The old mausoleum was very windy and snowy, so ordinary people could not enter.

Just like in the Purple Mountains in the West... covered by wind and snow, the mountain road is difficult, and under the will of the Nirvana realm, the rules here have even changed, which has disobeyed the changes and changes of the four seasons.

Chu Xiao set up a formation at the foot of the Jiuling Mountain. After the battle in Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, although the "Wind and Snow Field" was not directly broken by Tianhai Tower, it was still damaged. The battle ended and the wind and Snow Field, which was taken back to the Great Sui Dynasty, unfolded in the "Old and Snow Field".

This "field" that has been passed down for a long time in Purple Mountain has the power to lock in vitality.

This is exactly where the "Shengmen" arranged by Pei Min is located.

A dull "ancient coffin" composed of wind and snow gathering is suspended in the sky of the Old Tomb Snow Field, about three feet above the ground, thick chains spread in the void, wind and frost spreading, forming ice chips, pulling, pulling and fixing the ancient coffin.

The ancient coffin trembled slightly.

The girl in red sitting on the grass of the wind and snow field, her hair was half gray. Her appearance had become a little aging, but her face was still rosy. She could still be described as "a childish face with crane hair", but there was a scent of withering between her clothes... In the battle at Tianhailou, she and Chen Yuanjun fought against Baidi. The details of this battle are unknown to the world, but Baidi was seriously injured, so the other two must not be much better.

Chu Xiao sat cross-legged with a "melodious" expression. She looked at the swaying ancient coffin, with no sadness or joy. In the past five hundred years, she has walked the longest road in the world and seen too many gatherings and separations in the world, so even if she felt cramped in her heart, her expression did not change much.

The white hair says everything.

A red umbrella was inserted beside Chu Xiao, and the umbrella body was inserted into the frosty and snowy land. The scarlet umbrella cloth was torn apart by the emperor of the Eastern Demon Realm in the battle with Baidi. At this moment, it looked like a big banner. The flag was soaked in wind, snow and coldness, stretched coldly, and kept throwing it away. As the core of the entire "snow and snow field", the tip of the "red candle" was inserted into the earth, connecting the ancient coffin, and Chu Xiao himself... The faint light and fire swayed beside Chu Xiao.

Red candle...Red candle...

She is the burning red candle.

The hair of the waterfall scattered and the ground was falling. The life that this Zishan Mountain Lord had not much was passing. When you reach the end of the mountains and rivers, you had to go through the day of the dynasty. Every breathing time is crucial for Chu Xiao... This is related to whether she can successfully survive the dynasty of the dynasty.

But at this moment, she had abandoned everything.

Perhaps she already knew the end of the disaster.

She didn't want to leave any regrets now... In the ice and snow coffin, there was a beautiful girl lying in her purple clothes no longer swaying, her hair no longer fluttered, she fell asleep in the coffin, alone as quiet as spring, with a faint smile on the corners of her lips.

But the frost and snow on the chest condensed into a withered flower, spreading out scarlet sadness.

Girl has not had much time left.

The murderous intent left by Baidi seemed to be immersed in the bone marrow... This is not only a murderous intent, but also some complex artistic conception of the great way. Chu Xiao studied the forbidden art of life and death. She knew very well that if a practitioner at the level of Baidi wanted to kill a person, then no one could pull him back from the underworld.

Baidi didn't want to kill Pei Yatou directly.

He wanted to "torture" her, let her suffer, and let the general's house suffer, and made countless attempts, and finally ended in failure, and then watched the withering of this life.

"Sword Cang" and an invisible vitality protected the girl's sea of ​​divine deity.

This is why Chu Xiao is still trying to inject vitality... The activity of the body is constantly decreasing, and the thinking in the Shenhai is still active. The girl he feels sorry for can still think and sense, but she cannot speak, nor can she manipulate any part of the body.

It's like a living dead person.

Baidi's Taoist realm was like a dense blade, blocking the blood in this young body... There was no way to completely clear it. These Taoist realms began to freeze. If the girl's body was "freezed to death", then the Daluo Jinxian came and there was no way to do anything.

This is the importance of "virility" to Pei Yatou now.

In the wind and snow, there was another umbrella that was held up.

A white umbrella looks like a little white flower.

The man holding an umbrella was not wearing a black dress, wearing a thin white shirt, and his face was a little pale, and he looked very consistent with the frost and snow of the Wind and Snow Field. This was Ning Yi's second time to come to the Wind and Snow Field.

When he first came, he sent away a very important person in his life.

Xu Zang.

The second time I came, there was a girl lying in the snow and snow restaurant.

He didn't want to send the girl away anymore.

He cannot lose Pei Lingsu.

"Senior...I'm late."

