He pushed open the window, looked at the wind and snow outside the house, thought about the hatred that could not be dissolved between himself and Ximen Wang, and thought that he carried countless hatreds on his shoulders, not only his own, but also his family and friends, shook his head, and said, "This kind of thing cannot be allowed to happen. ”

Although there are more than 100,000 people gathered on the border, there are also those disciples from this Dushan Sect.

But after all the calculations, the only one who is really qualified to compete for the Book of Heaven is this powerful general who has been fighting on the border for many years, Ximen Wang.

Xu Chen said to himself: "Ximen Wang and Beiqiang secretly communicate with each other, probably in exchange for the Book of Heaven, but can Beiqiang really give him the Book of Heaven? No, or rather, it will never be until it is absolutely necessary." Ximen Wang should also understand this, so ......"

Looking at the snow and enjoying the scenery, he wanted to think about his thoughts, and it was impossible to come up with a real way, but his determination was getting stronger and stronger.

Now there must be a gathering of strong people on the wasteland, and there is no bottom of the Beiqiang Taoist Temple, crossing the river by feeling the stones, stepping on the winter grass into the plain, looking at the situation at the time to make corresponding means, as long as Ximen can't get the book of heaven, he is even willing to burn the book of heaven with a fire.

Nothing happened, he closed the window, undressed and burrowed into the warm bed, and lay on his side on the warm and hard kang, thinking about the matter of going to the wasteland and the annoyance that there was no one to fold the quilt, and then he fell into a deep sleep after a while.

The wind and snow outside the house became heavier and heavier, and it rained all night, and when Xu Chen woke up the next morning, the sky that should have been dim had already become extremely bright, and it easily pierced the window and shone into the house.

The shore of the lake has long been frozen, but the lake in the distance is not completely frozen, and the ice cubes floating on the water carry the snow that fell last night, looking like a clump of fluffy white grass, beautiful and a little cute. The branches and leaves of the trees stretching diagonally on the shore of the lake carry a snow, like someone weaving a shabby white towel for a giraffe.

The hot mist erupted from the nose of the big black horse, and the horse's hooves stepped on the snow on the lakeside to create a messy abstract painting, Xu Chen rode on horseback, looking at the blue sea covered by winter snow, and his heart was clear and comfortable.

Walking to the stone pond where he had been meditating these days, he found that the water that had seeped into the pool had long since been frozen into a crystal clear transparent jade, and there was not a single snowflake on it, and it looked very clean. He reached into the air and sensed the wind, and understood that it was because the north wind had become fierce.

Just thinking like this, there were suddenly a few muffled sounds in the wind, which seemed to be the sound of metal objects intersecting with some kind of hard wood, he stepped on the horse's pedals with both feet, straightened up and looked at the place where the sound started, only to see that the yellow cloth was still in the hot spring stream, but the strong wind splashing could be faintly seen between the snow forests, and the two figures were fighting.

He had already decided to go deep into the wasteland, but he still came to the lake today, Xu Chen naturally had his own reasoning, which was related to those women of the Western Jin Dynasty next to the hot spring stream, but he was not sure what to plan, and he did not expect to see such a scene in advance.

Stepping on the horse's pedal, his vision naturally widened and cleared, and he could see the movement there clearly.

............

Zhao Ling'er struggled to stand up with the support of her junior sister, and a stream of blood slowly trickled down the corner of her lips, dripping on the snow covered with scattered footprints under her, crackling.

Not far in front of her, there was an ascetic monk wearing a hat, and despite the cold weather, the monk was barefoot, slowly plucking a rosary in the thumb of his right hand, and holding an iron staff in his left hand, the head of which went deep into the snow.

Zhao Ling'er is the third disciple of the Jade Xuanmen Xuanyuan, and she has the most profound skills among this group of young boys and girls, but she is still not the enemy of this ascetic monk. Thinking of the cold reception she had encountered here these days and today's humiliation, she stared at the other party and said sharply: "The most humid and cold place in the barracks, you let us live, we have no choice but to leave the barren barracks and hide in the barren mountains and mountains, are you still not satisfied?"

The ascetic monk slowly raised his head, his hat covered the upper half of his face, and the lower half of his face was indifferent and without any emotion: "The distribution of camps is a matter for the military, so what does it have to do with me? The Western Jin Dynasty is the Western Jin Dynasty, but it is not the Jade Xuanmen, you know, your Jade Xuanmen is from the Western Jin Dynasty, but the Western Jin Dynasty is not your Jade Xuanmen." ”

Zhao Ling'er raised her sleeve to wipe the blood from her lips and asked, "Then you still want to grab this hot spring." ”

"You've been using this hot spring for so many days, it should be enough. ”

The ascetic monk's reason was simple and crude, and it was obvious that he only cared about driving the young boys and girls of Yuxuanmen away from the hot springs, and did not care about any reason.

"Be reasonable in everything. ”

Zhao Ling'er's eyes drooped slightly, her hands clenched the slender sword at her waist again, and said in a deep voice: "This kind of thing comes first and then comes, even a three-year-old child knows about it, doesn't the master know?"

The ascetic monk replied indifferently, "I am a monk and do not know the things of the world. ”

Zhao Ling'er adjusted her breathing, then raised her head, and a trace of determination flashed in her bright eyes.

The ascetic noticed her preparation for the sword, and knew that the other party might have to use the secret decision of the Jade Xuanmen, so he frowned slightly and said in displeasure: "They are all people in the righteous path, do you have to divide them into life and death?" To tell you the truth, this hot spring is for the princess, so you better get out of the way earlier." ”

Hearing the word princess, the resoluteness in Zhao Ling'er's eyes suddenly diminished, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the yellow cloth circumference. The girls of the Jade Xuanmen behind her also became more silent.

