the short boy were watched by the big white eagle. Before he could do anything radical, the eagle flapped his wings and looked up to the sky and wailed, and the loud sound covered the entire mountaintop, and the echo lingered and stirred for a long time. It was as if he was holding on to the unconscious man.

The figures of the two teenagers had disappeared from sight, and the eagle had returned to the long-haired man, who followed the man step by step and walked down the mountain. Suddenly, the eagle became short and turned into a little boy about six years old. He wears a crown of small golden hair, his little white and red face is a little baby fat, his big eyes are full of childishness, and his red lips and white teeth are very cute. He is about one meter tall, dressed in white, and has a little aristocratic temperament.

The long-haired man first looked at the little boy with an exaggerated expression of surprise, and he said, "Wow! Youkai!

"Hmph. The little boy was a little angry and said, "Boring." ”

The child's childlike expression when the man spoke just now was not at all like the performance that a peerless master should have, and the cold image of being condescending and arrogant in front of the cliff immediately disappeared. The little boy looked at the man's virtue, and said with a look of disgust: "Can I scare you like this? The little boy's silver-bell-like voice is very pleasant, but for this man, it seems to have a different symbolic meaning. He tried his best to pretend to be pitiful, and that kind of innocent look was interpreted by his clumsy acting skills as a bit witty, even disgusting.

"Childish ghost!" the little boy said unceremoniously, and he said a little angrily: "You don't save you when you see death, and you have to be so unscrupulous, hum!"

The long-haired man imitated the angry look of the little boy and said, "I like it, can you take care of it? Besides, ordinary children can find me like they do? Hmph, hmph, hum!"

"Do you think you look like a person who knows the destiny of heaven?" the little boy still had a little to blame the long-haired man, perhaps he had scolded the long-haired man nineteen thousand times in his heart.

However, having said that, "Knowing the Destiny of Heaven" is fifty years old, and that man is not that old no matter how he looks at it, and he looks like he is only thirty years old at most. Don't...... The long-haired man's internal cultivation has already reached the realm of transcendent sanctification, so he can keep his appearance as it was when he was young.

It's amazing.

I don't know if the long-haired man cares about his age when others mention him, as soon as he hears the words "know the destiny of heaven", his whole body stiffens, as if the doctor said that he has a terminal illness.

He stopped, turned his head to look at the little boy, and all his movements stiffened for a moment, as if he were doing a mechanical dance. At this time, he was a little funny, squeezed out a resentful expression on his face, gritted his teeth like a ghost, and viciously forced three words out of his teeth - old monster.

As soon as these words came out, the little boy was even more unhappy, and he said solemnly: "My generation learns martial arts, what is the matter?"

"It's none of my business. With that, the long-haired man turned away and continued down the mountain.

"Liu Xiaogou, you stand for me, finish your words and leave. The little boy reluctantly called out the name of the long-haired man, a bit like a teacher in class naming a mischievous student. However, these methods generally have no deterrent effect, and the same is true for Mr. Liu. The little boy could only stand still and watch the "mischievous student" slowly leave.

Liu Xiaogou, an ordinary name that can't be more ordinary, even the homonym of the name has an inexplicable sense of joy - "walking the puppy." However, the name carries the chilling light of a "peerless master", and under the cold exterior is a childlike heart that cannot match the master. What kind of master would such a person be, and what kind of relationship did he have with the little boy who could transform?

Everything is still unknown.