Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 137

The small town outside the Xuanshuangzong has existed for as long as the Xuanshuangzong.

The town was just a few small black stone houses at first, but after a long time, it turned into a snowy street, and then a small town behind it.

Later, there were more and more people, and there were more and more similar black stone houses, so there were eight small towns on the snow line.

Beiyuan is no longer the Beiyuan of the past. It is the Beiyuan with only glaciers and snow flows. Even the land is covered under the thick ice layer, and the old greenery and vitality are no longer seen.

There are not only practitioners in the small town, but also mortals without cultivation. Some of them have lived here for generations since the formation was completed, and some of them have come to Beiyuan from the outside world one after another.

There are also people who never leave.

No one knows why they choose to stay in such a place where life is so scarce, just as no one knows why some people have gone through all kinds of hardships to come to Beiyuan, or return to this abandoned place where people live extremely painfully land.

The town where Baiweilou is located is called Gushan Town, and the snowy street it is located in is called Liushui Street.

It is called Gushan Town because the place where the town is located used to be a very tall mountain. It is the only mountain within a hundred miles, so it is naturally very lonely.

The same is true for Liushui Street. Before the ice, snow and wind came, there was a very long river under the ice cap, which seemed to have no end.

It started from the top of the lonely mountain, rolled away from north to south, and went deep into the hinterland of the human race several times.

After the snowstorm came, Changhe did not fall into a deep sleep.

It just hides a part of itself, where no living creature can set foot.

The part of it that crosses the snow line, after thousands of years, is still magnificent and flowing.

Just separated by a line, this end of the line is the loneliness of thousands of years, and the other end of the line has witnessed the eternal prosperity on both sides of the river bank.

Its name is Luoshui.

Of course, the current town has neither mountains nor water, and when viewed from a high altitude, it is simple and clear to the extreme, black and white.

The blizzard raging in the small town usually only calms down in the afternoon, and that is also the time when most of the townspeople in the small town start to go out to work, and when the snowstorm returns at dusk, they will return home.

It's still some time before noon, and seeing the figure staggering forward in the wind and snow outside the window, the woman in the dark gold and blue pine flower robe finally couldn't help getting up and leaving the warm stove, struggling walked to the door.

The heavy stone door was pushed open a small opening, which just happened to allow one person to pass through.

"Xiao Guang, we can go further!" Yu Zui waved his hand at the white-haired boy and shouted, "Come to my place to rest first!"

The white-haired boy paused slightly, raised his eyes and looked sideways forward.

Because he had to walk in the wind and snow, he had to mobilize the spirit energy in his body to protect his body, but in the snow under his feet, there was always an inexplicable existence that would continuously absorb the inspiration on the ground.

The spiritual energy in the white-haired boy's body passed extremely fast, no matter how thick and deep the spiritual energy was, it could not withstand the long-term impact of the blizzard.

There were already many densely packed small rips in the snow-white brocade clothes on his body, and the wide sleeves and flowing hem were cut into rags of different sizes by the extremely sharp wind blades.

Bian Qi blinked, fine snowflakes slipped from his eyelashes.

He shook his head at the beautiful woman in a thick blue pine flower robe, and said word by word: "Thank you for your kindness, Auntie Zui, but Liu Guang has very important matters right now."

"How important is it?" Yu Zui hid half of his body behind the stone gate, tightened the thick robe around his body, stuffed his hands into the armholes, and covered his exposed chin and neck with the thick sleeves.

Bian Qi was taken aback, and said, "It's very important."

In a daze, ice beads the size of candy cubes from the shops of blind men and dumb women mixed with the snow wind passed through the fragile aura barrier and fell on his head, face, and body, melting away. Slices of pale pink water.

"But you're all hurt."

Yu Zui looked at him carefully through the wind and snow that he couldn't see clearly, his brows couldn't help but frown, a little ripple appeared on his face.

