Bai Shu is always in a state of voluntary action. He prefers to think of old love. Not only that, he will remember anyone who is kind to him bit by bit.

So at this moment, Bai Shu suddenly began to think about Miao Li's good news. If Miao Li didn't find someone to send Bai Shu to Yanbei this time, Bai Shu might never understand the truth that Canglang told him just now.

Bai Shu still remembers the first time he saw Miao Li, Miao Li was eating without saying a word, but suddenly added a pair of bowls and chopsticks to Bai Shu, while Bai Shu served Miao Li a bowl of soup.

Since then, Bai Shu’s path has been carefully arranged by Miao Li, to refine his body, go to Taixu, and then to Yanbei.

Bai Shu was so confused at that time. He had just come out of the village and he didn't know anything. Ling Wen'er had never told Bai Shu about many things. She only said that Bai Shu would go to Yanjing to find Miao Li.

If Miao Li had not taken in Bai Shu, Bai Shu would not know where in the world he would live a dark life.

After a moment of dazed, rustling footsteps came from around Bai Shu and Canglang, densely and quickly.

"Don't move, a wolf is coming." Bai Shu saw Canglang listening in a slanted ear and quickly reminded him.

The banks of the river are densely filled with wolves, a large area of ​​gray, just like the gray sky above Bai Shu's head.

A faint fishy smell drifted from both sides of the river.

Bai Shu slowly approached Canglang, his sword was still there.

The wolves on both sides of the river were extremely patient and paced slowly, staring at Bai Shu with green eyes, making Bai Shu feel creepy.

It’s not that Bai Shu has seen a wolf, he has never seen a wolf with such a big skeleton but so thin, let alone a pack of wolves composed of so many hungry wolves.

Bai Shu walked to Canglang's side, picked up Canglang's spear, and handed it into his hand. Then Bai Shu picked up Xingyun and held it in his hand.

He and Canglang were back to their backs, facing the wolves on both sides of the strait.

Sometimes fate is so wonderful. An enemy who was still alive and dead in the previous moment can become a friend who was standing shoulder to shoulder with the enemy at the next moment.

Only the same type of people can do this, namely people like Bai Shu and Canglang, or Wu Shaobai and Chen Ci.

Wu Shaobai's name is a bit different. The other three people have two characters, and only Wu Shaobai has three characters.

Bai Shu prefers to call him Shaobai. The name is like a thing, the three characters have a more tone and the two characters have more power.

"I'll help you watch the back. You don't have to look back, you can kill as much as you can!" Canglang's voice interrupted Bai Shu's thoughts. Bai Shu always likes to think randomly.

Bai Shu nodded, clumsyly holding the sword with his left hand. If his right hand was intact, he could just imitate the two or three points of Bai Fangyun's wordless sword, and he might be able to kill dozens of wolves in one go. Unfortunately, his right hand is ruined now, and he doesn't understand this sword deeply, and he may not be able to learn it in his life.

Bai Shu is the best person to learn in Taoism, and he feels deep regret that he cannot learn this sword.

At this moment, Bai Shu and Canglang were still confronting the wolves, with only the sound of flowing water and the low whimpering of the cold wind.

An animal like wolf is the most cunning. If you don’t move, he always thinks you are cheating and sets up a trap in front of you.

Bai Shu once heard that sometimes when he encounters a wolf in the mountains, as long as he draws a few circles under his feet, the wolf will be suspicious and dare not come forward, because it is afraid that the circle will be a lasso trap.

But now Bai Shu is in the wasteland. In the north, he never puts a trap on a wolf. Steppenwolf is even more fierce than ordinary wolves. They want meat but don’t live.

Because there is still a way to survive if you want meat, there is no way to survive if you don’t want meat.

At some point when the cold wind suddenly roared and rolled up a wave of sand with snowflakes, the wolves on both sides of the river rushed up at the same time, without the wolf howl or any warning. They just launched an attack in a tacit understanding.

The river channel downstream should be slightly wider. Bai Shu and Canglang stood in the middle of the river. The wolves had to jump into the river that had not reached their chin and then sprint for a few steps before they could meet Bai Shu and Canglang.

Some wolves ran fast, and in an instant, even the sides of the two were covered.

Bai Shu had a strong smell of blood on his body, and he was even more cared for by the wolves. Fortunately, Bai Shuxu was extremely hard-working, and the sword spirit in his body was extremely full. Even if the wolf bit Bai Shu for a while, he could not really hurt Bai Shu.

Although there were more wolves on Canglang than Bai Shu’s side, his situation was not very optimistic. Canglang did not have such a defensive Taoist method as Xu Jizhan, and his eyes became blind again. Although he was dancing with a spear, he still couldn’t help but be bitten from time to time and tore off a piece of meat.

A wolf bit Canglang's ribs and did not let go. Canglang clamped it with his arm, and all the ribs that were clamped were broken and his intestines were squeezed out.

The blood further aroused the animal nature of the wolf pack, and wolves rushed forward desperately.

Bai Shu was not using the sword in his left hand, so he simply threw the sword away, carried it with Xujibian, and pasted a mountain character on Canglang.

A light green light flashed, and Canglang suddenly became much better. He didn't say a word, but he waved his spear faster. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that the mountain characters were still useful and kill as many wolves as possible.

After Bai Shu abandoned the sword, he used the Tianxin Palm and took one palm. Even these steppet wolf copper-headed and iron bones could be smashed.

After Bai Shu changed his palms, his efficiency in killing wolves was greatly improved. After a while, the entire river was covered with red blood, which had reached the point where blood flowed into a river.

Canglang was also exhausted and was breathing heavily.

At this time, these fearless wolves suddenly slowly retreated and ran away in a few breaths.

