Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

The extreme north of the human world, with extreme daylight in summer and extreme night in winter.

It was winter at this time, and the sun could not be seen for several days, only the sound of the wind and snow outside the window could be heard, it was terrifying, and I did not know that Liu Jian had not developed autism after staying in this place for so long what's going on?

Liu Jian is also boring, she doesn't know how to enjoy life.

Get up at a fixed time every day, even in the extreme night of winter, you can open your eyes at six o'clock in the morning, and teach your disciples how to practice martial arts and swords.

Dedicated, so dedicated!

Beyond the Qianqiu, there are no other words that can be used to describe Liu Jian except for the word "dedication".

It was still dark outside, and Yue Qianqiu was still sleeping under the quilt with his head covered, and he could hear hurried footsteps outside.

"Wake up at Mao, practice martial arts at Chen, lunch at Si, rest at noon, study at Wei, supper at Shen, and sleep at You."

——This is the schedule of the Arctic Peak that Liu Jian told him.

Except for one less night of self-study, it is no different from the third year of high school.

And there is a bad habit of skipping breakfast, is this cultivating immortality?This is clearly fasting lightly!

Although the disciples only ate two meals a day, Liu Jian felt sorry for Yue Qianqiu, thinking that Yue Qianqiu must have suffered inhuman treatment from the Demon Lord, so he specially prepared a small stove for him, and invited Chef Yamashita to cook herbal food for him. Off the ground, Yue Qianqiu made a circle.

Although he couldn't bask in the sun, he ate well and his complexion improved.

At the beginning, he was sealed by Li Xiao in martial arts, so he just ate and drank in the Arctic Peak as a matter of course, but as time passed, Li Xiao's seal gradually became invalid.

Although lying down is very comfortable, but when I think of the old man on Mingxia Mountain who doesn't know whether it is good or bad, I feel a little anxious.

He almost recovered two or three levels of martial arts, so he planned to go to Mingxia Mountain to have a look.

The outside world's rumors about him are very bad, saying that he was plotted against by the demon disciples who were ambushing beside him, and he was captured and disabled martial arts and fucked again and again.

As soon as I went out, I heard the storyteller in the small teahouse at the foot of the mountain talking about "The Sorrowful Immortal—The Elegy of the Flower of Gaoling"

...

He really wanted to be raped and fucked by Asue, but unfortunately, now Asue's rationality is greater than the desire/desire of his lower/half/body, he sent him to the door, and Ashe was unmoved.

Yue Qianqiu covered the bamboo hat covering his head, silently took a sip of hot tea.

Bitter, not really good.

Feng Ling was thrown on the Arctic Peak by him, and was protected by Liu Jian. Before leaving, he asked Feng Ling to bring out some hair dye, dyed his cool white hair black, and put on a bamboo hat. Sneaked down from the North Pole.

Now what Liu Jian reported was that Yue Qianqiu was seriously injured by the Demon Realm, it was horrific, and he was recuperating on the Arctic Peak, unable to see anyone.

The storyteller in the small teahouse added a few sentences and changed the order of the words, turning Yue Qianqiu's experience into an affair scandal.

"It's said that Yue Qianqiu, Yue Peak Lord, has a female face, and looks like a fairy—it's a pity that his senior brother took the lead, and he is so happy every day."

Wait a moment!Where did he come from, brother?

Yue Qianqiu almost spit out a sip of tea, so it's fine to change the plot casually, why add original characters?

He continued to listen, and the storyteller could only say slowly: "One day, my disciple accidentally broke through...the disciple loves Master Yuefeng...the disciple cultivated into a demon...and plundered Master Yuefeng to the Demon Realm. ...was tortured to the point of horrific...Liu Fengzhu was rescued...and with Liufeng Master Wu Shan Yunyu—”

...

Fortunately, he is not Feng Zhaohua. If Zhaohua heard this sentence, he could beat you from the North Pole to the Southern Wilderness. Yue Qianqiu complained in his heart and felt a little headache. Although he is not the kind of person who cares about reputation, his reputation is rotten. In this way, he was still a little unhappy.

But no matter how upset he couldn't do anything, he couldn't rush out to fight the storyteller right now, so he could only silently pour another pot into his tea bowl to suppress the anger in his heart.

It was snowing heavily outside, the teahouses in the small town were dimly lit, the storyteller was spitting all over the place, telling stories about pornographic stories that he made up, and the mistress shuttled among the guests, refilling the guests' teapots with scalding hot water.

Winter is still half a year away, and this small teahouse is only open in the town, so I have to take advantage of this time to earn more.

Xiao Er took away a few copper coins from the guest on the table, looked at the back of the guest leaving, and muttered in a low voice: "It's the most important part, why don't you just leave after listening?"

He shook his head, secretly stuffed a copper coin in his arms, and then handed over the rest of the money to the boss.

The light got farther and farther away until it disappeared into the snowy night.

Surrounded by howling wind, Yue Qianqiu felt that the silence was terrifying at this moment.

In other words, he has experienced three lifetimes, and he has never experienced true loneliness. Before Meng Duckweed died, he was accompanied by Feng Ling, and Qin Zhou was born with the care of his parents and relatives. caring about him.

Stepping in the snow without anyone's company by his side, at this moment, Yue Qianqiu actually felt lonely.

He wants peace in the four realms, he wants to fulfill Ashe's wish, and he wants to do a lot of things, but just because of the five words 'the way of heaven cannot be said', he can't tell anyone his troubles and worries.

"Sigh." Yue Qianqiu felt that he was spending more and more time sighing, especially when there was no one around, he sighed more and more depressedly.

There are still a few days to go.

Yue Qianqiu went to Mingxia Mountain this time in secret, and he couldn't let the people at the main peak know what he was doing now.

Since it was going in secret, the high-profile route of Yu Jianfei, which can be discovered immediately, must not be taken.

Yue Qianqiu took a step forward, one of his calves sank directly into the snow, and the icy icicles got into his boots and melted on his warm skin, it was very cold.

He could only transform the Yanyun Sword, stuck it in the snow, and pulled out his calf with all his strength.

In the boundless snow field, he was the only one left.

I don't know who to talk to, and I don't know what to say. The direction in the dark night seems to be a little confused.

The Yanyun Sword seemed to have sensed the loneliness of its master at this moment, it turned into shredded tobacco and entangled Yue Qianqiu, turning the snow under his feet into a puff of smoke, allowing him to step on the flat ground at this moment.

Yue Qianqiu touched Yanyun Sword, shook his head, and said to him: "No need."

If he really didn't want to walk in the thick snow, he would have a way to use his internal force to freeze the snow into ice and walk on the ice, but Yue Qianqiu didn't want to do that.

He is perceiving the endless night, he is comprehending the thick layer of snow.

Just like Meng Duckweed experienced in the Demon Realm.

The endless night, the bitter cold demon world.

I have experienced these things before, but this life is in a warm place in the human world and I almost forgot the hardships I have suffered in the past.

Step by step, the feet sank deep into the snow, lifted them up again, and moved forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a glimmer of light.

It was the morning of Mingxia Mountain, and soon it would be dusk, ushering in a long night.

Xiaocui——

Yue Qianqiu thought about her.

It's definitely not okay to go in through the main entrance swaggeringly, but Yue Qianqiu is at least an elder who joined the Taoist sect shortly after the establishment of the Taoist sect. How many secret paths can he easily figure out?