During the day, the cold wind roared in Tianyun Mountain, but there was no wind or snow overnight, and the stars were shining brightly.

The cave at the top of Zhufeng Mountain is filled with dreamy starlight.

In the cave, Li Xiuyuan, who was lying on the animal blanket, seemed to have seven stars shining from head to toe. However, the brightest one was the star shining like a gem on his chest... the Shaking Star.

If the big hand from the sky had not pushed aside the thick clouds and snow and fog for him, and driven away the wind and snow that filled the sky, Li Xiuyuan in the cave would not have been able to recover in ten days and a half.

Only Meng Shentong and Nalan Ruoyu knew the reason for today's miracle.

The old man who drank half a cup of wine fell into a deep sleep. His disciple was favored by God, and he, the teacher, could also have a restful night.

One night passed, the sky was still cold and windy, and the sky was filled with white snow.

At half past midnight, the headmaster led the three monks outside the mountain gate to see off the monks in the Snowfield Holy Land.

The seriously injured Ouyang Xuan lay in the carriage. Only Ouyang Chongming and a few elders said goodbye to the headmaster and others.

Yaozun handed over a cloth bag, looked at Ouyang Chongming and said: "Here are three thousand-year-old elixirs. I hope they can be helpful to your disciple..."

Ouyang Chongming was stunned, took the elixir with both hands, thanked him, and asked: "How are you, the disciple of Unknown Jade Master?"

Yaozun frowned and replied: "The Bamboo Peak has been closed, no one can go up, and none of us know..."

The headmaster looked back at the bamboo peak in the snow and mist, sighed and said, "Everything depends on God's will."

Although Ouyang Chongming was deeply unwilling, once he heard that the other party's life and death were not known, Yu Zun simply closed the mountain and stopped seeing people, so naturally he couldn't ask any more questions.

Following the crowd, he cupped his hands and said, "In this case, we are destined to meet again..."

The headmaster waved his hand and replied: "The wind and snow are getting tighter, it's a good journey!"

Ouyang Chongming waved his hand, led the disciples onto the carriage, and dived into the snowy sky.

After a while, Ouyang Chongming's voice came from the wind and snow: "No later than mid-spring, the forbidden areas deep in the snow mountains will be opened..."

Being given a place on the expedition, he naturally wanted to remind the headmaster not to miss this convenient favor. After all, this was a once-in-a-century opportunity.

The headmaster was stunned, looked at the sword master beside him and said, "Go to the library later and tell Elder Meng..."

The sword master was stunned, looked at the master and smiled bitterly: "I guess I will have to get scolded by that old man again."

Yaozun glanced at the two of them and said faintly: "If I guessed correctly, the old man will still be at Zhufeng... I will go and talk to him in a few days. When junior sister is angry, I will also

Can’t go up.”

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zun laughed and said: "Don't worry, since the old guy is willing to take action, then the kid will naturally not die."

The headmaster shook his head and said softly: "I hope he can make it in time to participate in the grand event after the spring."

Looking at the carriage going away, the headmaster turned around and walked away, while asking: "It's freezing cold, do you want to go to the Privy Hall for a cup of tea? Yao Zun just happened to have a look at my disciple."

Yaozun looked at the absent-minded Yuanzun and said with a smile: "Let's get together. I just want to see that guy Wang Qiang. It's not easy to draw a match."

Sword Master also said: "It's not easy, then go to the Tianshu Hall where the master is and ask for a cup of spiritual tea."

Yaozun complained softly: "I don't know what Junior Sister is like. I want to see that child and give him some elixirs. But I can't even go up to Bamboo Peak..."

...

In the next three days, all the venerables, elders and disciples of Tianyun Mountain discovered a strange phenomenon.

That is, Tianyun Mountain becomes calm after nightfall.

The wind and snow all over the sky disappeared, and the thick clouds disappeared somewhere. The stars in the sky were brighter than the summer night, and the female disciples in the sect could not bear to sit in front of the window at night and think about their own thoughts.

