Xuefeng Mountain is inaccessible, and the hunters on the mountain are naturally vigilant, and in the face of strangers, the hunters choose to keep quiet.

The snow was flying outside, the wind was howling, the snowflakes covered his mink, the snowflakes in his hair covered the original black, the bone-chilling cold swept around Zongzheng's body, and what made his heart tremble even more was Orion's words, and Xianjie's sentence "Wait for me to return" collided with each other to make Zongzheng breathless.

"No, I have to go up the mountain to find her, Xian'er will definitely not leave her and her sister behind easily. Zong Zheng secretly thought to himself in the bottom of his heart, he tried not to think about the worst, but plucked up the courage and made up his mind.

The road up the mountain is getting more and more difficult to walk, stepping into the deep snow pit and then pulling out the feet is extremely difficult, every step is a hard time, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, the wind whistling in the ears is getting sharper and sharper, the exhaled breath seems to be condensed quickly, the snowflakes hit the face, Zong Zheng can feel the biting cold from the soles of his feet to the upper body.

He walked for a while, found a rock wall to temporarily shelter from the wind and snow, and had to mobilize his internal strength to temporarily resist the cold air that came from the attack.

Looking out from the rock wall, there was a vast white expanse, the mountains were clustered, vast and boundless, and then looking up, the road to the main peak was still very long, he was panting, and his scalp was a little numb from the cold.

The belief in his heart and his firm willpower made him continue to go up the mountain, braving the wind and snow, and the severe cold, as long as he thought of Xian'er, he felt warm, and everything in front of him was not an obstacle.

Looking down from the sky, he didn't realize how small the sect was, the Snow Peak Mountain was so vast and vast, and his footprints were soon covered by heavy snow.

After a lot of hardships, I finally climbed to the top of the mountain, looked back, and looked down, the town below the mountain did not realize that it was so small, and only a part of the black corner was left in the haze of heavy snow.

Looking from the main peak, the edges and corners of the mountains along the side are winding and undulating, like a coiled dragon lying on the top, and you don't feel the grandeur of the momentum.

The surroundings were covered with snow, and there was no trace of people, and when you looked up at the sky overhead, it was so clean and pure, and the snow falling in the wind did not have the slightest tenderness at all.

"Xian'er, where are you?" Zong Zheng shouted the first time with all his might, the kind of urgent call from the bottom of his heart.

This sound wave slammed the mountain, but the energy was only a momentary remnant, and it was quickly digested by the vast white mountain, and finally only the sound of wind and snow could be heard quietly all around.

didn't get a response, Zong Zheng saved up his strength again, and with the help of the surge of true qi, a sound wave broke out again, "Xian'er." ”

The sound was significantly stronger than the previous energy, and it shook the ice that hung on the top of the rock, and the snow piled up on the top of the mountain fell to the ground and poured out large chunks.

Zong Zheng felt that something was wrong, but this shout, still did not get a response, he couldn't help but wonder if Xian'er had fallen asleep, he suppressed his voice, and turned to a hidden place to search.

Although it is not like looking for a needle in a haystack, it is far more difficult to find a person in this vast snowy mountain than to find a needle in a haystack.

In such an environment, the efficiency of acting has been greatly reduced, and Zongzheng's face has been frozen to the point of being unconscious, but he is still persevering.

As the sun sets, Xuefeng Mountain turns into night, the temperature drops even more, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the wind is blowing more and more fiercely, but unfortunately there is no firewood around, Zong Zheng can only find a hidden place, curled up to avoid the wind and snow outside.

He silently nibbled on the frozen beef slices, he knew that the dry food on his body could only last for three days, and the nothingness of the first day did not hit him, and he preferred to believe that he could find Xian'er.

The cold at night in Xuefeng Mountain is indeed not something that ordinary people can bear, even if Zong Zheng has the refinement of the previous Huagong clothes, the strength of cold resistance far exceeds that of ordinary people, but he can never withstand the increasingly strong cold, he can only sit quietly on the ground and adjust his true qi.

The night changes, the line is searching, the search is repeated, the hope and disappointment are constantly wandering, and in the game of time, disappointment gradually prevails, and even, gradually, on the night of the third day, it almost evolves into despair.

I have shouted countless times and searched countless times, but in the end, only countless white snow has become a hurtful response.

When the belief was slowly swallowed up by the heavy snow, the torment of the flesh was no longer conscious, the dry food on the body had been exhausted, and the place to look for seemed to be searched again, and under the last resort, Zongzheng returned to the town.

