The big crack is very wide, like an axe in the sky. If it wasn't for the golden light, it is estimated that Ning Chen and the others would never be able to find it.
In this fucking world, there are always some fucking things that people can't understand, such as, innate, or, for example, paper that will shine on its own.
Ning Chen felt that his original worldview was like a mirror that fell to the ground, it couldn't be broken any longer.
Walking into the crack, one person and one horse walked silently, and the way out was underfoot, but it was still somewhat unreal.
It turned out that he still could not fully agree with what had happened before.
The cracked road came to an end, and in a trance, they had appeared on a snow field.
The little white horse's first action, kicking its hooves, flicked its coquettish eyes, and then planted its head in the snow and ate wildly.
Ning Chen looked at it with contempt, as if he had never experienced the world, he was really uncultivated.
The next moment, Ning Chen gently picked up a handful of snow, then stuffed it into his mouth, chewing on the ice balls...
Cool!
One by one, he raised his head in relief, his face full of happiness.
The days in the underworld were really hell. I didn't eat or drink, and I didn't even have to eat snow. Now I find that it is happiness to eat a mouthful of snow.
The hot feeling in his throat subsided quite a bit, Ning Chen dropped the snow in his hand and saw that the little white horse was still eating frantically, he couldn't help frowning, and slapped the pouted horse's ass, scolding. :
"don't die"
Eating it like this, they will lose their lives, and they have to be in moderation in everything. Their bodies are still very weak, and they can't stand such a torment at all.
"wheeze"
The little white horse glanced at the former, then took two steps back, and continued to eat as usual.
Ning Chen was furious, and was about to lose his temper when he suddenly saw that under the little white horse, the snow where he was standing just now had completely melted, and he couldn't help but look startled.
What is the bead that this guy swallowed, and it still has such a big impact after so many days.
Ning Chen was worried in his heart, but seeing how happy the little white horse was eating, he no longer stopped him.
"Wait here, don't run around"
When the words fell, Ning Chen turned the wheelchair and walked into the distance.
Not long after, Ning Chen came back with a roe deer in his hand.
He didn't know whether the little white horse would eat meat or not, but at this time, he had to eat it if he didn't.
The Fire Zhezi has been extinguished, and there is no dead wood in the accessories. It is impossible to make a fire. His cultivation level has not reached the level that can trigger the changes of the world like the Son of God, and he cannot make a fire out of thin air.
After simply dissecting the roe deer, Ning Chen held back his nausea and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, the smell was pungent, and the stomach that had not eaten for many days had a cramp, and the acid water returned.
But he knew that if he didn't eat, he would die, and his body couldn't support walking out of this snowy field.
Randomly stuffing himself two pieces of meat, Ning Chen cut another piece and stuffed it into the mouth of the little white horse.
"wheeze"
The little white horse was reluctant to eat it and spit it out.
"eat it"
Ning Chen's face sank and he shouted.
Seeing that the master was angry, the little white horse whimpered aggrievedly, picked up the raw meat in the snow, and ate it with difficulty.
Ning Chen felt that his words were a little heavy, and sighed softly, stroking the little white horse's head, and said softly, "Be patient, as long as you can survive, it's worth the suffering."
The little white horse rubbed his head against the former's chest, looking extremely aggrieved.
"Okay, don't grind like a bitch, eat quickly"
Ning Chen pulled the little white horse away and said impatiently.
The raw meat that has not been processed has a very strong smell, with dripping blood, the little white horse is difficult to eat, Ning Chen eats disgusting, one person and one horse in the wasteland, you take one bite and I take one bite, staring at each other, no one is willing to suffer, for fear The other party eats less.
The roe deer on the snowfield are very small. After removing the internal organs and fur, there is not much meat left. Ning Chen looked at the last piece of meat and stuffed it into the mouth of the little white horse. He immediately cleaned his hands with the snow on the ground, and said lightly: "let's go"
The little white horse swallowed the last mouthful of meat in pain, and then stepped forward obediently.
The snow finally stopped, but the sun had not yet come out. This heavy snow was a disaster, especially in the north, where everything was white.
Ning Chen didn't know where he was going, and he couldn't even figure out the direction.
Walking in the snow is easy to suffer from snow blindness, so Ning Chen will cover the eyes of the little white horse every time he walks for a while, then close his eyes and move forward by feeling, anyway, they don't know the direction, just keep walking.
However, he did not expect that if people were to be unlucky, they would jam their teeth when drinking cold water.
Just when Ning Chen and the little white horse saw the hope ahead, a city was looming, not far away, a man in white came slantingly.
The man in white was obviously stunned when he saw the person and horse in front of him. In this vast snow field, such a combination was too individual and too easy to identify.
There is a saying that if you break through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to be found, and it takes no effort to get them.
Ning Chen sensed the murderous intent from the man, frowned slightly, and before he could think about it, he saw a cold sword light covering his face.
"Bang"
The sword fingers connected, and a waterfall of snowflakes swayed. The man pulled out the sword, and he was about to die in an instant.
Ning Chen placed both hands on the sword body with his left hand, and turned around, the sword edge turned to one side, releasing the force to the invisible.
At the same time, the ink sword was unsheathed, half pulling the cold light, and the frost was agitated, and a sword blocked the eyes.
The man's expression did not change, he stretched out his left hand, grabbed the ink sword, sparks splashed, and it turned out to be a pair of gloves forged from pig iron.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, and the ink sword in his hand added another three points of strength.
Blood flowed down the edge of the ink sword, the man in white saw red for the first time, the hand holding the sword turned, the body of the sword disintegrated, and the sword was taken out of the sword and stabbed at Ning Chen's heart.