"But even if it's a princess, it can't be so unreasonable. ”

Yaxiu shouted loudly, her cheeks were slightly red because of the cold weather, and she had more shaggy fur around her head and face, which looked very cute, even if she reprimanded the other party, it would only make people want to laugh.

However, the monk could not laugh, and the face in the shadow of the hat became even more gloomy as the girl pointed directly at the esteemed princess.

"Beware of the misfortune that comes out of your mouth, this benefactor. ”

Yaxiu snorted coldly, walked to Chu Zhihua's side and said, "Senior sister, you can rest for a while." ”

After saying this, she took off the shoes under her feet, slowly stepped forward, clenched the long sword at her waist, looked at the ascetic monk and said in a clear voice: "Yuxuanmen Yaxiu asks the master to give advice." ”

When both hands held the ebony handle of Xiujian, the lovely expression on the girl's face was gone, only tranquility remained, and the white socks stepped on the white snow, making a slight squeaking sound, giving the viewer an extremely strange feeling.

The ascetic monk's expression was slightly solemn, his right hand stretched forward, and the string of jet-black prayer beads slowly turned.

"Kill!"

A scream burst out of Yaxiu's cute little mouth, only to see a pale cyan luster flash in the snow forest, Xiujian instantly pulled out of the sheath on her waist, with an indomitable momentum, driving her small body, instantly swept the distance between the two, accompanied by a sneering sword qi slashed towards the monk's body!

The ascetic monk couldn't catch off guard, snorted and retreated again and again, **'s slightly black feet kicked up countless snow balls mixed with grass roots on the snow, and the string of jet-black prayer beads in his right hand flew to his chest and whirled.

The pale cyan luster is instantaneous.

The ascetic monk reached out and grabbed the jet-black rosary, and scratches appeared on the surface of the hard rosary.

The cotton monk's robe on his body was cut by the blade of the sword, and the cotton bloomed, and there were traces of blood.

If Yaxiu's sword was sent deeper, I was afraid that this monk would be disemboweled and killed on the spot.

Yaxiu maintained a half-crouching posture holding a sword, her chest rose and fell slightly, her little face was slightly red, she gasped softly, and her bright eyes were full of excitement, this was the first time she had officially fought with someone, and she didn't expect to win.

The ascetic monk glanced down at the sword marks on his chest, his stone-like jaw trembled slightly with anger, and he stared coldly at Yaxiu and said in a cold voice: "A little girl who has just entered the realm of Yuanhua is so ruthless. ”

Yaxiu's previous sword was deceitful but resolute, and she never left any chance for the enemy to fight back, but in the monk's opinion, such a sudden attack was no different from a sneak attack, if it wasn't a sneak attack, how could she hurt herself?

The monk lightly pronounced the Buddha's name, his mental power rushed out, and the heaven and earth vitality around his body began to gather by the sense, and the dead leaves and broken snow in the snow forest began to fly, and the string of jet-black prayer beads in his hand flew whistling and smashed into Yaxiu's little face.

Yaxiu felt the strong wind blowing in her face, looked at the black rosary that was approaching in an instant, and her reaction was obviously a beat slower than before, after all, it was the little girl who fought for the first time, she thought that since she had won the opponent's sword before, and she had already shown mercy to her subordinates, then this battle would be over, where did she think that the other party actually started to attack again!

At this critical moment, let her body instinctively make the most appropriate response, accompanied by another childish shout, the white socks stepped on the white snow and made a mistake, flipped her hands, and the slender sword half-hanging in the air around her waist provoked and slashed towards the string of prayer beads.

However, the whirling and high-speed spinning rosary beads, as if they had spirituality, suddenly deformed in the air, avoiding the sharp blade, and then turned back onto the blade in Yaxiu's hand.

The rosary wrapped around Xue Liang's blade, and a powerful force was transmitted down, so that Yaxiu couldn't move Xiu's sword at all, and could only watch as the iron staff that the ascetic monk had been holding in his left hand smashed down on his head!

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The ascetic monk shouted.

Yaxiu couldn't pick up the rosary, so she could only let the shadow of the staff cover her little red face.

In the snowy forest, the girls of the Western Jin Dynasty screamed in surprise, but they didn't have time to help.

In the yellow cloth fence near the warm stream, a right hand holding a brush paused slightly, as if preparing to do something.

At this moment, a whistling arrow suddenly broke through the lake.

A sword image rushed from outside the forest like lightning, and flew close to the slender Xiu sword stretched forward by Ya Xiuping, accurately shooting the string of jet-black prayer beads in a very small square inch!

With a buzzing sound, the sword shadow shot the jet-black rosary away from the sword body and into a big tree, the tail of the arrow kept trembling, and the jet-black rosary nailed in the arrow cluster trembled even more, but there was no way to escape.

The sudden change shocked everyone.

A green jade sword that seemed to be mixed with a hint of red shone with an inglorious light.

However, it was this decorative jade sword, which was not sharp and seemed ordinary, that shocked everyone.

Yaxiuxiu's sword suddenly gained freedom, and with the last sword momentum, she forcibly flipped over, picking open the iron rod that struck her little face, and the heavy tip of the staff smashed hard beside her, splashing countless mud and snow.

The ascetic monk did not look back, and he could sense the attack on his rosary, and his heart was extremely vigilant, but the monk who was accustomed to fighting did not pay attention to the enemy who was hiding in the shadows, and with a roar of rage, he held the staff in both hands and smashed it at the girl's body again.

And at this moment, a calm voice came, "Old monk, can't you think about it?"