Third.

The east courtyard gradually became lively, Chef Lei and his family had already come to work, some workers came, and Zhu Dacang also came at noon to explain some things. The door of the East Courtyard was also opened, and some scattered merchants came to the East Courtyard to wholesale goods.

On this day, Zhao Yuan didn't go out, except for eating, he was in the room all day.

In fact, Zhao Yuan in the room was not quiet, and even had a feeling of sitting on pins and needles, he was very anxious, but he couldn't find the reason.

Is that ink-colored little sword still buried under Xiaoyang Mountain?

And the corpse.

Inky sword.

Ice Excalibur.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan's body shook, he realized an important problem, if Wan Ling'er sold the Ice Divine Sword, it would not be easy for them to go to Xiaoyang Mountain to find that corpse in the future. If it drags on like this, if someone finds the body, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It can be predicted that once Hua Yunzong discovers Ma Silong's body, it will definitely use Xiaoyang Mountain as the radiation center to search for clues in the surrounding towns and villages, and Xu Jiaqiao will bear the brunt......

Wan Ling'er can't be allowed to sell the Ice Divine Sword, at least, he can't sell it until the corpse is found.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan felt anxious.

Now, he could only pray that Wan Ling'er hadn't sold the Ice Divine Sword yet.

In anxious waiting, it got dark.

After dinner, the east courtyard closed early, and the workers all went to the kitchen to chat over the fire, while Zhao Cheng stayed in the hut and waited for Wan Ling'er's paper butterfly.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Zhao Yuan had already cultivated the Jing in the realm of brute force countless times, but there was still no trace of a paper butterfly at the entrance of the cave where the cold wind was blowing.

Rustling......

Finally, there was a faint sound of friction outside the window.

Zhao Yuan's six senses, which were immersed in the realm of "quiet" world, were extremely keen, and he immediately felt the familiar voice, and suddenly opened his eyes, and sure enough, the pink paper butterfly had already entered the room, turned around in the air, drew a beautiful arc, and then landed at the head of Zhao Yuan's bed.

This time, the paper butterfly did not fall on the head of Zhao Yuan's bed, but circled and landed extremely elegantly, even after the paper butterfly landed at the head of the bed, it swayed its wings a few times, which was extremely beautiful.

It seems that Wan Ling'er is becoming more and more skilled in manipulating paper butterflies.

"Have you slept?" opened the letterhead, it was Wan Ling'er's delicate and neat words, and it could be seen that Wan Ling'er wrote very seriously, and she was very attentive to every stroke.

"Waiting for you. Wan Ling'er, who opened Zhao Yuan's letterhead, saw the two words dragon flying and phoenix dancing on it, and her heart was like a deer, and her face was happy.

"What?"

"I want to see you, you come here. ”

Zhao Yuan didn't want to waste time and got straight to the point. However, after Zhao Yuan's letterhead was sent out, it seemed to sink into the sea, and at least half an hour had passed, and there was still no news.

Could it be that Wan Ling'er sold the Ice Divine Sword?

The distraught Zhao Yuan got out of bed and paced around, if Wan Ling'er didn't reply, he had to go to the foot of Xiaoyang Mountain overnight to deal with the corpse, this matter could not be delayed any longer, otherwise, there would be endless troubles.

If someone finds the ink-colored sword on Ma Silong's body, as long as he tracks it down, he will definitely track it down to Wan Ling'er.

Although Zhao Yuan didn't know much about the world of the cultivation realm, he believed that a flying sword like the ink-colored sword must be well documented. Moreover, Wan Ling'er also once said that the ink-colored sword was bought, and if Hua Yunzong found out about the seller, Wan Ling'er's identity would be exposed.

found Wan Ling'er, pulled out the radish and brought out the mud, and he Zhao Yuan would definitely not be able to escape.

Zhao Yuan naturally didn't know what to do, and Wan Ling'er's thoughts were fighting fiercely at this time.

Rustling......

Under the impatient waiting, the pink paper butterfly finally flew into the room, and Zhao Yuan hurriedly opened the letterhead.

"My father has banned the Ice Divine Sword, I can't go to the East Courtyard, what should I do?"

"I'll be waiting for you at the end of East Street. ”

"Hmm. ”

Zhao Yuan casually found an excuse to beat rabbits and let Mr. Seven open the door, Mr. Seven and Zhao Yuan have long been acquainted, so naturally they will not be embarrassed, and also told Zhao Yuan not to run to the river, in case he falls into the ice hole, it will be bad, this cold day, even if he does not drown, he will freeze half to death.

