The farther north it goes, the colder the weather becomes, Zhou Bai, who has experienced the baptism of hail, is very glad that he arrived in the town in advance to live.......

With the arrival of Hongyu, the hail in the sky gradually stopped, turning into large snowflakes, Hongyu looked at Zhou Bai quietly, and Zhou Bai looked at the snow with some anxiety.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you seem to be more anxious. Hongyu finally spoke, asking the question that Zhou Bai didn't want her to ask the most.

“.......”

"Your arrangement has been completed. Seeing that Zhou Bai was reluctant to answer, Hongyu didn't ask any more. Since you don't answer, you don't want to lie to her, so that's enough.

It snowed heavily for two days and two nights, and Zhou Bai and Hongyu had no choice but to stay in this town for two days, fortunately, there seemed to be no Xuanjia chasing after them, and Zhou Bai had a faint feeling in his heart that this way to Youzhou City should be unhindered.

Sure enough, after the snow stopped, Zhou Bai and Hongyu re-embarked on the road, passing several checkpoints in a row, and the generals guarding the customs had no high-level officials in the general's mansion, and these ordinary guards were reluctant to see Zhou Bai, and glared angrily. But as if he had heard some order, he did not make it difficult and opened the city to let him go.

Hmm~ Looking back at another checkpoint passing by, Zhou Bai knew in his heart that it must be Yakumo who went back to the division to move the rescuers.

A raging grin opened at the corner of his mouth, Yakumo, Yakumo, where is the matter as simple as you imagined. Your trip will definitely be fruitless, not to mention that Longhu Mountain doesn't know, even if you know, you won't be informed, let alone lose thousands of years of Daoji to attack me.

However, let the Daomen know the plans of the Buddhism, and your trip can be regarded as somewhat useful.

After turning around, his expression had returned to his previous warmth, and his gentle gaze warmed Hongyu's heart, and Zhou Bai returned an intoxicating smile.

The weather has completely turned cold, the snow on the road has never melted, the ice in the river has become thicker, and the transportation has been suspended, and the ferries have been replaced by dry boats running on ice.

When the two arrived in Kongfang Town, it was already close to the end of the year, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, many shops were closed early, and even the inns in the town were closed, so Zhou Bai had no choice but to rent a private house next to Kongfang Lake to rest.

Since Zhou Bai came to this world, it has been more than half a year, the southern New Year is strong and lively, and the north, especially the northern Xinjiang, is the most frequent time for foreign races to go out in winter, so at the end of each year, most of the conditions go back to the new house in the place of Bingtun for the New Year.

When Zhou Bai came to the town, the people had almost evacuated, and the rest were unable to evacuate or guarding the house.

Lying on the unfamiliar and familiar ondol, hiding from the warm quilt, this moment is like heaven, and this kind of enjoyment is inevitable in the south. Squinting his eyes, Zhou Bai didn't realize that he had fallen asleep deeply.

Even the red jade next door sank into the warmth of the fire kang, and her heart sank into the sea of consciousness to simulate sleep.

When Zhou Bai opened his eyes, there was a gray scene outside the window, Zhou Bai's sleepiness dissipated at this moment, and his mind was unprecedentedly clear, as if he had returned to the time when he had returned to 'no space'.

Clothed in clothes, Zhou Bai pushed open the door, a chill instantly made him shiver, after putting on the cotton robe, Zhou Bai stepped on the whining snow and walked to the Kongfang Lake next to him.

Freezing for days, dozens of acres of small lakes have condensed thick ice, Zhou Bai raised his eyes, and a vague black shadow was sitting on the shore of the lake in the distance.

Zhou Bai felt something, so he walked away.

When the footsteps stopped, an old man was sitting on the ice with a hat and fishing, and the falling snowflakes had covered his whole body, if he hadn't sensed his long breath, Zhou Bai would have thought that the other party had frozen to death on the lakeside.

Looking at this situation, Zhou Bai suddenly remembered a poem 'fishing alone in the cold river and snow', now there is no lonely boat, only a lisa Weng is fishing alone in the cold river and snow, but it has a different artistic conception.

Looking at the back of the old man, Zhou Bai seemed to have an understanding, the old man seemed to be immovable, and Zhou Bai was also motionless, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, Zhou Bai was like a snowman at the moment, but the temperament on his body gradually had a different change, as the hook was bitten, the fishing rod continued to bend and straighten, and the old man's hand was like a rock, allowing the fish to scurry under the water, not moving.

And Zhou Bai's aura also changed again in this fluctuation, a black line came out of Zhou Bai's heart, and the silver-white snow on Zhou Bai's body instantly turned black, which was not a change in color but a reversal of the essence.

The darkness seemed to be spreading, and it had gradually spread to the old man who had not yet noticed.

The fish seemed to be frightened at this moment, and immediately escaped from the hook, and the old man couldn't help but sigh, which resounded in Zhou Bai's ears, and the black line also collapsed.

Zhou Bai closed his eyes and opened his eyes, where was the old fisherman in front of him, and even the fishing holes on the ice had disappeared without a trace.

The pitch-black ice and snow gradually gathered together, turned into black lines and returned to Zhou Bai's hands.

Zhou Bai couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's a failure."

Turning suddenly, the old man was standing behind him, and the snow on the hat was gone, revealing its original dark color. "Didn't you already know the ending, why do you still try?" the old man's voice made people feel inexplicably familiar.

Zhou Bai said in a deep voice, "If you don't try, I'm unwilling." Hearing this, the old man took off his hat and revealed Zhou Bai's old face.

"Now that I've tried, isn't it even more unwilling?"

Zhou Bai shook his head and said nothing, after trying it, it would only make him more determined.

"Alas~" With a sigh, the old man disappeared completely. And Zhou Bai also opened his eyes.

The candle flame flickered, and the warmth of the fire kang made him a little unable to distinguish between reality and reality.

Hongyu suddenly appeared in front of the kang and looked at Zhou Bai suspiciously, "I sensed the mind of Buddhism just now, and you have begun to practice "Three Thousand Dreams"?"

Zhou Bai retracted his bare arms back into the quilt with some embarrassment, and said, "Shicai only simulated the trajectory of the exercises with the help of spiritual power, and did not really cultivate. ”

Hongyu frowned and said, "Although you have a strong body, but your state of mind cultivation has no martial arts to improve, so don't try Buddhist exercises again for the time being." ”

Zhou Bai said with a smile: "I have already given the exercise cheats to Brother Gu as a congratulatory gift, and now it's too late to cultivate even if I want to." ”

Only Zhou Bai, whose head was exposed, didn't know which laugh Hongyu had poked, Hongyu looked at Zhou Bai who was squirming on the kang, and couldn't help laughing, until Zhou Bai drove her away, she could faintly hear the laughter next door.

The sound of firecrackers in the old year, the town gradually became empty, the war in the north continued, if the fireworks were set off in vain, I am afraid that the foreign garrison still thought that this place was attacked by the enemy.

In desperation, Zhou Bai and Hongyu spent a Chinese New Year's Eve without the Spring Festival Gala, firecrackers, and dumplings in this Kongfang Town.

And at this moment in the Baiyun Temple,

"Shifang, how is the Lotus Sutra read?" asked Zen Master Baiyun kindly.

"Master, I've already read about 'persuasion'. Xia Houjie put away the scroll in his hand and looked up at Baiyun, his eyes were full of fanatical piety, and a round of 'swastika' characters kept turning in it.