The deepest winter snow turns the sky white.

The snow is thick, and the wind and fog are thick.

Even if it's black, it's hard to see it in the surging white.

What's more, the smear was too fast, and with a "whoosh", it had passed through the snow and penetrated into Jindong's hands.

In such a cold morning, Jindong didn't even lie down, and the rest of the people, even if it was Wang Liang, were also blinded and sleepy-eyed, sitting upright.

Obviously waiting, waiting for this guy in Jindong's hands.

Jindong stroked gently, peeling all the frost off the black guy's wings.

But the long-distance cold still made him shiver involuntarily.

This black one is actually a carrier pigeon that can travel through the ice and snow.

This pigeon with unrivalled courage and stamina is called Black Kong.

Sure enough, just like King Kong, in any precipitous situation, he also brought the news.

A few people had waited too long.

After getting the mystery from Mr. Ji, everyone except Jindong gathered to think about it. It's just that although there are many people, although they are powerful, they may not be able to open up ideas, let alone the recklessness in the rivers and lakes who only know how to play with knives and guns.

Wang Liang has always been a little arrogant, thinking that he is not only a "heavenly sword", but also has a talent and learning, but this time he even thought about it in his head, and he still couldn't scrutinize.

Just when he was at a loss, Jindong took out his red cloth bag.

The cloth bag has always been too small and too thin, which makes people feel like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat, and a pity to discard.

When they caught a glimpse of a pigeon with black feathers that had escaped, everyone seemed to see hope again.

They all looked up and watched the pigeons fly into the distance.

No one knew where the "Black King Kong" was going, and they couldn't even tell the direction of the flight, but everyone was looking forward to it.

Soon hope gave way to despair.

I don't know when, the heavy snow fell coldly, without any warmth, covering up Wang Liang's delusions.

Those thin wings will vibrate like frost!

Jindong only left a sneer.

Time is like a needle and thread, intertwined with time.

Wang Liang and others were busy thinking about Mr. Ji's words, and several nonsensical poems echoed in their ears again and again, at first, it seemed that every word would jump, but once they hoped that these words would resonate together, they could only be exchanged for chaos.

Gradually, the poems have become ripe melons, and if one person recites them, the other person can take over the stubble.

No matter how people recite it, the poem is still a poem, and there is no change in the slightest.

Finally, when a person slammed his pen to the ground, his emotions exploded.

The spearhead, of course, is pointed at Jindong, who has been wandering outside.

Or even scolding.

Jin Dong didn't answer, but just greeted the sword in his hand to the place where the white light fell.

As a result, the agitated people stopped moving.

Once you see Jindong's swordsmanship, no one will be arrogant about your martial arts. Only sit down obediently, wait until the sky and the earth are dark, and then turn white, and kill time.

It wasn't until this morning that Jindong, who had not spoken, said slowly.

"It's coming. ”

No one knew how Jindong knew, but he couldn't help but sit up and stretch his neck.

But after all, it was heavy with ice and snow, and even if two hours passed, nothing came.

Just when a few people fell into endless shattering again, the black figure flew into Jindong's palm.

On the legs of the pigeon, a small bamboo slip is wrapped.

Jindong took it off and slowly unfolded the slender paper stick in the bamboo slip.

On the paper stick, a few words were delicately written in beautiful regular script, like embroidery.

Jindong's expression seemed to have entered a magic barrier, he didn't move for a long time, and he didn't even tremble his eyelashes.

Wang Liang's pupils also contracted, and he wanted to see the changes in Jindong inch by inch.

Jindong is still so indifferent.

In the indifference, there is a smile.

Jindong said with a smile.

"Good. ”

No one knew where the "good" was, until he took the note from Jindong's fingertips.

Wang Liang was also taken aback, he couldn't imagine that the mystery was in such a place, and he admired Zhao Ziwei very much in his heart.

Jindong said slowly.

"Take a break and wait to see if there is any sun at noon. ”