Some disciples who were very interested simply lit a stick of incense in the snowy night, played the harp three times, and kept circling in the empty mountains.

Even the headmaster in Tianshu Palace felt strange. Looking at Wang Qiang who had resumed walking, he asked: "There is something wrong with the weather."

Ping An, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said, "Master, it's fun to see the stars at night. I guess all the senior sisters in the sect like it."

Wang Qiang thought for a while and asked: "Master, is it really impossible to climb Zhufeng?"

After hearing Ping An's story about that night, Wang Qiang wanted to go to Zhufeng to see Li Xiuyuan, who had won four competitions for the sect.

As the eldest brother of the sect, he fought tooth and nail to get a draw with his opponent. He knew that the Snowfield disciples were not that easy to deal with.

Besides, it was he and Ping An who brought Li Xiuyuan back to the sect from Tianhuang Mountain.

No matter what, he had to go and see it.

The headmaster looked at him and shook his head, pointing at Ping'an and saying, "It's not like you don't know Yuzun's temper. Not to mention me, even Ping'an can't get up right now."

Ping An looked at him and nodded, sighed and said: "Ping An could come and go freely in Zhufeng in the past, but this time Yu Zun has locked Yu An out."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang smiled bitterly and said, "When I feel better, I will take you to the library to ask Grandpa Meng. He should know."

The headmaster looked at him and said seriously: "You have to take good care of your health quickly. After the beginning of spring, you will take Ping An to Tianhuang Mountain to practice. The two female disciples from Zhufeng will probably go together."

"Where's my brother?" Wang Qiang thought of Li Xiuyuan, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and looked at the headmaster and asked.

"He...if he is still alive, he will probably go exploring the depths of the Snowy Mountains alone by then."

The certificates given by Snowfield Holy Land have been taken away by Yu Zun, and the opportunity of Daxue Mountain has been missed by many disciples of Tianyun Mountain.

Although the headmaster seemed reluctant, when he thought of Li Xiuyuan's last shout from the high platform, he could no longer force himself to fight with Nalan Ruoyu.

After all, Li Xiuyuan paid for it with his life, and no disciple of Tianyun Mountain could afford it.

Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, then he remembered Li Xiuyuan's cultivation, and smiled and said: "Even if the disciples of Tianyun Mountain get that opportunity, I'm afraid they won't be able to get in, right?"

The headmaster nodded and said with a wry smile: "That matter has nothing to do with you anymore. Just think about how to come back alive on Tianhuang Mountain. You are not alone. You have to bring the disciples of the sect with you."

Ping An looked at the headmaster and said, "Don't be afraid of Ping An. My brother stayed on the mountain alone for two months, and didn't he come down the mountain alive?"

...

Above the Bamboo Peak, the disciples from the Snowfield Holy Land have already left

On the windy and snowy mountain road, snowflakes kept falling down.

Little Ling'er followed Meng Shentong, looked up at the top of the mountain, and asked loudly: "Grandpa Meng, is my brother awake? Why doesn't he go back to Yaoguang Palace? Isn't he hungry?"

Meng Shentong smiled and said: "I didn't know that I came here on a whim today, and I might have to go back empty-handed in a while."

Thinking of her sister's worried look, Xiao Ling'er couldn't help but ask: "Little Ling'er hasn't seen Ping An for a long time. If I can't see my brother today, I have to go to Tianshu Hall to have a look tomorrow."

Meng Shentong was thinking about Wang Qiang who was recuperating in Tianshu Hall, looked at Xiao Ling'er and said, "You might as well go and have a look. By the way, see if Wang Qiang is dead. If he is not dead, let him get down and see Grandpa Meng."

It took half an hour for the old man and the young man to climb through the thick snow from Yaoguang Hall to the mountain behind Zhufeng.

Looking at the mountain top hidden in the snow and mist, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

Holding Xiao Ling'er's hand, like a big bird, the two flew up to the stone flat in front of the bamboo shed.

