At such a young age, this young man is actually of the Dragon generation, which shows that his status is extremely noble and he is most likely a direct disciple of the Huayun Sect.
The young man's name is Zhang Minglong.
The girl’s name is Xu Chenchen.
"Senior Brother Minglong, winter has arrived. Looking at the weather, there will be heavy snow. Once it snows, thousands of miles of ice will freeze. This person is wearing thin clothes and has straw sandals and bare feet. He will definitely not be able to survive the winter. Why don't you talk to the sect leader..." A cold spell
The wind blew, and Xu Chenchen, who was unconscious, shivered, pulled the snow-white mink fur shawl on his body, and subconsciously glanced at Zhao Yuan's thin autumn clothes and bare feet, with a look of pity on his face.
"Junior sister, if the non-senior brother is not willing to help, there is really nothing we can do. Our Huayun Sect's practice is to recruit disciples in the autumn. Even daily handymen and the like need recommendations from acquaintances. An unknown person like this, let alone me,
Even if my sect master comes forward, there is no way he will pass the punishment hall review." Zhang Minglong glanced at Zhao Yuan with disgust. It was originally a poetic and picturesque night, but it was ruined by this beggar, and he was in an extremely bad mood.
"Hey -" the girl sighed softly. She obviously knew the requirements of some sects to recruit disciples, and did not continue to plead.
"Junior sister, during this journey of thousands of miles, you have seen a lot of things. If you want to take care of them, you can't. Let's go."
"Let's go."
The two of them packed their bags and got on the horse. Just after they had taken a few steps, the girl suddenly reined in the horse, took off her precious ferret shawl and threw it to Zhao Yuan.
"It's freezing cold today. Don't waste time going to Huayun Sect. Before it snows, go to Yushan in the northwest. Take this piece of clothing and go to the Xu family. They will arrange a job for you.
I can't guarantee anything else, at least, it can help you survive this winter."
"Thank you." Zhao Yuan stood up and saluted.
"No need." Looking at the young man standing up, the girl suddenly had a strange feeling. Although the young man was in ragged clothes, his gestures were calm and graceful. Especially when he saluted, he was neither humble nor arrogant, which was very impressive.
Don't dare to underestimate it.
"Junior sister, let's go, let's go." The young man was already in a depressed mood. Seeing that the girl actually gave the expensive shawl to Zhao Yuan, he felt even more aggrieved, and he just kept urging.
"Um."
The girl glanced at the boy's rough skin and ragged clothes, and shook her head. Obviously, the feeling just now was just an illusion.
In a burst of intensive hoofbeats, the two giant horses raised dust all over the sky and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
A gust of cold wind blew through, and fine snow foam floated in the sky. Under the light of the bonfire, layers of snow foam formed on top of each other, and the entire night sky was occupied by white mist.
Zhao Yuan gently stroked the soft, snow-white mink fur in his hand, and felt a sense of warmth in his heart. This was the first time in months that he felt the warmth of the human world.
Zhao Yuan followed the girl's advice.
As the girl said, winter has arrived, and fine snow foam is already floating in the sky. If he is rejected by the Huayun Sect and the mountain road is blocked by rain and snow, it will be a miracle for him to make it down the mountain alive.
Judging from Zhang Minglong's attitude, even if Huayun Sect took Zhao Yuan in, he would still hinder it.
After making the decision, Zhao Yuan immediately set off,
It is not easy to stay here for a long time. When Zhang Minglong left, he looked at him with murderous intent. He looked like a narrow-minded person. When he broke up with the girl, it was not impossible to kill him in return.
Eight months of wandering made Zhao Yuan suffer a lot. At the same time, it also made him as vigilant as a cheetah. Every step he took was cautious and like walking on thin ice. He knew very well that as long as he was careless in the slightest, he would pay a heavy price.
What kind of person is Zhang Minglong? Killing someone like him is like stepping on an ant and there will be no psychological burden at all.
It stands to reason that Zhang Minglong is a righteous person. However, Zhao Yuan has seen too many so-called righteous people killing people and treating human life lightly. He no longer believes in the set of benevolence, justice and morality touted by righteous people.
In Zhao Yuan's eyes, the righteous people are more despicable and shameless than the evil people. He saw with his own eyes several cultivators in Taoist uniforms carrying bloody swords coming down from the top of the mountain. When he went up the mountain, what he saw was that they were being raped.
