The heavy snow in the north has always been bitter, and although it is majestic, it is empty and desolate.
Especially after leaving the Cold Iron Pass, what you see is a frozen state. Even if it is not as steep as the Ice Rift Valley, it is bitter and cold enough.
However, no matter how bitter the wind and snow are, they seem to be unable to invade Jun Han's bones. No matter how cruel the white-haired wind outside the country is, Jun Han can still walk out of the thick snow as tall as ever.
His robe was blown in the strong wind and snow. He paused a little in front of the boundary monument and picked up a handful of cold white snow on the top of the monument, held it in his palm, and kneaded it and scattered it.
It's not an illusion, the snow here is getting colder and colder.
In fact, it's not just the snow here.
The things that were gradually out of control in the north poured the chill into the south, and were already on the verge of imbalance.
Jun Han put on the hood of the cloak and continued to move forward.
From this, we went north and took the path of Beishan Kingdom in the past. Even after nearly fifty years, the coldness here is still not accessible to ordinary people. Although it is dangerous, it is convenient to avoid the nomadic peoples that are not in harmony with the Central Plains.
If you remember well, you can cross a cold pond in front of you that is not frozen, and there is a tavern opened by Xueling in the northern yard in the courtyard where the fertile plums are planted on the other side, which is also an inn called Houxue Tower. It is a radius of hundreds of miles. This is the only one.
Those who are monsters have nothing else, but their lifespan is unique. Even if they stay on the edge, they can see the vicissitudes of life.
Mortals love to add experience, because their life span is only a few decades long, but the demons are different. Anyone who attains enlightenment can start in a hundred years at least. The longer they live, the more changes they see, the more they see, the more they look, the more they look, but in fact they are empty-handed, and they dare not look back on the past memories. If you think about it carefully, you will feel bitter.
Time may not necessarily underestimate everything. If it is too long, sweetness will also cause suffering.
This tavern in the wind and snow was much longer than the one on the other end of the Ice Rift Valley. It was seated here when Beishan Jun first visited the mortal world.
The owner of this tavern chose to stay at the border between the Central Plains and the North in order to follow Beishanjun, but now, he doesn't know why he is here.
Perhaps it was because I saw too many things here and I saw enough ups and downs, as if I had witnessed a cycle of reincarnation, and finally it also brought a little nostalgic feeling in my heart.
The wind and snow this year came very early. The withered plums in the front yard were stained with the cold breath from the northern border and fell into flower buds early. After another two days of cold wind, they would probably bloom.
This tavern has been squatting in the snow for more than two hundred years. When Beishan Kingdom still exists, it is often full of guests. Now that the wind and rain are gone, there is only one shopkeeper left.
The snow spirit is only found in the northern border, and is born under the snow, and survives by the snow. There is no other request except snow. Therefore, this tavern stayed alone for the past fifty years without any decline.
An ice bell hung at the door outside the house. Faced with the strong wind in the cold snow, Xue Ling, who was alone in the tavern, sat at the table by the window as usual, staring at Bai Xue.
There was a "ding dong" sound outside the door, but this time it was the door that hit.
I haven't heard the sound of this guest for a long time. Xue Ling was still confused for a moment, as if she was hearing hallucinations.
It was not until a figure really walked to the counter that he was shocked to come back to his senses.
The guest who came dusted the snow falling from his shoulders, lifted the hood of his cloak, revealing his white hair.
"Shopkeeper?" Jun Han looked at the window with wind and snow, and accurately glanced at the person sitting under the window.
Xue Ling was stunned for a moment before getting up and walking over.
"Long time no see."
Jun Han smiled lightly, sighed, and said, "Have you been long?"
Xue Ling also had a smile on her white face, "It's been a long time."
The last time Jun Han came, it was about thirty years ago.
"You're the only one?" Xue Ling asked again.
Jun Han chuckled, put a spirit bead with blue ice on the table, and said, "There is no trace of people here, so you probably can't use money or anything."