Taking a breath, Little Ling'er stretched out her little hand to push open the closed bamboo door. Before she even put her head in, she giggled...

Meng Shentong shook his head, took her little hand and walked inside. Looking at the mist on the table, he stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Finally, there is no danger."

However, Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting blankly in the room, did not say a word. Instead, he stared blankly at somewhere in the bamboo shed and said blankly: "Can't you risk your life in the future?"

Pointing to the chairs beside the table, he didn't say anything, but silently poured the spiritual tea for the two of them.

The old man was stunned, and pulled Xiao Ling'er to sit down. He stopped the little girl who was about to ask, and he picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and drank it.

Just before the two people came in, Li Xiuyuan, who had been resurrected from the dead, was in a daze in depression.

A message from the old Taoist priest came from the divine sea, saying that Xiao Long'er and Long Hongchen's affairs were nothing to worry about, and that he should take it easy when he went to the Snowy Mountains and not risk his life again.

The old Taoist priest was warning him that except for the abyss under the bamboo peak, which was safe for him, other places were a place of life and death for him.

First, there is no natural teleportation circle that can teleport him from a different place back to the cave on the top of Zhufeng Mountain.

Second, when there is no one to protect him, whether he is resurrected from death or undergoes tribulation, it is extremely dangerous.

This was the first time that the old Taoist priest, as his master, warned him.

Because it was just a message, he didn't have the chance to ask a question or greet his relatives far away.

He thought that he and Ouyang Xuan of the Holy Land of Snow Land might become eternal enemies, and the place he was going to after spring was the Snowy Mountains.

If you really die under the eyes of the enemy and then achieve Nirvana and transcend the tribulation, I am afraid that you will really lose your life as the master said.

But I couldn't tell the old man about my troubles to the old man who had just come in, so I was worried and stared at the bamboo shed in a daze.

Xindao, even if you want to leave, you can still untie your own cultivation level?

With all your cultivation, do you still need to be afraid of the revenge of the Snowy Holy Land and the dangers deep in the Snowy Mountains?

It wasn't until a long time passed that the old man looked at him and asked, "There is something in your words. What do you mean?"

Li Xiuyuan retracted his gaze from staring blankly at the ceiling, sighed and replied: "When I wake up this time, I feel that the strength of my physical body seems to be lacking, not as good as last time..."

The old Taoist priest did not explain this reason to him clearly. He just told him that he was playing too much this time and almost wiped out his vitality. He needed to slowly recover in the days to come.

This is also because the old Taoist priest wants him to endure more hardships and not rely on himself for everything, relying on life and death again and again.

Maybe, you may never wake up again next time. This is the warning and concern of the old Taoist priest.

Meng Shentong sighed, picked up Li Xiuyuan, looked at the spiritual arrows on the table, and said coldly: "The spiritual arrows in the Snowfield Holy Land are really cruel. They not only hurt the enemy, but also wipe out your life."

Li Xiuyuan said with some annoyance: "As a result, even when the disciples go to the Daxue Mountain, they will not be able to return to their previous state."

The old Taoist priest thought for a moment and said, "How about I go talk to the Medicine Master and ask her to prepare some elixirs for you. This will always be a good thing for you."

"Elixirs are of little use to disciples."

Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "There is elixir in Zhufeng. Even if I need it, I will look for it myself. I don't dare to cause trouble to the teacher and master."

Looking at the little Ling'er whose little face was red from the cold, Li Xiuyuan shook his head, got up and went to get charcoal to light a pot of charcoal fire in the bamboo shed.

When the charcoal fire started to burn, he looked at her and asked: "Xiao Ling'er, where is your sister?"

Xiao Ling'er looked at him and smiled, showing two small tiger teeth and said: "Sister is practicing sword practice. Xiao Ling'er and Grandpa Meng came to see if brother is awake."

As the charcoal fire in the brazier gradually heated up, the bamboo shed finally became warm.

Meng Shentong chuckled and said: "This little guy worries about you every day. You still owe her a barbecue..."
Chapter completed!