At this time, snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky, and they rose one after another, bringing a strange warmth to this solemn winter night.

After drinking a few cups, the father and son stood quietly in the Shanshui Pavilion, staring at the heavy snow outside, as if they had seen the past years again.

The four fields were pitch black and silent, except for the howling cold wind, there was only the gurgling sound of the stream.

About half an hour later, the distant mountains were covered with a thick layer of snow, covered in silver, which made people sigh.

"Father, you expected this to be today, right?What should the child do?" He Fansong turned his head to look at his father's old face, and a complicated thought flashed in his heart.

He Yinuo didn't answer him immediately, the cold wind was howling, the coolness was pressing, he wrapped the coat on his body tighter, and after a moment of silence, he only said lightly, "The snow is ruthless, the cold is in the bone marrow, how many travelers are hiding under the big tree at this moment, in the abandoned house, curling up, trying their best to retain the warmth on their bodies, and curling this bad weather in their hearts." And when they see the warm sunshine of the next day, they can't help but be amazed by the magnificence of this world. Song'er, we believe that you will be able to get through this difficult time, and you will always be the pride of me and your mother!"

He Fansong looked at He Yinuo, nodded, and after a while, he showed a faint smile and said slowly, "Thank you, father!"

He Yinuo patted his broad and thick shoulders, and also let out a knowing smile.

Then He Fansong took out a fist-sized bead from his arms, handed it to his father and said, "Father, this thing is a gift from the friends of the immortal cultivators to the child, and it can accommodate several people. ”

The two talked for a while, but after a long time, He Yinuo's aged legs and feet could no longer resist the invasion of the cold, so he returned to the house with the support of He Fansong.

It's late at night, and people are not young.

A few days passed, and everyone up and down of the True Path knew the news, and in an instant, the news was loud and everyone was in danger. Everywhere you go, you can see groups of people huddled together, talking a lot, and people are panicking.

And at this moment, several first disciples gathered all their disciples and gathered on the huge martial field, all waiting for the arrival of their master, and at this moment, only his appearance could give them comfort.

He Fansong came to them, his face was calm, he was not in danger, there was no tension and anxiety at the moment of the great enemy, he looked at the first disciple beside him, and even the housekeeper and servant, etc., and said to them, "You all join the team." ”

Everyone said yes, and they entered, and he was the only one outside the team.

He looked at everyone, looking at the cultivation path that he had single-handedly run for so many years, and he felt a burst of emotion in his heart. Thirty years have passed in a flash, and everything has long been a matter of right and wrong, and he said loudly: "All the disciples listen to the order, those who have old parents in the family are listed! Those who have wives and children in the family are listed!

The crowd was noisy, and after a while, nearly half of the people walked out of the original line and came to the side, they looked left and right, their faces were confused, and they didn't know why.

"All the disciples who came out of the ranks received a full amount of silver taels, forgot their identities, returned home, and lived a stable life. The rest of the disciples will stay with me to guard the cultivation of the truth, and if there are those who are timid, they can also go out, and they can also return to the village, and I will not do anything to stop them. Your life is in your own hands, and I will not interfere!"

He Fansong's majestic voice came into everyone's ears, and everyone didn't understand his master's intention until this moment, they looked at each other, but the crowd fell silent in an instant.

He Fan let go of his hands and waited quietly, giving them enough time to make their own decisions.

Half a pillar of incense time passed, and none of the people who did not come out of the queue came out again, but the people who came out of the column returned to the team one after another, with a resolute expression on their faces.

"Master, thanks to your careful teachings for so many years, I, Lu Hui, am ignorant and slow, and I have not been able to appreciate the true meaning of martial arts, but you have always treated me as before, and I am even more meticulous in life, although I am stupid, but I know how to be grateful, for so many years, we have been in the same boat through thick and thin, why can't we live and die together today? Master, please leave me behind!" The disciple named Lu Hui had an excited face, his words were sonorous and powerful, and as soon as the words fell, he knelt on the ground.

Then, before He Fansong could respond, one after another, everyone knelt on the ground in an instant, and said in unison, "Master, please leave me! Master, please leave me! Master, please leave me!"

All of them, with the determination to see death as home, are impassioned!

He Fansong looked at all the disciples in front of him, the resoluteness and fearlessness on their faces, and their hearts were also moved, he often said in a breath, "I am He Mou, He De, how can I, thank you in advance today!" He bowed deeply to everyone, and then, said loudly, "Come on, bring all the wine, today we have no master and apprentice, only brothers, do not get drunk and do not return, swear to defend the true way!"

"Swear to defend the true way of cultivation! Defend the true way of cultivation to the death,,," The voice echoed in the sky, with excitement and determination to see death as home.

