p The sky is dark, dim and gloomy.

In the entire Beiliang City, it gives people a dull and depressing feeling.

This kind of weather is really not suitable for going out of the city.

The wheels crunched against the snow-covered bluestone pavement.

The car was moving very slowly.

The one who drove the car was a young man.

Jiang Xiaoman held the reins in his hand, and he seemed to be unaware of the wind and snow hitting his face.

Out of Beiliang City, the wind and snow became heavier and heavier.

I heard from the soldiers who had just entered the city that the official road from the north to the south was blocked by this sudden wind and snow.

Unless, it's a monk who has the ability to go through the sky.

Otherwise, ordinary people would have to wait for the snow to stop before they could enter the Northlands.

Everything is silent, and there are no more cars and horses outside Beiliang City.

For a while, there was not even a single ranger who could be found everywhere in the past, and he couldn't see a single businessman.

In this piece of heaven and earth, it seems that only Jiang Xiaoman is left with a car, a person, a coffin and a coffin.

The snow on the official road was very deep, and the carriage was very difficult.

The cart is just an ordinary horse, and naturally it is not as good as those good horses.

Jiang Xiaoman waved the horsewhip lightly, frowned, and couldn't help but regret a little in his heart that he didn't use his own carriage.

If there is Xiaobai and those two mixed-blooded reckless flying sands, why is it so difficult to walk.

Sending Xuan Cang to the funeral is not an auspicious thing after all, and Jiang Xiaoman is somewhat selfish.

The next northbound journey will be a long time, and if the coffin is spared in the carriage and then used as a temporary sleeping place for the two girls on the road, it will feel awkward just thinking about it.

Twenty miles, Jiang Xiaoman walked for a long time.

Finally, I walked to the bottom of the mountain.

Up and down the mountain, but reckless.

Yanxia Mountain is not high, but it is not a hundred feet.

But if you compare it with the mountain, the car and one person at the foot of the mountain seem a little small after all.

The boy jumped out of the carriage, shook off his frozen hands, and put them between his mouths to breathe softly.

The white mist condensed on the sides of his hands, turning into a thin layer of frost in an instant.

"Hey!" Jiang Xiaoman sighed for no reason, and whispered to himself: "This cultivation is still too weak." ”

At this time, if you cultivate into the innate nature, you will be able to avoid cold and heat.

It's not like this now, which makes people feel cold all over the body.

Even if he changed into an animal skin winter coat, Jiang Xiaoman still felt cold.

It's only October, and the snow is already so heavy.

In the past, the three northern states were the most cool in autumn.

The mountains are full of maple leaves, and the people of the mountains and rivers are picturesque.

The book says that if something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

It's just that Jiang Xiaoman can't figure out where this demon will be.

After tying up the horses, Jiang Xiaoman walked back to the front of the carriage, snorted softly, and raised his right hand high, holding the ice coffin weighing five hundred catties in his hand smoothly.

Jiang Xiaoman's arm strength is not amazing, such an ice coffin, in exchange for ordinary people, it takes four adult strong men to be able to lift it.

But he lifted up so smoothly, and walked slowly up the mountain, walking very slowly, stepping on the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Although it is a little difficult, it is not enough to do it.

After walking for a long time, I finally saw the dome.

There are many pines and cypresses on Yanxia Mountain, all of which are covered in silver.

This is especially true above the dome.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't plan to rest, he bit the food box in his mouth, held the coffin with both hands, and his whole body gushed out, like a swift cheetah in the wind and snow, leaping towards the top of the mountain.

Without touching the ground, there is no trace of stepping on the snow.

From a distance, it is as ethereal as a fairy god above the nine heavens.

The cultivation of the peak of the day after tomorrow was exerted to the extreme by Jiang Xiaoman.

At this moment, it is almost comparable to the innate monk.

Finally, climbed to the dome.

Jiang Xiaoman gently threw the ice coffin on the ground, bowed and breathed a long sigh of relief.

That kind of blow, let yourself consume a lot of physical energy.

