In the depths of winter, the cold wind is like a knife, thousands of miles of snow, the sky is dark and gloomy, and the goose-feather-like snow is falling to the ground one after another, often disappearing in the vast dark night before it can land. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The farmhouse was almost completely shrouded in falling snow, leaving only bright windows, like a pair of wide eyes, looking strangely at the white world.

Not far away, a man in black quietly watched the village at his feet, a black handkerchief covered half of his face, a brown horse under him kept exhaling cold breath from his mouth, the man reached out and stroked it gently, the horse seemed to feel the owner's touch with its head held high, shaking its beautiful mane, and a golden bell under the horse's neck made a crisp sound with the shaking of the horse's body.

His eyes were always fixed on a house in the village, and by the candlelight of the house, the man saw that a woman was adding firewood to the stove, and as if something had alarmed her, she hurriedly got up and walked inside, and after a while the woman had a baby in her arms, which was just a month old.

The child kicked her hands and feet as if she was crying, the woman's upper body swayed from side to side, her palms slapped gently, and the child soon quieted down, and she stood by the door and looked into the distance, like her husband who was waiting for him to return late.

The man looked at the empty sleeve on his left side, which was blown up by the cold wind and then fell gently, his eyes became cold, as if a cold light shot out of it, and then his right hand lifted the reins vigorously, and the horse's front hooves jumped high and rushed down the hill with a neigh.

The woman stood outside the door with the baby in her arms, but she never saw her husband: "It's so dark, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier, I don't know if Brother Junshan can go down the mountain" She looked at the snow in front of her and was very worried.

Not far away, a small figure ran over, saw the woman standing outside the door, wiped a handful of snot and said, "Mother, what are you doing outside under such a big snow?"

The woman looked at the boy covered in mud and sighed and said, "Feng'er, your father hasn't come back yet, don't do anything under the snow so much." After saying that, he looked into the distance worriedly.

The boy looked at the heavy snow and said, "With such a heavy snowfall, the way down the mountain must have been blocked by snow." The boy looked at his mother's worried expression and continued: "Don't worry, mother, Daddy must have found a place to hide from the snow." ”

He turned around and stretched out his hand to push his mother's waist and said, "Mother, go back to the house quickly, don't freeze my sister again, I'll wait for my father here." ”

The woman was pushed into the courtyard by the boy, and as she walked, she said, "Where did you go to wander around when you came back so late?"

The boy laughed, "Hey, hey... I went to Erchun's house at the head of the village, and his father taught me boxing, mother, I'll show you how to practice. ”

The boy lifted the thick cotton pants with both hands, and his hands waved in the snow, and the woman smiled and shook her head as she looked at the child who kept waving her fists and feet.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of a rapid bell in the distance, this sound was getting closer and closer, the woman listened carefully, the bell was crisp, loud, and tight, and suddenly her eyes widened: "It's a golden bell!"

She hurriedly rushed out of the door and dragged the boy into the yard, and plugged the door casually, the boy looked at his panicked mother and said, "Mother, what's wrong with you? What sound is this?"

The woman didn't bother to take care of the boy, so she pulled him and walked into the house. He stuffed the boy into the suitcase in the house and hurriedly said, "Listen to the wind, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to come out, do you know?"

"Mother, what the hell are you doing?" the boy continued.

"Do you hear it, don't make a sound, hug your sister. The woman spoke sternly, and handed the baby in her arms to the boy.

The woman reluctantly took the baby out and put it on the bed and patted it gently, and the child soon quieted down.

She knocked down the wardrobe on the wall, and there was a small door hidden in the back of the wardrobe, she reached out to open it, and two swords appeared in front of her, one of which was all cyan, and the other was red, and the words "Qingyun Sword" and "Xiangyun Sword" were engraved on the two swords

Yushu grabbed the Qingyun sword casually, she pressed the stunned boy into the suitcase and locked the lid, walked to the side of the bed and kissed the baby's face gently, at this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the courtyard, and she rushed out of the door without delaying with the sword.

"Boom..."There was a loud bang and the courtyard door opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed into the courtyard with a large snowflake, and the woman held the sword tightly in one hand, and her eyes were always fixed on the courtyard gate of the black hole.

Immediately after a black shadow appeared, he slowly walked into the courtyard, a big cloak covered his face, a white dragon knife behind him leisurely bubbled with cold light, a white dragon with teeth and claws on the knife surface was entrenched on it, the cold wind carried over, and the man's left sleeve was blown up by the wind and floated in the air at will.

