"This ...... Are you my Yuan Shen?" Ning Zhe was also drunk, and the first thing this Yuan Shen said to himself was to scold him for being stupid. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yuan Shen ignored Ning Zhe, fell asleep on the dantian with his little belly.

This time, Ning Zhe's strength broke through again, and he was more sensitive to the thousands of Yuan Qi between heaven and earth.

"Now is not the best time for our race to appear in a high-profile world, but we still have to slowly consolidate our strength. Xuanyu said to Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe nodded after hearing this, everything is up to Xuanyu, after all, this Xuanyu is a person with great wisdom, and he knows the past and the future.

Ning Zhe stayed in Lingdi Village for a few days before setting off for the Ice Field. Ye Lantian said that there are still five years to open the gate of the fairy world, and one day in the sky and one year on the earth, this world has three hundred and fifty-four days in a year, and five years is one thousand seven hundred and seventy days, which means that Ning Zhe can stay in the world for one thousand seven hundred and seventy years.

In fact, at the beginning, Ning Zhe had the illusion that one day in the sky and one year on the earth, then five years in the sky is fifty years on earth. After careful calculation, I found that this was a very outrageous illusion, he had been in the human world for 1,770 years, and he could completely stay with Bingqing.

This time, Ning Zhe went to the ice field alone, and he was not as eager as he was at the beginning. Anyway, there will be a lot of time in the future, so I don't want to see more of the world along the way and become more familiar with everything in this world.

This way stopped and stopped, because of the improvement of cultivation, the speed of his flight has also been greatly improved, and it only took about a month to come to the ice field.

In the dead of night, Ning Zhe always likes to walk alone under the night sky and feel the tranquility of the night.

Fine snow is falling, and thousands of mountains are snowing at dusk.

Thousands of autumns and snow, people break their intestines, and thousands of miles of Hengfeng are plain silver.

On the cliff, Ning Zhe stands here. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, my eyes penetrated the snow flowing through the years, loneliness became death, and my thoughts were like frost.

The soft moonlight, the sky is full of thoughts. Ning Zhe was still wearing the purple clothes he had obtained in Lan Zhiji, and flew towards the cold moon.

On a whim, Ning Zhe pulled out the sword of the god of music and danced by the moonlight.

The shadow of the moon is like frost, and it slashes down the cold light of the sword. The sword qi is from the heart, and the sword moves with the body. A set of sword moves swung down, full of bitter coldness.

This set of sword moves was created by Ning Zhe himself, and it is called Thinking Like Snow!

This sword intent is not to kill, but to miss.

Comprehending this set of sword moves, Ning Zhe vented the feelings of longing in his heart, and his mind suddenly opened up.

"Who can grasp the direction of the return road on a snowy night, how can a person's valley not be vast?" A man in white stood in the wind, forming a color with the snowy night.

Ning Zhe was in another place, looking in the direction of the man in white, and came to this person with a flick of his fingers.

It was a middle-aged man with a slender figure and a sturdy physique. A knife-like face could be touched, and there seemed to be no glimmer of hope in his hesitant eyes.

He held a folding fan against his chest, looking at the moonlit night, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ning Zhe looked at this person, but he couldn't feel any breath on his body. It can be seen that this person is not an ordinary person but a peerless master.

Therefore, this person's cultivation is above Ning Zhe!

In the land of the world, in the land of frost and snow, there were such strange people, and Ning Zhe was also shocked.

"Looking at the end of the world, the Milky Way snow, the sea is in love. "The man in white swayed his folding fan in the wind and snow, which looked nondescript, but gave people a sense of going with the flow.

Ning Zhe savored this sentence carefully, the vicissitudes of the sea turned into a mulberry field, this is a kind of helplessness of the years. The vicissitudes of life represent the changes of the times, but the word 'love' profoundly shows the single-mindedness of the reciter. And this word 'independence' is full of a lot of helplessness.

A simple sentence, but it makes a lot of sense.

"The vicissitudes of life are hard to part. It seems that the predecessor is also a man of temperament. Ning Zhe stepped forward, swayed the snowflakes on his sleeves, and said lightly.

