In the world of martial arts, many people who have good stories have heard a story.
It is said that in the far north, there is an ice and snow sword god.
The Ice and Snow Sword God has always been protecting a beautiful fairy who is always dancing in the wind and snow.
The story has been circulating for a long time.
But not many people would travel to the far north specifically for the story.
Conglang has heard of this story. Although he was very free in the past, he never planned to travel to the far north for a story. If he did, there would be too many stories in the world and too many places to travel to.
Already.
It doesn't matter whether the story is true or false. If you believe it, it's true. If you think it's beautiful, it's good.
No matter how beautiful the story is, some people will sneer at it.
So, why should we care whether the story is true or false?
The cold wind is biting.
From the waves, I saw a white shadow dancing with a sword in the wind and snow...
The sword is flowing with colored light.
Your figure is wearing a beautiful wind and snow dance dress, with fluttering skirt and ribbons, outlining a fairy-like scenery.
The scenery is beautiful, but the people are even more beautiful.
Unexpectedly, this story is actually true.
But obviously, this story is true.
There really is such a fairy in white who dances with a sword in the wind and snow.
And beside the fairy in white, there is indeed a man protecting her.
There is indeed a sword hanging on this man's waist.
This man's hair is very long, fluttering in the wind and snow.
His hair had already frozen, but the ice and snow on his clothes had not.
The woman who danced the sword had very clean clothes and hair. Whenever there was a little snow, he would swing the sword and scatter the ice and snow covering the woman's clothes and hair. He was so careful, gentle and focused, as if he never knew what it meant.
Bored and impatient.
But he never paid attention to the ice in his own hair.
Why is there no ice on his clothes?
Conglang was a little curious.
But soon he felt that this curiosity was because he was not smart enough, or that he did not know enough about the love between men and women.
The fairy in white does not always dance with the sword, she will get tired. When she is tired, she stops and nestles in the man's arms, with a sweet smile on her face. She is as quiet and docile as a rabbit, and the man
Then carefully feed the prepared food into her mouth bit by bit.
Men are not allowed to have ice or snow on their clothes for fear of freezing women.
The woman didn't eat much and drank a glass of wine. She just hugged the man's waist and slowly closed her eyes. In the man's arms, she fell asleep...
"Is there sleeping medication in the food or in the wine?" Conglang was not sure. But he could already see that this woman was in an abnormal state because her eyes were not looking at the man and were very distracted. Follow
It's too similar to the many people in the world who are wandering around and going crazy because of the murderous special effects.
"No matter what you are here for. I don't like to disturb you. Please disappear from my sight as soon as possible." This man, of course, will live forever, and this woman, of course, will live in the world.
However, Conglang didn't know them, and Yongsui Piaoling didn't know Conglang either.
"I really don't want to disturb you, I just want to ask for directions. Where is the best place here to bury yourself in the ice, so that it will not be easily affected by environmental changes? The place of sleep, I think you can understand my need to pursue a quieter place.
"Cong Lang was not angry, but smiled. Although this man was too arrogant and proud, he felt that if it were him, he would have a bad attitude towards everyone who came to disturb him.
"As long as it's not the seaside. If you need such a place, please go further." Yongsui Piaoling responded calmly. Over the years, he has met many such people. Most of them silently find a place by themselves, and some people
He asked questions here and there, and some people took action because of his attitude. Of course, the people who took action in the end died and never came back.
"Don't worry, I don't want to disturb you nearby. It will definitely not be pleasant to see someone in the ice all the time." Cong Lang felt that when he said this, he could feel the drifting of forever.
"Finally, please do me a favor. If someone comes here with my portrait, please don't say you have seen me."
"No one will come looking for you." Yong Sui Piao Ling responded calmly.
Conglang couldn't help but smile bitterly. "It seems that my face looks like a lonely and pitiful one."
After walking away from the waves, walking twenty miles, and climbing over an iceberg, he realized that he just didn't understand Yong Sui Ling's mood at all.
On one side of the iceberg, in the ice cliff, many figures can be seen.
They are all people frozen in ice, with various postures and shapes.
