The snow became heavier and heavier, and the bright sky dimmed again, which made Di Yunfeng feel for the first time what it means to be a person walking in the present and going back in time.

From the moment the snow falls, the curtain rises on the frozen world. In less than half an hour, the peaks of Laoshan Mountain have been dotted with fine snow, but the snow in the sky is just a tidbit, and the real snow has not yet come.

There is snow in Laoshan Mountain, and there are people on the road.

A snow, a person, a merciless snow, an amorous person.

Di Yunfeng didn't have an umbrella in his storage bag, he had never used an umbrella in his forty years of life, and the snow soon dyed his black hair white, not to mention, his white head was really cold and handsome.

In this world, there are three kinds of white-headed people: one is an old man who is close to old age, the second is an anxious and sad idiot, and the third is a big devil who throws away the principles of heaven.

One night of sad white hair, one night of sad white head, one night of madness!

As everyone knows, there is a fourth type of white-haired person in this world, that is, a person who walks in the snow without an umbrella.

Di Yunfeng wrapped his robe tightly, he could clearly feel the chill entering his body, with his immortal cultivation physique, he couldn't resist the cold that penetrated deep into his bone marrow...... How can the snow of the True Martial Kingdom be the same as the snow of the world?

The snow of the real martial arts is poisonous!

"It's been a long time since I've worn a jacket. ”

Although Di Yunfeng sighed bitterly, his face was happy, he still remembered that when Dayan was begging for a way to live, if nothing else, he would return to his hometown every year after enjoying the first snow to avoid the cold, the north is too cold, no matter how thick the jacket is, it can make people frostbitten, it is okay in his hometown, warm in winter and cool in summer, the four seasons are distinct, and he wears a cotton jacket in summer and winter, and he knows whether he is warm or cold.

Di Yunfeng walked several mountain roads in the face of the wind and snow, the sky became deeper and deeper, and the snowflakes became bigger and thicker.

Di Yunfeng didn't dare to delay any longer, looked around with his divine sense, and found that there was no trace of a master, so he turned into a spiritual light and fled towards Mo Feng.

Lu Hansong had been in retreat in Mofeng, there should be a lot of good things in it, if he could find his identity waist card by mistake, then holding the waist card would definitely be able to open the top floor of the library pavilion.

Stealing the supreme heart of the Yang Gate has always been Di Yunfeng's plan.

But the plan always can't catch up with the changes, ten years is not long, and it is not long to say that it is not long, and the black rock of Mofeng, where even the air was cut off in the past, actually bloomed a piece of flowers and plants, although the number is not much, but it is enough to prove that the vitality has reappeared in this place where birds do not.

Di Yunfeng's figure soon appeared in the triangular tower, looking at the emptiness around him, he didn't even see Zhang Futon, he sighed softly, although he had expected this, but his heart was still a little bitter.

Lu Hansong has the highest authority to open the library pavilion, he will definitely carry such a thing with him, unfortunately he was shot by an arrow from the heavenly immortal monarch and there are no bones left, nothing left, nothing left.

And even if Lu Hansong left something in his retreat, it must have been recovered by Yangmen.

"Hmph, empty rejoice. ”

When Di Yunfeng walked out of the triangular tower, there was already goose feather snow floating outside the sky, and the deep mountains were silent, and the sound of snowflakes falling could be clearly heard. Di Yunfeng was on his back, drenched in snow for a while, and only when he was sad enough did he fly towards the main peak by the wind.

He had one last thing to do before leaving!

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The main peak, the concentric hall.

The head of Fenghua quietly admires the snow at the top of the palace, he can become the respect of a faction, it must be close to the real martial arts, the mind is very deep, and the moral character is noble. But the Venerable is in the world, they are afraid that the high places are unbearable, and now it has become a chaotic pattern, not to mention the real martial country, just say that in the territory of Yingzhou, the gates are all deceitful, and the Yangmen is seriously damaged, and the elder Taishang will not return, and Yanran has reached the point of life and death.

Fenghua's spirit is still there, but it is not as good as before.

Di Yunfeng dared to come and disturb because he saw Feng Hua worried. He was arrogant, calm, pretending to be an unfathomable master, turning into a wisp of wind that flashed into the house from Feng Hua's side, sitting leisurely on the chair, cocking Erlang's legs, exhaling the condensation beads in his mouth, showing his figure.

He called softly: "Master Feng." ”

Feng Hua immediately frowned, but he couldn't help but move, but glanced at Di Yunfeng, who was leisurely and calm, and his face sank.