Xue Ling didn't rush to pick up the spirit bead, but first pushed over a key with a talisman-shaped look, "It's still the same room."
Jun Han took the key and turned around and walked up the stairs.
"After walking for a long time, you have to replenish some physical strength. What do you want?"
Jun Han didn't stop, "assist."
Behind the door opened by the key of this talisman is a house like an ice cellar.
What is hidden in this room is the spiritual breath of looking at the abyss.
As early as Jun Han had just escaped from Xuntian, he had stayed in this room once. If it weren't for the biting cold breath of skin, he would probably not have lived today.
But this room was originally prepared for his father Beishan Jun.
It is because Beishan Jun was born in Wangyouyuan, and his body was full of ice springs and was pure. The pure power is very powerful, but his adaptability is very weak, so Beishan Jun always comes to this ice cellar room regularly to adjust his spiritual breath.
Maybe it hasn't been used for many years. The mortal world has no breath of Beishanjun, and the spiritual aggregate here is supported by the snow spirit alone. The longer the time, the thinner the spiritual breath left by Beishanjun, the more cramped he becomes. Now, he can hardly step out of the threshold.
Jun Han relieved the dull cloak on his body, gently swept the bitter and cold decorations in the room, and then lay on the ice couch.
The ice fog and smoky eyes were seen, and the coldness here was even better than the ice and snow outside the house. Jun Han actually didn't like this cold feeling, and he couldn't understand why his father had this hobby.
"Shaojun?" Xue Ling knocked outside.
Jun Han was closing his eyes to rest, "Come in."
Xue Ling carried an ice-carved wine jar and entered the house, and poured wine for Jun Han.
"This wine is made with my spiritual power and is good for you."
Jun Han sat up and took the glass of wine that was cooler than snow from his hand. He shook it, and the light and shadow in the glass flowed in his eyes. He thought for a little, and said, "Do you think of me as him?"
Xue Ling didn't agree, but she still held the crystal clear wine jar in her hand, "Your spiritual power is inherited from him, and what is useful to him is also useful to you."
Jun Han smiled and drank the mellow liquid in the bowl. It was as cold as ice water when he entered his mouth. After a moment, he felt the mellow and warmth, like a clear spring carrying fragrance across his throat.
After drinking this wine, the spiritual power in his body calmed down his turmoil and gradually sank into peace.
Jun Han hasn't experienced this kind of calm for a long time.
Xue Ling looked at the ring of his right index finger, his eyes slightly dimmed, and asked, "Are you wearing this all the time?"
Jun Han also glanced at the ring, "Yes."
Xue Ling poured him another cup, "It's so difficult to control?"
Jun Han smiled a little tiredly and sighed: "It's not difficult, I just want to save some effort."
Xue Ling put the wine jar aside, turned his fingertips around, and raised an ice pier. He sat down next to the couch with his robe and said that he would have a long conversation with Jun Han.
"I remember when you came out of the North last time, you were really full of resentment. You never want to go back in your life, right?"
Jun Han drank another glass of wine, "If I had no choice, I really didn't want to go back."
This time, Xue Ling's face calmed down, "Is this matter very troublesome?"
Jun Han put down his wine glass and sat down. He rarely hung the true meaning in his heart on the tip of his eyebrows, but he felt sad. However, after he was worried, he didn't know what he was worried about.
"You are tired." Xue Ling didn't wait for him to answer.
Jun Han smiled reluctantly, "I am also a living creature, so it's nothing strange to be tired occasionally."
Xue Ling paused for a moment, lowered her eyes, and looked at the distant past through the ice-clear ground. "The first time I saw such a look on his face was on the lonely platform..."
"I'm different from him." Jun Han didn't wait for him to finish speaking.
“Naturally different.”
Jun Han closed his eyes and smiled, and he was really tired.
Xue Ling stood up and gently pressed his forehead with one hand.
Jun Han opened his eyes again, and his long eyelashes covered his peri-colored pupils with a bit of mist.