No wolf could resist Bai Shu's killing method, and he could not bite it. He died after being slaughtered. When he arrived at the back, these wolves could not run away.

After the wolves scattered, Canglang fell to the ground and sat in the water. His body began to tremble all over.

Bai Shu and Canglang had been soaking in the cold water for a long time, and snowflakes were still floating in the sky, blowing the cold wind. Bai Shu was also shaking at this moment. Even if he kept wandering his whole body with his spiritual energy, he still felt cold.

Not long after, Canglang stood up, went ashore with a gun without saying a word, ready to leave.

For some reason, he didn't want to kill Bai Shu anymore.

"Hey, Canglang!" Bai Shu stopped him.

Canglang's figure paused and he stopped.

"My name is Bai Shu!" Bai Shu introduced himself.

Canglang whispered and said, "I remember!"

After he said that, he took another step, but Bai Shu shouted at him: "Where can I find you? I want to heal your eyes!"

Bai Shu said he would do his best. He said that if he wanted to cure Canglang's eyes, he would definitely do it, regardless of whether Canglang needed it or not.

Canglang kept walking, but suddenly felt a little warm in his heart. He was not angry at all because Bai Shu's character of the sun ruined his eyes.

"I will go to find you if you have the chance, but you will definitely not be able to find me!" Canglang finally answered Bai Shu.

Canglang was very glad that his eyes and Bai Shu's hands made both him and Bai Shu survive.

He doesn't want to die, nor does he want Bai Shu to die. People still have hope in life. If they die, there will be nothing left.

Bai Shu stood there blankly, looking at Canglang's lonely back, and disappeared into the snow and in the depths of the wasteland.

He picked up the sword, put his clothes under his armpits, and walked towards the village of Sanchuang.

The sky finally dawned. Yanbei was not only suffering for a long time, but also night and dawn were so long.

Mr. Chai had already brought people back to the village, and they did not even bring back the food on the other side of the river in one trip.

A few people died, but this did not affect everyone's mood, because more of those strangers died, almost all of them died.

This has fulfilled the long-cherished wish. People like Wei Zian's breathing has become more relaxed.

Mr. Chai was leaning against the door in his clothes, smoking a dry cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked at the heavier snow. He had already thought in his mind how good life would be in the deep winter this year.

It’s great that no one will starve to death this winter!

Since they came back, no one has ever asked Bai Shu, but they are all thinking about Bai Shu's goodness in their hearts.

The ravines that Bai Shu cut through with his sword were there. Even if it was in trouble, no one would fill the ditch. They would rather walk around the ditch.

"Grandpa Chai, where is Bai Shu?" Wei Ping'er walked to Old Chai and gently shook Old Chai's arm. She still remembered Bai Shu's. Wei Ping'er had already repaired the green clothes for Bai Shu, but even if it was repaired, Wei Ping'er still couldn't understand. Just a piece of clothing, how could it be so important?

But there are really not many people like Bai Shu who always think of old love and even think of a piece of clothing.

Mr. Chai obviously understood this point. There were very few people like Bai Shu. Not to mention that they died, even if they had contacted him, it would be a pity.

Old Chai coughed and vomited a cigarette, and said slowly: "I heard from those people that Bai Shu must be dead."

In the hearts of those strange spirits, Canglang took action himself, and Bai Shu could not have a way out. Old Chai also knew that there were indeed a few masters among those strange spirits. If Bai Shu had not died, he would have come back long ago.

I'm afraid there is Bai Shu's part in the flesh and blood.

The corpses were buried by Mr. Chai, so he ordered people to dig a pit on the spot. Yanbei had no ancestral tombs and did not develop Feng Shui. As long as they were buried in the soil, they would do it.

"He is so powerful. If he helps you win a battle, he shouldn't die, right?" Wei Ping'er still had some extravagance. Bai Shu ate two cakes in her house. If he died so soon, it would be a pity. She had nowhere to return the inexplicable clothes.

"Don't ask if this is the case in the future." Old Chai touched Wei Ping'er's braid, and the girl's eyebrows were so cute.

After Wei Ping'er's mother died, she tied her braid and ran staggeringly, and asked about the same thing as Che Lao.

Wei Ping'er does not need comfort, and the whole Yanbei does not need comfort, but Bai Shu is their biggest comfort this year. Only at this time can they be sure that some people care and some people comfort them, which is indeed excellent.

Wei Ping'er followed Mr. Chai into the house. The fire was burning in the room. Water was sitting on the pot, and the cut vegetables were ready to be put into the pot.

Ma Lian'er held a plum in her mouth, pinched the lid of the pot and looked inside, her mouth was sour.

The first time she ate dried plums sent from the south, it was better than anything she had ever eaten.

"Is Bai Shu back?" Ma Lian'er also asked.

She asked knowingly, but she was just unwilling to accept it. Before, Bai Shu was the first person to chase after her with a sword.

Old Chai didn't say anything, leaned on the chair and sat down. Wei Ping'er shook his head at Ma Lian'er.

Ma Lian'er suddenly felt that the plum was not as sweet and sour as it was. Maybe it had been in it for a long time, but the taste became lighter and bitter.

When the soup was about to be released, there was a sudden sound of pounding the door outside the old Chai house. It was not as rhythmic as smashing the door with his hands, but it was a little weak.

Wei Ping'er went over and opened the door. In the wind and snow, the boy walked back again, his hair was frosted and his shoulders were covered with snow.

He was shirtless, with dozens of scars of all sizes on his body, and blood beads condensed into dark red ice crystals. He held the sword in one hand and had clothes under his armpits. The other hand seemed to be broken, hanging weakly on one side of his body.

He looked much worse when he went out.
Chapter completed!