The cold clouds are dark, condensing thousands of miles, the male pass is entrenched, and the snow is proudly flying. The fur is not warm, the cold knife is frozen, the birds are extinct, and the day is like night.

The snow ridges are clustered, the north wind is like a knife, it is the thirty-ninth hour, I wanted this silver-covered, snow-capped, or northern scenery, but I didn't want this southwest flat territory, there is such a strange scene.

Not far away, I saw a white horse galloping, and the tall and fat horse stepped on the snow, galloping very quickly. On the back of the horse, a middle-aged man in a thick leather robe, with a leopard's head and eyes, swallow jaws and tiger whiskers, and a large black knife behind him, lay on the saddle, braving the cold and snow, and tightened the open leather jacket, but even so, the biting cold wind was still pervasive, making his bare skin red and purple, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.

The oncoming snowflakes hit his face and hurt, and he lowered his head again, and his mouth let out intermittent white gas. The cold iron coat tied him firmly to the horse's back, and he didn't dare to raise his head, so he wanted to straighten up and exhale, and when he opened his mouth, he poured a mouthful of snow water.

Although the black clouds were entrenched and entangled and churning overhead, there was no sun in sight, but fortunately, the snow, which was as white as moonlight, could also show him the way. Leaving only a clear horse's hoof print, heading north.

The farther I walked into the valley, deeper into the snowfield, the wind and snow became more and more intense, and only the continuous cold wind howled in my ears, and the violent heartbeat and wheezing could no longer be heard. The snow was deep in the snowfield, and it was not as good as before, and it was still possible to step on solid ground, but now it was as if it was stepping on cotton, and the man silently clamped his legs, for fear of falling off the horse.

Suddenly, the white horse raised its head and neighed violently, and its front hooves slumped downward, and fell to the ground, stuck in the snow, and the big man on his back was overturned, and plunged headlong into the snow. After a long time, he stood up and shook his wet hair, and the snow water had already begun to condense into tiny ice crystals.

His legs were also in the snow, and when he looked back at the white horse a few paces away, he was already unable to get up, so he snorted coldly, left the beast, and pulled his legs and continued to move forward.

Step by step, step by step, he tilted his body and struggled to pull out the half leg that had been trapped in the snow, and then inserted it into the snow again. His trouser legs were already wet and cold, and he was gradually unconscious, his feet were purple and red from the cold, and his toes were swollen twice as large as usual, but the big man still refused to stop, and finally he fell on the snow, walking and crawling.

I don't know how many times it was planted, how many hours it stopped, but I knew that the cold wind and snow showed no signs of stopping. The eagle hovering over the snowy peaks unfurled its feathers and flew towards him, as if it had regarded the man who was about to freeze to death in this vast snowfield as winter food. The eagle roared through the sky, and the man's small figure finally disappeared into the snow.

His legs weighed as much as a thousand pounds, his vision became more and more blurred, his hands and feet were unconscious, and he only relied on the last trace of consciousness to pull the heavy body, and subconsciously continued to walk. People in the rivers and lakes regard weapons as their lives, but now the big knife has become a burden, and the man did not hesitate to abandon her in the snow, just to reduce the burden.

Finally, I saw a dead tree dozens of paces away, broken at the waist, and stuck diagonally in the heavy snow. Under the dead branch, a small wooden sign appeared, which seemed to be only the corner of something.

The man's eyes lit up as if he had seen something to save his life, and he ran towards the dead branch like a hungry wolf, as if he had forgotten all the cold and tiredness at this moment. Falling under the dead branches, he dug up with his hands, and his purple fingers weakly pushed away the snow, although his movements were slow, but his breathing became more and more rapid.

The green tendons that burst out of his forehead were as dense as a small cyan snake, his eyes were round, and his lips without a trace of blood trembled slightly, and he kept muttering: "Yes, yes, this is it!"

Looking down again, a hole has been dug out of the snow under him, and there is a broken and decaying wooden plaque lying in the pit, which seems to be a very simple tombstone. The man laughed loudly: "After decades, Lao Tzu has finally found it, exactly the same as in the legend, exactly the same!"

He threw the wooden sign aside, and continued to dig down with his hands and feet, until the whole person was standing in the snow pit, and the snow on the side had been piled up into a few hills.

His feet fell firmly on the rotten coffin, his heavy body crushed it, his legs stuck on the coffin lid, and he gritted his teeth and struggled to open the coffin, and the wooden planks cracked, only to see that the coffin was not filled with the bones of any person, but a few yellowed books, perhaps because of the fact that in this ice and snow, insects and ants did not grow, so that the book could be preserved to this day without any damage.

The man was so excited that he couldn't speak, but he stretched out his hands with a slight tremble, slowly picked up the six books, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks, crying with joy, which could make this eight-foot Zheng man cry like rain.

But just as he was about to flip through the book, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking strings from the depths of the mountain col in the wind and snow, the sound was like a thunderbolt exploding, piercing the sky, and a "whoosh" flew behind the man very quickly, piercing his chest in the blink of an eye, leaving only a blood hole the thickness of a little finger, and the feather arrow pierced into the dead wood in front of him with red blood.

