In the reckless mountains, I saw a little Taoist priest with clear eyebrows on the mountain road, but he was a child, and he was walking slightly tired step by step, holding a food box in his hand, his face was slightly sweaty, and he was panting.

It is also strange to say, such a sunny spring, but the more this mountain road goes inside, the surrounding spring color will gradually disappear, as if the road taken by this little Taoist priest is not a mountain road, but from spring to autumn.

Until I walked to winter, a depression in a cliff, here, there was nothing, no grass and trees, bare, like a Jedi, and there were only countless sword marks of different shades.

And the surrounding area is full of snow, as if independent of the world, and there, under the cliff, in the snow, is sitting a person, unable to see the face, can only see the back.

What was frightening was that the man's limbs were locked with unusually thick fine iron chains, trapped on this cliff, and there were runes circulating on it, and the messy black hair behind his back was dim, scattered on the ground, like wisps of withered grass.

"Layman, it's time to eat. ”

The little Taoist priest seemed to be familiar with the road, and he was not afraid, his tone was crisp, and then he took out the meals in the food box one by one.

"Why don't you have any wine? I want to drink. ”

The man didn't look back and seemed to see the food, but it was okay if he didn't open his mouth, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he let out a sleepy dragon roaring, and suddenly the mountains shook, and the wind and snow were turbulent.

The sound of chain struggle is even more piercing.

Under the side of the man, I saw a pair of blood-red eyes lit up from the wind and snow in the unkempt black hair, as if even the snow in the sky was dyed red, which was a monstrous murderous aura.

Although the little Taoist priest's face was a little pale, it was not the first time he had seen it, or it was already somewhat familiar.

"Layman, there are five precepts on Shu Mountain, and you can't drink alcohol. ”

He said slowly.

The man didn't seem to react for a moment when he heard the little Taoist priest's righteous answer.

There was a moment of silence, and half of his face turned back again.

"Where's my sword?"

He asked again, this question, there seemed to be many fluttering figures in the wind and snow, and the sword intent was clear, but then the runes on the chain instantly appeared, with a mighty aura, the fluttering figures suddenly dispersed, and even the wind and snow were much smaller.

"The layman's sword has been locked in the Lock Demon Tower, please don't be presumptuous, lest the murderous spirit devour your heart and there will be no turning back. ”

The little Taoist priest replied with an innocent and ignorant face.

"I didn't expect that the dignified Shushan Sword Sect would take advantage of my serious injuries to sneak attack me, which is really disappointing. ”

Although the man was murderous and as cold as a sword, he didn't make a move on this child after all, but the whole back seemed a little silent.

After that, the food in front of the little boy was already taken by the man.

"What about Jiang Ming? I've been itching lately. ”

The man said as he grabbed the food with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Senior Brother Jiang Ming went down the mountain to practice. ”

When the little Taoist priest saw that he was willing to eat, he bent over and picked up the food box, ready to leave.

"Your name is Yin Ruozhuo?"

Facing the little Taoist priest's somewhat puzzled face, the man asked, but he didn't need to answer anymore, just because the clear expression in his eyes was how would you know.

"Phew, coarse tea and light rice every day. ”

Until the little Taoist priest walked away, with the exit of these words, the flying bird flying in the sky suddenly seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, no matter how it struggled, it was useless, but in the end, it still flew away, but I don't know what the owner of this power thought.

In this way, until the twilight, when yin and yang meet.

"Ahh

The man sat quietly on the ground, but the breath between heaven and earth became more and more depressed, and the wind and snow became more and more urgent, until the moment the sun set, the man seemed to be unable to suppress anything anymore, and a crazy and painful roar suddenly roared out.

The surrounding wind and snow were suddenly dyed red, or a layer of blood, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the snow, a pair of blood-red eyes opened, as if they could drip blood, and the invisible and terrifying sword light had already emanated from the person's body, leaving countless sword marks and ravines on the Jedi.

His black hair that hung down to the ground was already floating, writhing in the void like black whips, and the ends of his hair were even more unimaginably sharp, and with each twist, dozens of sword strikes were slashed.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill ......"

The sound of roars and chains is like being in a place of purgatory, full of torment, it is a wail.

It wasn't until the runes on the chain resurfaced that a mysterious sound sounded, like an obscure sound chanted by countless people, from small to large, and gradually to vast, that the red on the snow gradually faded away, and the figure of the person slowly calmed down, as if nothing had appeared, only the snow was still drifting.

On the horizon, a glimmer of morning light has slowly appeared, and the sky has already dawned, and I don't want the night to pass.

The man was still in that posture, sitting there quietly, and he had long been accustomed to such days, or rather, he had long been numb, from the beginning of the difficulty of self-control, and now he could regain his sanity during the day, and the pain and suffering he had experienced was unimaginable to ordinary people.

was murderous, and he survived it alive.

"Day and night, yin and yang, life and death, ......"

The man muttered in a low voice, not knowing what he was thinking, and his index finger carved something on the ground, and the stone chips fluttered away.

"Edgeworth, Shushan, Entering the Dao?"

He kept repeating his previous words until he seemed to think of something, and his body trembled imperceptibly.

"Entering the ......"

Then it was as if he had found a new direction, and the words that came out of his mouth were transformed.

Until there was another small figure on the mountain road, and in this way, a new day began again.