"Yun Xiangyi and Hua Xiangrong have fled back to Fenglin Continent, Cangyu Sect ignored the Xianmeng's questioning." Lan Chuihan brought the latest news from the Xianmeng.
Xie Bian's expression was inconceivable: "Cang Yu Sect really wants to be an enemy of the entire Immortal Alliance?"
"We also can't figure it out. Even if Qi Mengsheng can rely on the seven-star life extension lamp to hang his life, he will almost become a useless person. What's the point of that?" Lan Chuihan frowned lightly, "With the power of the Cangyu Sect, if there is a war , there must be countless casualties, no one wants to go to that step.”
"So, you were sent by Li Buyu to be a lobbyist?" Fan Wuxi glanced at Lan Chuihan.
Lan Chuihan smiled faintly: "Six years ago, my father used the Shennong Ding to cast a sword for me. My faction has a good relationship with Cangyumen, and I also have a personal relationship with Cangyumen master Yun Zhongjun. Let me be the lobbyist. Why not?" OK?"
Zhong Kui nodded: "Yun Zhongjun and Yun Xiangyi have a lot of contests in secret for the position of master, if you go to persuade, it may be really useful. What is the requirement of Chunyang Sect?"
"Return the seven-star life-extending lamp, expel Yun Xiangyi and Hua Xiangrong from cultivation, expel them from the Cangyu Gate, and go to Xu Xianzun's spirit to apologize." Lan Chuihan's expression turned cold, "Pure Yang Sect has always been upright, because Xu Xian Zun didn't die because of Lei Huoshi, but it just happened that the time limit has come, and they just wanted to steal the seven-star lamp, and they didn't dare to have the idea of murdering Xu Xianzun, so don't want their lives."
"Well, it's fair." Zhong Kui stroked his beard and said, "These two girls have to pay the price for their catastrophe, but Qi Mengsheng is also to blame. It's a loss for both sides, and it's definitely not what Xu Xianzun wants to see, so it's the most reasonable to deal with it like this."
"If Cang Yumen insists on covering it up?" Fan Wushi said, "According to what I know about Qi Mengsheng, she is tricky, stubborn, arrogant and arrogant.
Xie Bian laughed: "Junior brother, how can you understand Qi Mengsheng at such a young age? People in the Central Plains have many strange rumors about Cangyu Sect, so you can't make judgments without grounds and evidence."
"Back then, Zongzixiao relied on Xuanyuan Tianji Fuxiong to dominate Kyushu, and he was invincible. Those famous sects bowed their heads one after another." Fan Wuyou sneered disdainfully, "Only Qi Mengsheng would rather not bend, he can be called a hero of the generation. Zongzixiao is not afraid of her, she will now Hand over the Flying Envoy who is as close as you are? Impossible."
Zhong Kui
Lan Chuanhan paused: "Actually, Leader Li also thought so, so he sent me to lobby Lord Yunzhong. If the two of you are not handed over, the Immortal Alliance must seek justice for the Pure Yang Sect. When the time comes, Cang Yu The sect is going to be the enemy of all the sects in the Central Plains, and no one wants to go to that step." He looked at Zhong Kui, "However, can you explain to this younger generation why the Celestial Master came here?"
Zhong Kui took a sip of wine: "I was entrusted by Xu Xianzun on his deathbed, so I cannot disclose it."
Lan Chuihan nodded thoughtfully—
Stayed overnight at the sandbar, and the four of them set off early the next morning.
People in the Central Plains seldom move outside the customs, because there is a desolate desert outside the customs, and there are also winds and snows. The environment is very harsh, and the land is sparsely populated. Once lost, they may not be able to return.
Leaving the sandbar, they headed north all the way. The more they walked, the less populated people were, and the weather became colder and colder. They entered a white world full of wind and snow all year round.
