In total, just the two of them were here, the white-bearded old man leaned into the mountain, but there was an extra figure, this shadow was a little short, but stopped not far from Li Shuishan for a few breaths and then turned his face and disappeared, just when he was puzzled, the long-bearded old man flew out.

He held a fan in his hand, gently fanning the sky above Hangu Mountain, there was a tornado rushing out from the fan side, rolling against the sky, he looked up at the sky, the snow stopped, after a long time, the snow fell slowly, he stretched out his thin palm to grasp the snowflakes in front of him, and saw five petals.

"I've never experienced such a miraculous thing, if these six petals can become five, where does the missing one go?"

The five-petal snow in Li Shuishan's palm was melted by the temperature of his hand and became water droplets, and a lot of snow fell, stacked on top of it, making him feel cold, and after a while, the snow began to melt, but it began to freeze in an instant, so he was a little shocked.

"I've never seen snowflakes melt into ice when they fall into the palm of my hand? ”

The old man with the long beard looked at Li Shuishan's outstretched palms, nodded solemnly, and signaled, "It may be that your arrival has changed the law here." ”

Li Shuishan looked at him calmly, and said euphemistically: "Please tell Grandpa Mountain God in detail, if I influence it, I will leave immediately." ”

The long-bearded Lao Tzu had a serious face, pointing to the snow, he raised his index finger and drew a circle on the ground, this circle broke free from the snow, twisted into a semi-arc in the air, and began to knead again, when it was formed, it was the side silhouette of a young man, in Li Shuishan's eyes, this person was himself.

"Does he look like you?"

Li Shuishan nodded slightly, the old man with the long beard nodded the circle, put away the fan in his other hand, and his expression began to change, not knowing whether the expression on his face was happy or worried, after a short silence, he said calmly: "This mountain, you take it away." ”

"Take away Hangu Mountain?" The expression on Li Shuishan's face was even more unstable, he was indeed looking for a suitable mountain for himself as his foundation, but someone handed over such a good thing by hand, which made him hesitate.

"No wonder you came here, this mountain is for a person, this person, died under the sword of the mountain founder, was beheaded, turned to ashes after kneeling, when he was dying, in order to prevent the magic weapon he had refined all his life from falling into the hands of others, he had already placed a ban on it. ”

"There has been no vision of this mountain from the beginning to the present, until your appearance, my heart began to be restless, and a voice kept telling me, let me take you into the interior of the mountain, can you show all your strength for me to see?"

Li Shuishan took a breath, and the momentum suddenly exploded, blowing away all the surrounding snowflakes, and swaying and falling into the mountain, this breath The bearded old man would not feel wrong, it was the Great Perfection in the later stage of the Condensation Realm, that is, the original realm.

But for monks, this realm can crush most of the cultivators in the mortal world, because they themselves are physical bodies, and there is no magic weapon and body refinement.

The remaining small part, some can be called saints, reading and talking can be described as endless, with immortal literary brilliance in the words, and the laws of the world will resonate with them.

There are also heavenly masters, which are one of the paths of mortal cultivation, condensing the fortune of the country, seeking happiness for the people, and ascending to immortals before dying, so that they can truly enter the path of cultivation

Road.

There are also some rare and strange monks, who travel all over the world, can be a home everywhere, and they can become immortals after suffering success.

Li Shuishan is different, but he has also lost a lot behind the fate, he would rather lose this part of the fate and fight for all the Tao by himself, but all this needs to be seen in the world when he takes his own step, so he must take these things that are given to him, otherwise it will be difficult to survive under the battle of the Mandate of Heaven.

"The Great Perfection in the late stage of the Condensation Realm is the will of heaven. ”

The expression on his face changed to joy, as if he was congratulating on all this, and hurriedly grabbed the fan he had put away and threw it in front of Li Shuishan, and asked lightly, "What is your choice?"

How familiar this sentence was, it made his frozen heart move again, and he remembered the killing opportunity of that time, how cruel the old man with a smile was, the stone axe that appeared killed many monks, but did not hurt him in the slightest.

There is no one here, presumably, he will not have a problem, and he said: "This sentence, an old man asked me, and now it appears in your mouth, I want to know, who asked you to say this sentence?"

The bearded old man shook his head, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

"No one, I just keep the oath of the dead spirits, let me ask you if you accept this mountain, after all, the chosen one also has the right to choose. ”

Li Shuishan's calm face showed a chuckle, and said, "Good word for the right to choose." I came from a peaceful town, and when I came here, I didn't have the right to choose, one road was also planned, and the other road was the same, so I asked, where did the right come from?"

The old man with the long beard was speechless, and kept looking at the young man in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking in his head, probably because he had not experienced this, it was difficult to understand what he had experienced, and he had no standard for judgment, so he lowered his head.

