snow every week

The hot, scorching, fiery red and bright yellow magma that has been flowing for years is eagerly gushing around a small and narrow piece of red soil.

The middle-aged servant in light red clothes wiped off his sweat, carried two jade buckets, and walked carefully on the narrow ground.

The turbulent heat on both sides of the road quickly dried his sleeves, but this cycle had already made his lips turn white, so he had to quicken his pace.

He had never done this kind of work before, but fortunately he was strong, and he didn't get dizzy before he set foot on the red land, and he put down the jade bucket steadily.

Of course, he is not the only one on this platform.

As far as the eyes can see, apart from the usual fiery red and the air distorted by the heat, there is also a huge cage made of crystal stones emitting a faint red light. Gather together and form an upside-down bowl.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a cage, because as long as someone who has been immersed in the cultivation world, who can not know the value of that faint red spar.

It was the supreme treasure that Huolingen monks dreamed of, and the value of a fingertip was enough to supply the red fusion crystal of a Jindan monk.

Using Chi Rongjing as a cage, how can a monk who is extravagant and a wealthy emperor be eligible to live in it?

And it really wasn't a cage.

The eyes of the middle-aged servant did not dare to presumptuously fall on it, and his exhausted expression was swept away, as if this soil is full of divine power and can make its believers never get tired.

He put down the two jade buckets, did not check the possible rare treasures in them first, but knelt down respectfully, toward the direction of the cage, and bowed heavily.

There was no response, of course.

The loyal servant then stood up tremblingly, then picked up the heavy jade bucket, and approached the Chirong cage carefully. At this time, he stepped on the completely different black ground, and did not dare to lift his eyes. There was a white streak in his peripheral vision, but he Trying to obliterate the thought of that color.

Do not look directly at, do not offend.

His rough palms reached into the jade barrel, and he shoveled out handfuls of the top-quality spirit stones that were shiny and white. His adoration overwhelmed him, causing him to simply repeat the swipe.

But this swaying was not irregular. The black soil under his feet was kicked away with his movements, and the bright red lines below could be vaguely seen.

Where there are lines, there is an array. This is a gravel gathering spirit array.

It turns out that the soil on the soles of his feet is different from the tactile soil around him. It is the powder that these coveted wealth turned into after being broken.

He didn't know what kind of idea it was, he tensed his body and worked on tiptoe until everything was over.

Sacrifice to my red god, sacrifice to my red god, he murmured in a low voice.

So, he picked up the two empty jade barrels again, turned around, and wanted to go back the same way.

"Ding! Boom—" a huge impact sounded.

A sense of primal terror gripped him, forcing him to turn his head back in horror and audacity.

Then a pair of crimson eyes that were as clear as red melting crystals but filled with violent rage closed his eyes.

Tell him to shrink his pupils sharply, and he can't move like a prey being stared at by a wild beast.

"Qi governs Zhu Ming, Zhengyang is Han." She has white hair, blood-red eyes, a human head and a snake body.The middle-aged servant took a few steps back until he fell heavily on the ground, trembling all over and muttering in his mouth.

"Chunyao Dunda, heaven and earth are bright, shining in the world." He repeated, as if suppressing a spell, and as if praying for a prayer.

But watching the human snake curl up its tail and stand upright, its snow-white palm grasped the long strip of red spar without hesitation, and at the intersection of the palm and the spar, a thick white mist escaped with hissing sound.

His eyes didn't move, and there was always a furious killing intent, like a mad beast that had lost consciousness.

The middle-aged servant's eyes were wide open, as if a ladle of snow water had been poured down, he suddenly came to his senses, he didn't care about the jade bucket, he even rolled and crawled away, and he didn't even care about the shoes on his feet falling into the magma.

"Hiss, you said, is it possible? Our um... is it like this?" The job of stationing has been boring since ancient times, making people have to find some fun by themselves, so a man holding a magic weapon , the guard in light red clothes.

Although he was also dressed in light red, he could tell that the color was darker than that of the middle-aged servant.

"How is it impossible? Are you suspicious of the elder?" Another guard in light red clothes had a straw in his mouth and looked at the sky.

"I mean, he looks like, uh..."

"It doesn't look like it?" The other one obviously read more books, "There is a saying in 'Gui Zang' that the descendants Kong Ren and Si Shui have red hair. They don't look like that at all, do they?"

"That's true, but did you hear anything?"

"What? Old Zhao came out? It's about time, tsk, every day, take the spirit stone as an offering and bake it with red melting crystals, and the fire dragon should hatch. How good is this ancestor."

"Tsk, be careful, Huolong is nothing compared to this person. His blood is not pure enough to accompany this driver, but I heard from the people inside a few days ago that maybe the elders were impulsive and took too much money. How much Chi Rongjing came out to make it like this, tsk tsk, Elder Yu is still punishing him now."

"Really? Tsk, why is Lao Zhao so reckless today..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a light-colored ripple at the entrance of the guard's cave, and a light-red figure jumped out of the cave with too much momentum.

