A leaf fell quietly, a gust of wind blew, blowing the leaves swaying from the window into the meditation room, landing on the tea table in front of the white-eyed Zen master, this leaf is green all over, there is still a fragrance of grass and trees slowly emanating out.

The white-eyed Zen master stared for a long time, twisting the leaves and sniffing.

"The practice is not yet complete, just now at that moment there were waves, the heart is like stopping the water is not easy, this leaf is innocent, cut off its roots, it is like killing it, since I have sworn an oath, how can I use the butcher's knife without permission, this leaf withered at this time, it is my fault. ”

There was a sad look on the face of the white-eyed Zen master, and in silence, his left hand brushed over his head, and a trace of silver hair broke off under his brush.

The courtyard where the Baimei Zen Master is located, there is no little novice to clean here, not no one, but the status of the Baimei Zen Master is too respected, no one dares to easily step into the courtyard, even if it is the abbot of Huiming, but also to wait at the gate of the courtyard for a long time, before entering, so that the most curious little novice in the Camel Leaf Temple is that the fallen leaves in the courtyard of the Baimei Zen Master have never floated out of the scope of the courtyard, those thin to a little crooked bamboo fence, but there seems to be an invisible force, even in the storm, the courtyard is still quiet。

"The hair and skin of the body are given by my parents, and I dare not damage them lightly, and today, I apologize for my sins by breaking my hair. "Zen Master Baimei stood under the tree, his eyes were leisurely, and the leaves leaked from his palm, fluttering and falling next to the roots.

In the early spring season, there is still a hint of chill, but more is a vigorous force, hidden in this time, driving all things.

But when spring comes to the earth, there is still a place where spring cannot reach, and the surrounding of the roots of this tree is one of them, the fallen leaves of the past year have long been withered and yellow, and there is a sense of twilight under the curl, which is in strong contrast with the vitality of the new leaves that break out of the buds on the tree.

At this moment, in the pile of dead leaves under the roots of the tree, there is a hint of greenery, but this greenery will soon become one of the withered yellows in the ground.

"Falling leaves return to the roots, after all, it is your fate, in fact, I am not as good as you, you still have a root home, and I am just a wandering stranger, once I die, I can't even get a person who collects the body. The white-eyed Zen master stared at the green fallen leaves, his expression was a little lonely, as if he was not looking at the fallen leaves, but himself.

"Go all the way!"

An old voice drifted away in the wind, and the white-eyed Zen master turned around and looked in the direction of Thundercloud Island, his eyes were leisurely, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Han Shi looked at the white snow flying in the air, inadvertently stretched out his hand, a snowflake fell in his palm, stared a little, his pupils contracted suddenly, this snowflake from a distance, just like the catkins, the catkins are all over the sky, which exudes the interweaving of spring and sorrow, similar to the white snow in the sky, but far away.

This falling snowflake, in the cold but with a faint killing intent, this killing intent, naturally from the top of the head of the catastrophe, although the killing intent in this snowflake is light, but under the accumulation of thousands of snowflakes, it will reach an extremely rich level.

The temperature around me gradually became cold as the snowflakes fell.

This kind of coldness made Han Shi feel the feeling of being a mortal many years ago, when he had not yet cultivated, that kind of biting cold, since he cultivated, he rarely felt it again, but what made Han Shi really feel the shock of his heart was not the killing machine in the snow, but in his spiritual sense, it can be clearly seen that each piece of snow contains tens of thousands of extremely small chips.

Each wafer, even if there is a slight difference in the shape of the wafer, is hexagonal, and there is an indescribable resemblance to the shape of the gray stone, whether there is an unknown mystery in it, or is it just a coincidence.

Han Shi withdrew his spiritual sense and looked up at the sky.

The snow will gradually melt as soon as you start it, and eventually become a drop of water, that is, snow and ice are formed by the solidification of water, and this ice catastrophe is actually a water catastrophe.

Water is one of the five elements, it is invisible, why does it take the shape of six sides after turning into snow, but it is not five sides or seven sides, or some other shape!

