"Han Bing, do you really want to go in?"

It was an old man in his seventies who spoke, and his hair was combed very carefully, without a trace of messiness. But the silver white hair was still clearly visible in the black hair. I saw that his frozen purple face was full of wrinkles, his gray-white lips twitched, and in his slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes flashed with doubt.

Kunlun Yuxu Mountain, which is 7,000 meters above sea level, is a giant glacier covered by layers of icy snow, echoing with its sister peak Yuxian Peak. The cold wind gusted, and the cold air seeped out from the ice surface with a cold clear light, penetrating people's hearts. Although the wonderful scenery in front of you is dizzying, countless huge ice blocks are piled up, which are whistling in the wind and exploding into countless broken ice blocks, naturally forming ice tables and ice chairs, ice lakes, ice holes, and ice mushrooms.

"Grandpa, I've made up my mind, and now no one can stop me. There was a voice as cold as ice.

Ou Zhixiong, a generation of heroes who once called the heroic martial arts, is already in his last years at the moment, with a number of "one" shaped wrinkles on his forehead and dense small wrinkles like a mesh at the corners of his eyes, which are gifts from the years to the elderly. Despite his old age and lack of ambition, he looked affectionately at the woman standing across from him, a girl to be exact, a young girl.

She is in her twenties, wearing a white dress, her skin is better than snow, her eyes are like a pool of clear water, and when she looks forward to it, she has an elegant and elegant temperament, which makes people take pictures. And her face is even more delicate and incomparable, her complexion is exquisite, and she cannot be forced to look at. Her long black hair was draped over her back, gently held by a snow-white ribbon, and her white clothes made her flutter like a fairy, and she was really not an earthly person.

Beside the girl, there were two girls standing on the left and right, who were also dressed in white dresses and had no expression on their faces. The cold in their eyes is pressing, the corners of their eyebrows and eyes are even more cold as frost, their faces are white, like a piece of cold jade, their long hair falls on their shoulders like brocade, and they are also snow-white, and the beautiful and elegant facial features can pinch out the water, they seem to be two ice sculpture beauties, full of mystery, but peerless, captivating the city and the country.

Ou Zhixiong screamed sadly: "All the springs are frozen, and I am more cold." Since you have made up your mind, Grandpa, I naturally have nothing to say, so I will stay at the entrance of the cave and wait for you to come out. ”

The entrance of the cave that Ou Zhixiong said was directly in front of them, it was a huge ice cave, connected to a narrow ice bridge, the width of the bridge deck was less than a foot, but it was more than ten meters long, the top was smooth and white, under the bridge was a hundred zhang hanging wall, unfathomable, there were no bones left when they fell, and people without courage did not even dare to move forward, let alone dare to walk over.

The ice cave is about ten meters wide and high, and inside it is the world of ice, which is composed of large and small landscapes such as icicles, ice curtains, ice bodhisattvas, ice waterfalls, and ice flowers formed by ice. What's even more amazing is that the ice cave is shining with red firelight, and the huge ice blocks of malachite blue and the red fire produce a wonderful contrast, like a fairyland, and the beauty is amazing.

The ice cave is not very deep, the innermost part is a red fire, illuminating a huge piece of ice, it stands quietly on the glacier, under the glow of the fire, emitting a soft and tranquil luster, as if plated with a layer of brilliant gold, shining on the mirror-like smooth ice, like thousands of fire girls dancing desperately.

There was something faintly embedded in the transparent ice, and it was impossible to see what it was, but Ou Zhixiong's heart seemed to be burning with a fire, and the crimson tongue of fire had already stretched the tip of his tongue to his heart. The pain, perhaps to the extreme, numbed him, suddenly appeared in his eyes the old face of his father, a face that was terrifying, and in the eyes of long, tousled hair, there was a terrible light at all times.

"More than 130 years ago, your grandfather left something for our Ou family on the Yuxu Mountain in Kunlun, and also engraved a piece of advice: cold and cold, sharp like frost, knife like cold, grievances and hatred, the dust is settled, donate your body to help the poor, and honor your ancestors. His father's words often rang in his ears.

Ou Hanbing, his only granddaughter, martial arts hegemony, his parents died at the hands of the enemy, his grandchildren depended on each other, Ou Zhixiong raised Hanbing hard, in order to fulfill the last wish left by his ancestors.

The ice flowers on the roof of the cave, like the blooming moon season and chrysanthemum petals, are colorless and transparent, flashing with a cold and beautiful luster. But Ou Zhixiong's heart was empty, loneliness, loneliness and loss overwhelmed him, he felt as if the whole world had abandoned him, and all that was left was his heart like ice, the sound of the horn was cold, and the sorrow was gone.

Ou Zhixiong wanted to cry without tears......