At the bottom of the cliff, Xueluo was meditating and practicing, when suddenly his ears trembled as if he heard someone shouting about him, and then he opened his eyes and woke up, muttering: "Something strange! Why do I seem to hear someone shouting at me?"

He smiled bitterly, "I must have heard a human voice for a long time, hallucination!" shook his head and continued to practice.

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Lu Xueqing ran to the bottom of the mountain like crazy, took the horse back and ran towards Hangzhou City, as soon as she saw someone, she stopped and asked if she had seen a young man who looked like a beggar. A beautiful woman like Lu Xueqing asked someone, of course some people were happy to answer, Lu Xueqing asked and looked for it at the same time, as long as it was a beggar's, Lu Xueqing had to run to observe it, and the result was hope again and again, and then disappointed to despair again and again.

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The years shuttle like water, like water and never return, in the blink of an eye, it is already the winter four years later, the snow is falling, on the official road of Nanyang, Lu Xueqing is walking on a horse, this is the fourth year of looking for the snow to fall, and there is still nothing, Lu Xueqing's tired eyes have a layer of confusion of longing.

In the past four years, a lot of things have happened in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, and the remnants of the Condor Sect have appeared in the Central Plains Martial Arts again, and they have swaggered into the Henan territory, and the Condor Sect has not slaughtered innocents as before, but has appeared in front of the martial arts people with another face, and the other factions have seen that the Condor Sect is so peaceful, and they do not want to make a big move again to provoke war, after all, as long as the war is fought together, it must be a river of blood,

However, a few people are different, as long as they meet the Condor Sect, whoever can kill will never be soft, that is Ouyang Po and Lu Manchen, and now Lu Xueqing, Lu Xueqing has a nickname in the rivers and lakes, Ice and Snow Beauty, and it is an ice and snow beauty with high martial arts, she can be called a female devil who kills people without blinking, if anyone who does not see Lu Xueqing's beauty and goes to tease and slander, there is basically no good end, and it is absolutely dead and can not die again.

Ouyang Po also broke out of a bold nickname, a cold-faced killer, as long as he meets a wicked person, he is absolutely desperate to kill the other party before he is willing, unless he really can't beat him and run away, he has been fulfilling that promise.

Chenyu also disappeared, and after waiting for three years without seeing Brother Xue come back, Chenyu ran away and ran away secretly, leaving only a letter to Master and Mother, saying that he was going to the rivers and lakes to find Brother Xue and his cousin.

Chenyu did not live up to Duguyang's high expectations, and practiced all the things Duguyang taught, but the internal force couldn't keep up, in a few years, Chenyu was slim and elegant, delicate and glamorous, and Lu Xueqing's appearance did not fall at all, and the delicate expression on his face and Lu Xueqing's ice and snow face can be described as peony and lily.

A small temple appeared in front of her, and Lu Xueqing kicked the horse under her and walked forward. There was no one in the small temple, only a statue of Buddha standing in the temple, dusty all over, and there were many cobwebs.

After Lu Xueqing picked up those spider webs with a sword, she randomly cleaned a small place for herself to rest, then lit a pile of firewood to keep warm, and took out some dry food to eat.

The snow is vast outside, in such a big snowy day, there are basically very few people walking in these places, but there is an old monk walking slowly towards the small temple with a piece of wood, the old monk is very old, his eyebrows and beard are snow-white, and the deep wrinkles on his face write his age, the old monk walked into the temple, and saw Lu Xueqing sitting on the ground resting, and said with a Buddha shout: "The old man is polite, I wonder if the female donor can let the old man bake the fire together?"

Lu Xueqing glanced at the old monk, ignored him, and ate the baked cakes in her hands. The old monk smiled slightly, although he had not received Lu Xueqing's consent, he had already sat down to keep warm.

Lu Xueqing turned her face to look at the old monk, and suddenly felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it. The old monk smiled, "Female donor, we have met. ”

Although Lu Xueqing was curious, she rarely spoke to others because she had frozen her heart in the past few years, so she didn't speak. The old monk smiled slightly, "I remember that four years ago, Lao Qu chanted Buddha for a few months in the small temple of Changle, and it rained that day, and several donors went to the small temple where Lao Qu was located to take shelter from the rain. ”

The old monk looked at Lu Xueqing after speaking. Lu Xueqing's eyes flashed, and she also remembered who this old monk was, but she didn't mean to talk to the old monk, so she still ate by herself. The old monk smiled kindly, "The poor monk's law is a little clear, I want to persuade the female donor to say two words, I wonder if the female donor is willing to talk to the old man?"

At this time, Lu Xueqing spoke, but her voice was very cold: "If you have something to say, say it directly." ”

This old monk is one of the three masters of Xueluo in Xuyun's mouth, and he said with a smile: "Fate is predestined, the origin and extinction are only in the heart, the female donor is enchanted for love, it is really unwise, you must know that everything is life, but the female donor is like grass under the sword, so the poor monk is only afraid that the female donor will fall deeper and deeper, until finally fall into the abyss and unable to extricate himself, the person you want to find, when it should appear, it will appear, and when it should not appear, it will naturally disappear, even if you find the person you are looking for, what will happen?" If he saw you so cruel, what do you think he would think of you?"

Lu Xueqing said lightly: "I handle my own affairs by myself, I don't need you to say it, what's more, if people don't come to provoke me, I will kill them?"

"But you can't take someone's life just because they offend someone a little?

Lu Xueqing sneered and said, "If you are greedy when you see my beauty, why kill me? Staying in the world is just a scourge, don't you Buddhists pay attention to cause and effect? That is the cause they have and the fruit they have planted." ”

A little noise Buddha said: "Female donor, your murderous intent is too heavy! If you continue like this, it will also be a harm to yourself, why don't you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?"

Lu Xueqing said with a cold face: "Don't tell me those useless things, you want me to put down the butcher knife?" Yes, you send people from the whole martial arts to help me find the snow, and I will naturally stop killing no one again, otherwise, as long as it provokes me a little, I will never let it go." ”

Diantong shook his head and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't have that ability!"

Lu Xueqing said: "Then don't tell me any big reason, if there is nothing to do, leave me immediately, otherwise..."

A little channel.."The poor monk only wants to dissuade the female donor from being kind, in order to free your demons, today the poor monk came to do not want to see the female donor and then kill innocent people, so he came to persuade, if the female donor still does her own thing, then the poor monk has to be rude to the female donor. ”

Lu Xueqing sneered.."Then there's nothing to say, since you want to stop me, it depends on how you behave?"

A little noise was heard, and the Buddha shouted: "The poor monk is offended." Then he slapped his palm on the ground and threw himself at Lu Xueqing with a punch. Lu Xueqing turned over and let go of a little punch, stretched out his hand, pulled out his sword, and made a move to wind through the head of the traceless wing, and the sword momentum came like wind and lightning.

Diantong hurriedly leaned back, avoided Lu Xueqing's sword with an iron plate bridge, and then turned over and turned over a somersault more than a meter away, rubbed his body and threw himself at Lu Xueqing again, and a move Jinta Arhat hit Lu Xueqing's right hand holding the sword.

Lu Xueqing hurriedly collected her body and retreated to the door, then turned around and walked out of the small temple. One move hit the air, turned around and chased out, and the two came to the snow outside to fight.