The majestic man collapsed like Mount Tai, and with a muffled sound, he fell into the coffin, and the blood flowed from his chest. The man dressed in a blue brocade suit with a cape slung the golden feather treasure eagle bow on his shoulder, withdrew the three feather arrows held between his fingertips, and walked slowly towards the man's corpse on the soft snow.

"It's just that Yan Luoshui, the famous Eight Desolation Knife that shocks the rivers and lakes, what kind of ability does Yan Luoshui have, he doesn't want to even lose his saber, how can he get this snow scroll, and what qualifications do he have to keep it for himself?"

It turned out that this person was a famous archer on the rivers and lakes, thunder and lightning, wind and fire, Cao Chaoyu. It is precisely because of his wonderful archery skills, no false strings in a hundred shots, and a speed like wind and thunder, so he is famous in the rivers and lakes. However, this person has a bad reputation, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, and if he stops himself, even the innocent people will be shot and killed, and he will never show mercy.

He bowed down and picked up the six snow scrolls, dusted off the snow on them with his hands, almost stained with blood, and took out a piece of blue brocade cloth from his arms, wrapped the book in it in three or two times, tied it to his body, and glanced at Yan Luoshui, who was not blind, snorted coldly, and was about to leave.

A white light flashed above his head, and the cold wind swept in, that Cao Chaoyu secretly said that it was not good, and he retreated again and again, but he might as well fall into the snow with one foot, it was difficult to pull out, he was anxious, sweat was like rain, and he hurriedly looked up, his pupils contracted sharply, and a white-clothed swordsman fell quietly, stabbing with a sword, pressing step by step.

The swordsman pulled a sword flower, the hilt of the sword rotated at the fingertips, and the snow-white sword body swept out the sword shadows in the sky, like pear blossoms falling and flying snow all over the sky. Between the square inches, in the palm of the fingers, unpredictable, like a silver snake entangled, not a single cent.

That Cao Chaoyu shouted, and actually stopped the swordsman, took this opportunity to pull out his legs, and rolled on the ground and half-squatted aside. Only then did the swordsman know that he was bluffing, and he was about to slash with his sword, but Cao Chaoyu shouted: "Wait!"

"If you have any last words, this son will allow you to say it. The swordsman chuckled, and did not rush to kill him, put his sword into the sheath, raised his chin slightly, did not look at it with his eyes, and said arrogantly, "Anyway, in the ice and snow, you have nowhere to escape!"

"Just looking at Your Excellency's swordsmanship, it is extremely exquisite. Dare to ask you, but that square inch white-clothed sword Dongfang Bai?" Cao Chaoyu squinted his eyes and asked cautiously, seeing him put away the sword, he moved his mind and slowly touched his back with both hands. That Dongfang Bai didn't hide it, and sneered when he heard this: "You still have some knowledge, but this son is here today for the snow scroll, no matter what you say, you will definitely die." ”

Cao Chaoyu turned his heels while whirling with him, coughed lightly and said with a smile: "You look at the ice and snow, the cold wind and snow, if you and I have a big fight, I am afraid that we will lose both sides, and it is not very decent." is a fellow in the rivers and lakes, and they are both here for the snow to lose the scroll, why make it end badly. Why don't you stop here and share this treasure with you and me, what do you think?"

Who knew that Dongfang Bai lowered his head and stroked the sword, and said slowly: "As everyone knows, the wolf has more meat and less meat, and the monk has more porridge and less porridge?

"Since that's the case, then there's nothing to say!" Cao Chaoyu's eyes were fast, he jumped up, turned back three or four somersaults, and when he turned around and landed, the treasure carving bow was already in his hand, and he pulled a string in a void. When he looked up again, the feather arrow was already in front of him.

A terrible scream echoed across the empty snowfield. Fortunately, the snow mountain is still far away, otherwise the avalanche will inevitably bury the two in the snow. And that Cao Chaoyu arrow shot Dongfang Bai's right eye, and the arrow pierced deep into the eye socket, and it was already a blur of flesh and blood, and he wailed again and again. Cao Chaoyu got his hands on it, and he didn't entangle with it, so he had to leave quickly.

Who knew that Dongfang Bai gritted his teeth, pulled out Liu Yuanjun, and abandoned it aside. The blood-red eye sockets were full of blood, dripping down his cheeks, soaking the white clothes, and falling on the pure white snow, like plum blossoms, scarlet blooming. Enduring the severe pain, the Dongfang Bai Fei stood up, two fingers on the hilt of the sword, the white rainbow flew out, and the pear blossom fell.

Cao Chaoyu heard the wind behind him, and he was full of murderous aura, so he hurriedly turned around, and at the same time flashed sideways, how could he dodge, his left shoulder was cut by the sword, his clothes were cut, and the flesh was turned out, and blood oozed out. Seeing that Dongfang Bai vowed to fight to the death, he hurriedly pulled away the bow and arrow, how could he not help but within five steps, that Dongfang Bai had already stabbed with his sword, and leaned over in a hurry to dodge, but Dongfang Bai chased after him reluctantly, pressing step by step, making Cao Chaoyu anxious and difficult to fight back, so he had to dodge again and again.