After relieving this breath, Jiang Xiaoman sat directly in the snow without any scruples.

Leaning his head against the cold towering cypress tree behind him, he looked up at the sky not far away.

There is silence, only the wind and snow.

Under the tree, the young man's face was as red as fire, his breathing was slightly disturbed, and beads of sweat the size of beans seeped down his neck into his clothes.

Carrying the coffin up the mountain is not a technical job, but it is a physical work.

I didn't feel it, and after taking a break for a while, I found that even the hands that were leaning on the back of my head were trembling slightly, and I was a little out of strength.

I can't help but be a little glad that I didn't bring Ji Xiaoyue and Xiao Ying out together.

Otherwise, it's really just nothing to blame.

The snow hit the face, tickling.

When the wind blows like this, it becomes as uncomfortable as a knife.

"I don't know when this snow will stop?" Tightening the leather jacket on his body, Jiang Xiaoman said to himself: "I don't know if it's snowing at home?"

After all, if you have been away from home for a long time, you will still miss home more or less.

If it was in the past, on such a snowy day, my mother would inevitably say it over and over again, so that she and Sister Mo Li would add more clothes when they went out to play in the snow.

After a crazy day, when you get home, there will inevitably be that fragrant hot pot on the table.

Daddy said that on a snowy day, it's time to have a hot pot meal.

The family gathered around the fire, listening to my father talk about the drunken pillow mountains and rivers that were reckless in the past, listening to my mother talking about those bizarre monster legends, and listening to Sister Moli's chatter that she let herself eat slower and not be afraid of being hot.

This is true of all people.

When I was at home, I always talked about going into the rivers and lakes with a sword and going to the end of the world in style.

When I entered the rivers and lakes and left home, I finally felt that my home was good.

Thinking like this, Jiang Xiaoman suddenly felt a little homesick.

I don't know what my father, my mother and Sister Mo Li are doing in Suzaku City at this time?

I really want to go back and see it!

This river and lake can be regarded as having seen it.

If you go home now, it shouldn't matter.

Thinking about it, Sister Mo Li won't laugh at herself.

As soon as such a thought arose, Jiang Xiaoman shook his head and pressed it down.

He raised his hand and patted his head, and whispered: "Jiang Xiaoman, Jiang Xiaoman, what are you thinking? Do you know? You Jiang Xiaoman is destined to one day be a hero who wants to make a name for himself and smash the void and fly to become an immortal, what is such hypocrisy?!"

Thinking like this, he immediately began to fight again.

Humming a little song, he took out the white jade wine jug from his bosom.

Jiang Xiaoman narrowed his eyes slightly, crossed Erlang's legs and pulled out the cork.

The aroma of the wine was rich in the nose, and he poured a small sip into his throat with his head up, and a stream of heat suddenly rose up and down his body.

For a time, the limbs were all hearty.

This white jade wine jug is really a treasure, and it is no wonder that the old chess demon gave it to him so painfully.

There are mountains and rivers in the pot, and there are flying knives.

The mountains are the lees of wine, and the rivers are the thousands of wines in the world.

According to the original words of the chess demon, there was an old ghost who was drunk like a dead man in the flying knife.

A thousand years last, and a big dream can be a thousand years.

To drive the old ghost to kill, let wine be a sacrifice.

The better the wine, the more fierce the throwing knife.

If it is the Nine Heavens Jade Liquid Elixir, the old ghost in the pot can be cut immortals.

Hunting Immortal Mountain poured ninety-nine years and picked 995 kinds of peerless wine in Kyushu, which finally made the old ghost in the pot show signs of awakening.

But if you want to wake up completely.

In this last year, Jiang Xiaoman must find five of the top ten on the "Kyushu Qiong Jelly List".

The old ghost in the pot relied on the wine to continue his life, but the wine was cheaper than Jiang Xiaoman.

From ancient times to the present, there have been more than 10,000 kinds of wine in the pot.

The oldest can be traced back to the wilderness and barbaric antiquity.

All kinds of fine wines converge into a river.

Qiong brew in the river, containing the taste of time.