"Senior Sister Yushu, don't come unharmed," the man raised his head and pulled down his scarf, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Phew, who is your senior sister, you traitor who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors. Yu Shu couldn't hide his anger at this moment, saying cruel words in his mouth, but one hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword.

"Haha......" the man laughed on his back. Back then, you were jealous of my practice of divine skills, and you united with my senior brother to cut off my arm and drive me down the mountain, this is the master in your mouth?"

Yu Shu snorted coldly and said: "It's you who insist on going your own way, the master has no choice but to cut off your arm to get you back to the right path, and you don't want to repent and make trouble all day long, so you were driven down the mountain, I didn't expect you, a bastard who eats inside and out, to collude with the Demon Sect to attack Qishan, causing many brothers and sisters to be homeless, you dare to say that this is not a deception to the teacher and the ancestor?"

Immediately after, Yushu shook her head with a smile and said, "Do you think you are very powerful when you destroy Qishan? You are just a dog of the Demon Sect, a waste." ”

The man's face twitched when he heard this, and his palm reversed and secretly slapped out of his palm, before the palm arrived, the qi came first, only to see a black light go straight towards Yushu, she took a few steps back and was lucky to resist, how could the man's internal strength be deep, and a powerful force slammed her body against the wall, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

"Black Sand Palm?" Yushu looked at the man in front of her in surprise.

"You must be very strange, right?Why am I still able to practice the Black Sand Palm," the man slowly walked forward step by step, and Yushu drew her sword in front of her as she stepped back.

"Do you think cutting off my arm will stop me?" haha—" The man looked up to the sky and laughed almost madly.

Yushu took the opportunity to raise the sword and stab, the man's figure turned around and dodged, grabbed Yushu's wrist and turned it out, the Qingyun sword fell to the ground in response, Yushu's right hand was captured, and then the left palm slapped straight towards the man's chest, the man let go of his wrist and turned around his back and waved a palm.

Another mouthful of blood gushed out of Yushu's mouth, and at this moment she could no longer support it and slowly fell to the ground.

The man was about to step forward, when he suddenly saw two black shadows flying towards him in front of him, he immediately waved his two palms, "Boom..."

"Shen Junshan, I know you're here, come out quickly. He shouted into the dark night sky.

At this time, a person walked in from outside the door, he moved gently, slowly helped Yushu who fell to the ground and let her sit against the wall, and then looked at the man in front of him coldly and said, "Senior Brother Jinpeng, long time no see." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Junshan. I have been looking forward to seeing you day and night. Jin Peng looked around: "It's just that I didn't expect that my senior brother would be able to hide in this poor and remote place so that my junior brother could find it." ”

Shen Junshan still looked at Jin Peng expressionlessly: "Oh, I don't know why my junior brother is looking for me?"

Jin Peng's heart suddenly became angry, and he looked at Shen Junshan angrily: "What's the matter?" He grabbed his empty sleeve and said, "Just for this, avenge my broken arm back then." ”

Shen Junshan laughed and said, "Then Senior Brother Jinpeng shouldn't hurry up and start talking so much nonsense." ”

I saw that Jin Peng's body leaned forward, his right foot stomped on the ground, and he rushed out, and his right hand pulled out the white dragon knife from behind him and slashed towards Shen Junshan, this move was like a tiger pounced on food, and the speed was extremely fast, Shen Junshan didn't dare to be careless, and his body rolled on the spot and flashed behind Jin Peng.

Jin Peng quickly turned around with a slash, and at this time, Shen Junshan had already picked up the Qingyun Sword from the ground.

"Ding ......" swords collided, sparks splashed everywhere, and then the two of them fought back and forth.

The snow was still falling, as if God wanted this holy white snow to cover up all the dirt and darkness of this land, and at this time a few drops of blood fell on the ground, and these few drops of red looked particularly bright and dazzling against the white snow.

"A drop... Two drops..."The blood continued to flow downward, slowly gathering in a puddle underground, gradually turning from warm to cold.

Shen Junshan held his left shoulder with his hand, blood was still oozing from between his fingers, and the Qingyun Sword in front of him had been broken into two. The hilt of the sword fell to the ground, but the blade of the sword was deeply inserted into the earthen wall next to the door, and Jin Peng knelt on one knee, holding the white dragon knife in his right hand and panting, both of them were silent, but a pair of eyes never left each other.

The corners of Jin Peng's mouth rose and smiled lightly, and he plunged the knife into the snow with his hand, he stood up and lowered his right hand, his eyes were closed, and his five fingers were bent and secretly forced, and in an instant, a cloud of black mist churned in his hand, slowly getting bigger and bigger, and finally enveloped his whole body, and the surrounding snowflakes were all in the sky and underground with the black mist.

