It's another early spring.

The tender yellow grass drilled out of the black soil, and the tall trees drew out the tender green branches and buds.

Qingniu Mountain seems to be covered with a layer of green clothes, and wild flowers are dotted everywhere, making the breath of spring more and more intense.

On the top of Qingniu Mountain and above the sea of ​​clouds, a tall figure stood gracefully, looking to the east with his hands behind his back.

As the rising sun slowly rose from the east, a rich golden light radiated around him.

It was not until the sun was over and the golden light faded away and was brought into the body.

Sometimes a breeze hit, blowing his long hair all over his head, shaking his robe, and the flowing clouds flew away, as if he would ride the wind and ride away at any time, and his graceful posture was like a fairy.

Suddenly the man raised his hand and a golden light rolled up a dead branch and fell into his palm.

He used dead trees instead of swords, with swords at his hands, hands at his body, and mind at his will. When his mind moves, a silent spring rain has already come out, and a rain of light shines towards a bluestone in the distance.

The bluestone suddenly appeared dense holes, and then a piece of tender bud grew out and then grew rapidly, swelling through the bluestone, and in a blink of an eye it became trees several meters tall.

The sword move changed, and the last move of the Four Seasons Sword Technique, the Frozen Envoy of the Thousand Miles came out.

The sword slid flat, and dozens of snowflakes flew towards the trees. In the moment they came into contact with the trees, white frost suddenly appeared on the surface of the trees. In just a blink of an eye, more than a dozen trees became ice trees, crystal clear, and the water vapor around condensed into water mist in front of the ice trees, forming a small ice forest, white and beautiful, with cold mist surrounding it, like a dream.

A set of swordsmanship was about to end, and the man fell gently on the ground like a butterfly, without causing any dust to rise.

After looking at the ice forest, the man nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand and shot the dead wood in his palm into an ice tree.

With a crisp click, a crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the ice tree, and then exploded with a bang. The other ice trees were affected and exploded one after another.

In an instant, the ice trees and forests disappeared, leaving only the ground full of ice and snow.

The man carried his hands on his back and turned away, and a gentle boy's face also appeared.

The boy picked up firewood in the mountains while walking.

The young man was very picky in picking up firewood. Although they were all dead trees, the dead trees he picked were smooth on the surface. If you smell it carefully, there would be a faint fragrance lingering.

After picking up all the firewood, the young man walked towards the mountains.

After walking along the path for about a cup of tea, the boy came to a bamboo wooden house and shouted: "Junior brother, have you done it?"

"Okay, okay." A thick sound of bells and drums sounded, and then a strong man with an extremely tall figure rushed out.

The strong man is eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and square mouth, and a heroic look. He holds a basin with his left hand, which contains three pickled chickens and a large basin with his right hand, which contains a bunch of things, including shrimp, diced meat, mushrooms, etc.

The strong man expressed his dissatisfaction in words: "Senior Brother, you came back too late today. When will you be able to eat it?"

"I've packed all the chickens, you can make it quickly."

The boy smiled and said, "Okay, do it, do it."

As he said that, he put down the firewood, walked to the stove beside him, lit the fire, heated the pan, poured in oil, and after the oil smoked, he started stir-frying shrimp, diced meat, mushrooms, and bamboo shoots.

The boy looked at the pot carefully, with a faint green light lingering in his eyes. But when he saw that the spiritual energy in the pot gradually became rich, he turned off the heat and divided the stir-fried vegetables into three parts and put them into the pickled chicken belly.

Then apply a layer of oil on the outside of the chicken, wrap it with large leaves, wrap it with a layer of mud on the outside, and then buried it underneath.

After covering the soil layer about a finger deep, the young man pressed the firewood he picked up on it and called out a strong man, "Young brother, light the fire."

The strong man has long been very familiar with this process.

The strong man pinched the seal and pressed his index finger with his thumb. Then he saw a flame ignited on his index finger. With a light bounce, the flame shot out and hit the firewood instantly, and the firewood immediately burned violently.

The boy next to him saw the flames burning vigorously and told him: "Don't be too big, look at it, I'll make a few more dishes, and the master will come back today."

"Master is back today? Why don't I know? Master is just biased and tells you everything, never tells me." The strong man fiddled with firewood with his hands and said dissatisfied.

The young man smiled and said, "Who told me to be your second senior brother? If you don't tell me this senior brother, do you still want to tell you this junior brother?"

"You... Forget it, I won't say anything, I can't say anything."

"But, senior brother, why did the master leave for so long this time, almost half a year, and the senior sister disappeared two years ago. The master likes you. When the master comes back, you ask, what are they doing? It's mysterious and we don't even tell us two apprentices."

When the boy heard this, a look of worry appeared in his eyes. Since a stranger came to the mountain a few years ago, the master has been out frequently, and when he came back, his face became more and more worried.

He once asked what was going on, but the master just said that it would be useless to tell him, so that he could practice well.

After the master said this, he couldn't ask any more, but he had a vague premonition.

It seemed that his premonition had come true. Half a year ago, the master suddenly left without even saying hello, leaving only a jade slip for the sound.

The jade slip does not explain the reason why the master left, but still asks them to practice well.

He felt more and more uneasy. In order not to worry about him and his junior brother, the master would explain to them first every time he left and scold them for practicing for a long time before leaving.

But what happened last time? He actually asked the master to leave without even calling him?

Seeing that the young man didn't reply, the strong man shouted: "Senior Brother, I'm talking to you."

"Ah? What?" The young man's mind gradually drifted away, and he could not hear the strong man clearly.

"I said, when the master comes back, ask him what he and his senior sister have done? Why don't we tell us?"

"Oh." The boy responded absent-mindedly.

Seeing that the boy looked wrong, the strong man couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, this master is coming back. Why are you still absent-minded? If you see it, you must teach you a lesson."

As soon as the strong man finished speaking, a wind suddenly came from the mountains.

The next moment, a figure appeared in front of the two of them.

In front of me was a middle-aged man, thin, his eyes seemed to accommodate thousands of stars, and his body was filled with an indescribable mysterious temperament, which was the master they mentioned.

The two of them were slightly surprised, and then their faces appeared happily and said loudly: "Master."

But then, the young man's face changed and he said in surprise: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!