The mountain wind was howling, rolling up the thin snow on the ground, and Su Musha was now physically strong, but he was not afraid of such a severe cold.

Han Shanzi on the side, looking at Su Musha's gaze, became more and more weird, and there seemed to be a hint of longing in his eyes.

With the footsteps of the two, the huge cold mountain, and the two reached the top in a short time.

Surrounded by wind and snow, there is a small Taoist temple standing in the cold wind.

The mountain wind was howling and getting stronger and stronger, but there was a bleak singing voice coming from the mountain wind, and just the first sound fluctuated Su Musha's state of mind.

"In the past, I was in the past, the willows were still there, now I came to think, the rain and snow were glorious, the road was slow, thirsty and hungry, my heart was sad, I didn't know how I mourned, I don't know how ...... I mourned"

The voice of the singer turned back and forth, a song and a sigh, Rao is Su Musha fell into a trance, stopped in front of the Taoist temple and sighed for a long time, after a while, there was a mountain wind rolling up Su Musha's robe, a little coolness invaded the heart bones, Su Musha came back to his senses.

Just as he was about to raise his feet, the tight door of the Taoist temple suddenly opened.

"The little girl Ah Qi, I have seen the Taoist and the Lord. ”

Su Musha had never seen this woman's appearance, and swept it directly with his divine sense, which was too rude, and the girl's voice alone made Su Musha's newly recovered state of mind instantly lost in the sound of obscurity.

Airplanes!

When Su Musha was losing his mind, in the sea of consciousness, there was suddenly a gray Taoist sound, and for a moment, Su Musha's body was cold, and then he recalled the voice of this girl named Ah Qi, and it was no longer as tempting as before, but seemed flat.

Enchantment.

The moment he recovered, Su Musha knew that he had fallen into the Tao of this woman, and was almost pulled into the illusion by her voice, this is a very clever charm, not to tempt with skin and flesh, but to go deep into Su Musha's Dao heart, if he is on the Tao, many illusions in front of Su Musha, will be mistaken for real, and even die in bliss!

Su Musha couldn't help but think of the old man in the Colorful Mountain before.

He once opened his mouth directly and said the word "death", but it made the pseudo-immortal of the heavenly dome really think that he was dead, and fell directly to the altar, sprinkling the golden divine blood.

Su Musha had a hunch that if this woman named Ah Qi cultivated her charm to a profound realm, she was afraid that she would be able to reach such a realm of truth.

Restraining his thoughts, Su Musha had been welcomed into the Taoist temple by Han Shanzi.

It's just a two-entry courtyard, and after the Su curtain is seated, Hanshanzi lit the incense in the room.

The smell of incense was surprisingly good, even in such a snow-capped Taoist temple, Su Musha felt warmth surging from his heart and lungs.

Along with the warmth comes a lethargic urge.

It seemed like a long time, whether it was practicing in the Hanging Moon Demon Sect or wandering in the Lingman Mountain, the fatigue of a long time of cultivation came to Su Musha's heart at this moment.

Incense is poisonous.

Su Musha pretended to be intoxicated, took a deep breath of smoke, and showed a flush on his sickly pale face.

Su Mu's eyes were calm, and his empty gaze fell on Han Shanzi, but there was qi and blood surging in his body, and the medicinal power of incense had already been scattered by the dragon in his qi and blood.

"Hanshanzi Daoyou really have leisure, Hanshan is so high, but Daoyou stand the dojo here, and there is really a feeling of being cold in a high place. ”

Su Musha's hoarse voice was indescribably low, as if he was tired, sleepy, and wanted to fall asleep.

There was a slight smile in Yin Zhi's voice, "Yuanyou Daoyou said that he laughed, but a casual cultivation, where is the mountain not a mountain, where is the cultivation not a practice? It's just that from the first day of refining qi, there is no turning back, you are stronger and stronger, others will kill you, if you want to retire from the red dust, it is difficult to keep the friends who laughed yesterday, but they will turn their heads and stare at you, and when you are shackled in a certain realm, the day when your qi and blood decay, he will turn around and find you with a red face, draw your soul, take your soul, boil your bones, and refine your corpse......"

At the beginning, there may have been some false clichés in Han Shanzi's words, but as if he was talking about his own sore spots, he felt nostalgic, took a sip of tea, and continued,

"If we are weaker than others, in the eyes of others, you are a treasure of heaven and earth that has been cultivated for decades and hundreds of years! On the one hand, I want to kill you, and on the other hand, I want to tell you, killing you today and becoming my Tao, it is your creation, you say...... There is no such creation in the world!"

Han Shanzi drank the teacup for a long time, and suddenly laughed again, "Daoist friends are smiling, poor Dao was in retreat some time ago, and he has not seen a living person for more than 30 years, so he shouldn't talk about this for a while...... Ah Qi! ”

didn't give Su Musha a chance to speak, Han Shanzi greeted him, and Ah Qi stroked the guqin on the side.

The afterglow of the Dao sound echoed in the Mud Pill Palace, and Su Musha only felt that the enchanting sound invaded towards the divine soul, but it was shattered by the Dao sound in an instant, and fell into Su Musha's ears, only the original tone of the piano sound.

Falling into the mortal dust, it can be regarded as a music and rhythm master, if you live in the Changhe Painting Boat, I am afraid that it will also make people spend a lot of money.

It's a pity that Su Musha has been busy with practice for a long time, and this music rhythm has a bit of meaning for the cow to play the piano.

Su Musha also knew in his heart that Ah Qi was still seducing himself.

The strong tea was placed in front of Su Musha, and it did not move from beginning to end, and Su Musha lay on the wooden chair, which was a little drunk.

Han Shanzi saw it in his eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes added a smile.

A subtle and even voice came from Su Musha's mouth and nose, and Han Shanzi shouted a few more times, "Yuan Youzi Daoyou", but did not get a response from Su Musha's here, Han Shanzi waved his hand and stopped Ah Qi's piano sound.

"Is that him? let's not catch the wrong person...... That one blames it, I'm afraid that the cold mountain will be leveled!"

This is Ah Qi's voice.

"Can't be wrong, the black robe, the blind man, in the forest of a thousand mountains, except for these familiar old immortals, how many years have no one else come? As long as you send him over, we won't be able to reward him!"

"I'm a little confused, that good and dignified one, who has moved nearly half of the scattered cultivation of the forest of a thousand mountains, just for such a stunned young man who can't even build a foundation?"

"Whatever, that person's temperament, you don't know, one day I moved the entire forest of a thousand mountains, I won't be surprised to find a rabbit with red eyes!

Han Shanzi's voice was a little impatient at the end, and beckoned Ah Qi to tie up Su Musha.

The girl had already walked in, and Su Musha, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her eyes, and her empty eyes had a terrifying coolness.

"Where are you going to send Su? Who is that person? Su Mou...... Really curious!"

Rumble!

In response to Su Musha's sentence, it was Han Shanzi's palm that contained the true qi of building the foundation.

Su Musha intuitively felt that the fishy wind was blowing on his face, and the foul smell like a carrion corpse came from Han Shanzi's body, accompanied by the palm wind, and roared towards Su Musha.

Su Mu covered his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows.

It's a corpse!