"How important can it be?" Her expression was full of disapproval, "Is it more important than yourself?"

The white-haired boy didn't stop walking while speaking, but when he heard the words, he stopped in silence and said: "It's not enough to be the way."

It is indeed not worth mentioning.

Compared with the sharp thorns engraved on his heart in the morning, the wind and snow on the lonely mountain became nothing worth mentioning.

The young man who is still young and has little experience really can't understand and can't accept that the little girl who he has taken care of for four years, who is always looking forward to the little girl who can wake up smoothly, will treat him so coldly and mercilessly.

His sister—denies his existence.

She said he was a liar.

He is a robber.

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The white-haired boy with a panicked expression in front of him reminded Sheng Yu of some long-term memories of the past.

She felt like she had slept for a long, long time. Since she woke up, her whole body was in pain, and her head was still hurting badly.

There were so many things that became blurred in her mind, and the harder she tried to recall, the more painful it became.

Sheng Wei looked blankly at her short hands and feet, and her slightly ruddy complexion, and she began to have deep doubts about how old she was.

Four years old, or five years old?
Seems like something is not right.

Coupled with the completely unfamiliar scenery around her, she couldn't confirm where she was taken again, or returned to a time she didn't know.

But subconsciously, there is always a voice telling her that she has a unique, best and most perfect sister, Ai Luoluo who loves her the most in the world.

Whenever and wherever she is, her older sister will come to her and lead her to a place of peace.

Today is the fourth day she has woken up, or regained consciousness.

On the first day, her sister did not come.

The one who came was a white-haired boy who claimed to be his elder brother. He was very beautiful, his hair was like clouds, his eyes were like snow, and there was a little red flame between his brows, like fire kapok blooming in the white and flawless snow.

He is too beautiful and delicate, so beautiful that Sheng Yu doubts it. She has always known that she was not born with unparalleled beauty.

But the boy's eyes are very similar to his own. They are as clean as a mirror, which can clearly reflect the skylight at the top of the clouds and the evening light of the moon at night. This makes the little girl who can't remember many things very confused. .

She couldn't remember if there was really another brother in the family.

Then she smelled the familiar, disgusting smell outside the house again.

Those sub-smells seem to be a little bit similar to the person in front of him.

For a moment, Sheng Yu thought of another white figure that was a little taller when he just woke up a moment ago.

There seemed to be more similarities between the eyebrows and eyes of the two, far more similar than hers.

The disgust of that smell engraved in her bones and blood made her angry for no reason.

Ai Luoluo said, if there is something that she hates, doesn't like, or feels painful, then it must not be good for her.

Such a sentence suddenly popped up in Sheng Yu's mind.

So, she subconsciously spoke to the white-haired boy in front of her, with a soft voice, as light as a feather touching the tip of grass.

"fraud."

"You are a liar."

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Sheng Kui watched the young man froze under his chastisement, turned around obediently and went out the door with slow and heavy steps.

For some reason, she couldn't bear it, but she still didn't ask him to stop and let him come back.

Ai Luoluo said that before the situation is clear, no matter what time, you can't soften your heart. Once your heart softens, you will only suffer.

The thing you care about is the biggest weakness of a person, which must be hidden so that it cannot be discovered.

A little flaw is enough to make people fall into a place of eternal doom.

She has already experienced all these.

But when the person with a disgusting aura came to him with another person who made him even more afraid, Sheng Qi began to regret letting the boy go.

In the face of strong enough oppression, she really couldn't restrain the fear in her heart, let alone suppress the deep shadows glowing with blood in the depths of her memory.

Layer upon layer, densely packed, shadow and shadow go hand in hand, inseparable.

When that hand stretched out towards him, the sense of threat and oppression finally reached an indescribable peak.

Ai Luoluo said that if you are afraid, you must face it bravely, and don't be afraid of getting hurt or suffering.

Far more is lost by avoiding fear than the moment of self-delusional peace gained by avoiding it.

