450 You want to live

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Si hour is almost past and it is almost noon, but the sky is getting darker and darker due to the wind and snow.

There is a lot of snow under the cliff, and the mountains are covered with white frost. There are more cliffs of different heights under the mountains. The frost and snow accumulated on the cliffs are constantly falling and sinking, making the situation dangerous.

The Immortal Master disciples of Yuanhe Sect were scattered in various places to look for him. Because Shuangjiang Palace was at the foot of the mountain to the southeast, and fearing that his name would be heard by people below, Dai Yu had no choice but to call him Nvwa.

The mountains are full of girls and dolls.

The shovel dug a large amount of snow, almost three feet into the ground.

Further down into the abyss, Shen Lie went down early. He was afraid that the torches would melt the ice and snow, causing the bottom of the snowdrift to become slippery and causing even more terrible frost and snow to sink, so he almost walked in the dark.

But the abyss was so big that I didn’t know where to look. I searched for a long time, but no one was there.

From Si Shi to Shen Shi, everyone did not stop and kept searching, but to no avail.

The sky is getting darker and darker, the gloom is falling, the lights in the fields are thin, the wind is rising again, and there is a heavy snowfall.

Old Sect Master Pei carried the shovel uphill, looked at the old man who was shoveling the snow, and said: "We have searched almost all over this area. She may have fallen under the abyss. It has been so long. I'm afraid the odds are against her. I I want to take someone to look for me down there, but I'm afraid it's not safe, so I need you to lead the way.

The old man was wearing plain winter clothes no different from those of ordinary farmers. He was shoveling away a pile of snow and said, "Tell someone to go back."

So, aren't you looking for it? Old Sect Leader Pei asked.

It was going to be a strong wind. The old man raised his head and looked at him and said, keep looking. Half of the people here will not survive. Please pick ten skilled people for me and I will keep looking.

Okay, Old Sect Leader Pei nodded, I'll go right away.

There is work to do, the old man said.

Watching Old Sect Leader Pei leave, the old man looked away, lifted up another shovel, and the shovel brought out something, a small cloth tube wrapped in a long strip of cloth.

The old man was stunned and reached out to pick up the cloth.

A very simple strip of cloth with snow cubes wrapped inside the tube.

The cloth strips were a little worn, and the snow inside was different from the surrounding snow. It was obvious that it was frozen by the surrounding snow before it melted, and had no cohesion.

It's really her, and she's sick.

The intense and surging emotions hit the old man who had been calm and self-possessed for decades, and his hands were trembling a little. Even when he stood at the mountain pass and looked at her far away back, he knew that it was a life-or-death farewell. Now the summer is warm and the winter is cold, and there will never be another day to meet again. , and he was not so restless.

But soon, the old man regained his composure and turned around to look at the cliff further behind.

He had dug around the area and found this cloth tube three feet below the snow where he was standing now. The snow was very deep.

Things are dead, but people are alive. According to her skills and ability to judge stress, unless she is dying, no matter how seriously ill she is, as long as she still has the strength to walk, she will never let herself be in this situation. Danger.

According to what the strong man said, the snowy road collapsed one after another from south to north, so after she fell, she had to avoid being buried immediately, otherwise she would be swept down by the snow rushing down from the north and the force of the snow slope sliding down. Take it to the southeast.

Now that I have found the small object that fell from her body, I can basically determine the approximate location.

God's guests are here, and destiny has its voice.

If it was really her who traveled across mountains and rivers to return home, she would never die here again.

God does not allow it, God does not allow it!

Master, I'm leaving. The girl's clear voice sounded like a ringing in her ears. She said solemnly in the night, her eyebrows facing the flying snow, as hazy as a painting.

He said nothing and watched her leave quietly. Before her back disappeared, he turned and left.

Then, the news spread across Kyushu that she had died in place of her brother. It was so tragic that the people were shocked and the whole world mourned.

He sat alone facing the mountains, the sky was cold and there was no one for thousands of miles. Three days later, he got up and headed north to take his disciple home.

The old man looked at the cliff over there and held the plain cloth in his hand tightly.

Disciple, my master is here to find you. The old man said softly, "You must stay alive."

Stay alive. Xia Zhaoyi said very softly, her voice almost unable to come out.

Her forehead was extremely hot, she didn't have any strength in her body, and her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds and it was difficult to open them.

She had an old dream, a very long dream.

In the dream, she was wearing a long moon-white dress, holding a green lantern, standing on the boundless battlefield.

There are corpses and unburned fires everywhere. Those corpses are complete, broken, peaceful, open-eyed, and devastated.

The wind and snow roared from the sky, passing over the towering city gates in the distance, passing through the large and dilapidated siege machinery, passing over the battlefield, and blowing towards the unknown distant sky.

Those wandering souls slowly got up, thousands of them, passed her and followed the direction of the wind.

She turned around with the lamp in hand and looked at their backs. The world was vast and they were depressed and lonely. There were obviously so many people, but they were so lonely.

Her clothes and black hair were blown by the wind, and the green lantern in her hand swayed, messing up the light and shadow.

She suddenly wanted to cry. There was no reason, she just wanted to cry.

But she didn't cry. She stood silently, watching them go away and gradually disappear. Then, the vicissitudes of life around her changed. Those corpses turned into bones and dust, and the towering city wall was torn down and rebuilt. The spring breeze

The breeze blows on the earth, and all things grow and flourish, and their glory is reborn. However, those people cannot come back.

This was an old dream, a dream she had two years ago after she learned of the death of her father and brother.

Xia Zhaoyi was clearly aware that she had had this dream before, but she couldn't open her eyes no matter what. The nightmare pressed her limbs and she couldn't move. She seemed to be able to hear the movements around her, but it seemed like she couldn't.

The heavy feeling lasted for a long time. She tried to open her eyes several times, and gradually she could vaguely feel that her body seemed to be being carried by someone, rising and falling with her steps.

The person carrying her had broad shoulders and was wearing thin clothes, so she could feel the thinness under her shoulders more and more.

who is it?

Who saved her?

Xia Zhaoyi leaned against him, her head feeling dizzy, her half-opened eyes closed again, and it seemed vaguely like a familiar jaw, with clean and firm lines.

The second brother Xia Zhaoyi shouted unconsciously.

Xia Zhaoxue turned his head slightly and looked at the sleeping girl on his back.

His face was red and the fever seemed to be getting worse.

She seemed to have muttered something just now, and I couldn't hear clearly.

He didn't know what was going on in the past few days, but he encountered some children who were sick, injured, and in bad condition.

Don't worry, Xia Zhaoxue walked forward slowly and said, I will take you to a safe place later, you will be fine.

The second brother Xia Zhaoyi shouted softly in her sleep, and tears fell from her closed eyes.


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