"There is no nail in the mountain, and the cold year does not know the year, ah, Ah ......"

Yun Su trembled and put down the "Tongxuan Sutra" in his hand, leaned back on the bed, and looked at the snow outside the window.

It was too cold, my whole body was stiff, and I couldn't turn the book anymore.

He picked up the short wooden stick on the ground, reached into the quilt that wrapped his lower body, groped for the clay pot to warm the baby, and shook his hand to pull out the two coals in the ashes, only to feel that the cold was not so heavy.

The frostbitten leg also seemed to regain some sense, regained its strength, and continued to read.

This time it's a big game, and the lazy house prostitutes a world of cultivating immortals.

The night before the accident, it was Yunsu's twentieth birthday, and he had just drawn a five-star god card in a mythical mobile game.

"Immortality!"

When I woke up, I slept in the ice and snow, I don't know how long I lay down, a few days have passed, I still feel cold when I curl up in the quilt, if I hadn't met Wang Muxuan, the head of the Xuanmu faction, maybe I would have fed the wild wolves in the mountains.

The head of the king returned from a serious injury in the snowy night, and before the limit, he brought him back to the Xuanmu faction.

Yunsu only had half a life left, lying on the bed, Wang Muxuan treated him, and the cost was also very large, leaning against the wall on the side of the window, panting like a cow, his face was as white as paper,

"Wild, wild boy, what's your name?"

"Ahem, ahem, clouds, clouds. ”

"Yunsu, Lao Tzu is about to die, and the Xuanmu Sect is finished. When you're ready, take the children down the mountain and think of a way to settle them......"

When Wang Muxuan said this, he paused slightly, Yun Su thought to himself, this is to support the orphan, but he saw that he closed his eyes, as if he was contemplative, and as if he was taking a break to recover his strength, he waited for a while and did not continue to speak.

A yin wind struck for no reason, and the candlelight jumped wildly, blowing goosebumps and wrinkling on people's bodies.

Yun Su secretly said that it was not good, struggled to get up, and reached out to probe Wang Muxuan's snort and neck.

People, gone.

In this way, on a night when there was no dog barking and no wolf howling, the Xuanmu faction, which had only existed for a short period of seventeen years, was gone, and Wang Muxuan, the patriarch of the sect, left five babies behind and left.

......

"Tuk Tuk Tuk~"

There was a knock on the door, Yun Su closed the Tongxuan Sutra, and coughed lightly to call someone in.

"Brother Yun, are you better?"

Pushing the door into is an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, a small cotton shirt with a slight dry osmanthus fragrance, the face of the cotton clothes is very clean, a green silk is not short, tied with a fine cloth belt, slightly raised is a rather delicate, slightly shy, very clean, and frozen red, at the moment with a trace of concern of the little face.

She held a fire grape in her hand, which contained several pieces of scarlet coals covered with hot ash, and she would come to change the coals in the fire pot several times a day for Yunsu.

Yun Su couldn't help but secretly say that on the earth, such a little girl had almost graduated from elementary school, but now she was temporarily covering the lives of six people.

The little girl is naturally beautiful, and I don't know where the head of the king, who died young, picked it up.

"Brother Yun?"

Twelve-year-old Wang Xuanji, looking at Brother Yun, who seemed to be hysterical, leaned down, stretched out his little hand and shook it a few times before pulling Yunsu's attention back.

She held a hot baked pancake in her little hand, and the aroma of it was so fragrant that she could hear the sound of a few little guys lying on the crack of the door and swallowing saliva through the door.

The pancakes were brought back by Wang Muxuan desperately, and the twelve pancakes were stained with his blood and soaked in the noodles.

In the five days that he was sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake, the little girl told him the whole thing.

In the days before the heavy snow closed the mountain, several senior brothers made an appointment to go down the mountain to run errands, and never returned.

Until one morning, someone threw a few things in the open space in front of the hall, Wang Xuanji heard the movement, and saw the master fighting with a person in the crack of the window, and the heads of several senior brothers were scattered in the courtyard, and the face was scarred and dead.

She fainted in fright, and when she woke up, the master and the enemy were gone, so she had to cry while simply burying the six senior brothers.

Heavy snow closed the mountain in March, and Master did not return in March.

Wang Xuanji finally waited for the master to return, as well as Brother Yun who was picked up in the snow, and twelve bloody pancakes.

In the past five days, Yunsu and five children survived with twelve pancakes.

"Xuanji, how many pancakes are there?"

"This is the last one. ”

"I'm not hungry, you boil it into a mush and give everyone a little. ”

Yun Su broke a small piece, leaving an almost complete cake and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl took the pancake and broke a small piece of it, and handed it back to him: "Brother Yun, this piece of mine is for you to eat." ”

"I'm not hungry, I want to lose weight, you eat. ”

Wang Xuanji nodded, he had only heard of fertilization, losing weight should mean the opposite, and he carefully changed the charcoal for Yunsu, and then went out to boil the mush.