"Why doesn't Master Feng speak?" Di Yunfeng stretched out two fingers, probed the temperature of the teapot on the table, shook his head and said, "The tea is cold." Then he dragged up the teapot, a fire came out of the palm of his hand, and after two or three breaths, the teapot was already steaming, he took two teacups, poured them and put a cup aside, and sighed: "Obviously I am a guest, but I want to pour tea for the master, and the hospitality of the head of Feng is really owed." ”

Feng Hua saw all of Di Yunfeng's spiritual power performances in his eyes, and his face was even darker, and he said, "You are not a guest. ”

Di Yunfeng drank tea to himself: "Everyone who comes is a guest." ”

"You are not welcome in Yangmen. Feng Hua said in a deep voice.

Di Yunfeng's face also sank, and he said coldly: "Since I have come here as an incarnation, it is not for you to welcome me. ”

"Then you're here to trouble my Yangmen?" Feng Hua's words were concealed in anger, and a long knife of blue light had gradually gathered in his palm, and a murderous aura came out of his body, and the killing machine suddenly rose!

Di Yunfeng was calm and unhurried, since the play had already begun, there was no intention of interrupting it again! He didn't stop doing it, he threw the tea in his hand to the ground, the butterfly came out of the sheath, the purple mangs were in a large array, the cultivation of the virtual reality realm reached its peak, and the dragon ball gave birth to a dragon elephant haunting three feet above his head!

True Martial Arts, True Immortals, True Dragons! Three phases in one, the momentum is amazing!

Feng Hua was shocked, and the killing machine also hesitated! Di Yunfeng took this opportunity to speak like the Ling Tian Saint King, and warned word by word: "If this monarch is killed, the Yang Gate will be slaughtered!

Feng Hua held the long knife tightly, if he was as young and vigorous as Di Yunfeng, he would definitely swing the knife and fight to die! But in fact, he was already very old, the old man had a common nature, he would always worry about this, worry about that, and his mind was dense and timid. He would never dare to block the foundation of Yangmen!

Feng Hua put away the knife, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked through gritted teeth: "My Yangmen has never angered the Heavenly Immortal Monarch, why did you come to make trouble!"

Di Yunfeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, took all the flower shelves back, and said calmly: "Master Feng is aura is too heavy, blinding perception, can you think about it carefully, did I say from beginning to end that I came to make trouble?"

Feng Hua frowned, turned to face Di Yunfeng, grabbed the cup of tea on the table in the air, took two sips before letting go of some anger, and asked, "Then what are you here to do?"

Di Yunfeng checked the clothes of the outer disciples on his body, and said with a light smile: "I am about to travel far away, and there are a few old people who stay in Yangmen, so I also ask Master Feng to take care of them for me." ”

"Who?" Feng Hua asked.

Di Yunfeng said: "Everest Wen Ziyu, Qin Yinglan and Zuo Sisi of Nanqiao Xingyuan, just these three people. ”

Feng Hua was shocked, pondered for a moment before asking: "Immortal Jun is here, just to entrust a few old people?"

Di Yunfeng said with a smile: "The emperor has set the world as the overall situation, and the head of Feng has done his best for the Yangmen, while my Di Yunfeng's morality is much more selfish, and my friends are my everything, so these old people are better than everything in the world in my heart!"

"Immortal Jun is so moral!" Feng Hua's title to Di Yunfeng has changed, this "Immortal Monarch" is full of respect, he pointed to the sky three times, and swore an oath: "Even so, I, Feng Hua, also start with Yangmen Dao, and I will fulfill my promise!"

Di Yunfeng also had a trace of respect on his face, Feng Hua can be the honor of Shangyangmen, and he deserves it. He waved his hand and said: "Master Feng's behavior is serious, my three friends have their own hands and feet, you just need to look at them, especially Qin Yinglan, his family is in the middle of the road, there is no backstage support, and he will be bullied." ”

Saying that, he walked to the window again, stretched out his hand to take a piece of snow, and said while playing with it: "There are still some things I have to confess to Master Feng, Huang Chen was killed by me, I have crossed paths with Yu Shi Xue Jin, the old man Guan Shi died in front of me, Bai Xiu'an, the master of Hanfeng Hall, is my good friend, and Wen Ziyu is my good brother...... Also,"

Di Yunfeng paused, and looked at Feng Hua who was listening, Feng Hua could not care about Huang Chen's death and the punishment of the imperial court, but there was only one point, which was what Di Yunfeng was about to say:

"Lu Hansong is dead. ”

Feng Hua closed his eyes and turned away from the window, his mind might have predicted Lu Hansong's death, but how could suspicion compare to hearing it with his own ears?