The two guards looked at each other, burst out laughing twice, and leaned to the left and right to joke.

"What, old Zhao, did the fire burn his clothes or smoke his butt?" A guard said with a smile.

Another guard also narrowed his eyes with a smile, and continued: "There is always one inside..."

He paused.

Old Zhao's eyes were glazed, as if someone had taken his soul out of him.

After a long time, he uttered a sentence in a daze.

"woke up."

"He's awake."

The cold spring is cold, but the winter plum blossoms in the Shuangyun Pagoda are in full bloom. The pink and white flowers are decorated in clusters, like a girl's fingertips, trembling with snowflakes on the thin branches.

It has been more than half a month since Song Yuan returned to the sect.

For the past half month, he had never heard of Xuexue.

He is not the only one living in the Frost Cloud Pagoda, but the place is really vast, and he doesn't go out very often, so he seldom meets others.

A few days ago, the Zongmen assigned an immortal servant to take care of his daily life, but before Song Yuan could find a reason to shirk him, the deacon hall changed his tone again, which seemed strange.

But it is also a good thing, if someone is around, it will be difficult for him to explain the medicinal herbs in the treasure bag.

It was only when Song Yuan received the medicine to suppress heat and poison from the deacon hall that he realized the value of those spirit grasses and fairy flowers that he was familiar with in the snow mountain in this world.

It was an enviable fortune.

It would be great if he could make pills, but his spiritual power is low, he can't afford an alchemy furnace, and he doesn't have a trusted alchemist.

Fortunately, there have been no outbreaks these days, but this is not very good news for Song Yuan. He is faintly worried that it will happen more violently next time.

So worried, there was a knock on his courtyard door.

He thought it was the disciples of the deacon hall who came to pass the news, but Song Yuan was short of spiritual power, so he rushed to open the gate of the courtyard by himself.

The visitor was much taller than him, causing a shadow to cover him. Song Yuan looked up, but saw the visitor in red clothes and black hair, long eyebrows slanted into the temples, nose straight and thin lips, eyes like lacquer, with a cold expression.

Thanks for some clothes.

Song Yuan was startled, pinched the hem of his clothes subconsciously, took a step back to avoid the shadow, and then put on a faint smile again: "Senior brother?"

He turned around, as if leading the way, with a calm and friendly look: "Why are you here? How are you doing recently? I heard from the little disciples in the deacon's hall..."

With his back turned to him, Song Yuan felt his back burning hot from that focused and cruel gaze, and his face suddenly turned pale.

In the Shuangyun Pagoda seven years ago, Song Yuan was most afraid of him, and he was the one he was most afraid of.

Xie Dianyi is different from everyone on the Shuangyun Pagoda. The sword is a murder weapon. Most of the sword cultivators who pursue Taoism have a clean mind and a calm mind, but Xie Dianyi is not. Lin Wei is violent and stubborn.

I don't know when, Song Yuan no longer dared to be alone with this senior brother who was close to him when he was a child.

Senior brother Xie Dianyi was dissatisfied with everything his junior brother Song Yuan did, and was extremely annoyed at all his thoughts. Xie Dianyi accused him of being trapped in vulgar things, scolded him for being a dusty sword, neglected him, and abandoned him. Contemptuous of him like a humble speck of dust, using the most vicious words to characterize him without hesitation.

Shameless.

ungrateful.

What are you doing here, Xie Dianyi?

He was still silent all the time, and Song Yuan was feeling up and down in his heart, but after thinking about it, in fact, he didn't have any brotherhood.

Since it was possible to turn a blind eye in the meeting hall at that time, why not now?

He is a person who cut off his fate early, and only came back for a while when something went wrong. He asked for help, and was scolded for something irrelevant. What's the problem?

So he was silent for a moment, until his face returned to normal, then he turned around and looked at Xie Dianyi who was silent and motionless like a handsome puppet. The smile on his lips deepened a little, and his appearance looked more gentle and gentle. The voice is also soft: "Brother?"

"Why are you free today, what are you looking for me for?"

Xie Dianyi hates him the most, Song Yuan knows it.

A soft-spoken person is immoral, and a person who is easy to satisfy is useless.

He was waiting for a scolding, like a storm, at least as harshly as in the meeting hall.

But he forgot one thing.

This is seven years later.

This is the seventh year that junior brother Song Yuan died in the heart of senior brother Xie Dianyi.

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Xie Dianyi: A chaotically attached straight man with a hard mouth? (We all know that there are not many straight men in this article haha)

She is a super proud and proud beauty in red, with a bad mouth (youth version, the craziest dog she can't ask for)

Yuanyuan's heart is that kind, it looks so soft and touching, he will forgive you if you try a little bit harder, but it's just forgiven, if he doesn't move, he will be like a straight man with a heart like iron, and he will not go to a charming place at all Thinking, if a wild dog gets sick, he won't understand it, and he will slap it.

Ma Dan, I always feel that I can't write that flavor, or I read too little.

And, the setting of this article is all made up randomly, just for my enjoyment, the textual research will only hurt myself, ok?