Shenzhou, a snowy land covered with snow all year round.

The snow-capped mountains are continuous, and on an ordinary hill, the black-robed man who returned from the town slowly climbed the mountain, the wind blew the snow, and the man's black hair turned white.

The man's footsteps were slow, and he carefully admired the scenery along the way, but after twenty years, it seemed that the place had not changed at all.

In a snow-capped cave, the white-haired old man in a white robe sits on the edge of Tan Water with his eyes closed, holding a fishing rod, the pool water is not rippling, smooth as a mirror, the water is empty, clear and bright, only the sun in the sky is reflected in the water through the top of the cave.

The pool water ripples faintly!

"Disciple Zhang San, knock to see the master. ”

After returning from the town, the man who walked up the mountain step by step knelt at the entrance of the cave, the white swaying snow and the black robe became more and more conspicuous.

The old man opened his eyes, still with his back to the man, and asked, "Have you figured it out in the past ten years?"

The man did not reply immediately, stood up, walked to the old man's side, and threw the snowball that he had pinched out when he was leisurely going up the mountain into the pool, making a splash. Looking at the old man in white beside him, it seemed that after twenty years, the master had become older.

The master and apprentice looked at each other, and the man chuckled, walked to the old man's side, and gently dusted the wind and snow on the master's shoulder.

"In the past, you helped me carry all the troubles, but now that you are a handful of years, you can save your worries, besides..."

The man laughed, "Is what I did wrong?"

The white-robed old man turned his head to look at his disciple, "Others don't know, they don't understand, what about you? Don't you understand it now?"

"You are different from others, can you afford to wait, do you have to go against the trend now?"

The man did not answer, and straightened the master's clothes.

At the entrance of the cave, the man buried his long hair in the snow, kowtowed three times to the old man, and got up to leave, "It's a pity, this time I can't go out to give you a long face in the name of the sacred mountain." ”

Tan water rippled, the old man closed his eyes and sighed softly.

On the top of the snowy mountain, there are three little snowmen, lifelike, Zhang San squatted in the snow, pinched the snow into snow pieces, and never got tired of it.

This is a few of their favorite games when they were children, originally Zhang San loved to build a snowman, but whenever he piled it, there would be a figure who quietly walked in, kicked the snowman to pieces, of course, after kicking, it was indispensable to let Zhang San press in the snow and beat it.

Thinking of the funny story of his childhood, the man smiled.

In the wind and snow, a woman in a white robe wearing exactly the same as the old man walked slowly, graceful many times, with bright teeth and bright eyebrows.

The woman in a white robe walked up to Zhang San, squatted down, and said softly, "You're back?"

Turning his head to look at the woman who was higher than his name, Zhang San chuckled and said, "Wang Er, why haven't you seen you for so many years, you have become stupid, of course it is me, otherwise who is in front of you?"

Wang Er also pinched up the snow cubes, and his skills were skillful.

"Do you know? Since you were punished by your master twenty years ago, I have been the only one left in the huge snow-capped mountain. ”

Zhang San picks up the snow and smashes a snowman.

"What about him?"

"After you left, he said that this snow-capped mountain was boring, so he also left, and he never came back for twenty years. ”

Wang Er also threw a snowball over, and was completely smashed by the shattered snowman smashed by Zhang San.

This is all a woman alone for so many years.

The cycle repeats, day and night.

The wind and snow were strong, blowing Wang Er's hair, Wang Er looked at the side face of the man in front of him, and said emotionally: "You have been gone for twenty years, I am not afraid, but what I am afraid of." ”

"Are you still leaving?"

With the light snowflakes in the sky, the woman with eyes as cold as moonlight forcibly turned the noisy place where the wind and snow were blown into a quiet place that could only accommodate her and Zhang San.

Zhang San lowered his head and remained silent.

A man and a woman, in the wind and snow, squatted on the snow, silent, staring at each other.

"Wang Er, I said it's been a long time, you look much better than before, this water-eyed mountain eyebrows, immortal jade-colored, no wonder we call it Shenshan, it's really a water and soil to raise a person. ”

Zhang San stood up, patted his body, and shook the snow.

The woman who was praised by the man did not get up, nor did she smile, but just lowered her head, and under the sad woman between her eyebrows, the snow was sunken and changed color, and she exhaled heavily, and the woman smiled bitterly: "Are you coming back?"

Zhang San didn't answer, looked at the snow-capped mountains, and asked, "Wang Er, you said that we have been in this sacred mountain since we were children, how many years?"