The man in white looked at Ning Zhe, his eyes were shining, and he said softly: "Your eyes are mixed with all the sufferings of the world, and what is hidden in your eyes is a lot of helplessness and unwillingness. There is a deep murderous aura hidden in your body, and your expression hides your true intentions. ”

"The seniors are really masterful, and they can see some hidden emotions in me at a glance. I don't know the name of the predecessors, and getting together tonight can be regarded as fate. Ning Zhe looked at him and smiled.

The man in white also looked at him with a smile and said, "If you live for a long time, you will naturally be able to see through some things." You have the shadow of me back then. ”

Seeing that the man in white was unwilling to reveal his true identity, Ning Zhe did not continue to ask. The two stood side by side, looking at the bright moon in the sky at the same time, and were speechless for a while in this cold wind.

When the moon was in the sky, the two of them stood on top of this cliff, thinking roughly the same in their hearts.

"This senior is so kind, I have to find a way to make friends with him!"

"This young man suits my appetite, and I think I have no friends in my life, so I will make an exception today and marry this child. ”

Thinking so, they turned their heads to look at each other at the same time. The two were stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

The man in white said: "You are the famous young master Ning Zhe thirty years ago, you are the fifth person to know my name, remember, my name is Ye Weiyang." ”

Ning Zhe arched his hand and said, "The juniors have seen the night seniors. ”

"Ahem, why are you still restrained after saying your name. Let's let it go, let's let it go!" Ye Weiyang laughed, very free and easy, not as proud as other masters.

Seeing that Ye Weiyang was so free and easy, Ning Zhe was not pretentious. He placed the sword in his hand on the snow and sat directly on top of it, with his feet on the edge of the cliff.

And Ye Weiyang also learned from Ning Zhe and put the folding fan on the snow, while he sat on top of the folding fan.

Ning Zhe looked at him, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that this fan is gone." ”

Ye Weiyang laughed and said, "I sit on it, it's a blessing for it." You will remember me when you are reincarnated in your next life. ”

Ning Zhe smiled: "I must remember that it was the seniors who sat it to death." ”

"Haha, what you said won my heart, won my heart!" Ye Weiyang laughed, and the laughter echoed in the cliff for a long time.

Ning Zhe was speechless, how could his words, which had no level at all, win his heart?

After saying nothing for a while, Ning Zhe stood up, picked up the sword, and suddenly pointed at Ye Weiyang.

Ye Weiyang looked at Ning Zhe with a faint smile and said, "Why, just because I sat the fan under my ass to death, you have to avenge it." Could it be that you fell in love at first sight, and life and death are inseparable?"

Ning Zhe was in a cold sweat, at this time, he felt that this Ye Weiyang was a madman, what kind of nonsense was he talking about?

Ning Zhe shook his head and said, "The senior cultivation is profound, I want to ask you a lesson or two." ”

"Say it earlier!" Ye Weiyang shouted, suddenly rose to the ground, picked up the fan under his buttocks the moment he got up, and rushed directly towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe hurriedly dodged, but he didn't expect that Ye Weiyang was so weird. Sometimes it's as quiet as snow, sometimes it's crazy as it's crazy. It made Ning Zhe helpless.

"Senior, please take my trick and miss like snow!" Ning Zhe waved his sword and shuttled through the cold night, smashing the snow fluttering in the air. A sense of sadness flowed out of the sword moves, straight to the hearts of people.

"What a trick, I miss like snow, and I will also send you a lonely like frost!" Ye Weiyang waved the folding fan and laid it flat.

The snowflakes fell on the folding fan, and he danced the folding fan again, shooting the snowflakes out of it.

The snowflake, which was originally lethal, became a murderous flying blade at this time, penetrating the void, revealing a chilling air, and approaching Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe slashed down with another sword, shattering these snowflakes.

The two stopped attacking, and Ye Weiyang laughed and said, "The frost and snow are pressing, and the sharp blade is whirling to capture people's souls. ”

Ning Zhe carried the sword on his back, and then said: "Thoughts are like tides, and hearts are like water, don't be lonely and murderous!" (To be continued.) )