Han Shi rubbed his eyebrows, behind this matter, there is a mysterious mystery, this kind of mystery, he can only see the surface now, everything that is hidden behind it, not to the realm, unable to uncover the veil, his mind turned extremely fast, almost at the moment of spiritual exploration, he thought of all kinds of possibilities and speculations, but now he has not yet the qualifications and strength to explore the root cause.

Han Shi didn't know that from the moment when Na Jun left without worry, there was a strange change in the sky calamity, this change was only born because of him, if Na Jun Wuwu and Han Shi went through this calamity together, this strange change would not appear.

The snowflakes gradually grew larger, like pieces of goose feathers, sprinkled and fell, and from a distance, the top of the mountain was the same black for eternity, and gradually turned white under the cover of the snowflakes.

Just like a teenager's black hair, it turns white overnight.

A sense of sorrow, quietly born in the hearts of everyone, this sadness was born from heaven and earth, through the scene of the white head of the mountain peak directly penetrated into the hearts of the people, evoking the long-sealed mourning, many people closed their eyes, did not dare to look again, afraid that if they looked again, they could not help but cry in front of people, only a few people with extremely firm hearts, still burning their eyes, looking at the green shirts in the snow.

"This snow is not simple!" Ruan Peng muttered to himself, this sadness did not affect him much, but it gave him a sense of strangeness, and his intuition told him that there was another mystery behind this snow.

Suddenly, the mutation suddenly appeared, and in the silence of the clouds, there was an ice-blue mist-like airflow rushing out, as soon as this fog-like airflow appeared, there was a clattering sound, Han Shi's pupils contracted rapidly, and an extremely dangerous feeling surfaced in his heart, this cloud-like cloud was frozen.

The original rotating clouds of calamity, under the rapid diffusion of the mist-like airflow, could not bear the cold, and gradually solidified, maintaining the appearance of the cloud, and was frozen in mid-air, the mist-like airflow seemed to have a spirit, turned into an ice-blue trace, and rushed towards Han Shi.

Everywhere the mist-like air flow went, it turned into a piece of ice, and it seemed that even the void was frozen by it, and from a distance, it seemed as if a piece of solid ice stretched out from the clouds and smashed towards Han Shi, but in fact, this solid ice was instantly condensed in mid-air.

The ice-blue airflow had not yet arrived, but there was already a chill coming to his face, Han Shi only felt that all over his body, countless pores were shrouded in this cold, and his whole body was frozen, and the cold was even worse, starting from the fur and skin, spreading towards the body.

The next moment, Han Shi's eyes were blue, and his body was surrounded by ice-blue mist-like airflow, and in less than a breath, it turned into an ice sculpture, and the outer ice layer of this ice sculpture condensed and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, ten zhang, thirty zhang, seventy zhang, two hundred zhang......

In the end, the size of the entire ice cube was fixed at 300 zhang, and an ice cube of this size was already an iceberg.

From a distance, there is a man in a green shirt, seven feet tall, standing in the middle of the 300-zhang iceberg with his eyes closed, compared with the crystal transparent iceberg, it looks inconspicuous, but it is this green shirt, dyed with a touch of green, slowly spreading to the entire iceberg.

This picture, like an eternity, gives people a strong sense of shock.

There was a trace of strangeness in the eyes of Xu Chen's master, this green-shirted monk named Han Shi, the first time he heard the name of this person, it was from Xu Chen's mouth, since then, he has been paying attention to this person, and he didn't care about Xu Chen's defeat in the martial arts, after all, Xu Chen didn't go all out, but the excitement of the fighting made him tremble, not only for Xu Chen's excellence, but also for the profundity of this humane thought, this kind of perception of heaven and earth should not have appeared in a Yuan Dan monk.

And now, this 300-zhang iceberg has made his curiosity about this person reach the extreme.

He is no stranger to this catastrophe, more than 100 years ago, the catastrophe he crossed was this catastrophe, but the iceberg he caused at that time was only more than 50 zhang, even so, he was seriously injured at that time, and almost died in the catastrophe.