Xue Ling looked at him for a long time, but he looked at him in his eyes, but he was staring at another person.
"have a good rest."
Jun Han closed his eyes and did not speak again.
The sound of Xue Ling leaving the house and closing the door came from his ears, and the ice cellar finally fell back to a steady silence.
The sleepiness could finally flow into his mind without any obstruction. The ice wine he was drinking also flowed warmly in his body, removing the tingling coolness that he had just entered his mouth, making it so warm that it was comfortable.
After a long time, he finally fell asleep.
I haven't been able to sleep so peacefully for many years.
However, in the cold situation, he always dreamed. When Jun Han fell asleep, he recalled a long-standing incident when he was not careful.
Maybe he was also driven by the snow and ice.
In the first year when he left Xuntian, the hundreds of immortal sects were like seeing a hare hunting dog. The wanted orders were spread all over the sky. Even ordinary people in the martial arts world wanted to mention his head and ask for a pamper from the immortal sect.
Even the extremely evil Tiansha Guxing is treated like this.
Helpless, who made his father the North Mountain Tianlang Demon King who was scared to the core...
While avoiding the pursuit of the Immortal Sect, Jun Han was suffering from the destruction of demons in the ghost markets everywhere. If it weren't for the fact that he had always gritted his teeth and pulled a trace of obsession, probably Jun Han would have returned to the west as early as that time.
At that time, the Central Plains became Jun Han's hell, so Jun Han could only try his best to go north and take a glimmer of hope.
But it is really not easy.
Jun Han hid in the black market of mountains and forests, but he didn't expect that a monster with the will of "abandoning darkness and turning to light" betrayed his whereabouts.
At that time, it was already on the edge of the northern border, and the pursuers of the Immortal Sect were approaching the border overwhelmingly. It happened that snow was flying all over the sky. When the sky was drooling, the group of immortal sword shadows actually had the meaning of hell demon soldiers.
Even the strongest will of a person will always have a time of despair.
Jun Han was chased by them all the way, and fell into the ice field with bruises and blurred vision, and no matter which direction he looked, there was a layer of mist.
The blood all over his body was rushing to the wind and snow, and in a vague way, the immortal gate had already set up a killing sword formation in the air.
They couldn't find his specific trace and had no time to work hard on this matter, so they just came to catch them all in one go, covering the radius of several miles, and being able to catch him horizontally and vertically.
In this case, it is really difficult for anyone to maintain a firm desire to survive.
Jun Han also accepted his fate - anyway, the Immortal Sect is his death disaster, and he can escape today and cannot avoid the future. As long as he is still alive, the Immortal Sect will not give up.
In other words, as long as there is an immortal sect, he will not be able to survive in this world.
The murderous intent in the sky was about to emerge, and Jun Han closed his eyes deeply and waited silently for death to finally arrive.
"Yunzejun!"
A sudden sound suddenly came into Jun Han's ears. He subconsciously opened his eyes and happened to see a black shadow sword passing by above him.
Only Kongtong, who has seen the immortal sect throughout the Central Plains, is wearing black clothes.
The man was Yi Yuanguang, but he seemed to have not noticed Jun Han's existence, and he only walked lightly above the ice rock where Jun Han was hiding.
But his sword-controlled position is very low.
Jun Han looked at his back and couldn't help but laugh - Does this guy have to wait for him to shout before he can notice his existence?
But thinking that a talisman made of spiritual silk floated into Jun Han’s arms in the wind and snow.
This is……
Jun Han was suspicious, and his body suddenly fell, and flowers suddenly flew in front of him. He was dizzy and his spiritual consciousness was distracted.
Yi Yuanguang turned around in a daze before being caught by Li Hansheng and floated up again.
"Why are you running around?" Li Hansheng roared with his ears.
"I went in the wrong direction..." Yi Yuanguang said aggrievedly.
"Don't lose your chain at this time."
Chapter completed!