He didn't give up, he went up the mountain again in the snow after replenishing food in the town, and then went for another three days, three days to no avail, and then returned to the town to replenish food, and when he went up the mountain for the third time, the snow had stopped, and after two rounds of searching, the sunny weather rekindled his faith.

It's just that the three-day trek still ended with the same ending.

For eleven days, Zong Zheng felt as if he had lived a lifetime in a state of confusion, he was in a daze watching people come and go in the town, he didn't know if he would go up the mountain again, he became a legend of the town.

The people on the street were talking about him, and they were all moved by his infatuation, and even the previously indifferent Orion was all moved.

On this day, he was like a man who had lost his soul, walking and walking, and unconsciously went up the mountain again, he sat on the mountainside in a daze, quietly looking at the clear sky above his head, the warm sun shining on his face, the white snow reflected his vicissitudes of cheeks, and he had a little gray hair on his temples for eleven days at such an age.

The seven-colored halo made Zong Zheng unable to fully open his eyes, his ears seemed to sound Xianjie's favorite song, scanning the surroundings, there was no one, he couldn't help but be a little crazy, he stood up suddenly, lifted the true qi of his whole body, and roared like a lion at the mountain,

"Xian'er. ”。。。。。。。。

This is his last cry, his last hope, his resentment against God, and his release from his long-suppressed disregard for all consequences.

This sound wave came from top to bottom, like thunder, and the people of the town couldn't help but close their ears.

When the last sound of the sound wave stopped abruptly, the energy was released suddenly, and a burst of energy surged in the air.

The avalanche was avalanche, and the snow on the main peak was instantly unsupported, losing its inherent balance, and they tumbled down, like a huge wave of the ocean soaring down, with earth-destroying energy.

Zongzheng's eyes flashed with that terrifying scene, he immediately adjusted his true qi and flew down the mountain, he still has two children, he can't die, he only has this one thought.

The people of the town looked at the snow waves rushing from the mountains, as if they had seen a nightmare, they panicked, and the whole town immediately boiled.

Zong was doing his best to go to the sloped mountain path, trying to avoid the path of this snow wave, he knew that he might have made a big mistake, but he really didn't expect that it would have such a big impact.

The white waves of snow swept down the steep slopes toward the town below, and in an instant they overshadowed the door of the hunter's house, flooding the whole town, and when the last snowflakes were still, the whole town was surprisingly quiet.

Zong Zheng climbed to the oblique mountain range in time to avoid the avalanche, but when he saw on the mountain that the town was mercilessly buried by ice and snow, and countless lives were killed because of his own roar, he felt his heart tearing, "No, why. No. "He couldn't accept it.

He hurriedly flew down the mountain to try to save a few lives, he desperately shaved the thick snow on the ground, but the snow was too thick, he couldn't plane anymore, the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, the whole person was unconscious, these days sleepless, he was too tired, too much stimulation, physical and mental exhaustion.

When he opened his eyes again, he had been lying on the ground for two days and two nights, and when he woke up again, his whole person seemed to have changed, and he kowtowed three times on the ground and went to Xijie.

Rushing back non-stop, Zong Zheng asked Xian Jie for the first time if she was back, although the old man and the old woman did not answer, their expressions had already said everything, Zong Zheng seemed to be mentally prepared, and he silently walked into Xi Jie's room.

In front of his senior sister and two children, he looked at each other speechlessly, only a thousand tears.

The child is young, the senior sister has become a living dead, the whereabouts of the fairy are unknown, and he is left alone to face the disturbances of the world, so he doesn't know what the meaning is.

He has reached the most difficult and confused period of his life, how tired he is to live, and the purpose and meaning of persevering, he really doesn't know what it is?

That night, he told Xi Jie all the things in his heart, and at this moment, she was the closest person to him.

That night, he was white-headed all night.

When the morning sun rose again, Zong Zheng pushed open the door, full of white hair, startling both the old man and the old woman.

He laughed soullessly, glanced at the old man and the old woman, and then walked madly towards the great mountain forest.

"He's gone mad," exclaimed the old man, "what is the world?"

One thought becomes hatred, one thought becomes hatred, one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, one thought becomes a demon, one thought is persistent, and nine turns of madness.

Zong Zheng has become a complete madman, a madman with white hair and no self-awareness, he wanders in the Shaolin, wanders in the corners of various towns, and becomes the object of everyone's disdain, like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats, no one knows his past, no one knows how he is crazy, only knows that there is a young madman with white hair in this world.