It is a kind of incomparably precious wealth called blood and courage that everyone is born with. Every time I take a step back, they will be silently reduced by one point.

Until there was no sound, he became docile and speechless.

become less like myself.

Thousands of people are the same, thousands of faces are of one heart.

Sheng Yu was very afraid that he would become like that.

The unique Ai Luoluo loves her because she is also the unique Sheng Qi.

They are very special and irreplaceable to each other.

They are just themselves, not silent stones in other rules and regulations, nor birds in exquisite golden cages for people to watch.

If she is no longer unique, will the best and best Ai Luoluo still love her?

She was frightened, and there was nothing in the world that frightened her more than this.

"I will listen to you and be a brave boy until you come for me."

Sheng Yan said this to himself in his heart.

No matter how frightened, frightened, and disturbed, she will not shed tears.

But it hurts, really hurts.

She doesn't want any more pain.

So, she said, "Ai Luoluo."

"You have to come quickly."

"Before I leave you again, we will definitely meet again."

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The young king, who was sitting on the resplendent throne, stood up after seeing the girl in red hovering over his palace.

He had an incomparably gentle face. He was dressed in plain clothes without a crown, and he looked without the power that a king should have. He only made people feel very kind. The throne constructed by a ray of brilliance formed a sharp and strong contrast.

He just looks like a boy, not really a boy.

He doesn't need any extra crowns, the sky above his head is a star array that circulates endlessly in the nine heavens, it is the most perfect king's crown for him, and every ever-bright star is the most dazzling on it jewelry.

At his feet is a tree.

A tree that is so incredible that it runs through the entire world.

Tens of thousands of branches extending everywhere support the entire world under the feet of the young king, and tens of thousands of creatures inhabit this piece of land protected by him and the morning star.

The roots of the giant tree go deep into the ground, and below that is a world of shadows that people can't see clearly from a distance.

This makes people wonder whether it is this incredible tree that supports this world, or the vast and boundless land of this world that supports the huge tree that looks extremely extraordinary.

Or, this big tree is the world itself?

This is Qifengtian.

The young king, he is the king of spirits.

He looked at the expressionless black-haired girl, and said in a gentle voice, "Son of another world, why did you come to Luo's palace again?"

"I'm here to find someone." The black-haired girl lowered her head slightly, her brows and eyes were colder than the frost of severe winter.

It was a coldness that could not be concealed by the scorching red clothes, and a coldness that could not be melted by even soft eyebrows.

The young king's voice was still gentle, and he said slowly: "There is no one you are looking for here."

The posture of looking up at people's faces seemed to make him feel uncomfortable, so he paused.

"Letting a guest stand and talk doesn't seem to be very in line with the etiquette of hospitality, especially for a special and honored guest."

"Why don't you come down?" The young king asked the son of another world tentatively.

The black-haired girl shook her head and calmly replied, "I won't go down, but you can come up."

The girl quietly rolled her eyes in her heart, thinking she was stupid, she wasn't really here to be a guest, whoever came to do something would step into other people's home turf!

"Hey, well, it's really a pity that we lost the opportunity to sit down and have a cup of tea and have a good conversation."

The young king let out a helpless sigh, but he also did not move, his feet firmly rooted on the big tree underground.

The parasol tree is the habitat of the phoenix, and it is also his greatest reliance.

The young king also felt that he was not stupid. He would leave the land where he had the most advantage when he saw others come to make trouble.

The black-haired girl's voice was still indifferent: "Drink tea, no need."

"Talk, yes."

The girl's last words fell into the ears of the young king, and half of the pressure in his body disappeared immediately.

Facing the son of another world whose strength is unknown, he did not dare to take it lightly, and could only be cautious.

"Talk, you can talk."

"Son of another world, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"This really doesn't work."

The young king frowned, and refuted with the black-haired girl looking down at him again.

Girls are always on top.

As if she was the one and only king.

(End of this chapter)