The villagers hiding in the snow forest, seeing this scene, ran over with a hard head. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Surrounded Chang'an, who was lying on the ground, he looked at the others in a daze, and said tremblingly: "Dead?"

Listening to the sound in his ears, Chang'an slowly opened his somewhat tired eyes, which frightened these villagers for a moment.

Chang'an, who opened his mouth and wanted to say something apologetically, couldn't help but touch the wounds on his body, and the words he blurted out turned into a painful and deep dry cough.

"Little... Little fairy, we don't blame you..."

A big man, looking at Chang'an, who was lying on the ground in red and white clothes stained with blood, looked haggard, and nodded heavily, for this young man who was about the same age as his child, he couldn't imagine how painful the blood hole in his shoulder that was pierced by the dagger.

Chang'an, who turned over, wanted to struggle to get up, but his body was just halfway up, and he fell weakly.

The villagers standing behind Chang'an, seeing this, hurriedly stepped forward and helped Chang'an's fallen body, making Chang'an slightly stunned, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he shook his head again and again, and then sighed deeply.

Flying snow continuously, like rain, connecting heaven and earth, but also seems to tell the vicissitudes and memories of the years, Chang'an leaned on the fan sword, looking at these ice flowers falling on his body, in a trance seemed to be able to hear the choking sound from the wind.

Not far away, those busy villagers, looking sad, dug out soil pits, carved tombstones, and buried the things used by the dead villagers before their deaths, which replaced the relics that commemorated the death in the hands of Yin Hu, so that some villagers couldn't help but cry from their faces.

Niu Niu and Xiao Qi, who were summoned by Chang'an from the beast bag, looked at this scene with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but put their eyes on Chang'an's face who was looking up at the snowflakes.

This is the first time in Chang'an, such a close contact with life and death, the mother of the child who was killed by Yin Hu, before she died, her eyes full of hatred, until now, still echo in Chang'an's mind from time to time, making him feel like a soul and a demon.

Xiao Qi took a deep breath, patted Chang'an on the shoulder, and said uncomfortably: "Chang'an, don't you be like this... Life and death are fate, blessings and misfortunes are in the sky... These villagers are understanding..."

Niuniu, who was apologetic and licked the wound on Chang'an's shoulder frozen by the snow, heard this, and couldn't help but feel guilty: "I'm sorry, Chang'an, you were hurt..."

Chang'an, who took a deep breath, touched the heads of Xiao Qi and Niuniu, stretched out his palm, looked at the snowflakes that fell on the palm of his hand and slowly melted, as if talking to himself, shook his head and said: "I don't blame myself, I am not afraid, I am just thinking, where does the ice flower that fell in the whimpering wind come from, where is it going, is it raw when it falls on the ground, and is it ...... Die..."

Speaking of this, Chang'an's bright eyes were full of bitterness and a hint of inexplicability.

With a faint smile, he looked at the villagers who were kneeling in the snow and worshipping in pain, and said softly: "Or, the villager who died because of me is this ice flower, but it did not fall on the land of yesterday, but died in my blood-stained little hands..."

Looking at the tombstone standing in the snow filled with sadness, Chang'an clenched his fists, and the snowflakes that melted into water fell silently from his fingers to the ground, making Chang'an suddenly stunned, and his pupils trembled slightly.

"Could it be... This drop of water is the hope of snow... It's its reincarnation?..."

Suddenly, Chang'an was shocked, and under his enlightenment, bursts of heat suddenly erupted in his body, and his body turned into an iron furnace, an iron furnace that was burning, with this sudden heat flow, Chang'an immediately felt that the fire in his furnace was bigger, burning more vigorously, and the snowflakes that fell on him were also evaporated at this time, and some snowflakes that had not yet fallen on him also melted in mid-air, and then turned into a puff of white smoke that ascended to the sky and disappeared.

The wounds on the thighs and shoulders were also under the sudden surge of heat, recovering frantically, and Niuniu and Xiao Qi, who were leaning on Chang'an's shoulder, immediately discovered Chang'an's abnormality and hurriedly moved away, and the body that was getting hotter and hotter made Xiao Qi Niuniu feel that she was not lying on a body of flesh, but lying on a rock that was scorched by the sun.

This hot flow not only made Chang'an feel deeply comfortable, but even the dry spirit sea was instantly filled, he knew that he had broken through, broken through the eighth layer of the Gathering Spirit, and entered the second dilemma of the Three Spirits Dilemma, the ninth layer of the Gathering Spirit.

Chang'an, who took a deep breath, exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, licked his chapped lips, glanced deeply at the villagers in the distance, and showed gratitude, Chang'an slowly got up, bowed, and then took Xiaoqi and Niuniu, pulled a fan sword weighing 500 catties, and did not enter the end of the whistling wind and snow village.

Three days later...

In a lively village and town, a young man dressed in white appeared.

This young man has clear eyebrows, white teeth and black eyes, and his bright eyes are full of exhaustion and perseverance at the moment.

On both sides of the black hair behind the ears, there was a little guy with big eyes and white hair like a rabbit and a fox, and a small wooden mound with a human face and a tree body, and the two little guys were talking in the young man's ear while raising their paws, and their expressions seemed to be shouting.

What's even more amazing is that the young man staggered, limped, and with every step, his legs and feet seemed to step into the deepest snow, and from his shoulders, wrapped around a red rattan, tied to his back, and behind him was carrying a weapon that was wider than the boy's body, and the most strange thing was that this weapon was like a fan, like a gourd, and there was a handle at the end that could be held.

This young man is none other than Chang'an, who has recovered from his injuries intact.

Looking at Chang'an, who was sweating profusely and gritting her teeth, Niuniu waved her paws, her eyes showed encouragement, and she roared crisply: "Persistence, it's almost there, come on, come on..."

And Xiao Qi, with the little hands of the leaves, constantly fanned the wind for Chang'an, or took out a small cloth to wipe the sweat for Chang'an, this unique scene made everyone in the town look at it together, and the lively atmosphere for a while suddenly quieted.

"No, it's too heavy, I can't hold it anymore!"

Chang An gritted his teeth, swallowed his saliva, his little face was flushed, and walked towards the entrance of the town, for those many eyes, Chang An didn't have any thoughts, he just wanted to hurry up to the bun shop that Xiao Qi said, and have a good rest.

I don't know why, since the fan sword devoured Yin Hu's blood-colored dagger, no matter how Chang'an cast the spell and stored it, it just couldn't be collected in the storage bag, not only that, but the original weight of two hundred catties also increased to five hundred catties after devouring the blood-colored dagger, which seemed to have reached the limit that the storage bag could bear and could not be accommodated.

But in the end, Chang'an realized that it was not that the storage bag could not bear it at all, nor that the weight of the sword was too heavy, but that the sword was too strange.