It's so interesting that it's unspeakable.

However, after a few bites, Jiang Xiaoman's blood was already churning.

The energy expended in carrying the coffin and climbing the mountain has been restored.

The fatigue faded, and he was alive again.

The young man smacked his lips, picked up a ball of snow and put it in his mouth, rubbed his palms back and forth from his cheeks, and couldn't help but whisper: "If this continues, I will really become that real drunkard." ”

The wine is good, but it's important to get down to business.

In Kyushu, carrying a coffin into a burial is quite exquisite.

This is especially true when the coffin is buried in the ground.

There is no room for sloppiness, not even a centimeter.

Xuan Cang is a master of the corpse path, and he is already the body of the corpse king.

The corpse king is the most yin and the most evil.

Before his death, there was still a powerful divine consciousness cultivation of Xuan Cang to suppress it, so that he would not completely transform into a demon.

Xuan Cang lives and dies, and his soul is gone.

If there is a slight difference, the body left behind can be turned into a corpse and turned into a corpse demon.

The corpse demon is no longer Xuancang, so I am.

Kill with instinct and eat blood and food, and cultivate even more than in front of you.

Ten thousand years ago in Kyushu, there was a corpse emperor-level powerhouse who fell, was buried in the land of the sun by mistake, died and turned into a demon, and caused a catastrophe of blood.

In that life, the whole of Kyushu was destroyed.

There are immortals who descend from the nine heavens to the earth, and there are also immortals whose blood stains the blue sky.

These are all what Xuan Cang told Jiang Xiaoman.

Therefore, today's coffin is carried out of Beiliang, which must be when the rooster crows and the dawn comes.

All the laws in the world follow the laws of heaven, and the extremes of things must be one of them.

The rooster cries at dawn, and the night is at its end, just when the yin energy is at its peak and the yang energy is rising.

You can guard the coffin with the rising yang qi and go out of the city safely.

Nowadays, the same is true for the earth.

At a quarter of noon, the coffin was buried in the ground.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the tomb was carved and erected.

With a sip of wine, Jiang Xiaoman stood up slowly, walked to the ice coffin, glanced at Xuan Cang in the coffin who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and said, "Offend!"

The sky was dark, not like day.

Even if it's noon, even if it's in the smoke dome, it's still the same.

According to the guidance given by the iron shopkeeper, Jiang Xiaoman soon found the mausoleum of Mrs. Greedy Wolf.

The tombstone is low, but it is unusually clean and not stained with wind and snow.

On it, the life is not engraved.

In addition to the four words of Mrs. Greedy Wolf, only the words 'no regrets' are engraved on the back of the stone stele.

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the word 'no regrets', and for no reason in his mind, he remembered what Xuan Cang said to him last night before he killed himself.

'I am Xuancang, half of my life is like the clouds, and half of my life is as withered as rotting wood. In this life, there is only one regret, and I regret my beloved wife for a lifetime. If she hadn't met me, she would have been free for the rest of her life. If she can live again, I hope she will not meet me for the rest of her life. ’

Before seeing the word 'no regrets', Jiang Xiaoman didn't understand.

But when he saw the red words 'no regrets' on the tombstone, Jiang Xiaoman suddenly felt that he should understand.

I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

This is true of Mrs. Greedy Wolf, and so is Xuan Cang.

Where there is regret, but it is the deepest love.

There are thousands of charms in the world, but you are the only one I love.

No regrets, there are regrets.

There are regrets, but there are no regrets.

In the end, it's just regret and don't want to regret.

Jiang Xiaoman squatted down, opened the food box, and placed the dishes and bowls in front of the tomb and placed them neatly.

After a long silence, he slowly got up and splashed a jar of wine in the snow.

The name of the wine is mulberry, which is the most suitable for sacrifice.

"I don't know who is pouring in this year. Jiang Xiaoman spilled a stack of paper money, clasped his hands together and said softly: "If there is an afterlife, I hope the two of them can meet Hongchen, can stay together, and don't forget each other in the rivers and lakes again." ”