Xue Meng was lying on the ground. When he got drunk, he was confused. He had no idea that he had met the biggest demon in the world just now. He was still lying on his back in the snow. The bright snow on the top of Kunlun fell one after another, like willow catkins in spring and reed flowers in autumn, covering him.

I don't know how long it took, someone walked up from the heavy snow with a bright red paper umbrella. Xue Meng narrowed his eyes, and then he saw a cold face.

"plum……"

Xue Meng muttered, and the words Hanxue were not spoken out. He was too tired.

"Well, it's me." Mei Hanxue didn't say much and helped him up from the ground.

Xue Meng lay on Mei Hanxue's shoulder, but did not leave, instead asked: "Do you have any wine?"

Mei Hanxue said: "No."

Xue Menghun said he didn't hear it: "Okay, okay, then you can have a drink with me?"

“…No drink.”

Xue Mengjing for a while and sneered: "Look at you, you don't drink it before, you pulled me to drink it. This time I drink it, you told me again that you don't play with me?"

"I'm afraid of alcohol."

Xue Meng muttered a few more words, and it sounded like he was cursing. Then he pushed Mei Hanxue away and walked into the vast snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Mei Hanxue held an umbrella and looked at his even hunched back. She didn't chase after him, but just asked, "Where are you going?"

He didn't know where he should go, he just hated that he didn't drink enough to make him drunk to death.

Mei Hanxue said: "When I come back, there is no way ahead."

Xue Meng suddenly stopped and stood there blankly. After a while, he suddenly burst into tears: "I just want to drink some wine! You don't let me drink! If you don't drink, you won't drink. You lied to me and said you should avoid drinking! Are you a human being?!"

“…I didn’t lie to you.”

Xue Meng couldn't listen at all and cried, "Are you guys?"

“…”

"I'm not happy, can't you tell me?!"

Mei Hanxue said: "I can see it."

Xue Meng was stunned, and then he felt even more aggrieved, even the tip of his nose was red: "Okay... OK, okay, I won't drink with me if I see it. Are you afraid that I will drink it for nothing and you won't give you money? I told you, I'm not that poor..."

As he said that, he actually mumbled to take out his pockets, took out a pile of broken copper plates and lit them back and forth several times, and he became even more sad as he lit them: "Ah, why are you just that little?"

Mei Hanxue held her forehead and obviously had a headache: "Xue Meng, you are drunk. You should go and rest first."

Before Xue Meng could answer, rustling footsteps came from behind him.

Another gentle voice sounded: "Brother, what's the reason for you to talk to a drunk person?"

After speaking, a hand wearing a gauze cover stretched out, carrying a sheepskin bag, and the silver bell on his wrist was gloomy. Mei Hanxue glanced at her eyes sideways and turned her head—

Behind him was a man who was exactly the same as he was, but had a deep smile on his face and a very gentle eyebrows.

"Actually, there are only two ways to meet a drunk person." The man smiled, "Damn him or knock him out."

Mei Hanxue: “…………………”

The man said, blinking at Mei Hanxue: "I know my elder brother is afraid of drinking. You go back and I'll drink with him."

The light green smoke rises, dancing softly, affectionately, yet confusing.

The bedroom of the senior brother who stepped on the snow palace was filled with a strong and expensive ambergris. It was covered with white fluffy carpets everywhere. It couldn't stand ankles when you stepped on it. The gauze curtains even confused the sun, moon, morning and evening. The wind blew the curtains and the wind fell and the curtains covered.

Mei Hanxue was barefoot and lying on the white velvet carpet, rubbing her toes as white as jade, and her pair of jasper eyes looked at Xue Meng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him and drinking heavily.

After drinking for thirty years, Mei Hanxue smiled and asked, "Hey, Ziming, aren't you surprised?"

"What surprised me?"

“We have two people.”

Xue Meng: “…oh.”

Mei Hanxue shook her head: "I forgot that you have a very poor alcohol tolerance. After getting drunk, your head is probably different from that of ordinary people. Isn't that surprised or not."

Xue Meng: "Hmph."

"I wonder if you have noticed that it was my elder brother who was on the top of life and death that day."

"I can't remember it."

Mei Hanxue said: "You have seen his weapon, Shufeng. A sword made of silver black iron."

Xue Meng frowned and thought hard: "...But the person who blocked me that day in the hall was ugly. The weapon was not silver either, it was...yes..."

"It's blue." Mei Hanxue nodded understandingly, "Because he got angry that day and was very anxious, he injected Lingliu. He usually doesn't make much spiritual energy, and my brother doesn't like to take ruthless actions."