Wang Er's voice was a little hoarse, "It's been more than twenty years. ”

Gently rubbing Wang Er's head and rubbing his hair all over his head, Zhang San sighed lightly, "Yes, it's been more than 20 years." ”

On the snowy mountain, the black-robed man stretched out his hand.

"Then I'll borrow twenty years of wind and snow from Mount Kinabalu, it's not too much!"

The entire snow-capped mountain, the wind was howling, and the snow was all over the sky, all rushing towards Zhang San's hands!

Twenty years of snow gathered into a long sword in the wind!

Zhang San just went up the mountain and went down the mountain, with twenty years of wind and snow on the sacred mountain!

In the snow-capped cave, the water in the pond was turbulent, feeling the sword qi rushing through the sky on the sacred mountain, the old man in the white robe was stunned, hesitated again and again, and the old man in the white robe finally put down the fishing rod that had not left his hand for 20 years, and his divine thoughts merged into a stone tablet.

"Criminals Zhang San, rebel from the sacred mountain!"

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In the small courtyard of Sun's Mansion, Sun Gongzi was drinking sullen wine alone.

In the restaurant, it is discredited, not to mention that the friendship with Xu Yu and Tang Shu for many years is gone, and his ugly face in the restaurant has been looked at by the dignitaries and dignitaries in the town. Although those people are also selfish, it doesn't prevent them from sneering now, "Look, it turns out that Sun Gongzi is such a person!"

The man who was drinking sneering laughed at himself, "Is it wrong? Is it wrong for me to want to enter the eyes of the immortal master, worship the immortal gate, and never live a mortal life again?"

"To kill or not to kill that child is death, is it wrong for him to fulfill me if he dies?"

"I can't see current affairs clearly, and those who know the times are handsome, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and finally an immortal master is willing to accept me as an apprentice, is it wrong to pay some price?"

"Why was it me who was wrong in the end!"

Sun Gongzi was furious and threw the flask to the ground.

"Because you're wrong. ”

The thin old man in the restaurant, Ma Chengxin, walked into the courtyard so leisurely, and the old man smiled at Sun Gongzi and said, "Don't you invite me to sit down?"

Sun Gongzi sneered: "What's the matter, the immortal master didn't think it was enough to tease me, and came to tease me again?"

Ma sincerely shook his head and sat opposite Sun Gongzi, "What kind of tricks are you talking about, not only are you wrong, I am also wrong." ”

Sun Gongzi was surprised and said, "Why did the immortal master say this?"

Ma said sincerely: "The matter of the restaurant, I have murderous intentions, but now that I think about it, it is just a murder, my heart has been blinded by hatred, after being robbed of treasure by the people of Ziyun Mountain and killing my companions, I hate these people, cause and effect are entangled, so I destroyed Ziyun Mountain." ”

"But in the restaurant, I have become the person I hate the most, what is the difference between me and the person who snatched the treasure and killed people in Ziyun Mountain? Now I say these things in hindsight, but fortunately, someone asked me to stop the precipice at that time, so I didn't make a big mistake, and I am telling you this today, not to tease and play, but to think, you are the same as me, you need someone to remind me, I am blinded by hatred, what about you?

"I want to worship under the Immortal Master because I also want to be that high-ranking and immeasurable cultivator!"

"I want the Sun family to see that a collateral concubine can also be stronger than the lineage bloodline that the family focuses on cultivating!"

"Admired!Yes, I can do anything for this, but no immortal master looks down on himself, only..."

Sun Gongzi laughed miserably, only the people of Linanzhen could afford to look down on him. He is usually humble and polite, helping the people to communicate with Nanxin, Xinnan, and building Linan Town, so the people in the town can afford to look down on themselves, and they sincerely call him Sun Gongzi and thank him for his goodness, so why does he look down on the people in this town, and only want the immortals to look down on it?

Ma sincerely left, leaving Sun Gongzi alone in place.

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Early in the morning, Dong Nanyan sat up in a daze, looking in a trance, just now, he had a dream.

In the dream, the blacksmith uncle turned into a young and handsome man, dressed in a black robe, sitting in front of the boy's bed.

The blacksmith uncle, who had a very different image from the past, told him: "Xiao Dong, I'm leaving the town." ”

"Don't worry, since I promised you last night, then I won't break my promise. I will leave three sticks of incense, and as long as you burn the incense and pray sincerely, they will be blessed in the next life. ”

Dong Nanyan wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't move, as if everything around him was nothing, and only the man in front of him really existed.

The man continued: "I know that Old Man Dong will tell you before he dies that he will come to the blacksmith shop to find me and change his life. ”

The man's expression was complicated, "Xiao Dong, do you believe in your fate?"

