Chapter 259: On the Ancient Road

The wind became more urgent, and the snow fell on Mu Hao's body obliquely. Carrying the ancient sword on his back, Mu Hao's steps were not messy because of these gazes, and he was still so unhurried. Following the ancient road, stepping on the petals all over the ground, it was like walking out of the clouds, until it appeared in front of the cyan ancient steps. Mu Hao raised his eyes and looked, this ancient staircase like a ladder was endless, leading to the end of the green peak, like a sharp sword inserted into the sky, faintly, there seemed to be a little crisp sword sound on it, quietly echoing.

"Where have you been during this time?" looked directly at the somewhat dusty figure close to this ruler, and the middle-aged man's voice was a little hoarse.

"Stay in the grave," Mu Hao said with a slight salute.

"Tower of Atonement?" The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and he had occasionally thought of Mu Hao at some nights, and he was a little regretful, and even confused. How could this young man who was a little too calm die in the Tower of Atonement? Just at this moment, hearing this explanation, the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth raised a shallow smile, "They all thought you were dead, and I used to think so too." You've been in that grave for almost a month, and you've really endured it, but why did you come out of the grave this time?"

"Lord Enforcer, isn't this asking knowingly?" Mu Hao's mouth bloomed with a bright smile, raised his head, and pointed to the Qingfeng that was covered by clouds and mist, "I want to stand on it and see the scenery there." ”。

"You're a lot behind. Looking directly into this calm eye, the middle-aged man said softly: "Except for those losers behind you, you are the last to climb the mountain." ”

"The last one?" The smile on the corner of Mu Hao's mouth became brighter and brighter: "Isn't it very good, often the last person to set off can enjoy the scenery that no one can see." ”。 A few pieces of snow were swept down by the wind and floated across Mu Hao's face and landed on Mu Hao's shoulders. Mu Hao gently patted the snowflakes on his shoulders, and stepped lightly, casually stepping on the somewhat wet cyan ancient steps.

There were slight ripples in the wind, and the snow was as cold as a blade blowing on Mu Hao's face. Countless eyes around were attracted by Mu Hao's back, and most of these eyes still had shock. Obviously, these people have not yet reacted from the scene where Mu Hao appeared, and there are also many disciples of the Red Void Palace from Western Qin, who sneered in their eyes. Winning the Chixu Palace and enjoying the scenery, does this guy really think that those senior brothers who set off earlier are air?

The most important thing is that there is the prince of Qin Zheng. There are many inferior roots of human nature, and often many times, they can't see people dazzling, or in other words, they can't see people like themselves, and they become dazzling. On the contrary, they will look up to some people who are born to shine brightly, such as Qin Zheng, the prince from Western Qin, who challenges the geniuses of the Western Qin Pavilion who have never been defeated. For example, Dongbo Snow Eagle is the leader in the Red Void Palace, and no one can compare with it.

So when most of the eyes were on Mu Hao, most of them were expecting, expecting Mu Hao to be directly knocked down like they had before. Despite the strength of the latter, they knew that this scene would not happen at least immediately, but they could not hide the anticipation in their eyes.

"The mountain roads are rugged, so if you want to enjoy the scenery, you have to be careful. The middle-aged man lowered his eyes.

In the first step, Mu Hao stepped on the sturdy cyan ancient steps, and an indescribable sense of terror and oppression surged out like a tide on the ancient steps under his feet. Mu Hao had a feeling of trance, as if he was in the middle of a battlefield, and in front of him was the thousands of enemy troops rushing forward, wanting to crush his body.

For Mu Hao, the eyes of others are like this fluttering snow. Even if countless eyes converged, they couldn't stop him. Moreover, Mu Hao rarely cared about the eyes of others, but chose to ignore them.

Mu Hao raised his head, his gaze swept over the cyan ancient steps, and he could see the dappled sunlight sweeping over the plum blossoms in full bloom, and the specks of light falling on the snow. The beautiful scenery there is pleasing to the eye, Mu Hao thought. Smelling the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, he seemed to take a breath of enjoyment, and put one hand behind his back, just like those elegant literati, walking leisurely on the mountain road.

Often many times, the last person to set off is the one who can enjoy the scenery along the way, and there is no one before or after. Mu Hao's every step was so light, he was afraid of stepping on the petals that fell on the snow. Although Mu Hao was under terrifying oppression at this moment, his brows never frowned.

With a smile on his lips, Mu Hao sometimes looked at the endless mountain road, and sometimes looked at the swaying wind and snow. The plum blossoms standing in the wind, at this moment, Mu Hao somehow remembered a figure, the white-clothed figure who picked up the sword and left. The mountain road is bright, and the white-clothed figure like snow is also so bright.

The middle-aged man raised his head slightly and looked at Mu Hao's swaying back, and suddenly saw a white-clothed swordsman, holding a sword to fight the scene of the blood-stained world alone, and also saw the white-clothed swordsman in a trance, and said to those self-esteemed sons of the sky: "Which of you has been better than the sword in my Hao Mutian's hand?"

"Your father and son are prouder than anyone else, one sword wins the best of the two palaces, and no one in the Heavenly Chosen Court dares to take the sword. Fighting alone in the center of the group, ask the Seven Realms of Immortal Cultivation at the end, who dares to forget the sword of the past?" the middle-aged man muttered to himself, his fists clenched slightly, but he just remembered something, and a touch of regret swept between his eyebrows, the dantian was shattered, and the foundation was destroyed.

Mu Hao walked and marched until he disappeared at the end of the mountain road, where the plum blossoms were blooming. The emotions in the countless eyes did not change with the disappearance of Mu Hao's back, and many of the disciples of the Red Void Palace in Western Qin were still pouting, but they were a little inexplicably uneasy in their hearts. Mu Hao walked so calmly and calmly.