"Shameless"
Ning Chen scolded angrily, but never checked whether he was more shameless in the past.
The sword is hidden in the sword, it is hard to prevent, but Ning Chen has encountered a more dangerous situation than this, so he moved.
The wheelchair moved forward instead of retreating, and at the moment of turning around, the ink sword slashed back, like the scythe of the god of death, passing through a black brilliance.
Mo Jian was fast and his moves were tricky, but Ning Chen frowned slightly.
He felt powerless, this sword, slow.
At least, much slower than when he faced the headless yin riding.
"Wow"
The cloth was torn open, and a waterfall of blood was drawn. The man in white took three steps back, avoiding the deadly sword.
Ning Chen was in a irritable mood and was very dissatisfied. His body was slower than it was at the time, and the speed of the wheelchair under him couldn't keep up.
This is actually not difficult to understand. After all, there is a gap between fantasy and reality. How can it be so simple to turn illusory moves into reality.
The man in white was also in a bad mood. He found that his fifth-rank martial arts cultivation was unable to completely suppress the young man in front of him, and the battle of his moves was even more subdued.
Ning Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes narrowed slightly to hide the thoughts in his heart. He could also sense from the brief confrontation that this man in white was not as good as the old eunuch, but the long sword in his hand was a little troublesome.
He would like to thank the torment in the illusion of hell, otherwise he would still be the idiot who had no cultivation but was unable to perform.
After all, martial arts is for fighting, and fitness is bullshit.
When he enshrines the sword with the sword, the old man once said that the function of the sword is to kill people, and there is no other use for it.
And the one who takes the sword is the one who takes the sword, and the one who takes the sword kills.
Of course, there are not many people in this world who can be called swordsmen. The sword enshrined said that he could only count as half at most. In this way, he and the man in white in front of him couldn't even count as half.
Ning Chen started to feel a little nauseated. Maybe he had eaten raw meat before, and his eyes were hurt by the snow light. This place is really not a good place to fight.
The man in white looked at the young man in front of him, and the instant kung fu long sword was killing him again.
At the moment when the sword came out, he was still thinking, why does this young man seem to be absent-minded
Ning Chen calmed down, the ink sword was horizontally in front of him, blocking the sword in front of his throat, and then his head tilted, the ink sword slid across the long sword, and in an instant, blood spilled, and the broken arm flew.
Looking at the blood spilling all over the sky, Ning Chen sighed, he is still the best at breaking people's arms, because the arm is the closest to him.
The next moment, the wheelchair turned, the Mojian turned again, the Moguang swept across, and the blood sealed the throat.
The man in white fell down helplessly, his body still maintaining the posture he had just now, and fell into the snow, unable to stand up again.
"cough cough"
Ning Chen coughed a few times violently, a smear of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and impatiently stretched out his hand to wipe it, then bent down and groped a few times on the man in white, got up and patted the little white horse's butt, and said, "Go, Go to the city with my grandfather"
"wheeze"
The little white horse responded, followed the wheelchair, and walked slowly towards the ancient city in the distance.
The ancient city is really far away. When the two guys walked into the city, it was already dark and it couldn't be darker.
The inn on the street was about to close, so Ning Chen had to stop him. He was very hungry, and so was his brother Xiaobaima.
The shopkeeper was very impatient at first, but when he saw the silver in the hands of the young man in front of him, his face turned gloomy, and he wished to treat the young man as his ancestor.
Ning Chen lightly cast a glance at the little white horse, and gestured, "Well, it's good to hang out with my brother.
The little white horse lowered his eyebrows and responded pleasingly to the eye, and his attitude was correct, which made Ning Chen very satisfied.
"What do you want to eat, son?" The shopkeeper smiled flatteringly.
Ning Chen glanced at the sign hanging in front of the hall, and then pointed to them one by one, with the look of a nouveau riche, "Except these few, don't, the other one will have one, no, two."
Hearing the former's words, the smile on the shopkeeper's face became even brighter, and he asked, pretending to be concerned, "Do you want to pack up and take a copy away?"
"No, that portion is its"
Ning Chen pointed at the little white horse at the door, and said impatiently.
"Young master wants this horse to come in to eat?" the shopkeeper asked in surprise.
"Can't you?" Ning Chen was even more impatient, Moji was a fart, he was dying of starvation.
"This is against the rules."
The shopkeeper looked embarrassed. He was a place for people to eat, how could he let a beast come in.
Ning Chen threw the silver ingot in his hand and said, "This is yours"
"Hehe, your words are the rules"
The shopkeeper's face was full of joy, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the back kitchen.
Before the food came, the two starving ghosts grabbed the tea in the hall and drank one pot after another, until Ning Chen and the others were about to go crazy, and the food was finally served.
The chef was pulled out of the bed by the shopkeeper. In a daze, he played a little abnormally. However, this could not stop the two guys with shining eyes from frantically eating.
Due to the lack of manpower, the shopkeeper was also helping in the back kitchen, so he finally freed up his hands and was about to come to the front hall to take a look.
The hall was a mess, empty plates were thrown everywhere, and there was almost no place to stay around one person and one horse. On the side, the young boy who served the food looked pale. It was the first time in his life that he had seen such a terrifying thing. scene.
Naturally, Ning Chen and Xiaobaima didn't know that their food appearance caused such a big psychological shadow. The two guys' hearts and faces were beyond this era, and they didn't care about other people's opinions at all. As a result, more and more people were frightened in front of the hall, standing there in a daze, looking at a pair of strange people and horses in front of them...