Shen Junshan was stunned as he looked at the swirling snowflakes in front of him, and muttered to himself, "Black... Black Sand Palm?"

Jin Peng opened his eyes suddenly, his head was held high, his arms were bent upward, and he clenched his fists hard, "Ah......" accompanied by a roar, Jin Peng rushed out of the black mist like an arrow.

Shen Junshan had already secretly prevented him from attacking suddenly, Jin Peng swung a palm in the air, and a black light quickly headed towards Shen Junshan, Shen Junshan didn't dare to kick his feet carelessly and flashed to his side, the black light hit the wall directly, and suddenly the mud splashed, and a deep dirt pit was in sight.

Shen Junshan was secretly frightened: "This black sand palm is really powerful!"

Before he could stand firmly, several black lights flew towards him again, and he stomped on the ground with his right foot and landed lightly on the roof, "Poof..."

Shen Junshan saw the opportunity, a front flip landed behind Jin Peng and struck with a palm, who expected Jin Peng to disappear from his eyes like a shapeshift, Shen Junshan was startled at this time and hurriedly turned around, but it was too late, and a black light knocked him out directly.

Jin Peng watched him staggering up from the ground, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, a cloud of black mist slowly rose between his palms, and he whispered: "Farewell, senior brother!" As soon as the words fell, a strong black light shot out, Shen Junshan was powerless to resist, and his body slammed against the wall.

His head was lowered, and he still stood there without falling, the blood from the corner of his mouth kept flowing down, and a broken sword was dripping blood on his chest.

"Wow..."A baby's cry came from the room, Jin Peng frowned and walked in with a knife, he looked at the infant child a little helpless, and even for a moment a smile appeared on his face, but this smile disappeared without a trace in an instant, thinking: "What's wrong with me? How can I sympathize with Shen Junshan's child?" After thinking about it, he didn't hesitate, raised the white dragon knife in his hand and slashed it down.

The sharp blade was almost attached to the child's neck, Jin Peng exhaled a long breath and then put the knife back into the sheath, stretched out his hand and picked up the child, at this time a jade pendant fell from under the child, he bent down to pick it up, and the crystal jade pendant was engraved with two small characters of Juanxiu.

"Yao'er!" Jin Peng said softly.

He wrapped the child in a cloth and tied it in front of him and turned around and walked out of the door, when he walked to the courtyard gate, one hand grabbed the corner of his clothes, one of Yushu's hands trembled and pointed to the child in his arms, Jin Peng looked at the tear-stained senior sister in his heart was a little unbearable, and then put the child into Yushu's arms.

Yushu hugged the child with tenderness in her eyes, she patted gently, one hand kept stroking on the child's face, and after a while, Jin Peng picked up the child from the new department and turned back, without looking at the woman on the ground, and casually pulled out the white dragon knife and fell with a human head.

The wardrobe was slowly lifted into a crack, and a pair of small eyes kept scanning the room, and everything around was terrifyingly quiet, except for the windblown window paper and the sound of "whoosh...".

The boy slowly crawled out of the suitcase, the house was a mess of pots and pans scattered to the ground, and he walked into the yard beside his father, standing there long since he was dead, and his mother in front of him was still leaning against the wall, and her head was rolling to the side and was covered in a thin layer of snow.

The boy did not cry, not even expressionless, he rushed out of the door, and there was no one in the white street, only a deep horseshoe print that stretched northward, and the boy looked at the mark silently, and after a long time he remained motionless, until he was covered with snow, until the mark was covered with snow.

He suddenly rushed into the courtyard, picked up a sword hilt on the ground, and dug frantically on the ground, the weather was cold, and the ground was already as hard as stone.

The boy dug from the night until noon the next day, he dragged his father's body into the dirt pit with great difficulty, and gently covered his father and mother with the soil, and when he had done this, he thrust a wooden plank into the grave, and the boy knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, and when he raised his head again, he was already in tears.

After a long time, he wiped away his tears and got up and walked into the house, and when he came out of the house he had changed into a new dress, and he went out of the courtyard and gently locked the door.

A small figure walked in the snow-white heaven and earth, carrying a burden on his shoulders, holding an auspicious cloud sword in his hand and heading north, he didn't know the appearance of that person, only remembered the deadly voice.

"Jingle bell... Jingle bells..."

The slightly warm winter sun pierced the thick clouds and shone on a wooden board in the courtyard, on which was written crookedly:

Dad, Shen Junshan.

Niang, Tang Yushu's tomb.

Child, Shen Linfeng stands!