It's just that this uneasiness dissipates with the cold wind, and Senior Brother Shi is on it, if he is lucky enough to catch up with Senior Brother Shi, can he pass the sword in Senior Brother Shi's hand? Thinking of this, the corners of these disciples' slightly pursed mouths sneered, just with a little regret, and they missed a good show.

Compared to these disciples, a few ragged civilian monks lowered their eyes, as if in deep thought, and then stepped forward again, and continued to walk up the stone steps, crawling forward.

Mu Hao has always maintained a calm heart, looking at the plum blossoms passing by beside him, not sad or happy, and moving forward slowly. He could clearly feel the growing oppression on the steps. At the same time, there is also an oppression in this heaven and earth, and this oppression seems to be targeted, only focused on oneself.

Vaguely, Mu Hao could also perceive that on these stone steps, there was a sword qi that was about to leak out, and stepping on them was like stepping on the blade of a sword, and it was painful. Fortunately, Mu Hao felt that he could bear the pain with a smile after suffering countless baptisms. Mu Hao's footsteps are still unhurried, admiring the mountains, scenery, and snow scenery in the sky.

Occasionally, when he raised his head, Mu Hao could see the chaffinch, which was struggling among the mountain streams, and the cold wind was as cold as a knife, breaking its wings until it was destroyed in the wind and snow. However, the neighing of these birds, like the sound of the wind in the ears, has always echoed in the heavens and the earth, and no one knows how long these chirpings have echoed, perhaps since time immemorial.

Mu Hao also saw that in the clear spring of the mountain stream, the weak fish were swimming upstream, facing the cold and biting impact, until they floated down weakly, and were hit by the smooth mountain rocks, and were smashed by the impact. Seeing this, Mu Hao couldn't help but think that in his previous life, he heard that there were only seven seconds of memory for swimming fish in the water, and it was these swimming fish who forgot the pain of seven seconds ago and went upstream, which was an attachment that was born into their bones, making them so stupid, stupid and awe-inspiring.

Fate and will are often the opposite, the finch flies against the wind, and the fish swims upstream. Although he died, his determination was not bound by fate and did not rot with the grass and trees. Thinking of this, Mu Hao's heart wanted to climb to the top, win the crown, and the longing for a glimpse of the scenery of heaven and earth became inexplicably strong. Often many times, people have a will or idea, their steps will not be so heavy, Mu Hao all the way up, never on the steps, leaving any footprints, snow petals, still so charming.

The bamboo forest is dotted with white snow. Walking here, Mu Hao finally saw the back of the same color. Although it seems that this somewhat gorgeous and expensive robe is full of slush, and the immature face is dazed, and some hesitant looks ahead.

The horizontal mountain breeze rolls up the bamboo leaves, cutting through the beautiful snow. It is like a sharp sword, and there are pools of blood on the mountain road on it, which is shocking. It was this pool of blood that made this disciple hesitate and bow his head slightly.

This is a prince from the prince and noble, Mu Hao's steps are very light, like a warm spring breeze, walking past this disciple's side. His gaze did not stop at this figure, and walked towards the wild roll of bamboo leaves, until a fluttering piece of clothing disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

Seeing that Mu Hao said so lightly, the disciple smiled nervously: "It doesn't seem to be as terrible as it seems." ”。 Saying that, the disciple stepped forward, but the swept bamboo leaves cut through his robe in an instant, and the bloody scarlet stained the swaying snowflakes red, and the disciple's face was full of pain and horror.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Walking among the bright green bamboo forests, Mu Hao understood this sentence. Mu Hao walked for a long time, probably hundreds of meters or more than a thousand meters, and he never saw other figures again. It wasn't until he was at the end of the bamboo forest that Mu Hao saw a ragged figure, crawling forward on the snow, like a white scroll without pen and ink, dripping with a touch of vermilion, and the scarlet blood was a little eye-catching in the white world.

In the fragrance of flowers, Mu Hao smelled the smell of blood, a long-lost smell. Looking down at the young man who was crawling forward, Mu Hao did not stop, and moved forward step by step.

The young man in rags did not raise his eyes to look at Mu Hao, until Mu Hao's figure disappeared at the end of the wind and snow, and his back flashed in his sight. There was a touch of confusion in the corners of the young man's eyes, this figure was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember who was lowering his head and gritting his teeth, and the young man continued to crawl forward, as if he had crawled to the end, and he could crawl out of the dirty, uncared slum and crawl towards the starry sky.

The companions I met for the first time were princes and nobles, the companions I met on the second floor were commoner monks from the slums, and the companions I met for the third time were two law enforcers, and the moon-white robes were like snow. The two law enforcers left and right hands, carrying the dizzy reference, saw Mu Hao walking over, their eyes were surprised, they clearly remembered that when they came up, they had never seen Mu Hao.

"Dead?" Mu Hao saluted slightly, looking at these bloodstained disciples. "I've fainted!" the older enforcer glanced at Mu Hao, and he didn't have a good breath.

"Are there a lot of people in front?" asked Mu Hao. "Many, but almost all fainted. If you don't want to be offended, come down with us in peace!" another enforcer reminded, "The trail ahead is rougher and more difficult. ”。

"I'm finally catching up. Mu Hao chuckled and continued to walk forward in the face of the wind and snow.

Looking at Mu Hao's back as he walked away, the two enforcers shook their heads slightly. Today, I have to be busy, looking down at the reference people sandwiched around my waist, most of these dizzy references are from the slums, and their cultivation is far inferior to those who are born in princes and nobles, or the disciples of the Red Void Palace who have been trained by the palace gate, but their will is like a bright bamboo forest on the mountain road.