The winter in the northwest is like a wild knife dancing, and the wind is cold and hits the face, and there is a sting pain of being scratched by the blade in an instant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The top of the cold and supernatural snow-capped mountain has almost no pedestrian footsteps, and even the most ferocious spirit beasts do not set foot in this mountain that may have an avalanche at any time.

The wind and clouds are raging, and the clouds are thick. The weather here is like when Pangu was just starting out, and the sudden changes in the surrounding environment are incomprehensible. Villagers in a distant village at the foot of the mountain say that this is because the lone star in the Milky Way sometimes falls here, and every 15th full moon night, the lone star can be clearly seen dragging its long tail to the top of the snow-capped mountain on a bright and starry night. Many people who have spied on the Lone Starfall Gem have tried to go up the snowy mountains to find them, but they have been trapped by the powerful barrier or died in a blizzard.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain lives a hidden martial arts saint, who is almost old, but his body is still strong. Her silver-white hair was spread out, and her hair was waist-length like white satin. The old man's eyes were deep and firm. Occasionally, the villagers at the foot of the mountain can see through the mist the bluestone path reflected on the mountain on a moonlit night, and the stone surface is like a mirror with faint light spots. At the end of each year, the villagers have to catch their cattle and sheep the fattest and enshrine them at the snow-capped mountain crossing, waiting for the spirit beasts on the mountain to enjoy, so that the next year can ensure the safety of the next year. This custom was passed down by the villagers at the foot of the mountain at some point.

The nearest village to the top of the snow-capped mountain is called 'Hengcun' by the locals, perhaps because it is located at the foot of the snow-capped mountain. stopped the passing wind and snow, and everyone called it casually. It may be the closest reason to the snow-capped mountains, where snow falls all year round, and as long as there are traces of it, it will soon be covered. Therefore, the people in the business traveler or the martial arts have left no traces in the past, which also makes this place called 'Shadowless Village'. Either way, the people who stop here don't seem to care. All they know is that there is a 'Xiaoyaotang', only here is the unique wine, the strange fresh meat of the snow-capped mountains and the aromatherapy of the stove, which makes them sleep for a night. Even if he was buried in the snow mountain the next day, he died without regrets.

Most of the people who came to Wuying Village had heard that the temple on the top of the snow-capped mountain was buried in the martial arts mastery, as well as countless gold and silver money. Let's ask, who doesn't want to show their ambitions in the newly rising Jianzhou Jurchen tribe at that time, and how many people don't want to take advantage of the stormy Ming Dynasty to rise up. The people were panicked, and many rangers were ambitious to spy on the wind and grass in the rivers and lakes. The situation in the Central Plains is becoming more and more chaotic, and more and more people are looming in the northeast and northwest. In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, Li Zicheng attacked Beijing, Emperor Chongzhen Sizong hanged himself, and his two princes also escaped from the capital. According to rumors, one of the princes was rescued by the first assistant minister who had been deposed by Sizong, and the two fled across the desert to a snow-capped mountain in the northwest to escape revenge. There was also a prince who was not so lucky, fled directly to the south, and when he arrived at the ferry, he was found dead on the spot by the people who rebelled, and a small number of Ming Dynasty clans fled to Jiangnan disguised as fishermen and established the Southern Ming Dynasty there.

In the seventeenth year of Ming Sizong Chongzhen, this year coincided with the alternation of the four regimes of the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty, the Great Shun and the Great West. In the depths of the snow-capped mountains in the northwest, you can only see snowflakes flying in the sky and birch trees towering into the sky. Jianghu guests never worry about the benefits and power brought to them by the change of dynasty, because as long as they get the heirloom martial arts and unlimited gold and silver from the top of the snow-capped mountain, they will naturally enjoy endless wealth and glory and the ability to command the heroes of the world.

In the field of vision of the illusory world on the top of the snow-capped mountain, you can sometimes see curling smoke rising not far away, and sparse fireworks in the world. It is as if only the souls of the wandering world are left here, and the wind and snow can be frozen into beautiful ice cubes in a certain barrier here, and then melt into water droplets and evaporate in an instant.