Lu Hansong died, Fenghua was late, and Yangmen was destined to be lonely.

Di Yunfeng shook his head and sighed lightly: "I didn't kill him, it was a Da Luo Jin Immortal called 'Night Monarch', who shot him to death with an arrow at the top of the sea. ”

Feng Hua paused: "The relationship between immortal and martial arts has always been in dire straits, how dare the immortal monarch approach Zhenwu to kill people?"

"There's a conspiracy," Di Yunfeng added, "a conspiracy that I don't know about either." ”

Feng Hua asked coldly: "Immortal Jun is also a leader in the Immortal Realm, do you know the conspiracy?"

"I am mortal. Di Yunfeng said truthfully.

"Mortals!" Feng Hua looked at Di Yunfeng again, "Mortals will never have the courage of you! they are powerless, and they are tortured by birth, old age, sickness and death...... They can't even step on the real martial arts!"

Di Yunfeng shook his head, he never needed others to believe in what he did, no matter what others gossip, what should be done still has to be done, and those who should be killed still have to die.

"I'm leaving, Master Feng is doing it himself. Di Yunfeng had stepped on the windowsill. Feng Hua hurriedly stopped him: "Xianjun's old man is still in Yangmen, there should be a time to return, right?"

"Yes, I'll be back. Di Yunfeng promised.

Feng Hua nodded and said: "If the immortal monarch returns next time, he must notify the old man in advance, and let the old man be hospitable." ”

Di Yunfeng smiled softly, raised his hand, and jumped into the wind and snow, the wind blew up the snow, and there was no trace of the green maple!

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Winter has arrived, everything is slaughtered, the landform of Zhenwu and Dayan is roughly the same, the south is slightly warmer, and the north is deeply tortured by extreme cold, especially the northernmost cold continent, thousands of miles of ice and snow drifting.

The reason why Hanzhou is named Hanzhou is for two reasons: first, the geographical location is in the northernmost part of the Zhenwu country, and the northern barbarians are only separated by a 10,000-year-old snow mountain, affected by the snow-capped mountain storm, the cold wind blows southward all year round, and the cold air has to be hit until Weizhou can be stopped; second, because of the conflict between the Zhenwu barbarians, wars have broken out here all the year round, and the snow mountain does not know how many corpses have been buried. Just because the bones were piled up into a mountain, the eightieth was forcibly made!

How can such a tragic war not make people's hearts chill? How can this place not be called a cold continent?

"Lao Tie, is it really as mysterious as you say? There are mountains of corpses and bones, how many people have to die?"

It was a carriage with rough iron chains on its wheels and a few pieces of cotton cloth wrapped around its hooves.

This is a snow-covered mountain road, the road is spacious, but the snow is also thick, because it is a mountain road, and the people of the government will not waste manpower, material and financial resources to clear the snow.

Di Yunfeng sat in the carriage, wrapped in a big jacket and a mask, except for revealing a pair of deep eyes, he could no longer see other skin, and there was a groom beside him, wrapped a little thicker than him, unable to see his age and appearance, but there should be nothing wrong with calling him "Lao Tie".

"Guest officer, what am I lying to you for? In that place in Hanzhou, it is said that the piles of corpses and bones are shallow, and the real cruelty will not be known until you get there. ”

Lao Tie opened his mouth to speak, listening to the voice was a little smooth, and his age should not be very big, but thirty.

Di Yunfeng nodded, silent, everything has to be seen with his own eyes to understand, hearsay can only be fun.

That's a month later. Di Yunfeng fled all the way to the North Pole, passed through Qingzhou for half a month, and set foot on Weizhou in 20 days.

The boundary of Weizhou is the most of Zhenwu, the north is adjacent to Hanzhou, the south is adjacent to Qingzhou, the lower half of the middle boundary belongs to the south, and the upper half of the middle boundary belongs to the north, so the severe cold is clearly distinguished because of the middle boundary, and the difference between the north and the south is known at first sight.

In the north, heavy snow is falling, and the cold is extremely freezing!

Di Yunfeng originally wanted to fly over Weizhou with spiritual power in one go, but when he passed by the current Xiushan, he was accidentally noticed by the master of the sect, and he tried a lot of trouble to escape from the pursuit, rented a carriage in the post station at the foot of the mountain, and prepared to use his foot pole to climb over the mountain, and then use the spirit to rush to Hanzhou after the limelight was temporarily avoided.

Of course, he didn't rush to Hanzhou to die, but used Hanzhou as a transit, trying every means to go east, and blending into the capital was his ultimate goal.