When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

When a person dies, the light goes out.

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

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

He didn't feel sorry for Song Xuan.

But from him, we saw the epitome of other monks.

A monk loses his aura, just like a mortal loses oxygen or a fish loses water.

He shook his long sword, and with a flash of sword intent, he smashed the statue of the evil god enshrined by Song Xuan into pieces.

…

Zhang Tian had a dream.

In his dream, he accidentally entered the fairyland, got guidance from the immortal, and traveled around the world.

I also met my parents, and it turned out that they were not dead, but were practicing cultivation first.

That dream was very real and very happy.

He refused to wake up for a long time.

Until the cold wind came through the cracks in the window and hit his face, making him grin and shiver from the cold.

I finally woke up, but a memory that was completely opposite to my "dream" flooded into my mind: being selected by an immortal, taking a bath that froze my bones, being locked in a small cell...

A chill that was even colder than the wind and snow spread from the tailbone to the whole body in an instant.

The sharp contrast between dreams and reality made him instantly understand that the beauty of cultivating immortality was just his imagination!

The thought of seeking immortality was instantly given up.

Xiao Zhangtian felt a little disappointed in his heart, and at the same time he was a little confused. Who rescued him from the cave?

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there seemed to be something extra on the old wooden table.

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

Xiao Zhangtian's mind exploded with a bang. He seemed to have thought of something and walked out of the door.

Nothing.

There is only one line of footprints that will be buried in the snow.

…

"Only wine."

Heavy snow closed the mountains.

A swordsman in white clothes refused to listen to dissuasion and chose to walk in the snow.

He told the passers-by who advised him that a mere snowstorm and a few ounces of strong alcohol would be enough to cope with it.

Passers-by sneered and said that he had seen too many people like him, he didn’t have much ability, he was just stubborn!

When spring comes next year, it will just be a frozen corpse on the roadside, and it will end up as a ghost in a mass grave.

The swordsman in white didn't take it seriously, laughed loudly, and walked towards the depths of the snow-capped mountains. The figure behind him, drinking heavily in the wind and snow, looked really cool.

Seeing that he could not be persuaded, the passers-by yelled and cursed, saying that Bai Chang had such a good skin and did not cherish life. Finally, he shook his head repeatedly, muttered, turned and left.

The swordsman in white is naturally Li Changxiao.

Although he was scolded, he was in a good mood and rewarded the passerby with a dream that would not be exchanged for a thousand dollars.

After that, he drank heavily until the gourd of wine reached the bottom. He felt a little drunk, so he fell asleep and fell to the side.

It was windy and snowy.

Several days passed, and heavy snow soon covered him.

This time, he wanted to go south. Go and see the last single seedling of the Fu family for the original owner of the green bamboo flute.

…

"Miss, there is someone there."

A row of horse-drawn carriages was heading this way, and a dashing woman with a long ponytail on a horse turned around and said.

The sassy woman raised her hand slightly, and the motorcade stopped. She looked warily at Li Changxiao lying in the snow.

The first carriage in the motorcade was made of expensive black wood. At this moment, a head poked out of the carriage window, observing the scene outside with smart eyes.

Her eyes also fell on Li Changxiao. When she spoke, a wave of heat rushed up, "Isn't it a Jianghu guest who froze to death?"

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

The sassy woman shook her head, "This person is still breathing. From my point of view, he seems to be drunk and passed out on the roadside."

"Of course, it's not ruled out that it's an ambush, but I, Zuo Qiuye, am also an old martial artist. I have an impression of anyone who can be named. This person..."

"Either he is new to the world, or he is an average person."

In the wind and snow, Zuoqiu Ye's ponytail was fluttering, her waist was straight, her face was not as soft as other women's, but she was full of heroism and arrogance.

Zuo Qiuye turned back to look at his lady. How to deal with this drunken guest depends on the lady's wishes.

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

She is the lady Zuo Qiuye talks about, the person in charge of this motorcade: Xia Mei.

Her pretty face turned red from the cold, and her breath quickly atomized. She thought for a moment, looked at Zuo Qiuye, and asked, "What are the chances that this person is ambushing me?"

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

"Besides, this person smells of alcohol, so he doesn't seem to be faking it."

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

Then, his eyes were fixed on Li Changxiao's sleeping face, and he said with a smile: "It's a good thing."

At this time, a man beside Zuo Qiuye, who was also riding a horse, replied sourly, "A skin is of no use. In this world, it depends on strength."

"That's all. There's still some free space in the carriage at the end. 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, "Isn't there you guys? One is the famous Red Leaf Sword: Zuo Qiuye, and the other is the notorious Qingfeng Sword: Wen Tianyu."

"With two people in charge, this trip is definitely a sure thing."

Wen Tianyu was very pleased with what he said, and he didn't know what to say.

The convoy drove on as usual.

There were several tracks on the snowy road.

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

When the warm water was boiled and taken 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 and continued to sleep.

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

He woke up when there was 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 to try to sleep comfortably.