The wind and snow can hide the sour smell of vomiting, but it can't hide the smell of blood, the middle-aged Taoist is very tired of the Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside, but when he smells the blood wafting from the mountainside, his eyebrows and eyes are very stunned, a little surprised.

There are no words.

There is no explanation.

The middle-aged Taoist walked directly into the wind and snow, went to the mountainside, walked in a hurry, and returned with a cold face: "Xiaofan, greet all the fellow villagers, hurry up and pack up your things, the Taoist temple can't stay any longer." ”

Xia Pingfan vomited and said, "What?"

The middle-aged Taoist: "Move!

Ning Shi on the side was also surprised: "Are you going to leave now?"

The middle-aged Taoist's face was very cold, and his voice was very straight: "It's not me, it's all of you who are leaving, and no one can stay here." ”

Xia Pingfan straightened up suddenly, took a deep breath, and suppressed the vomiting sensation in his chest: "Why!"

The middle-aged Taoist twisted Xia Pingfan's ears: "Where are there so many, why are there so many, people will die, and if you don't leave, many people will die!"

The reaction of the spring night was slower than that of the middle-aged Taoist, and at this time, he also quietly tugged on Ning Shi's sleeve and snorted in the direction of the mountainside.

Ning Shi asked the middle-aged Taoist directly, "Did you find anything?"

The middle-aged Taoist pondered for a moment: "You won't want to know, let's go, wake everyone up, and go together." ”

Ning Shi looked at the wind and snow on this Zen Mountain: "How to go? Everyone has been tossing for a day, where is the strength, it is easy to go up the mountain, but it is difficult to go down." ”

Xia Pingfan turned his back and didn't look at Li Wutong's corpse, and said to his master, "Can you leave after dawn?"

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head: "There is no time." ”

Hundreds of fellows were woken up from their sleep, and the middle-aged Taoist did not tell everyone the real situation, but just asked everyone to set off before dawn.

Ning Shi was very confused, how could so many people go down the mountain?

Then I saw that Xia Pingfan was ordered by his master to tidy up those beddings, the two futons were connected end to end, and the bedding in Tzu Chi Temple was naturally complete, and the size and width were exactly the same.

Ning Shi had nothing to clean up, so he didn't fall asleep in the first place, so he went over to help.

"What are you doing with the futons tied together?" Ye Qingniao was very curious.

"Down the mountain. Xia Pingfan replied.

"The futon is not a magic weapon, and it won't fly by itself, roll down?" Ye Qingniao was even more puzzled.

"My master said that you can go down the mountain this way, then it will definitely work, my master never brags. Xia Pingfan clutched his chest, and finally relieved.

Zen Mountain before dawn.

The wind and snow are still very strong.

In the broken Taoist temple on the top of Zen Mountain, more than 200 bedding are connected to each other, connected together, and piled up in the other direction of the Taoist temple. Xia Pingfan's master seems to have written a note, and then folded the note into a dragonfly. The paper dragonfly flew into the air in the blink of an eye, then disappeared, and I don't know who the note was addressed to.

Xia Pingfan sorted out a lot of salutes, and even sorted out the pots and pans.

His master was very angry when he saw it: "Are you really going to move?"

Xia Pingfan: "Didn't you say it!"

The middle-aged Taoist looked like he hated iron but not steel: "Why did I end up with such a stupid apprentice as you." ”

Moving is just for outsiders.

Tzu Chi Temple has been wiped out, and it will be dangerous if you don't go to the Taoist Temple, Li Wutong is a wind catcher, he died on the top of Zen Mountain, and the Ghost Valley must be investigated.

The middle-aged Taoist is very powerful.

But he has only one person, at most he brings his own apprentices, and his two fists are hard to beat with four hands, this is the reality.

Again.

The monk closed the mountain in troubled times, and the Taoist priest was going down the mountain in troubled times, and the middle-aged Taoist's real name was Xia Shan, so he had to go down the mountain.

You can't go the way you came.

It is best to go in the other direction over the Zen Mountain, and the middle-aged Taoist is the slightly steeper southeast peak, because this peak is more windy and snowy, and the snow covers the side peaks and has a thick layer.

The middle-aged Taoist pointed to the futon on the snow: "Sit on it and hold it firmly." ”

Ning Shi was slightly stunned: "Why are you sitting on the futon? Skiing? Skiing down with hundreds of people from the top of Zen Mountain? Do you want to be so exciting! Old and weak women and children abound, can you bear it?"

Ning Shi has such confusion, everyone has it, you have a mouthful, I have a mouthful, and it will soon become a pot of porridge.

The light of dawn was already faintly visible from the top of the mountain.

The middle-aged Taoist became more and more anxious, and finally frowned and said: "The monks of Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside have been slaughtered, and the blood of the temple is full of blood, if you still want to live, just listen to me, when will you go down the mountain by your legs, don't die!"

Tzu Chi Temple was destroyed!

Everyone left there a few hours ago!

With just one sentence, everyone stopped talking and sat quietly on the futon. It is better to fall to death than to be tortured to death, at least to die with dignity. The woman hugged her child tightly, the old man gritted his teeth, and the man grabbed the woman with one hand and the father and mother with the other.

Ning more than a dozen teenagers were arranged by the middle-aged Taoist at the end: "You are all cultivators, help me take care of the end, there may be some bumps, bear with it." ”

Ning Shi said that there was no problem.

And then he regretted it.

Because, it's really too upside down!

However, it is quite safe, the middle-aged Taoist does not know what Taoist means are used, and the futon of several hundred meters seems to be protected by an invisible hand, and it will not throw people out.

A thin layer of ice had already formed under the futon, and the friction between the ice and the snow was very small, and the snow in Zenshan was so thick that it really slipped.

A long 'snow snake' appeared between the steep peaks.

Chen Yu grabbed Ye Qingniao in front of him, and then was constantly fanned his hands: "Sashimi, isn't it skiing, as for being so nervous, let go of your hands! Grab the quilt!

Then Chen Yusheng grasped it even tighter.

Ye Qingniao had no choice but to shout loudly: "Ning Shi, help me kick him." ”

The light of dawn was already faintly visible.

The surrounding snow scene receded rapidly.

The middle-aged Taoist stepped on the front futon, and his fingertips flashed with a milky white fluorescence.

Snow.

The faster you slide, the more you fly, there is a feeling of flying, skiing is naturally not a straight line, the twists and turns are quite exciting, and then there are bursts of screams on the Zen mountain.

One after another......

The southeast side of Chanshan Mountain is next to the Taiping River.

The Taiping River runs through almost the entire Tang Kingdom from north to south, and the Luoshui in the southeast is called the Daddy River of the Tang Kingdom, Luoshui is the mother, feeding the civilization of the Central Plains, and the Taiping is the father, opening up the trade route of the Central Plains.

The middle-aged Taoist's paper dragonfly flew to an island in the Taiping River, and then a dragon boat closest to Zen Mountain turned its course.

Pierce the dawn of the morning.

The 'Snow Snake' that 'flew' out of the clouds and mist had just landed steadily, and a huge dragon boat came out of the Taiping River in the distance, and it was still the largest ironclad dragon ship in the Tang River.