Ning Yi put away the snow with a "splash" and inserted it next to the red candle. Then he stood beside Chu Xiao. He gently raised a finger and hit his eyebrows. The dim golden light stripped out from the "new word scroll" between his eyebrows, replacing Chu Xiao's power and lingering in front of the ancient coffin.

It is like a fireflies in the wind and snow, flying around and appearing faintly.

Chu Xiao looked at Ning Yi. It had been fifteen days since that war. She knew what had happened. Ning Yi broke through the cage of Tianhailou and took the northern iron cavalry to "win" the battle.

"You're not too late... If someone dies, then it's too late."

Chu Xiao lowered his eyebrows and stood up. Her bones made an old pulling sound. The vitality returned along the same path along the flames flew out from the top of the red candle, and wisps of it merged into this petite body. The traces of the aging of the Lord of Zishan Mountain were wiped out in just a few breaths.

She stretched out her hands and wiped the corners of her eyes, as if she was smoothing wrinkles, and easily erased the traces of time... Over the past five hundred years, she has repeated this action countless times. Every time she will return to her teenage appearance, but this time, although her face has returned, her hair has not retreated.

Half of the frost white head shows that the mountain master's aging... is irreversible.

"I don't want to lose it anymore..." Ning Yi stood beside the mountain master. He looked at the ancient coffin of wind and snow, feeling lost, holding a pretended relaxed tone and smiled: "Last time Xu Zang lied to me, he jumped out of the coffin later, hoping that the girl would be the same this time."

Chu Xiao said softly: "She is almost dead."

Ning Yi's heart skipped a beat.

"Ten days, twenty days, one month?" Chu Xiao looked at Ning Yi and said calmly: "You have a lot of vitality, but it is useless. Even if I take my vitality, it is useless. She is different from Xu Zang... Xu Zang is walking a crazy sword path. Before burning all his life span, he left a path for himself. Xu Zang set out on the road voluntarily, and she was forced."

Chu Xiao repeated the girl's current physical condition with Ning Yiyuan.

The smile on Ning Yi's face froze after listening to it.

He nodded softly, and a difficult smile appeared on his face again.

"The sea of ​​gods is protected by the 'sword hiding' and 'life'... Isn't this a good thing?"

Chu Xiao looked at Ning Yi calmly with expressionless face.

Ning Yi continued.

"At least there is hope... right?"

"The situation is very bad now... I may have ten days, half a month, a month left... but at least, not now, right?"

His lips were already dry, but now he squeezed out a hard smile, which was even more bloodless, making him look very haggard. Under the heavy snow in the snow field, his shoulders and clothes were covered with snow, like a swaying frost grass.

"You know what you know in your heart, why bother asking me?"

Chu Xiao looked at Ning Yi.

She is not a person who can beat around the bush, nor is she a person who can make lies.

So she said this.

Ning Yi's face became paler. He slowly came to the ancient coffin and looked at the face of the woman covered with thin snow in the coffin. The girl was still smiling at him.

The sea of ​​gods was frozen.

So there are still thoughts... She can't see herself, can she hear her voice?

Ning Yi said softly: "I won't let you leave."

He stretched out a hand and gently placed it on the girl's palm. His whole body was cold, like a piece of ice, and the palm was also, without any temperature. Ning Yi held the white little hand hard.

It's like in a dream.

He said again: "I won't let you leave..."

Paused.

Ning Yi smiled and said, "You promised me too, you won't leave, so... give me some time."

I don't know if I can hear it.

But these words must be said, regardless of whether they can be heard or not.

After saying that, Ning Yi fell into silence.

He stood in front of the coffin, holding the cold palm, trying to make it warm. Balls of soft light, like the firefly light on the Pingding Mountain of Shushan, swaying and surrounding the two of them.

Ning Yi asked softly: "When you wake up, we will get married, okay?"

Chu Xiao was stunned.

She looked at the figure in white and suddenly felt sad and a little dazed.

Many years ago, I seemed to have heard familiar words.

The red umbrella inserted in the snow and snow field gently swayed, and the cloth surface was swaying.

A mellow voice rippled in Chu Xiao's mind.

"When I come back, we will get married, okay..."

It's been many years.

She has been waiting in Zishan for many years.

Chu Xiao looked at Ning Yi in a daze. The young man in white held the girl's palm tightly, as if he wanted to get some response... But the sea of ​​gods was frozen, and all he could wait for was silence.

The wind and snow whimper.

The girl was laughing.

Ning Yi bent down gently. This time, the lips were no longer warm but cold. He trembled his fingers, pinched the girl's face, and smiled and said, "I have had a very long dream. I have the chance to tell you."

No response, not at all.

Behind Ning Yi, a trance sound came amid the eyes of Ning Yi.
Chapter completed!