The looted cottage and corpses lying on the ground in a pool of blood included, among them, in addition to the old, weak, sick and disabled, there were also three-year-old children and raped women.
Less than a mile away, the snow foam had turned into heavy snow, and the flying snow turned the entire sky gray.
It was already cold and freezing, and the snowflakes fell on the dead trees and grass without melting at all. Soon, the ground was covered with a layer of white snowflakes, like a white carpet.
Almost subconsciously, Zhao Yuan glanced at the footsteps running behind him, and his body was shocked.
He thought of a question. If Zhang Minglong really had murderous intentions, he would not be able to escape at all, because the other party was a cultivator of Huayun Sect. He had the power to kill people, and the footprints he left on the snow were even worse.
It’s clear at a glance and can easily be traced——
——
"Junior brother, hurry up, there is a spy at the foot of the mountain."
As Zhao Yuan expected, Zhang Minglong had already had murderous intentions. He returned to Huayun Sect, sent Xu Chenchen to the guest room to settle down, and immediately rushed into Sun Hailong's practice room anxiously.
The head of Huayun Sect, Liu Xingwang, has taken in a total of nine disciples. The first five have all passed the age of 100, and the last four have been taken in in recent years. They were named "Ming Long", "Yang Long", "Four Dragons" and "Hai Long".
", together they are "famous all over the world".
Sun Hailong is Zhang Minglong's youngest junior disciple, but he is the most talented disciple. Among the four, he is the only one who has reached the primary stage of silver aura and can fly with a sword. Therefore, when Zhang Minglong chased Zhao Yuan, he was the first one to kill him.
Thinking of Sun Hailong.
Of course, there is a more important reason.
Although Sun Hailong is young, he has a cruel temperament and a murderous intention. Because of his cruel methods and disregard for human life, he is strictly controlled by the leader and is not allowed to step out of Huayun Mountain. He usually lives near Huayun Mountain. At the foot of the mountain
Below is precisely the scope of his activities.
After listening to Zhang Minglong's embellished description, Sun Hailong pulled Zhang Minglong up without saying a word, controlled the flying sword, and rushed towards the foot of the mountain with murderous intent.
Although Sun Hailong is talented and intelligent, he is still young. He is only thirteen or four years old. He has not practiced for a long time, and his magic power is not yet advanced. He has just managed to fly with a sword, and he has brought one person with him. It snows heavily and the weather is bad.
, the two of them staggered in the air, and the journey was full of dangers. It took them half an hour to reach their destination.
Sun Hailong pressed the flying sword, and the two fell to the side of the bonfire.
The bonfire seemed to have been extinguished not long ago, and there was still light green smoke rising from the ashes. Beside the ashes, there was a string of footprints extending into the woods.
The two looked at each other, held their breaths, looked excited, and followed the tracks lightly to search into the woods.
Judging from the ashes of the still-burning bonfire, it was obvious that the target had just left.
The two of them followed the tracks and walked less than 500 meters. Under several large trees that were broken by lightning, a bonfire was emitting light green smoke. It was obvious that the fire had been started not long ago. On the branches next to the fire
, hanging a white mink fur cloak.
Where are people?
The two looked around suspiciously, but found no sign of anyone leaving.
“Is this the cloak—”
Sun Hailong pulled a handful of expensive cloaks hanging on the branches. Suddenly, with a "whoosh", a strong wind blew in his face.
A bamboo arrow as thick as a thumb with an extremely sharp tip suddenly shot over from a bush.
Sun Hailong lived in the Huayun Sect since he was a child. He was pampered, arrogant, and was banned. He rarely went down the mountain. He basically had no life experience, let alone the dangers of the rivers and lakes. He was caught off guard and didn't know how to dodge. He stared at the sharp sword.
The tree trunk shot over...
"Junior brother, get out of the way."
Seeing the sharp tree trunk being ejected towards Sun Hailong, Zhang Minglong, who was standing next to Sun Hailong, was shocked. He didn't have time to think about it and suddenly bumped into Sun Hailong.
"ah……"
A scream pierced the quiet forest. After Zhang Minglong knocked away Sun Hailong, the sharp bamboo arrow penetrated directly through his chest and nailed him to the ground. Blood was flying in the air, and there was a radial pattern on the snow.
Blood stains, shocking.
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