Sunny starry night. The snow-capped mountains are ups and downs, and the world is vast.
Between the valleys, the entire smooth ice surface reflects the starlight and wandering clouds in the night sky, like a stream of flowing stars. Meng Xueli crossed these galaxies, his body was as light as a swallow, and his footprints could not be left on the snow and ice. He was wearing a silver cape given by Ji Xiao, and his face was like ice and snow, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.
This is the holy snow mountain of the demon world. After a long absence, people return to their hometowns, and they are naturally in a good mood.
Years passed from spring to winter, glaciers melted and condensed, snow cliffs collapsed and accumulated, and the topography of the snow-capped mountains was very different from what Meng Xueli remembered, but when the fresh air filled his heart and lungs, he still felt that nothing had changed.
I don't know what wild wolf howled to the moon, and the whistling echoed in the valley, causing the snow on the cliff to rustle. Soon the roar of the beast disappeared, and only the wind whimpered. Perhaps they had sensed some kind of danger and dared not come forward.
When Meng Xueli was not in human form, he was neighbors with many snow leopards, snow wolves, and snow rabbits. He ran, jumped, rolled, laughed and shouted happily on the vast snow. How can there be feelings that want to talk about it, complicated and entangled troubles.
To be a demon or a human being, it is better to be a little sable who doesn't know anything. This thought was fleeting, and Meng Xueli didn't have time to think about it, when a white fog rushed towards him, completely obscuring the world in front of him.
The white mist with fiery hot steam rose and filled the air. Who would have thought that when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, the peaks and turns suddenly turn. In the depths of the ice and snow, there is still a natural hot spring hidden.
The water gurgled, like a boiling cauldron. An acquaintance is cooking in the pot. Meng Xueli laughed.
Que Xianming half-squinted, his lower body soaked in the hot spring, his arms spread wide, resting on the slippery stones by the spring.
He is strong and sturdy, with slender limbs, and his gorgeous eyebrows are looming in the white mist.
Meng Xueli wanted him to put on his clothes, but when he approached, he saw that his face was pale and slightly tired, and he turned to worry: "What happened?"
The aura of heaven and earth is rich here, and the spring water has the effect of nourishing the body of the demon. The bird is soaking in the hot spring, and it should be ruddy and lustrous, like a cooked bird.
"You're here?" Que Xianming said angrily, "I'm so excited that I can't sleep lately. I'll borrow your place to soak for a while and get a good night's sleep."
Meng Xueli nodded: "I didn't fall asleep last night."
After saying that, he took off his cloak, carefully folded it and put it in the storage bag, and took off his clothes indiscriminately, and let out his hair: "I'll soak for a while, to relieve fatigue."
"Wow!" With a splash of water, Meng Xueli stepped into the hot spring, stretched his body, and adjusted to a comfortable position.
The two met candidly.
"How long has it been? It's such a day of soaking in hot springs together." Que Xianming gave him a sideways look, "You're a cultivator, how can you be a demon and be happy?"
Meng Xueli looked up at the starry sky and saw the stars all over the sky becoming hazy in the hot fog: "When this matter is finished, good days will come."
As he spoke, he passed his breath to Que Xianming. The latter's appearance changes rapidly. In an instant, the two Meng Xueli were exactly the same, sitting opposite each other, with the same breath, as if a mirror appeared in the middle of the hot spring.
Que Xianming frowned: "I can lie to others, can I lie to Ji Xiao?"
Meng Xueli: "Procrastinate for a moment."
Meng Xueli got up to get dressed, dried his hair and skin with real yuan, and after tidying up, handed Que Xianming a storage bag.
Que Xianming: "What's inside?"
"I wrote a letter for help, or a love letter, whatever you want to call it. Anyway, just make sure the time is right, just send it to my Taoist companion, and invite him over."
Meng Xueli was more concerned about his safety when gambling Jixiao. After the drastic change in the spiritual energy of the world, he first came to the Snow Mountain in the Demon Realm to find him.
Que Xianming: "One mouthful, one Taoist companion. Can you two go back after tomorrow?"
Meng Xueli: "I don't care what happens after tomorrow. You think so much, are you afraid that I will fail?"
"I'm afraid you'll regret it." Que Xianming looked into his eyes.
Meng Xueli's heart moved slightly: "What's wrong with you? Didn't we agree?"
Que Xianming smiled: "Yes, we agreed."
