It's another year of early spring.

The yellow grass burrowed out of the black earth, and the tall trees pulled out their tender green shoots.

Qingniu Mountain seems to be clothed in a layer of green, and wildflowers are dotted everywhere, making the breath of spring more and more intense.

On the top of Qingniu Mountain, above the sea of clouds, a long figure stood up, looking at the east with his hands in his hands.

As the sun slowly rose in the east, his body radiated a rich golden light.

It wasn't until the sun rose that the golden light faded away and was absorbed into the body.

From time to time, a breeze hit, blowing his long hair fluttering, his robe hunting and shaking, and the clouds flew by, as if he would ride the wind and drive away at any time, and his demeanor was like a fairy.

Suddenly, the man's hand was raised, and a golden light rolled up a dead branch and fell into his palm.

He used dead wood instead of a sword, the sword was in his hand, his hand was with him, his body was at will, and when his mind moved, a spring rain was silent, and a rain of light shot into a bluestone in the distance.

The bluestone suddenly appeared with dense holes, and then, a young bud grew, and then grew rapidly, bursting through the bluestone, and in a blink of an eye, it became a tree several meters high.

As soon as the sword moves changed, the last form of the Four Seasons Swordsmanship Ten Thousand Miles of Ice Envoy came out.

The sword rises and flirts, more than a dozen snowflakes fly to the trees, at the moment of contact with the trees, the surface of the trees suddenly appears a piece of hoarfrost, just in an instant, more than a dozen trees are ice trees, crystal clear, the surrounding water vapor in front of the ice tree condensed into pieces of water mist, forming a small ice forest, white and beautiful, cold mist, like a dream.

After a set of sword dances, the figure fell lightly to the ground like a butterfly, without raising a single trace of dust.

Glancing at the ice forest, the man nodded in satisfaction, and then with a wave of his hand, the dead wood in his palm shot into an ice tree.

With a crisp click, a crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the ice tree, and then exploded with a bang, and the rest of the ice trees were affected and exploded one after another.

In an instant, the forest of ice trees vanished, leaving only the ground covered with snow and ice.

The man put his hands behind his back and turned away, revealing a gentle young face.

As he walked, the boy picked up firewood in the mountains.

The young man is very picky about collecting firewood, although it is all dead wood, but the surface of the dead wood he picks is quite smooth, if you smell it carefully, there is a faint fragrance lingering.

After gathering enough firewood, the boy walked towards the mountains.

After walking along the path for about a cup of tea, the young man came to a bamboo hut and shouted, "Senior brother, are you ready?"

"Alright, alright. A sound as thick as a bell and drum sounded, and then an extremely tall and strong man rushed out.

The strong man is eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth, a heroic face, holding a basin in his left hand, which contains three pickled chickens, and a large basin in his right hand, which contains a bunch of things, including shrimp, diced meat, shiitake mushrooms, and so on.

The strong man's words showed dissatisfaction: "Senior brother, you came back too late today, when will you be able to eat this?"

"I've packed up all the chickens, you can do it quickly. ”

The young man smiled: "Okay, good, just do it, just do it." ”

As he spoke, he put down the firewood, walked to the stove on the side, lit the fire, heated the pot, poured in the oil, and after the oil smoked, he began to stir-fry the shrimp, diced meat, shiitake mushrooms, and bamboo shoots.

The boy looked at the pot carefully, and there was a faint blue light in his eyes, but when he saw that the aura in the pot was gradually becoming stronger, he turned out the fire, divided the stir-fried vegetables into three parts, and put them in the belly of the marinated chicken.

Then the outside of the chicken was coated with a layer of oil, wrapped in large leaves, covered with a layer of mud, and then buried underneath.

After covering the soil layer about a finger deep, the young man pressed the firewood he had picked up on it, and called out to the strong man, "Senior brother, light the fire." ”

For this process, the strong man has long been very familiar with it.

The strong man pinched the seal with his hand, pressed his thumb on his index finger, and then saw a fire ignite on his index finger, and with a flick of it, the flame instantly shot out and hit the firewood, and the firewood suddenly burned violently.

The young man on the side saw that the fire was burning vigorously, and instructed: "The fire is not too big, you look at it, I will make a few more dishes, and the master will come back today." ”

"The master is coming back today? Why don't I know? The master is just biased, he tells you everything, and never tells me. The strong man plucked the firewood with his hands, dissatisfied with the authenticity.

The young man smiled: "Who made me your second senior brother, don't tell me about this senior brother, do you still want to tell you about this senior brother?"

"You....... Forget it, I can't talk about you. ”

"However, senior brother, why did you say why the master left for so long this time, it's been almost half a year, and the senior sister, she disappeared two years ago, the master likes you, and when the master comes back, you ask, what did they do, it's mysterious, and they don't even tell our two apprentices. ”

A trace of worry appeared in the young man's eyes when he heard this, since a stranger came to the mountains a few years ago, the master had been going out frequently, and when he came back, the worry on his face became more and more intense.

He once asked what was going on, but the master just said that telling him would not help, and let him cultivate well.

When the master said this, he didn't want to ask any more, but he had a faint bad premonition.

It seems that his premonition has been fulfilled, half a year ago, the master left suddenly, and he didn't even say hello, leaving only a piece of jade slip with a voice.

The jade slip did not explain the reason for the master's departure, but still let them cultivate well.

In order not to worry him and his junior disciples, the master would explain to them first every time he left, and admonish them to practice well before leaving.

But what happened last time, that the master left without even saying hello?

Seeing that the young man didn't reply, the strong man shouted, "Senior brother, I'll talk to you." ”

"Ahh

"I said, when the master is back, you can ask him, what did he and the senior sister do? Why didn't you even tell us. ”

"Oh. The boy replied absentmindedly.

Seeing that the young man's expression was wrong, the strong man couldn't help but say: "Senior brother, this master is coming back, why are you still absent-minded, let the master see it, and I have to teach you a lesson." ”

As soon as the strong man's words fell, a wind suddenly came from the mountains.

The next moment, a figure appeared in front of the two of them.

In front of him was a middle-aged man, with a thin body, a pair of eyes that seemed to contain thousands of stars, and his body was full of an indescribable mysterious temperament, which was the master in the mouths of the two.

The two of them were slightly stunned, and then their faces appeared happy and said loudly: "Master." ”

But then, the young man's face changed, and he said in surprise: "Master, you, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, I saw that most of the middle-aged man's hair was white, and his face was a little pale, and there was no blood.