Yunsu wrapped himself in a robe, he was cold and hungry these days, but fortunately he roasted the Tufa warm baby, and he had some strength, looking at the sunny scene outside the window, he had a stupid way in his heart.

It is located on the mountainside, and the way down the mountain has long been blocked by heavy snow.

Even if the mountain road was not cut off, and there was a village ten miles away, he could not leave rashly.

Heavy snow covers the mountains, not only people are hungry, but tigers, leopards, jackals are also hungry.

What promised Wang Muxuan, it's not time yet, how can you survive this time.

He found a deep-bottomed dustpan and a rope for drying cinnabar from the side house, and went to the dead tree to touch a few handfuls of inedible rotten fruits, kneaded them, and shook out a pile of seeds from them.

A rag was placed on the snow, and a handful of seeds were sprinkled, and a small piece of bread was crumpled and carefully spread on top, and a dustpan was propped up, and hemp rope was covered.

After doing this, he leaned on the tree and sighed: "Thousands of mountains and birds are endless, let's have a show." ”

Behind the doors and windows, a few little guys watched with great interest, and they couldn't understand what Brother Yun was going to do.

"Brother Yun is going to play tricks, you should be quiet. ”

Wang Xuanji said while boiling water, and the three little children who were watching the excitement hurriedly nodded.

When Yunsu returned to the house, holding the clay pot in one hand and the hemp rope in the other, he prayed to the gods and goddesses many times, and prayed to the mysterious existence in his mind, and then waited for a cup of tea, a clumsy mountain bird fell into the snow so arrogantly.

The mountain bird was so arrogant that it walked into the improvised trap in defiance of defense, in defiance of disaster, and in defiance of death.

Whoosh, hit.

One and another......

At the beginning of the heavy snow, hundreds of birds were dispatched, and after Yunsu came to this world, he showed a smirk like a bumper harvest old farmer for the first time.

"Xuanji, I'll leave it to you. ”

Yun Su pointed to a dozen mountain birds tied up with ropes, and even two very fat pheasants.

Tonight, you don't have to go hungry.

Wang Xuanji looked at these life-saving mountain birds, his tears couldn't be stopped for a while, he pursed his little lips, tears flowed all over his cheeks, and while he was busy wiping, he nodded vigorously, which made Yunsu feel sad.

Although the Xuanmu faction was established not long ago, Wang Muxuan was very good at kung fu, even if he was seriously injured and dying, he could still struggle back to the mountain, and saved himself by the way.

Yun Su didn't know how to cultivate immortals or martial arts at this time, but when the strong true qi on Wang Muxuan's body poured into his body that night, the warm and hot feeling was still fresh in his memory.

Wang Xuanji said that he was good at swordsmanship, and he was quite good at light skills, and he walked on the wall like walking on the ground. Even those senior brothers who died unexpectedly joined forces to exterminate a passing bandit.

However, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and the blessings and misfortunes are unpredictable.

The Xuanmu faction, first the backbone of the army was wiped out, and Wang Muxuan, who was happy to take revenge, fought almost with the enemy, and the sect was almost completely destroyed, and finally the five children he had adopted over the years were left.

In his opinion, there are many reasons for the tragedy of the Xuanmu faction, in the final analysis, in this world of the jungle, the strength is too weak, not to mention the ability to resist risks, the slightest wind and grass, and even the power of self-preservation.

How many vendettas in the rivers and lakes have wiped out people overnight, and it is already a fluke that the Xuanmu Sect can save the five little guys.

When the enemy attacked, the treasury was destroyed, and the remaining grain, which the five little ones had eaten for three months, was finally exhausted, and the little silver left in the door could not buy anything in front of the heavy snow covering the mountain.

Although there are many coincidences in the tragedy of the Xuanmu faction, the root cause is that this world is too dangerous and the Xuanmu faction is too weak.

Yun Su couldn't help but secretly say, if he was still as lazy as he was when he was on Earth before, then the house might die quickly, even if he was carrying a strange treasure, he would die countless times.

Smoke had risen in the side room, and there were children's funny voices, Yunsu stood under the big dead tree at the entrance of the Xuanmu Pie, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the vast snowfield.

In the past few days, in addition to the magical thing in my mind, that is, my hair has grown and has grown to my waist, and Xuanji has tied it up for him with a hemp rope.

Thousands of mountains and twilight snow are the most tranquil.

The world below the mountain was covered with snow, and occasionally the mountain wind rolled up snow particles, pulling out bursts of whistling sounds, and bursts of intense hunger in his stomach came, and Yun Su couldn't help muttering:

"I'm immortal, but I'm still hungry. ”

The problem of the belly has been solved temporarily, and the injury has basically healed, Yun Su is still a complete mortal, sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake in the past few days, entering that mysterious space has repeatedly failed, and after eating enough, it is time to study the mysterious immortal cloud platform in the body, and first receive the immortal white prostitution award.

The rest of your life is long, and you have to be worthy of this immortality.