When Xie Bian came to cross the pass when he was young, it was precisely to watch the Shennong Cauldron forge swords in Xianyue Pavilion, although he did not take this road. Maybe when he was young at that time, the memories he left behind were all fresh and interesting. He completely forgot how cold it was here. He was wearing a thick cotton coat and had spiritual body protection, but his lips were still blue from the cold. The snow dance brought by the cold wind dazzled people's eyes, and this vast expanse of whiteness seemed to have no end.
"This ghostly place." Zhong Kui said tremblingly, "No wonder the Cangyu Gate stands tall in the world of cultivating immortals, it is so far away and so cold, if there is no Shennong Ding, who would value her family's territory."
Fan Wuxi said: "The distance is not very far. If Yujian can arrive soon, but the wind and snow are so heavy, you can't see anything. I am afraid that only the people of Cangyu Sect will not get lost."
Lan Chuihan looked into the distance, with a layer of hoarfrost on his eyelashes: "There are camps built by travelers and businessmen in front, which can shelter from the wind."
"Did Brother Lan go this way? It seems that this is not the way to go to Shennongding back then."
"Well, I visited Fenglinzhou again later."
Before dark, they arrived at the place Lan Chuihan had mentioned—a natural barrier formed by a sheer rock. There was no snow under the giant rock, and it could also block the wind. Dry firewood left by people who passed by was scattered around. All those who go to Cangyumen will rest here.
Xie Bian and Fan Wuxi unloaded their luggage one by one, prepared to spread out the bedding, and regenerated the fire to cook.
Lan Chuihan wanted to go over to help, Zhong Kui waved his hand: "Hey, Mr. Lan, let their juniors do their work, just sit down."
Lan Chuihan sat down calmly.
Fan Wushi was so angry that he gave Lan Chuihan a blank look, thinking that he was a majestic demon king who was ordered by Xie Bian to wipe the ground last time, but this time he actually had to serve a pretending idiot, he really couldn't swallow it.
"Junior Brother, go and gather the firewood."
"Oh." Fan Wuxi saw that Bian was spreading a quilt, "Brother, just spread one for Master."
"That won't work, how can I let Big Brother Lan sleep on the floor."
As soon as Fan Wuxi pulled his face down, he saw Bian smile at himself: "The two of us are going to watch the night anyway, so let's do it, okay?"
His facial features stretched out immediately: "Okay."
The two lit the fire, and while the water was boiling, they stretched out their hands and roasted it.
Jie Bian heated his hands to warm them, and put them on his face that was flushed from the cold, and when his hands were cold, he put down the fire again, and repeated several times, the so focused and dazed appearance turned out to be cute and naive.
Fan Wushi cupped Bian's face with both hands, his black eyes were flickering with jumping flames, and his eyes were surprisingly bright: "I'll cover it for you."
Xie Bian froze for a moment: "No need, just keep yourself warm."
Fan Wuxi insisted on sticking to his face and did not let go: "Your face is still very cold."
Zhong Kui and Lan Chuihan were on the side, Xie Bian was a little embarrassed, he pulled down Fan Wuxi's hand: "I'm not cold anymore, you should warm yourself to the fire, your hands are colder than my face, who will cover them?" who."
Lan Chuihan supported his chin with one hand, and looked at them with a half-smile.
Fan Wuxi looked at his hands and muttered softly.
"Master, Brother Lan, the water is boiling, drink some hot tea first."
"Is my wine warm enough?"
"Master, can't you drink tea first?"
"It's only warm when you drink it. If you take a sip, you will burn your heart and lungs, and you will catch up immediately. If you don't believe me, try it."
Xie Bian reluctantly handed him the wine: "Drink less, the meal will be cooked soon."
Lan Chuihan laughed and said, "Where did the Heavenly Master pick up such an obedient and reliable apprentice as Bian?"
"Haha, it's hard to come by."
"Then..." Lan Chuihan looked at Fan Wushi, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if hesitating to speak.
