The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

When a person dies, the light goes out.

Li Changxiao gently wiped the Qingping Sword and wiped off the blood stains on the sword.

He glanced at Song Xuan lying in a pool of blood and sighed softly.

He didn't feel sorry for Song Xuan.

Instead, we see in him a miniature of other monks.

A monk losing his spiritual energy is like a mortal losing oxygen or a fish losing water.

He shook his sword, and a flash of sword intent swept across the sky, smashing the statue of the evil god worshipped by Song Xuan into pieces.

……

Zhang Tian had a dream.

In his dream, he accidentally entered a fairyland, was enlightened by an immortal, and from then on he traveled proudly around the world.

I also met my parents. It turned out that they were not dead, but had started practicing cultivation first.

That dream was very real and very happy.

He didn't want to wake up for a long time.

Until the cold wind penetrated through the window and hit his face, making him grimaced and shiver.

After finally waking up, a memory that was completely different from the "dream" flooded into my mind: I was chosen by an immortal, took a bath that froze my bones, and was locked in a small cell...

A chill colder than the wind and snow instantly spread from the tailbone to the whole body.

The strong contrast between dream and reality made him realize instantly that the beauty of cultivating immortals was just his own fantasy!

The idea of ​​seeking immortality was dispelled in an instant.

Little Zhang Tian felt a little lost and confused at the same time. Who rescued him from the cave?

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something on the old wooden table.

He walked closer and saw that it was a piece of silver.

Xiao Zhangtian's mind suddenly exploded, as if he had thought of something, and he walked out the door suddenly.

Nothing.

There was only one line of footprints that were about to be buried by the snow.

……

"Only wine."

Heavy snow closed the mountains.

A swordsman in white, ignoring the advice, walked in the snow.

He told the passers-by who were advising him that it was just a snowstorm and a few glasses of strong liquor was enough to deal with it.

Passersby sneered and said that they had seen many people like him, who had no special abilities and were just stubborn!

By the beginning of next spring, you will be a frozen corpse on the roadside, and will eventually end up as a wandering ghost in a mass grave.

The white-robed swordsman didn't care. He laughed and walked towards the depths of the snow-capped mountains. His back, drinking in the wind and snow, looked quite cool.

Seeing that they could not persuade him, the passers-by started cursing, saying that it was useless for him to have such a good appearance but not cherish his life. Finally, they shook their heads, muttered that it was just that, and turned away.

The swordsman in white was naturally Li Changxiao.

Although he was scolded, he was in a good mood and rewarded the passerby with a dream that he would not exchange for any money.

Afterwards, he drank in big gulps until the wine gourd was empty. Feeling a little drunk, he fell asleep and collapsed to the side.

It was snowing heavily.

After several days, heavy snow soon covered him.

This time, he wanted to go south to meet the last descendant of the Fu family on behalf of the original owner of the emerald green bamboo flute.

……

"Miss, there is someone there."

A row of carriages drove towards this side, and a dashing woman with a long ponytail riding on a horse turned around and said.

The dashing woman raised her hand slightly, and the convoy stopped. She looked vigilantly at Li Changxiao who was lying in the snow.

The first carriage in the convoy was made of expensive black wood. At this moment, a head popped out of the window, and its bright eyes observed the scene outside.

Her eyes also fell on Li Changxiao, and as she spoke, a wave of heat rose up, "Could it be that a wanderer who froze to death?"

"The mountain was closed due to heavy snow a few days ago, and it was not opened until today when the snow stopped a little."

The dashing woman shook her head, "This person is still breathing. From what I can see, he looks like he is drunk and passed out on the side of the road."

"Of course, an ambush is not ruled out, but I, Zuo Qiuye, am also an old hand. I have an impression of anyone who is famous. This person..."

"Either they are new to the world, or they are just ordinary people."

In the wind and snow, Zuo Qiuye's ponytail fluttered, her back was straight, and her face was not as gentle as other women's, but rather heroic and arrogant.

Zuo Qiuye turned around and looked at his young lady. How to deal with this drunk guest would depend on her opinion.

The curtain of the black wooden carriage was lifted, and a woman wrapped in a mink coat walked out.

She is the young lady that Zuo Qiuye mentioned, the person in charge of this trip: Xia Mei.

Her pretty face was red from the cold, and her breath quickly turned into mist. She pondered for a moment, looked at Zuo Qiuye, and asked, "What is the probability that this person is lying in ambush?"

Zuo Qiuye said truthfully: "Less than 10%. Although martial artists have internal strength to protect their bodies and are not afraid of severe cold, their hands and feet will always become numb if they stay in the snow for a long time."

"Besides, this person reeks of alcohol, and doesn't seem to be faking it."

Hearing this, Xia Meiliu, who was wearing a mink coat, frowned slightly and asked someone to clean the snow off Li Changxiao's body.

Then, his eyes fixed on Li Changxiao's sleeping face and he said with a smile: "You are born with a good appearance."

At this time, a man next to Zuo Qiuye, who was also riding a horse, said sourly, "What's the use of having a good appearance? In this world, strength is still the key."

"Forget it, there is still some empty space in the last carriage. Let's arrange him there." Xia Mei said.

The man on horseback frowned, "Miss, is it really okay to accept a strange man like this?"

Xia Mei smiled sweetly, "We still have you, one is the famous Red Leaf Blade: Zuo Qiuye, and the other is the notorious Qingfeng Sword: Wen Tianyu."

"With the two of you in charge, this trip is a sure win."

Wen Tianyu was very pleased with this and didn't know what to say.

The convoy continued as usual.

Leaving several lines of tire tracks on the snowy road.

The mink woman arranged two servants to take care of Li Changxiao and wipe his body with warm water.

After boiling the warm water and bringing it to the back carriage, he found that Li Changxiao had woken up and was drinking by himself.

In fact, although he was sleeping before, he could sense the situation outside.

After realizing that the other party had no ill intentions, he was too lazy to pay attention to him and went back to sleep.

On the contrary, sleeping in this carriage is far less comfortable than sleeping on the snow.

He woke up after a slight bump on the road.

It's not that he couldn't sleep. In fact, as long as he wanted, he could sleep soundly even in the magma. But he had a rule, which was to try to sleep comfortably.