The wind is howling, the clouds are rolling, and at this moment, even the sky is moving.

The snow was piling up, as if it was a bit dreary, and the originally clear sky suddenly darkened. In the distance, under the sky, there is a team of people and horses coming from the sky, mighty and fierce, at this moment, the soldiers are coming to the city!

He Fansong looked in the direction of the enemy, his eyes showed a fierce light, at this moment, he knew that it would come sooner or later. He is not a person who cultivates immortals, so he can't perceive what kind of existence these people exist in the immortal path, and no matter what, the gap between people who cultivate immortals and people who practice martial arts is like a chasm, which is difficult to cross, he knows this in his heart, so the moment he decided to stay, he was already determined to see death as home. This is the career he pursued all his life, a lifetime of perseverance, only here can he gain spiritual freedom, understand the meaning of life, and understand the true meaning of life, so he will swear to abide by it.

The group of people stopped in the air thirty zhang away from them, and from the moment they stopped, a Dao power belonging to the Immortal Dao quickly spread from their bodies, enveloping all the cultivators in an instant.

In just a moment, nearly half of the disciples collapsed to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, their faces painful, and they cried out with their heads in their arms. And only He Fansong was still calm, calm, standing in front of the disciples, like a solid barrier.

"It's too weak, it's just vulnerable, and the power of such ants dares to be praised, it's really a joke, hahaha!" Cultivating immortals and horses is also divided into levels, the front five people are the leader, and the rear is hundreds, the cultivation level is uneven, and the magic weapons are even more mixed, at this moment, one of the five people in the first place sneered with disdain. He was dressed as a scholar, holding a paper fan, and he looked weak.

As soon as his words came out, hundreds of people behind him laughed, their faces were joking, and they couldn't wait, as if the slaughter soon after was their greatest pleasure.

"Let go of my disciples, I am the creator of the True Path, everything here is my responsibility, and it has nothing to do with them!" He Fansong looked at the smiling and ugly faces of these people, and felt a pang of disgust in his heart, as if in their eyes, everyone was just their dolls, tools to please.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the other of the first five people seemed to have a little spirit on his face, and said with interest, "Baixiangzi, isn't there another person, how about leaving it to you?" You don't want to beat it, let everyone laugh, haha!" The other four people all laughed when they heard this.

The scholar who was called Baixiangzi was instantly gloomy, but he didn't dare to attack, his cultivation was the weakest among the five people, so he also became the target of bullying by the rest, he snorted, looked at He Fansong with a gloomy face, and the murderous intent in his eyes was full of murder, wanting to vent the anger in his heart on him.

Baixiangzi's figure quickly shifted, and in the eyes of mortals, it flashed in an instant, came to He Fansong's body, and grabbed his neck with his hand without the slightest reaction!

"Inferior martial arts practitioners, I want you to see what power is!" Then his left hand Dao method worked, and he turned his palm into a fist, wanting to blast into He Fansong's chest, but when he looked at the other party, he found that there was no fear in the other party's eyes, which made his heart stunned.

And in this moment, He Fansong, in his self-righteous and completely defenseless situation, converged his internal force to his arms, combined his index finger and middle finger, pressed it on his chest, opened up the acupoint, and finally turned his left hand into a palm, his right hand into a fist, and a palm and a fist slammed on the acupoint, all of which was only in an instant.

Bai Xiangzi was shocked in his heart, let go of his palm, and forcibly pulled away several positions with He Fansong, but at this moment, he felt that there was a cold current in his chest spreading towards his whole body, and even his own Dao method could not completely stop its rapid spread.

"You, who the hell are you? You are just a mere martial artist, lowly and humble, how can you have this kind of power?" Baixiangzi was shocked, and forcibly operated his cultivation to repair the damage inside.

"Hmph, the immortal path and the martial arts are all the way, you are just a poor person on the road of cultivation, sitting in the well and watching the sky, how can you understand the avenue!" He Fan had a sarcastic face, standing between the immortals and fans like a god, and at this moment he was domineering.

"This mortal is a little interesting, I want it!" said one of the other four, one of the one-eyed people, with a deep interest on his face, and his eyes shining brightly, muttering to himself.

And Baixiangzi in the field has already recovered at this moment, and he is furious in his heart, making him make a fool of himself in front of so many people, and mocking himself in front of so many people, this time, he must break the other party's body into thousands of pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart!

He sacrificed the paper fan magic weapon, opened the folding fan, and fanned it in front of him, and suddenly a strong wind appeared, and the strong wind turned into countless black secret needles in an instant, stabbing towards He Fansong with severe poison.