The heavy snow covered everyone in front, and the houses in Qianjiazhai looked like white-faced steamed buns. Halfway through the journey, Jinggan looked around and said with a smile: "I'll leave it to fate. I hope the snow-white steamed buns sent by heaven and earth will come true!"

The trees in the mountain forest were covered tightly, and the snow was biting. In the ice and snow, I was wearing shoes that were several sizes too big for me. I couldn’t feel the pain at all. I could only hear the sweet singing coming from the mountain:

Brother, the tears of dissatisfaction are falling in strings in the white tent forest;

I asked my brother when you would return, but you hid your words on the mountain opposite me;

There were many tigers and wolves on that mountain, so Ga Meizi had a coiled rope tied around her heart.

Hey, slate stone, brother walked away without looking back, your footprints are connected to the rope in Ga Mei’s heart...

In the boundless snow, when Jing Gan heard the singing, he suddenly stopped and murmured: "Yue Meizi!"

Looking from the top of the mountain, there is no one else in the white snow except the lonely figure and the cold knife.

Yingyue looked at Jingqian from a distance, pretending to have endless things to say. On the surface, she looked carefree, but in her heart, she pretended to be a person.

It will be a long journey here, and Jinggan inexplicably feels the difficulties along the way. The vision in Langmu Canyon seems to be a warning, but no one in the world can make mistakes, and no one can forgive unintentional mistakes. Remember, you can only tell yourself what is in your heart that no one else knows.

After walking all morning, I still didn't see half a house. There was a broken bridge in the distance, and a thatched house beside the bridge was crumbling under the weight of heavy snow. It made a creaking sound when the wind blew.

I remember the tea horse people said when I was a child, you must walk faster in the snow. In this way, you will not get cold when your body is warm! Ke Jinggan has already crossed a mountain at a quick pace, and he still doesn’t feel a trace of heat. He put the package on his shoulder, took a piece of dried meat from the back of the knife and put it in his mouth.

It still smelled the same as yesterday. Jinggan smiled. Just as he was about to touch his body with his greasy hands, the delicate stitching on the collar made him hesitate. After rubbing his hands together, he squatted down and reached into the snow to pick up a large ball of snow. He fluttered on his face and suddenly became more energetic. He trembled all over and sighed: "Damn it! It looks so white that it's so pitiful that it makes my heart tighten with coldness!"

The thatched hut next to the broken bridge creaked. Jinggan walked over in a few steps and saw that only one of the pillars of the thatched hut was torn apart, and it looked like it was about to collapse.

I thought I would rest here first, but judging from the situation, I'm afraid another gust of wind might bury everyone.

"You want to scare people with a dilapidated house hanging here? Oh no!"

It was a coincidence that the words just slipped out of his mouth. A strange wind swirled up from the frozen river. Seeing the house collapse, Jinggan held on to the pillar, but half of it had already fallen to the ground, so he had no choice but to Take off the knife on your back and support the upper half of the pillar.

After he let go and saw that the hut was much more stable, he hid in a corner and sat down. He kicked off his shoes, pulled out a piece of ragged straw felt and placed his injured foot in front of him. He put his nose up to sniff and retched, almost emptying all the food he had eaten the night before. come out.

The pain in his feet was more obvious than the day before, and he began to panic. He stared blankly at the broken bridge, time seemed to have returned to Qiaojiashan, and the nightmare in the thatched cottage last night gradually occupied his mind.

Suddenly he shuddered and woke up suddenly: I'm afraid she is not a life-killing woman, she has clearly entered the kitchen stove!

Jing Gan sat in the hut blankly, unable to recall what was going on. In short, the bowl of decoction was surprisingly magical. After drinking it, he felt exhausted and tired, and he had endless energy flowing through him. In the blood.

It was past noon, and the dazzling light reflected by the sun made Jinggan feel uncomfortable. He covered his eyes with a belt rope and somersaulted out of the hut.

"The hands follow the eyes, the eyes follow the heart!" He used all his strength to draw the line according to Ma Jun's twenty-seven extreme skills.

After a few moves, I suddenly felt that I had become more familiar with the moves, and my stamina was more substantial.

Meditating with deep energy, Ma Jun and his soaring move on the day of Bingchi's martial arts training gradually began to look like a picture. Thinking about it further, he followed the same starting move like a gourd and slowly gathered his spirit together.

He performed three leg sweeps in a row, quickly and without chaos. He raised his right arm on the ground and flipped into the air, then used his two fists to chop down.

"My waist!" With a cry, Jinggan threw his head into the snow, sat up angrily, pulled off the waist rope that was blindfolded, and cursed: "God damn it, why are you doing the porcelain work?" , you still want to practice martial arts with a waist like yours?"

Suddenly, he remembered, made a few gestures again, and hesitated: "Did the move I just made wrong? Do it again!"

Without exception, this time it was still painful to bend my waist. After I endured the whole process of pushing to the ground, my feet were hurt again and again.

After gradually losing confidence in his martial arts, Jing Gan drooped his head and was about to collapse. He repeatedly doubted whether he was good at practicing martial arts.

Another gust of wind swirled across the frozen river, picking up the snow on the ground and scattering it into the air, forming an arc. This made Jinggan feel inexplicably disappointed.

Do you think that if you want to read the magical power and mysterious thoughts of that day, you don’t have to worry about it other than directly passing on the blood?

He was so furious that he fell to his knees on the ground with his head in his hands. He kept repeating the strange words on the stone tablet in his mind. They all looked into his eyes with weird faces and kept twisting.

At the same time, the man with the scar on the tiger's mouth raised the bloody golden seal and laughed wildly. Those wearing masks also laughed, saying: "The saint is hiding, the fool is monopolizing the power, and the world is ominous." also.

Jingqian was panicked and angry. Taking advantage of the opportunity to see his hands clearly, he clenched his fists and smashed them on his head. Everything was quiet.

After slowly opening his eyes, he saw clearly the vast land around him.

Fortunately, I heard Luo Sang say that rivers and lakes come from the world, and the world belongs to rivers and lakes!

Jingqian gradually relaxed and became afraid at first, murmuring: "If one day, I can't see the world, and the world won't be able to see me, will I be humbled into the dust!"

From then on, the courage inspired by the anger in his heart instantly turned to ashes. In the world here, the only thing that gave him some comfort was the old horse, Yue Meizi, who was like his heartstrings when he first met.

His memory slowly came back to life. The broken bridge was still the same broken bridge, but the unearthly sword still stood firmly under the thatched hut.

He staggered a few steps and walked over, kicked up the knife, reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife, looked at it before tying it on his back.

Just when I was about to pick up my baggage and leave, I heard the cry of sheep. I stared at the direction of the sound for a long time, and the squirming sheep hidden in the snow emerged.

They are nowhere to be found, so where can the sheep come from?

Jingqian didn't take it to heart and turned around to leave.

"Hi! Guys, are you from Qianjiazhai?"

At first glance, Qianjiazhai? The man seemed to be calling him. He looked behind the statue of Jinggan Dun and saw a man running out of the squirming pile of sheep. He trotted over and said, "I've been calling you for a long time and you haven't heard?"
Chapter completed!