Memories, misses, love, hatred, in front of Chengying, who has not grown up, is really the driving force of life.

But the source of life is not trivial repentance, but trivial fire, hot water, and indispensable eating, drinking, and sleeping.

A Chengying that supports the life of a five-person group is like supporting the dream that Chengying is fighting for.

A bundle of firewood, under the pull of a rope, left a long mark on the snow, the front of the rope tied to Chengying's waist, the two wooden sticks in his hands, and his feet alternately on the snow to move forward. In the cold and thin north wind, it was already dusk.

Not far away, Ziying held a wooden stick between the main trunk branches of a big tree, looking at the birds in the sky, but unfortunately there was half a shadow there, the face was crimson, as the name suggested, with purple fascination, climbed down from the trunk under the futile face, and the line was close to Chengying, but the separation of one step away was formed in the hearts of the two, and a sentence like the weather and the wind sounded in Chengying's ears: "Senior Brother Chengying, there is no gain." ”

As Chengying staggered forward, the moment he glanced at Ziying seriously and intently, he saw through her resolute vulnerability, and said softly, It's okay to have the two of them.

The hard-to-walk wooden people sat up from their beds, crawled out of their homes, and had not eaten since the morning.

There was not a single figure, and it was not known where they were going. Looking at the snow-white earth, I really want to see a little bit of different colors.

I want to see through it, but so, the entanglement and wandering in my heart are undoubtedly revealed.

The people of Muzi are indeed stronger than them, and the living expenses of the same boat, the people of Muzi know more in the face of the cold winter, and the good times they got are about to go back, and if there is more with this, they will be better, and the people of Muzi know that they will not.

In the predicament, like the battle of trapped beasts, the idea of cracking is wandering in the hearts of the people of Muzi, one by one, and whether it is before, the pattern of the people of Muzi is lonely and lofty, how can it shine with the dust. Mu Zimin clenched his fists, and slowly spat out in the mouth of Mu Zimin, thirteen years old, not young, a person's life has a few three years wasted!

Between thoughts, the night in the sky suddenly came, without giving him the slightest preparation, it was really up to people, a few people were ready, a few people could let it stay for a while!

A few vague figures came back from far and near, and Mu Zimin's face did not show a smile, but only showed a kind of indomitable firmness, and resolute and unrepentant, even if he went astray from then on, yes, grievances and intrigues, love and hatred are fighting here, how can the plot be so obscure, making Mu Zimin silent. On the undulating road, a long breath finally calmed down, and his face was still cold, and he came back, how was the harvest, hurry up and enter the house to warm up The warm words came out of the mouths of the people of Muzi.

A few dry firewood in his hands, Chengying staggered into the house, Muzi was white, Qingsuo and Ziying were slightly embarrassed, looked at the empty hands, and after glancing at the people of Muzi, they looked at the firewood that was enough for three days, thought about the delicious food of yesterday, lowered the head of the tsundere, silently followed behind Chengying, and walked towards the house。

Seige had already raised the fire, and held the dustpan woven from small wooden branches in his hand.

Mu Zimin hurriedly stepped forward and said: "I'll come, brother, you rest for a while, between the words, he snatched the dustpan in Chengying's hand, and then walked towards the outside of the house." ”

Ziying's sentence, "People's kindness is sometimes manifested in a little trivial matter, and the expression of Xi Shi in the eyes of the lover is telling a few people that Ziying is in love, and Qingsuo is very worried." Muzi was speechless in vain, how could Chengying be indifferent. Mu Zi really couldn't figure it out, and his casual actions were out of Muzi's expectations. I couldn't help but think in my heart, how could the hoof lilies be separated.

The people of Mu Zi took a cluster of snowflakes that were white and shining in the firelight, and walked in, and poured them on the stone slabs above the fire, and the intermittent few flames warmed everything in the house, and when the snowflakes melted, they did not turn white as before, but turned into clear droplets, gathered into a river, and in the slow flow, the snowflakes had no trace. A nest of water droplets rose into the mist, filling the room.

Qingsuo Ziying's eyes suddenly lit up terrifyingly. But it was like a meteor in a flash, softly sloping on the ground, and after Chengying and Muzi also walked into the footsteps in vain, Muzi's people couldn't help but say: "What do you know, we are not all the way, after that."

Mu Zimin took out three pills the size of beans from the bag on his sleeve, stuffed them into Yingzi Chengying's mouth, and after hesitating for a long time, he still gave one to Qingsuo.

Hehe smiled, "Desire to Die Immortal Pill", my brother Fuyuan is not shallow! Qingsuo, for the sake of insurance, I can only sacrifice you, why is Ziying's temperament too strong? You are alive, you must live. Just don't do foolish things.

If there were other circumstances, it would be better, mother, that's what you want to see!

If the owner of the village is happy to be the master, he will definitely be happy to close his mouth!

Mu Zimin helped Mu Zibai up and dragged him into another room, looked at Mu Zibai's face, and couldn't help but say, I didn't expect you to be quite literate, but it's a pity, maybe you are really a talent. It's just that it can't be used by the people of Muzi! It can't be used by the people of Muzi, what kind of literary and martial arts, heroic and reckless. The perfection of the performance is also a play, hehe, laugh at the people of Muzi, you people, the people of Muzi know, but how can you understand, you are also in the play, the play within the play, this is the difference between the people of Muzi and you.

The delicate wheezing sound gradually sounded, and when it was intermittent, the people of Muzi turned their heads resolutely, and the snow in the night lit up a broad avenue, as bright as day. It's a pity that only the people of Mu Zi are walking alone, and they are gradually drifting apart, which is equivalent to the distance between the two people in the depths of their hearts.

Under the corner of Daxing Mountain, the place of Tibetan Sword Villa, among several small courtyards, a flagpole with a height of ten zhang stands high, a triangular flag several zhang long swings with the wind, and a black python with teeth and claws on the banner seems to want to take off. Giving up, making trouble, can be seen everywhere. Between a word of discord, swords face each other, this is the rivers and lakes and martial arts. It has become a simple and elegant residential beauty environment into an arena for people who compete for fame and fortune, chickens and dogs, and hide dirt and dirt.

The pomp of the Tibetan Sword Villa should be able to be suppressed, but there is a little bit of action and management there, is this the Tibetan Sword Villa that is not as prestigious as meeting. It made many young and vigorous martial arts people rise up a little contempt.

The mother Piaoyu took a middle-aged person dressed in black clothes who could not be ordinary but not in the ordinary, and walked into a quiet valley in the Daxing Mountain, and walked towards the gradually inward, but gradually widened place, and after a while, a small plain was not too much. Revealed in front of the rain with the mother.

But in this valley plain where the warmth is increasing the body temperature little by little. But it's another move.

In the middle of the plain, thousands of households live in a towering sword-like mountain range, the upper part of which is buried by snowflakes, and the lower part is a little green.

Carved into the mountains, the font strokes are about three feet deep. The three big characters of "Nameless Sword", which are three feet thick, can't help but be solemn at a glance. At the bottom of Sword Mountain, the tip of the sword is exposed and the upper part of the ground is like an umbrella, how can you see the sky if you come close. In a pavilion like an altar, in front of a stone stele, the flag on the flagpole with a length of dozens of zhang flutters in the wind, the bright fiery red color, but it is separated into a small square by inconspicuous gold wire, forming a flag that is as bright as fire, although the goal is the same, but it is not the same as the whole, and I don't know who designed and produced it, but I heard that it was the mother of the rain, as if I heard the mother of the rain said, a small square of fiery red is a life, they should have a little bit of their own personality.

A soft sword of fiery ash was stuck in the middle of the altar.