In the early morning, the wind was cold on East Street, and the rolled snow foam was flying all over the sky, and there was no half of a figure in sight.

Zhao Yuan ran straight to the wilderness at the end of the street.

"Zhao Yuan, I'm here. ”

As soon as Zhao Yuan rushed over a tree, a crisp voice sounded behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Wan Ling'er wearing a set of pink tight-fitting small cotton jackets standing slimly under the tree, with a pair of deerskin shoes under his feet. The little padded jacket fits very well, Wan Ling'er's already bumpy figure is becoming more and more graceful, although it is night, under the white snow, the whole body exudes a faint halo, like a cluster of blooming red flowers blooming brightly.

For a while, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but be stupid.

Looking at Zhao Yuan's stupid appearance, Wan Ling'er looked shy, but she was happy in her heart, and she didn't dare to look at Zhao Yuan's eyes.

"You're here. Zhao Yuan was sober.

"I didn't come. Wan Ling'er pouted.

“......”

"Aren't you cold?" Wan Ling'er found that Zhao Yuan was actually wearing a single coat.

"It's not cold. ”

"That'...... That...... Let's go......" Wan Ling'er blushed, lowered her head, stood on tiptoe, and walked towards the field first, leaving a small footprint behind her, and the tall moccasin set off her long legs more and more slender.

"Ling'er, we don't have time. ”

Snow white beauty, poetic and picturesque, but unfortunately, Zhao Yuan had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery at all, because he saw Wan Ling'er holding the Ice Divine Sword in his hand.

After seeing the Cold Ice Divine Sword, Zhao Yuan suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and he didn't notice the shyness on Wan Ling'er's face at all.

"What's the lack of time?" Wan Ling'er was stunned for a moment and looked back at Zhao Yuan.

"We have to go to Xiaoyang Mountain to dispose of that corpse and find the ink-colored sword, if someone else finds us, follow the ink-colored sword to find us, the consequences are unimaginable. Besides, in case you sell the Ice Sword, Xiaoyang Mountain is high and steep, and the road is bumpy, and it will be more and more difficult for us to go to Xiaoyang Mountain in the future. ”

"Ah...... Then let's hurry up. ”

Wan Ling'er suddenly lost her face when she heard this, and she didn't care about the image of a lady, she took out the Ice Divine Sword and rushed to Zhao Yuan's side, and the two stepped on the flying sword and flew towards the Xiaoyang Mountain Imperial Sword.

Wan Ling'er's speed of controlling the flying sword is getting faster and faster, and she has no intention of talking all the way, galloping, more than seventy miles, just a stick of incense, she arrived at the foot of Xiaoyang Mountain, but it was to freeze Zhao Yuan half to death, and she could only luck the two faint aura to keep out the cold, which was better.

At the beginning, Zhao Yuan was afraid that Wan Ling'er would find out that he already had aura, but what made him strange was that Wan Ling'er didn't notice it in the slightest.

Could it be that Wan Ling'er's cultivation is too low to discover his aura?

Just as Zhao Yuan was thinking, Wan Ling'er had already pressed the flying sword and flew low on the ground, looking for the place of the avalanche.

When the two of them arrived halfway up the mountain of the avalanche that day, they were dumbfounded, that place, as far as the eye could see, there was a vast sea of snow, and the snow was only afraid of millions of tons, not to mention Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er, even if all the workers of the Wanjia family were called, it was impossible to dig up.

"What can I do about this?" Wan Ling'er wanted to cry without tears.

"We entered through the cave. We were tumbling down the hill with the corpse, and we were about to crash into the cave by the cracking snow, and presumably the corpse was also near the cave, and we could look out from the cave. Zhao Yuan thought for a moment and said.

"Well, Zhao Yuan, you are still smart, why didn't I think of it!" Wan Ling'er glanced back at Zhao Yuan and praised.

"Let's go, it's getting late. Looking at the delicate smile, Zhao Yuan lost his mind for a while and hurriedly said.

"Let's go!"

Wan Ling'er urged the Cold Ice Divine Sword, and the Cold Ice Divine Sword actually bloomed with a pale blue streamer, and the streamer completely covered Wan Ling'er and Zhao Yuan, to Zhao Yuan's surprise, after being covered by this streamer, the fierce cold wind suddenly disappeared, just like in a blue transparent room.

"Ha Luha, my aura has increased. ”