Nightfall Chapter 111: With a whisper, come on stage

It was midwinter, and the cold wind was blowing in the wild and abandoned mountains. As for the temperature above the snowy peaks, the temperature was extremely low. Fortunately, the peaks were too high to be covered by the dense valleys in the foothills. Direct sunlight here, although it does not bring much real warmth, it can bring some psychological comfort to people.

Just as the middle-aged man by the Hulan Sea guessed, there was indeed someone on the top of the snowy peak where the bitter cold and quiet might not be seen for thousands of years. It was a man wearing a thin light shirt with an ebony fork in the bun. Taoist priest.

The Taoist looks calm and thin, with a wooden sword behind him, quietly watching the white clouds floating under the snow peaks, the deserted fields under the white clouds, and the Hulan Sea like a white mirror.

The world from Zhishouguan is-Piaotian Literature-long and distant babble, just like the call of the protagonist of the opera.

The middle-aged man at the foot of the mountain frowned slightly. Of course he felt the sword intent at this time. He didn't know where the sword intent was pierced, but he also vaguely guessed that it is worth his life to cultivate as a thorn. Who would be the one who made a sword?

He has cast countless eyeliners on this wasteland, and even mobilized the helpers in the military department. It was obvious that the man had appeared in Bihu outside Weicheng a few days ago, but why did he suddenly come here?

But he didn’t hesitate. As the pinnacle of the world, he could faintly perceive his luck, knowing that this was a great opportunity for him, and he had his own pride, so he ignored Xuefeng’s scene No one knew, but it was destined to shock the encounter in the world, and walked toward the exit of the valley solemnly.

The valley is still filled with thin mist, covering the smooth and steep stone walls cut out by a knife and axe, as well as the sound of the approaching footsteps, but it can't cover the young people inside forever.

In Xuefeng, Ye Su, the successor of Zhishouguan, finally met the scholar on the other side of the line. Under Xuefeng, the middle-aged man thought that he would soon meet the book of heaven, and compared with this. The long wait is worth it.

Whether it is fourteen years.

It's still a lifetime.

(The last day of the double, please vote for a monthly pass, there will probably be a lot of shouts today, sorry, sorry.)