***
Meng Xueli was not the only one returning from Changchun Peak.
Yu Qishu stopped and walked all the way, turning over mountains when he saw mountains, flowing water when he saw water, drawing his sword when he saw injustices, walking from north to south, and arriving at his hometown tonight.
In the late spring and early summer, the city of Egret is humid and sultry, like a huge steamer. Only at night there is a cool breeze and the water waves are damp. On the banks of the moat, a few egrets perched under the willows, with a very beautiful posture. The money mouse was lying on Yu Qishu's shoulder and looked around curiously.
Egret City was named after the egret, and the city owner, the Yu family, was a medium-sized family of cultivators. In the world of practice, it is a small portal in a secluded corner, not worth mentioning; in the mortal world, it is already prominent enough.
Yu Qishu entered the city with one sword and one sword, like a down-and-out ranger.
"Young man, is this the first time you come to Egret City? Buy a map!" The hawker at the gate of the city greeted him, holding a stack of drawing paper, "The best restaurant in this city, the most comfortable inn, the most lively brothel , it's all on the picture."
"Thank you, no, I'm a local." Yu Qishu politely refused.
The hawker refused to take a break, and pointed to the moon shadow in the sky: "Buy one, young man, I should close the stall sooner, as long as three coins are needed, I will go home for dinner."
Yu Qishu stretched out his hand to touch the storage bag, and suddenly he saw something and stopped abruptly: "What is that?"
The peddler followed his gaze and said, "The young man said that the jade carving?"
Entering the city gate, there is a white jade statue in the middle of the avenue, which is three feet high. Pedestrians and vehicles passed by the statue and made a detour to avoid it, adding to the burden of the congested traffic at the gate of the city.
The white jade is used as the material, and the figure is supposed to be immortal and out of the ordinary, but it seems that in order to show the heroic and powerful, the lines of the statue are too angular, resulting in nondescript finished products.
"You don't know this? I'm afraid the young man is not a local." The hawker did not want to miss this business, and introduced enthusiastically, "This is the only eldest young master of the City Lord's Mansion. Qishu is also! Look at this city, who doesn't recognize him."
Yu Qishu was startled, and pointed at the statue: "What did you say Yu?"
"Immortal Master Yu Qishu!" A passerby answered first, "Put down your hands, you are disrespectful."
Yu Qishu thought, this statue doesn't look like me at all, and yes, my father has only seen me a few times, how does he know what I look like? In the past, he was only afraid of feeling sad and complicated, but now he just finds it interesting.
In his mother's letter, he was always worried about whether he had enough to eat, whether he was clothed, and whether he was safe. These things were never mentioned.
But there was still one thing he didn't understand, so he asked for advice: "But as far as I know, the city lord has many children, and he is neither the heir nor the elder. How did he become the 'only eldest young master'? But is it wrong?"
"Why are you still raising the bar? The city owner said yes, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!" The hawker rolled his eyes impatiently, and finally lost his patience with this stingy ranger who "pretends" to be a local and doesn't understand anything. .
Yu Qishu habitually apologized: "...I'm sorry."
The hawker saw that he was good-natured, and he was even more temperamental, so he left cursing.
The streets in the city didn't change much, Yu Qishu walked towards the City Lord's Mansion, and through the back door.
The City Lord's Mansion is located in the north of Egret City, covering a vast area. There are more than 20 courtyards in the mansion, with lakes and forests, countless servants, chores, stewards, and even the support of the formation.
Yu Qishu restrained her breath, as if entering a realm of no one, without disturbing the formation or anyone.
Just in time for dinner, the servants came and went in a hurry with jade plates and trays, but they turned a blind eye to him.
Yu Qishu first went back to the remote courtyard. Seeing that the courtyard was dark and without lights, she wanted to come and move her mother elsewhere. He had to look for the main courtyard again, and when he passed the family ancestral hall, he stopped to look.
When he was a child, he thought that the clan ancestral hall was so huge that the top could not be seen at a glance. Even higher was the main building in the main courtyard where my father lived, which was even higher than the sky. Therefore, he was most afraid of his father's cold face, and also afraid that his mother would be rectified by other wives and concubines.
Now that he is on the highest mountain in the world, he has climbed the mountain and the world is small. When he looks at his hometown, it is inevitable that he will feel unfamiliar.
Yu Qishu thought: "So that building is not tall at all."