I don't know when, a series of deep footprints were left on the Vari Peak on the south side of the top of the snow-capped mountain. Judging from the footprints pressed on the freshly fallen snow, this person can dissipate the heat in the wind and snow and instantly freeze the new snow that falls again. It can be seen that this person's martial arts attainments have reached the peak, and the series of footprints of kung fu in a blink of an eye has spread to the mountainside. The true qi in his body transformed into a Dao Dao, and the white mist rose from the ring with footprints. In an instant, the neon was dressed and the wind was a horse, and the immortals came down one after another.

A young man in a white snow bear fur coat leaned down on the ground and looked at the footprints, he suddenly got up and jumped in the air, his left hand was empty, his right hand stretched out his index finger and the middle finger were pressed together, and then he tapped his eyebrows and then opened his eyes. His eyes passed through the vast white mist, and he vaguely saw a middle-aged man with a burly figure, snow-white temples, and an angular face. Seeing that this man was dressed like a man in the snowy mountains, the young man couldn't help but ask himself: On the top of the snow-capped mountains in the vast world, ordinary people don't know how to open the enchantment here. In the past ten years, I have seen a lot of business travelers and knights coming and going in Shadowless Town, but most of them have died in the snowy mountains or returned in vain.

The young man didn't think much about it, gathered his palm, supported the ground with one hand, and his body was parallel to the ice and snow, pushing the snow and chasing. The phantom in his eyes began to blur, and he could only occasionally refract the middle-aged man flying up on the snow for a while, and running away behind a birch tree for a while. The young man sighed: "Ghost", and then tried his best to chase after this person with eight points of true qi.

'How could he have disappeared here, even though he had already caught up with this man?' the boy paused.

Suddenly, I heard behind me, "Who are you, and why are you following me?" The voice was clearly transmitted through the air, but it hovered in the birch forest for a long time.

The young man turned around suddenly, his eyes keenly looking under a thick birch tree, and at a glance he saw the middle-aged man he was looking for.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched upward, clapped his hands and praised: Little brother, your ear skills are good, you didn't lose your mind by my 'crazy mystical sound', but let you discover my hiding place.

The young man wasn't sure where the man really was, but he saw Dao Dao True Qi flash out from behind the birch tree. It wasn't until the man walked out from behind the tree that the hard, dark, thin and angular face gradually became clear. Judging from the outfit, this middle-aged man does not look like a barbarian in the Gobi Desert, let alone a villager in Wuying Town at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, but a somewhat aristocratic Central Plains hero.

As the boy pondered, a steel and jet-black broadsword flew out from the man's back, and then sliced through the snow like a meteor. The snowflakes were also split in two by the sharp blades, but they could land softly on the ground. The jet-black broadsword was like a loose beast, playing wantonly in the snow. When it gets tired, it will shake the ice and snow into the ground with a 'boom'. The man used the True Yuan to protect his body and was safe and sound, but the young man was shocked by this powerful air flow and hung on a birch tree dozens of meters high.

The man smiled and looked at the young man hanging in the treetops, and this time the beard on his mouth also rose so obviously: "Child, you look quite familiar with the top of the snowy mountain." Can you lead me to the entrance to the Snow Mountain Temple?" The young man ignored what the man said, flicked the branch to himself, and used the 'Demon Dragon Yu Yue' style, getting rid of the branch and falling to the ground lightly. When the boy turned his head to look at the man again, he suddenly noticed that a baby was poking out half of his head on his chest, and the thick robe and cotton clothes made the baby breathless, and he stretched out his little hand to grasp the snowflakes falling in the air.

The boy was fascinated by this cute little life, but he forgot that the person just now used such a powerful internal force without hurting the baby in his arms. This kind of skill is not the martial arts of ordinary famous and decent people in the rivers and lakes.

The boy responded with some panic: "I don't know you, there's no reason to show you the way." ”

And the middle-aged man didn't give up asking because of the young man's answer, he continued with concern: "Okay, let the old man take you to see the temple of knowledge." lest you little doll be taken away by the white red bear. Looking at your fierce character, it is somewhat similar to my son. It's a pity that ......" Before he could finish speaking, he turned around and heard his choked tone between his words.

The boy approached the middle-aged man to see the sleeping and snoring baby again. The man suddenly whispered, "Child, how old are you?"

The young man listened to this person's tone, not as arrogant and rude as the worldly people in the master's mouth, nor the ruthlessness of a chivalrous man who stood alone in the world. After thinking about it, I still told him my name: "My name is Snow Sword Sealing Dust, and I am just ten years old today, you can call me Sealing Dust." ”