[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

The Daxue Mountain is in the real extreme north, almost a desperate situation on earth.

The white snow in the meantime is by no means just a touch of the top of the mountain near Wanmei Villa. Once you step here, the cold wind is like a knife, and the ice and snow are like swords. It is not just empty words, but the most true portrayal.

Ximen Chuuxue raised his head and looked at the mountain in front of him like a sharp sword, as if he wanted to cut a hole in the sky. At the bottom of this mountain was a level of slippery ice steps. Looking up, There is no end in sight.

Sikong Zhaixing was wrapped in a thick padded jacket, and he wished he could tuck his head into his clothes. He looked at the stairs, which were at least thousands of steps up: "How do you walk here? It's so slippery?"

After this period of time, he has actually resigned himself to his fate. He traveled thousands of miles from the Central Plains to the outside of the pass, and then traveled far across the grasslands. It took him more than a month to come here.

Even if it was him, he couldn't help being a little curious at the moment, who is the owner of this big man in the iron tower, and why did he take such painstaking efforts to bring them here?

The big man said in a rough voice: "You are the only two testers in the past ten years. The first test task is to climb the 670-level ladder."

"This is the first item! Are there still many trials in the future? Then I won't do it, I don't have any interest in it." Sikong Zhaixing said impatiently: "Let me go back quickly, forceful You should know the truth that melons are not sweet!"

Ximen Chuuxue said: "Should we start now, is there a time limit?"

The big man shook his head: "The sooner the better, otherwise the next trial will be more difficult." Then he stood at the intersection without saying a word, guarding it like a stone statue.

Sikong Zhaixing snorted coldly, hugged his shoulders and looked at him coldly: "Young master, I just don't want to climb, so what can I do?"

Ximen Chuuxue reached out and touched the ice steps, it was cold and slippery like glazed tiles.

He glanced at the faint halo on the top of the mountain and knew it in his heart.

"At most three hours, these ice steps will melt. If you don't go up, and you can't go back, then after three days, you can imagine the result." He said lightly, but he was shocked by the handwriting of the lord of the Great Snow Mountain. , there is a time limit for this ice step, because it is facing the sun, and the sunrise will turn into a steep slope again, so that means, someone cut these more than 3000 steps of ice steps overnight.

This skill is really comparable to ghosts and gods.

Ximen Chuuxue immediately looked solemn, and started to step on the first step.

Sikong Zhaixing was stunned by Ximen Chuuxue's words. He looked around, if he really didn't go up, he would have to starve to death and freeze to death in the end. After thinking about the consequences, he finally held back the pain in his heart. Displeased, he followed Ximen Chuuxue cursingly.

"It's so slippery!" Sikong Zhaixing originally thought that he had excellent lightness kung fu and that it would be easy to step on the snow without a trace, but when he really stepped on the smooth and smooth steps, he found that it was extremely difficult for him to borrow strength on the ice.

The ice steps are not absolutely stable, it has a faint downward sloping arc, so it is not easy to just stand steadily on it, let alone borrowing strength. Looking at the thousands of steps, this For a moment, Sikong Zhaixing didn't even have the energy to scold his mother.

Naturally, Ximen Chuuxue also noticed this. With a little effort, he made shallow footprints on the ice, but it was much more stable. However, the journey is so long and consumes so much internal energy. The next trial will only fail. He really wants to To meet the lord of the snow-capped mountain, he also wants to know something about his father's past, so he must not lose.

Sikong Zhaixing suddenly discovered that Ximen Chuuxue's speed had actually accelerated. He crossed several ice steps in a row, and soon surpassed him by dozens of steps. This speed——

"You're on drugs!"

Although he said nothing, Sikong Zhaixing's unwillingness to admit defeat gradually rose at this moment. He has always been unhappy with Ximen Chuuxue. If he was compared by the opponent and surpassed too much, it would be too embarrassing!

No matter what, he couldn't be underestimated, so he also increased his speed, only to realize that the faster the speed, the better the ice steps, and the faster he borrowed his strength, the easier it was to go up before the slide.

But if one of them is not good enough, or if they are at the back, lack of strength, and fall off the ice steps, Sikong Zhaixing imagined the scene and felt that Ximen Chuuxue was really unreliable. If something really went wrong, hmph, Young Master will not save you!

Time passed by little by little, the sun had come out, and the light shone on the ice and snow, showing an extremely crystal clear color, but the white light reflected by the boundless heavy snow made people's eyes uncomfortable. Sikong Zhaixing knew that if he saw this light more It is easy to suffer from snow blindness, so I have to stare at my feet.

He has already climbed thousands of steps, but the road ahead is still far away, and he can't see the point. He is numb from climbing, and he is cold and hungry. He can't help but start to miss the roasted whole lamb unique to the grassland that he ate last night. The meat on the leg was firm and plump, and the smell of mutton was covered up by the thick sauce.

When he thinks about it, he becomes so greedy, hehe, Lu Xiaofeng must have never eaten it, he must have a good time next time we meet, he drove all the way to relieve his increasingly sore legs, really , Let me do something wrong, but I have to suffer here.

Ximen Chuuxue's footsteps have been very steady, and his breathing has also been kept steady, in order to preserve his strength to the greatest extent. He is already at the 780th [-]th level, and there is still more than half of the road to go. He continued to go up, and his steps did not seem to be solid ice. Ruixue, but all rivers in the world.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he saw the eternal lonely peak standing on the top of the polar region, despite the wind and rain, frost and snow, but still as awe-inspiring as a sword.