"It turns out that I didn't grow up alone and pitiful..." Conglang smiled bitterly. Yongsui Piaoling's answer came from experience. The people here obviously didn't bury themselves far enough, which hindered Yongsui Piaoling, so he was taken away
Here, he was thrown into the ice carelessly, unable to even find a safe position to sleep. Conglang decided to go further. It would be too stupid to not learn a lesson after seeing what happened to these people. He didn't
Who is interested in participating in the excitement like a mass grave? Who of those who come here long for excitement?
We walked another fifty miles from the waves.
Finally I spotted an iceberg.
With the first-level martial art manual learned after rebirth, it is not difficult to break the ice.
Crushed ice filled the hole, and Cong Lang lay down. Although it wasn't very comfortable, he knew he couldn't be too demanding.
He used his energy to break away the broken ice buried on his body. When he finished his energy, the water had completely submerged him.
He quickly lost consciousness because after the power was completed, the water quickly turned into ice...
At the last moment before he was sealed by the ice and lost consciousness, Cong Lang realized that what he was thinking of was not Rong'er, but a person from the growth center in the past who had always liked him, but he never caught a cold, who was lively and always looking for everything.
Chance sticks to one of his women...
He clearly never thought about her. The woman he clearly missed was Rong'er.
However, he had no chance to think about why, because the next moment, he had completely lost consciousness...
The wind and snow are still there.
Yong Sui Pian Ling ignored Cong Lang and wasn't even interested in looking at his back.
There are indeed many people who are eager to find ice.
It's all because I've heard the story about the lonely tavern, and it's all because I'm sad.
Seeking eternal tranquility in the ice is their only feasible way to pursue peace.
Will the ice here never melt?
maybe,
Maybe not.
Yong Sui Piao Ling hugged the sleeping Xue Wu Tian Xia, quietly, without thinking about anything, and held her quietly...
Here is their world for two, a peaceful world for two, and he hopes it will be an eternal world for two.
A group of hundreds of artistic conception level masters arrived at the Holy Land of Righteousness.
They were arranged to their respective residences in the future. One of them finally left the hall. Before leaving, he sighed sadly, "Cong Lang said that he would never return to Jianghu. I heard that he once appeared at the rebirth point, and that was nearby
The witches Ling'er and Rong'er have appeared. I think it may have something to do with these two witches. Conglang is too arrogant..."
"...It's really a pity." It's a pity not to be alive.
Cong Lang was the only true master of the Wudang Sect who was powerful in the world during the early days of the Chaos Era.
Moreover, Bu Cun heard Xiao Jian say that if Cong Lang had never left Jianghu, his achievements would definitely be higher than Rong'er's. However, Bu Cun also heard Zishan say that Cong Lang was destined not to stay in Jiang Hu for a long time.
leave.
Just like Cong Lang has actually never done it. He really will never set foot in the Jianghu. Because his heart has never forgotten the Jianghu, and he loves the Jianghu.
This is an unsolvable sorrow.
So, there is no if.
Bu Cun felt regretful, but she was not surprised by it.
The man silently clasped his fists in salute and resigned. He had no other words to say. This was the case with Conglang. Originally, it was better for everyone to return to the world together and make a splash in the world.
In the hearts of these old guys, Cong Lang should always be a top player close to the white dusk. They always hope that one day Cong Lang can regain his glory. However, they have not waited until now. But they have not given up, but Cong Lang gave up first.
…
Outside the main hall, the great elder of the Holy Land of Righteousness and dozens of elders were waiting outside. When they saw the last artistic conception-level master who had returned to the world, they all clasped their fists in salute and said hello.
The man turned a blind eye, turned a deaf ear and walked away...
Seeing that Shang Shang was still holding his fists in salute, Cynical couldn't help but sneer. "Have you not noticed that these people look down on us at all? In their eyes, we great elders are just like the newcomers, we are worse than scum!"
Xiang Xiang smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, you are too sensitive. Besides, they are all honorary elders after they come back. Their status is just higher than us, so even if they have airs, it is natural, right? What's more, they are all artistic conception level, not to mention divine works.
