Snow is like silver, sword is like rainbow, horse is like dragon!
Ding Hao was wearing a green gown and was riding a tall white horse that was rare among the gods. It was exactly that.
Before Ding Hao entered the Xuelong Mountain for training, he spent a lot of money to buy this horse with demon blood. He fostered it in a horse stable in China. He spent a winter happily and gained a lot of weight. His body seemed to be in good shape again. It swelled a lot and became more powerful. Now when viewed from a distance, it looks like a small white dragon on the ground.
And what's interesting is that this guy is very psychic. When he saw Ding Hao, his little master, again after six months, he was extremely friendly and snorted happily all the way.
"Brother Qicheng, how long do we have to walk to reach Wenjian Sect?"
Gao Xueer asked curiously.
The little girl is cute and well-dressed, wearing thick leather armor under a red blouse, a red leather hat on her head, riding a maroon horse, and looking around curiously with a pair of big eyes.
This was the little girl's first time traveling far away. Everything in the wilderness was extremely rare for her. She couldn't get enough of it along the way, just like a canary released from a cage, chirping, Asking questions, very lively.
"According to our foot power, it will take about three days."
Ding Hao answered with a smile.
The mounts of Gao Xueer, Zhang Fan, Fang Tianyi and Bald Wang Feng were all good horses purchased at large prices. Although they were not as good as Ding Hao's horse, it was still easy to earn one or two thousand per day. Not to take care of the little girl Gao Xueer, but to take a break from time to time. I'm afraid it won't take three days, but a little more than a day.
"Brother Qicheng, I wonder if Jianshan Mountain is really like a legend, like a fairyland, evergreen and picturesque all year round?"
"Brother Qicheng, when we arrive at Wenjian Sect, can I see brother Yunqi immediately?"
"Alas, the entrance test only started in June this year, so Xue'er still has to wait for more than three months!"
"Brother Qicheng, are you asking if the Sword Sect has many good friends? Good friends like Brother Xiaofan and Brother Tianyi?"
"Brother Qicheng..."
"Brother Qicheng..."
The little girl Gao Xueer was simply a curious baby. She asked endless questions along the way. Ding Hao soon became a little overwhelmed. Fortunately, there was Zhang Fan by his side who was patient at all times. Later, Gao Xueer Zhang Fan came to answer all the strange questions he had.
"By the way, Xue'er, Yidao Qicheng is my pseudonym. My real name is Ding Hao. When I get to the sect, please don't call me Brother Qicheng anymore." Ding Hao felt it was necessary to correct him first.
"Hehe, okay, then Xue'er will be called Brother Hao from now on!" This ice-snow and smart little girl knows the importance of things, but this time it's rare that she doesn't get to the bottom of it.
While he was talking, a day passed.
When night fell, everyone found a leeward mountain col to camp.
Zhang Fan experiencedly arranged some warnings and defenses around the camp to avoid being attacked by monsters at night.
Ding Hao looked at Zhang Fan's busy look and didn't know why. He couldn't help but suddenly thought of the days when he first came out from Wenjian Sect for trial five or six months ago, and the Qingshan East Campus disciples who came out together at that time. , had almost no experience in camping in the wild, and Zhang Fan was busy preparing everything by himself.
Now that more than half a year has passed, too many things have happened to him, and things have changed.
Although Zhang Fan didn't say anything in the past few days, Ding Hao could always feel that after experiencing the incident of demonic rebellion, some inexplicable changes had taken place in Zhang Fan, like the honest and enterprising hunter of the past. Some kind of indescribable and strange transformation was slowly taking place in the boy.
Along the way, Ding Hao didn't know if it was his own misunderstanding. Ding Hao always felt that there were several times when Zhang Fan looked at him with a little hesitation, always looking like he was hesitant to speak, or even Sometimes, I would stare blankly at the sky and mountains in the distance, feeling very worried and not knowing what I was thinking.
After dinner, while everyone was resting, Ding Hao walked around outside the camp. Using his rusty sword as a pen, Ding Hao carved the same half-sentence of a poem on the wet ground in all directions.
"Mountain darkly, vista!"
The writing is carved on the black soil that has not yet thawed. The scratches are so shallow that they are almost invisible. Between the strokes, there is a faint stream of deep silver, like frost on the ground, flowing between the scratches. A mysterious power is locked in the writing, and even the beasts and demons with the most agile ears and eyes cannot detect their existence.
Verse inscription.
This is Ding Hao's unique way of inscription.
These fifty-six handwritings hidden in the darkness are more effective than the various traps arranged by Zhang Fan. Not only can they detect approaching demons immediately, but after being stimulated, they can also trap the demons in their original location. The power is equivalent to a full blow from a master in the Samurai Realm of Dzogchen Realm.
After doing all this, Ding Hao returned to the camp and saw Zhang Fan and Fang Tianyi sitting around the campfire, chatting and laughing, so he walked over and sat down.
The blazing bonfire shone on the faces of the three people, flickering on and off.
As they talked, the topic shifted to the time when they first joined Wenjian Sect. Ding Hao sighed and took out the wine from the storage ring. The three of them didn't drink much, but they were already slightly drunk. .
Zhang Fan, who has always been honest and taciturn, talked a lot tonight.
At first, all three of them talked, but later, it was Zhang Fan who held Ding Hao and Fang Tianyi's hands and listened to him alone.
When talking about the hunting days in Baiman Mountain in his childhood, a soft smile always appeared on the boy's lips. When talking about the years of practicing and playing with Ding Hao and others in the Wenjian Sect, he would become extremely excited. When talking about the last time When he went out to practice and gained experiences by chance, he even danced and gestured...
"My name is Zhang Fan. Perhaps I am destined to be like this name. I am very ordinary. I will not be like Senior Brother Ding and Senior Brother Fang. You are extremely talented. No matter what kind of swordsmanship, you can master it just by watching it once." Learn…”
"In the past nearly a year or so, my efforts are definitely no worse than anyone else's, and the sweat I put in is definitely no less than anyone else's. However, no matter how hard I work, no matter how much sweat I shed, in Xuan Qi cultivation, But there has always been little progress. We all practice together, and I have made the slowest progress. Among the more than two thousand registered disciples of the mountain sect, I am undoubtedly the last one."
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