After a long time, Li Shuishan grabbed the fan in the air and said lightly: "I accept it, after all, this is my fate, you can rest assured." ”

Choosing this mountain means that the bearded old man in front of him is free, and the life and death of the group of spirits under the mountain falls into his hands, and the pressure on him has increased a lot.

"Thank you. The long-bearded old man smiled, and gently drew a circle on the top of the mountain, leading to the mountain, Li Shuishan did not hesitate to escape into it.

The air here is unusually fresh, and there is often the sound of water droplets falling to the ground, and there is a wrapped light cluster, floating a snowflake, which is six-petaled, emitting a cold breath.

After Li Shuishan stood on his feet, he could see the bright light on the ground slightly, the light cluster was now about ten steps away from him, he raised his left foot, and after taking a step, his body was frozen, the robe on his body solidified, and the flesh and blood had a tearing pain.

He stepped on his left foot steadily, raised his right foot and took another step, the cold breath blew his eyebrows into ice sculptures, and the hot air he blew became a white mist less than half an inch.

After pondering for a moment, he remembered that the old man with the long beard fanned the fan in his hand, which could stop the snow from falling, and deliberately handed it to him, presumably the beauty of freedom, he waved it without hesitation, and rolled up a warm wind in the half-bright mountain, fighting against the cold air from the light cluster.

He took the opportunity to step down, waiting for the warmth to dissipate, and the cold air that hit him made him snort, and said secretly: "This kind of chill is too strong, if it is compared with the high-level yin qi, it is not weaker than the downwind at all, and I."

I like to be cold like this, it can make me sober and not forget my memories. ”

"Break it for me!" He roared, fused the aura in the dantian into the fan, and waved it vigorously, the wind blowing out was not warm, but it relieved the cold more quickly, he hurriedly took a few steps, and took three more steps in the moment when the cold bounced back.

A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, directly frozen into ice, the purple in his eyes began to bloom, like a plum blossom, the robe on his body was dyed dark purple, the breath of the whole body exploded in an instant, raised his arm and smashed it, and with a bang, the broken ice turned into fragments and blew away.

"A six-petaled snowflake is so powerful. ”

His eyes moved, and the right hand of the peachwood sword on his back slashed suddenly, the cloud pattern on the sword surface, the fish pattern, and the texture hidden inside the sword floated, and he wanted to jump out of the sword, but only from the moment the sword blade fell, he began to swim and went straight to the light cluster.

And Li Shuishan also took the opportunity to wave the fan in his other hand, and under one fan, the sluggish yellow sword light was blown back partially, becoming a section by section, and at this time, there was a force pushing forward, and it began to move forward, and it was pushed to the side of the light group in an instant.

A few steps later, the sword in his right hand popped out, and with a roar, he grabbed the ball of light, which shattered at the moment of fingertip touch, and the fluttering six-petal snowflakes blew out and merged into his middle finger, and the cold air swept through his whole body, making him retreat a few steps, and the light color disappeared, falling into darkness.

When the night outside the mountain fell, the snow also stopped not long ago, and the snow for hundreds of years became bare ground, which was uncomfortable to see, the old man with the long beard sat in the place just now, let out a long sigh to the sky, raised his arm as a gesture, and said lightly: "I have fulfilled the last wish of the undead, and I can also leave to see the mountains outside the mountains that I have not seen for a hundred years." ”

He melted into a shadow and melted into the moonlit night. There was not a single barking of dogs, no barking of animals, only the soft murmur of spirits coming out of the foot of the mountain to relax.

"Why did the snow stop?"

A mountain turtle spirit looked at the waning moon and said lightly, shouting into the cave: "Come out and see, the snow has been falling since we were born!"

"Really?"

"Why can't you go down?" several figures walked out of the cave, and there were many more behind them, all talking to each other.

"The snow is falling from the mountains, and if it doesn't fall, then we can play outside. ”

"Hey, Xiaobai, you know how to play, how many books have you read? How many have you understood? If I ask you to memorize, will you?"

"No, no, don't ask. ”

"By the way, when the snow stops, we can take off this robe, but is the water on this mountain cut off, so what do we drink?"

Demon Seven stood at the forefront, looking at the lake, and looked at the mountainside, where their ancestors were buried, and it was dying in the future, so it could also walk up the steps step by step, looking for a place where they could lie down.

"Go back to the cave, there's something unusual tonight. ”

The spirits in the back felt a little disappointed, but they still listened to the words of the fox spirit, after all, it is the most noble existence here, and their ancestors have also entrusted it not to rebel.

Demon Qi stood by the lake, looked left and right, faintly recalled the young man who went up the mountain, and muttered: "His arrival has changed here." I hope we can see you again. ”