“…”

"We will actually use that sword in exchange. I am the Wood Water Spirit Core, and he is the Water Fire Spirit Core. If you have the chance, you will see three kinds of spiritual currents, green, red and blue, but..."

He didn't continue to say it because Xue Meng didn't seem to be very interested in it. Xue Meng started drinking his own wine halfway through listening with a faint expression.

Mei Hanxue narrowed her eyes.

He suddenly felt that Xue Meng's appearance was not like he was domineering in his usual manner, but instead had a hint of coldness. This coldness made Xue Meng become less like himself, but like another person.

But who do you look like?

Mei Hanxue could not think about it for a while, and he was too lazy to think about it. He always kept doing things with the fine smoke from the Ruinao Jinbian, lazy, floating wherever he drifted, as if boneless.

Xue Meng drank a bag of sheepskin and then asked Mei Hanxue: "Is this wine still there?"

"Yes, but you've drunk too much and can't ask for it anymore."

Xue Meng said: "I will not get drunk after a thousand cups."

Mei Hanxue smiled and said, "Are you sick?" But she still handed him the wine and said warmly before, "This is the last pot. If you give it to you again, I will tell my brother that I will cut me alive."

Xue Meng drank slowly, looking very cold.

He is not like Xue Meng.

As he drank, Xue Meng suddenly murmured: "You have an older brother."

"Ah." Mei Hanxue smiled, "Otherwise, I've been talking for a long time, and you've seen it just now."

Xue Meng's eyes were a little erratic, with long eyelashes, like a butterfly falling down. He murmured again: "I have an older brother, too."

"Yeah, I know."

Xue Meng leaned against the beam and pillar, sat cross-legged for a long time, and it was a little numb. He stretched out one of his legs and stared at Mei Hanxue for a while.

Suddenly, the cold expression on his face disappeared, and he turned to a brilliant light between his eyebrows and eyes, but under the cover of this light, Xue Meng still did not look like Xue Meng.

He asked with a smile, "Hey, how are your brother treating you?"

Mei Hanxue was a little surprised at his change. Could it be that this person was drunk? But he still said: "...it's pretty good."

"Hahaha, you are so savvy about words. What's the good way to do it? Will he cast weapons for you, or will he cook a bowl of noodles for you when you are sick?"

Mei Hanxue smiled and said, "No, but he will block the woman for me."

Xue Meng: "..."

"I don't like to watch my old lover cry," said Mei Hanxue. "He is the ones I can't handle. He is just a little bit more work than me, he has no feelings or a slut. But he just has no interest, so he has never held a girl's hand at such a big age."

Xue Meng wrinkled his nose: "What's your brother's name?"

"Plum Hanxue."

"Same as you?"

"The words are different." He smiled, "He is cold and deserves it."

Xue Meng said, "Why do you make trouble..."

Mei Hanxue said: "It is convenient to act. There are some things that two people do, but if others think it is done by one person, they will feel that it is very profound and unfathomable. The palace master intended us to do this, so he has taken me and my brother since he was a child."

He said, uncovering the cover of the incense furnace, picking up the silver spoon and fiddling with the embers inside, and filling in some spices that can calm the mind and drive away the cold, his voice was very soft.

"He and I have always carried human skin masks with us. When he changed, I showed us my true appearance. When I changed, he acted in his true form, and it took more than twenty years in a flash."

"Aren't you tired?"

"It's not tired, it's quite fun." Mei Hanxue smiled, "But my brother probably feels tired. He always says that I owe too much debt to the romantic outside, which makes him go around the female cultivators even when he goes out."

Xue Meng had never experienced the feeling of being surrounded by a female cultivator. In fact, he felt that he was in the same situation as Mei Hanxue's brother, and he had never touched a woman's hand at such a age.

But there was nothing to show off in this kind of thing. So he drank dryly, silently, and silent.

Mei Hanxue was drunk and had a bad mind, but she didn't expect that at this time, Xue Meng suddenly asked him: "Why save me?"

The tone of voice changed again, and this time it became very gentle.

This kind of gentleness appeared on Xue Meng's face, which was more dazzling than before, and it was even more dazzling than before.

Mei Hanxue finally couldn't stand it anymore. He sat up, raised his hand holding Yinling, and turned around to see the chin while watching, "Strange, I'm right, what's wrong?"

Xue Meng didn't struggle, so he let him turn himself over and looked at Mei Hanxue quietly with his dark eyes. After a while, he asked again: "Why help the top of life and death? Do I know you very well?"

"I'm not too familiar with you." Mei Hanxue said, "I played with you when I was a child, but the person I played with was me one day and my brother one day. In fact, I only had to spend about ten days with you."

"Then why would you like to take me in?"
To be continued...