The effect cannot be matched by ours. Let’s just say that after they spent more than one or two years to complete the level of the Dispellable Point Martial Arts, they will be the artistic conception level masters in the world. Can they be on the same level as us? We respect them of course. They
Respecting us is incomprehensible."
He let out a sarcastic sigh. "You are really a slave!"
"Brother Leng, in the world of martial arts, it is polite and natural to respect those who are stronger than oneself. Should the stronger ones bow to newcomers instead and obey their orders? How can this be related to being a slave?
" Xiang Xiang just defended, but did not argue with Cynical. This trick is very effective, because so far, although Cynical's attitude towards him seems to have not changed, he is actually willing to talk to him a lot, and he has not made trouble for nothing. Xiang Xiang
I believe that people's hearts are full of flesh. Lu Yao knows that Ma Li will see people's hearts over time, and sooner or later he will be willing to admit that he is his good brother and good friend from the inside out.
"What's so great about these bastards! They retreated into the world after they couldn't survive, and now they're back and are self-righteous. People like them, how did they get away back then, and how will they get away in the future! Do you think of them as masters? I don't!"
"As Brother Leng said, there are not many masters in the world of martial arts." Xiang Xiang smiled wryly, finally understanding the cynicism. People in the martial arts world have more than one way of distinguishing masters.
Many people think that except for the strongest person in the world, everyone else is rubbish and not worthy of being called a master; there are also many people who think that anyone who is better than themselves is a master and deserves to be respected and worshiped; and some
People think that those who are above the artistic conception level are masters; of course, some people think that those who are above the first-class level are masters; the most popular way of looking at it has always been that as long as you have been among the first-class masters, you are a master, and the artistic conception level is naturally a master.
Although the cynicism's inner classification of masters is not as funny as the most extreme, it is still extreme and special enough.
"Originally, only those who can always stay in the world and never give up can be called masters!" Cynical said it is natural. He will not say anything more. This is the way Chongqing divides masters in his heart. How can it be changed?
Wangshan on the side couldn't help but interjected and asked, "Brother Leng, do you think you are a master?"
This question is obviously interesting, like a contradictory story.
He was sarcastic but without a moment's hesitation or hesitation, he answered quickly. "Not now, but it will definitely be in the future!"
When some elders and elders who were nearby heard this, some sneered secretly in disapproval, while others felt that it was sarcastic and ambitious.
Xiang Xiang is the latter. Although for their newcomers, the artistic conception level is like a dream that can never be touched. They can only think about it but never have the chance to practice it. Xiang Xiang also has such a dream, although he doesn't know how.
But he believes that as long as he keeps working hard and never gives up in the arena, he will one day be able to comprehend new artistic conceptions and become an artistic conception level master.
Wangshan was very satisfied with the sarcastic answer. He was realistic and did not violate his own principles of classifying masters, but he did not look down on himself because of it. "Brother Leng, Wangshan can learn from you."
He smiled sarcastically. "Learn nothing from me! If you want to learn from the Holy Lord, look at them, they will never leave the world! With this courage and will, they should be legendary!"
Wangshan smiled brightly. "Brother, how dare I hope that I can match the Holy Master?"
"Fuck! You think you can catch up with me? Tell you, there is no way!" Sneering was furious, Wangshan laughed, knowing that the sarcastic temperament was intentional and not really angry. "I just want to catch up with my eldest brother**
, that’s alright, right?”
"Okay, there's 90% chance that you can catch up with me. There's 100% no hope." He laughed sarcastically, and for a while, several familiar elders around him laughed happily.
But behind the laughter, many elders and great elders have uneasy worries hidden in their hearts.
So many artistic conception-level masters have come to the Holy Land of Righteousness one after another. Many of them are masters who have followed White Dusk in the past, and many are artistic conception-level masters. They were able to climb up to the position of elders because of the era of rivers and lakes after the God's Will mission. To put it bluntly,
They are just a new generation of super masters. How many of them will be able to retain the position of great elder or elder in the future?