In the eternal paleness, only loneliness follows.

Is this... the fate of a swordsman?

Ximen Chuuxue bit his lip, and touched the long sword on his back with his cold fingertips. The colder and colder sword edge made him feel heavy in his heart, and that was... as sweet as sugar.

"Crack-"

Caught off guard, Ximen Chuuxue heard a crack in the ice, but it didn't come from his feet, turned around and saw that Sikong Zaixing's foot was in the air, and at this moment he kept slamming down the stone steps.

Almost without hesitation, Ximen Chuixue's long sword was out, flipping through the air, the blade sank into the thick layer of ice, countless ice shavings were on his face, creating small wounds, he held Sikong Zhaixing with one hand, and the other One hand holds a sword.

With a little force, he threw the opponent up, then carefully drew out his sword, and stepped on the ice steps again.

Sikong Zhaixing caressed his chest, his face was filled with the joy of escape, until Ximen Chuixue came up, he replied awkwardly: "Thank you!"

Ximen Chuuxue just nodded without saying a word.

For the next journey, because the ice layer was melting more and more, the two of them were extremely careful, and finally stepped on the last ice step after an hour.

In front of you is a huge platform filled with various stone statues.

Although Sikong Zhaixing was exhausted, but when he saw these things, he couldn't help but move over to knock them out of curiosity, his voice was dull, these stone statues were actually solid.

The way to continue going up was blocked by a huge boulder.

This is obviously a mechanism, and only by unraveling the secrets in it can the boulder be removed and the passage revealed.

Ximen Chuixue looked at those stone statues intently, while Sikong Zhaixing stared at the boulder in a daze, then he began to grope in his bosom, and soon found a lot of strange things.

Dagger, Qizi, and even a hammer, Ximen Chuuxue was stunned, carrying so many things... Aren't you tired?

Sikong Zhaixing rummaged for a while, and soon found a small bamboo tube, then he turned his head to Ximen Chuuxue and said: "Well, you step back, I'm going to blow this stone apart."

"..." Ximen Chuuxue organized his words, "Are you sure there won't be an avalanche?"

Sikong Zhaixing: "That's why I asked you to back off a little bit! I won't use a large dose."

Ximen blew Xue En, but actually stepped back a little.

"boom!"

The snow really fell.

Ximen Chuixue and Sikong Zhaixing were busy looking for a place to hide, and then saw that the falling snow was completely covered by boulders, Sikong Zhaixing and others were completely stable, and then went to throw the hook lock, and after confirming that it was hooked, they began to climb up , Ximen Chuuxue glanced at the lonely stone statues half-buried in snow, and suddenly felt that the people who moved these stone statues to the snow-capped mountains were really pitiful.

"Next." Sikong Zhaixing, who had already climbed over, threw the rope over again.

When both of them had passed the boulder, they found a tall old man with white beard and hair standing on the road ahead, looking at them coldly with an unfriendly face.

Sikong Zhaixing was obviously not the temperament to swallow his anger, and Ximen Chuuxue had always been soft and hard, so the two of them stood silently while the other stood sideways, ignoring the old man.

"The trial violated the rules. The old man should cancel your places and drive you down the mountain. But after all, you are here to climb the ladder. I can give you one more chance to survive thirty tricks under my hands."

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then go to hell!" The old man let out a sneer, and with five fingers intertwined, he attacked and killed him.

Sikong Zhaixing didn't expect that he would do it as soon as he said he would do it, and had to retreat in a hurry, while Ximen Chuixue had already drawn his sword to fight with the opponent.

The wind and frost were hoarse, and the swords and palms collided between the steep mountain roads that were only a square inch.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword was very fast, suddenly, he hit nineteen swords in a row, but the old man didn't even dodge, he directly pinched his shoulder and slammed it to the ground, Ximen Chuuxue moved back, following the trend Kicking the man's knee straight, the sword wind was like a shadow, dozens of air currents swept across, and a large piece of ice cone was thrown down from the sky.

The old man's figure was as stable as a mountain, and he avoided it calmly. The snow under his feet centered on him, and suddenly a powerful wave of air erupted, sweeping the surroundings into a mess.

Ximen Chuixue's horizontal sword was in front of him, facing the turbulent snowflakes and ice debris like a blizzard. The edge of the sword he had been holding tightly remained motionless, blocking the storm. Even if the torrent surged, he was as stable as a rock.

Seeing this, the old man had a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

The shot was even more unreserved, between the palms, the thin ice blades like blades were condensed, and when they were fired, they were like arrows, with great force. Ximen Chuuxue avoided the three ice blades, and the other six Every time he took a piece, he took a step back, and after six pieces fell, he was already standing behind the cliff.

Sikong Zhaixing finally seized the opportunity and threw the silver needle hidden weapon in his hand at the old man.

However, during the wind and snow, the old man slapped his palm in the air, shaking the whole ground as if it was not stable. The glacier under Ximen Chuixue's feet cracked, and when he was about to fall, he stabbed his sword into the ice wall.

Then he looked up and saw the old man looking down at him with no emotion in his eyes.

"No—" Sikong Zaixing roared, lying on the edge of the cliff with his eyes wide open, watching Ximen Chuuxue fall into the lonely white snow, he turned around with a cold face, and threw himself at the old man fiercely.

"I fought with you!"

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