"He, I owe him a drink, probably because he was drunk, so I agreed to take him in as an apprentice."
"Oh?" Lan Chuihan raised his eyebrows, "In this way, it can be considered that his origin is unknown, and he also knows Zongxuan swordsmanship. No wonder Li Meng wants to investigate his background."
Fan Wuxi cast a sideways glance at Lan Chuihan: "It's none of your business as an outsider as to where I come from."
Xie Bian quickly smoothed things over: "Brother Lan just cares about you."
"That's right. Li Meng mainly sent Song Chun back to investigate. If it wasn't for the incidents of Cangfeng's walking corpse and Xu Xianzun, he would have come a long time ago." Even in the wild, Lan Chuihan could eat well. Elegantly, he took a sip of the soup, "Well, it's so delicious, Bian, your craftsmanship is really amazing."
"I'm overwhelmed, everything is lacking here, just deal with it."
"I'll help Mr. Lan refill some more." Fan Wushi was about to grab Lan Chuihan's bowl with his hand, saying it was for soup, but judging by the momentum, it was clearly intended to hit his bowl.
Lan Chuihan was alert immediately, and seemed to gently block the unkind hand of the comer: "No need."
Fan Wuxi stretched out his hand again, and the two of them made several moves with their hands. The wooden bowl swung back and forth between their wrists. come out.
Zhong Kui watched it with great interest, as soon as the food was served, Xie Bian picked up a branch and hit Fan Wushi's hand: "Ruolite."
Fan Wuxi withdrew his hand and glared at Jie Bian angrily.
"Eat your food well, don't do such childish things again." Xie Bian filled another bowl of rice for Fan Wuxi.
Fan Wuxi was full of resentment and was almost full of anger. He must get back the power of his previous life as soon as possible, so that Xie Bian would not dare to underestimate him again.
At night, the brothers and sisters kept watch.
They gathered around the fire, wrapped in quilts, and the beeping of the flames was the only sound in the dead night.
"Brother, are you cold?" Fan Wuxi asked softly.
Hearing this, Jie Bian tightened the quilt: "It's okay."
Fan Wuxi said again: "Could the two of us wrap up together, so that we can wrap up two quilts and not be cold."
"If it's not cold at all, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep."
"It doesn't matter if you fall asleep, I will wake up."
"How about that, I can't let you watch the night alone."
"Then we'll wake up together." Fan Wushi spread out the quilt and covered Jie Bian.
The two adjusted slightly, and finally stuck close to each other.
Xie Bian let out a sigh of relief, and whispered: "Kunlun is too cold, I always feel this cold, I have suffered it before, not when I was a child, but..."
"Um?"
"Wuxie, do you occasionally flash some strange memories that don't belong to you?"
"what you mean."
"It's what I told you before. Everyone doesn't really lose the memory of their previous life, they just don't remember it. Ever since I fainted on the gossip stage, I have a strange sense of familiarity with this world. Kind of like I've come here in another capacity."
Fan Wuxi's breath stagnates.
"For example, here, I feel as if I have really been frozen. It is not that I have food, clothing and fire to keep warm, but I have really been frozen. I suspect that this is also a memory fragment of my previous life."
"Are there any useful clues pieced together from these fragments?"
Xie Bian thought for a while, then shook his head: "There are tens of thousands of people in the world, and everyone takes a different path. Clues can't let me know what happened in my previous life. To be honest, I don't want to know either. I guess I had a bad past life."
Fan Wuzhen felt his heart ache: "How are you doing?"
"Well, maybe what I cultivated in my previous life was suffering." Jie Bian looked up at the stars and said to himself, "In my previous life, I also saw this same starry sky. Everything has passed. Can these memories be forgotten? Come to bother me again."
"..."
Fan Wuxi hoped that Xie Bian would never think of his past life, but he also hoped that he would remember to bring Zongzi Heng back across a hundred years. This extreme contradiction always tore his heart.