Dong Nanyan wanted to nod, but couldn't.

With his hands on his knees, the man who was thought by Old Man Dong could change Dong's unspeakable life sighed: "To tell you the truth, I can't help you change your life!"

"Your life is very special, if you want to change your life, you must become a cultivator yourself, and you must practice to a certain level, so that you can change your life. ”

"If you want to try it, I will teach you to practice, but you must know that even if you become a cultivator, once the ten-year period comes, if you cultivate to that realm, you will lose all your previous efforts, and your life will be inevitable!"

The man sighed again, "And there are no ten years left, there are still six years left." ”

"Of course, if you want to spend this time in peace, I can also let you have no worries about food and clothing, be rich and rich, and enjoy the world.

"In short, how you choose, how you live the rest of your life, is up to you. ”

Seeing Dong Nanyan's somewhat dim eyes, the man seemed to feel that it was a bit abrupt to say these things to a child, and said apologetically: "There are some things that will hurt people when they are said, but it will not help if you don't say them." ”

"How to choose, it's up to you, me..."

The man wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't say it.

took out a verdant hairpin from his bosom and put it at the head of the bed, and the man who had already stood up smiled: "Don't be in a hurry to answer me, you can think about it slowly, although I am leaving, someone will come to you in two days, and then you can tell him your decision." ”

"It's a little unfortunate to eat so much fish from you for no reason. ”

"Although this cyan hairpin is a worthless thing, it is also the fate of our acquaintance, so I will give it to you as a gift for you when you tie your hair. ”

"After all, after all these years, I can't help but feel sorry for eating so many fish from you. ”

Thinking of this, Dong Nanyan rubbed his eyes, and then hurriedly looked at the head of the bed.

A cyan hairpin was quietly placed on the head of the bed.

It's not a dream!

Dong Nanyan lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"My life?"

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It is extremely barren, and there are several mountains that are high in the sky, undulating and undulating.

One of the majestic peaks, hollowed out in the middle of the mountain, emits white light, like a bright moon hanging in the mountain.

A crystal throne made of white bones in the mountain is suspended in the air, and there is a woman lying lazily on the throne, and below the throne, the humanoid white bones are piled up into a mountain.

The woman was bored, and from time to time a white bone would fly from below to the woman's eyes, and then the woman pointed a little, and the white bone exploded, turned into fluorescent, and dissipated in the air.

Until a golden line swept across the sky in the distance, it came extremely fast, pierced straight into the "bright moon", and was pinched by the woman's two fingers.

A teleportation sword!

The throne rises and falls, slowly turning in the bright moon.

After reading the content, the woman sneered and pinched off the flying sword inch by inch.

The woman stood up on her throne and squinted to the southeast.

"I'm not going to make you feel better!"

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In the past few days, Dong has been thinking about it for a long time, but he still doesn't know how to choose.

I believe that no one wants to die, and of course Dong Nanyan is not willing, but, having said that, Dong Nanyan is not afraid of death!

The world is big, and the boy who is alone has lost everything, there is really nothing that cannot be lost, if there is, there is only this life left.

However, Dong Nanyan really didn't want to die, because the boy wanted to find out why he was a scourge that everyone hated, what did he do wrong, where were his parents, and why was he abandoned in this town?

These Dong Yanyan want to understand!

But after all, the boy is still not big, or the two choices given by the man make the boy hesitate.

Do you live a prosperous life and wait for death, or do you choose to change your life by practicing with little hope?

If you choose the former, then you don't have to worry about being hungry and full in the future, you can put on new clothes, repair the Dong family, repair the clothes and tombs of Grandpa Dong, Granny Liu, and the Cui family, and buy the best incense and tribute to worship those who suffered because of him.

In addition, you can also use the money to build a statue of the willow lady, and you can...

In short, if you choose the former, you should be able to live the rest of your life happily, wait for death carefree, and choose to accept your fate.

If he chooses the latter, it is to give it a go, and once he reaches the realm that Uncle Blacksmith said, he can live. But once you can't achieve it, you will still die, and all your efforts will be wasted!

Dong Nanyan didn't know how to practice, he hadn't seen anyone to practice, and he didn't know what he needed to practice, but it was not difficult for a young man to think that talent and extraordinary efforts were essential, otherwise wouldn't all living beings in the world be able to practice?

Knock knock!

While Dong was thinking about it, there was a knock at the door of the small courtyard.

"Whoever listened to me?"

Hurriedly ran out, and the young man who opened the door was surprised to see someone outside the door.

"Is that you?"