Sima Jingyun in Sima Mansion was still worried about his senior brother who left in a hurry. Li Xiuyuan, who was in the wind and rain, had already returned to the inn despite the wind and rain in the city.

While soaking in the steaming tub, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but curse: "You are so generous. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones are gone."

He had originally thought of selling the token given to him by Situ Tianxing, then tidying up the courtyard in Loulan City, and living a comfortable and comfortable life for a few years.

Unexpectedly, he was immediately intercepted by the law enforcement elders.

Now that he is better, he has to go to the ruins deep in the snowy mountains to find a way to make money, otherwise he may not have the shame to go to the city lord's mansion to meet people when he returns.

In this way, he really became Shura in Loulan City and had nothing to do with Tianyun Mountain from now on.

In the mist, thinking of Ximen Yuyan hiding behind Sima Jingyun, she couldn't help but sigh.

A girl as beautiful as a flower actually asked her to follow a group of boys and girls to conquer ancient ruins. I really don't know if the two of them were born from the same parents.

Although he lost an iron plate, Li Xiuyuan didn't really care.

He was angry that the dignified headmaster of Tianyun Mountain actually broke his promise and got fat. The sect that he worked so hard to protect, in the end, abandoned him mercilessly.

"If I had known earlier, why would I have fought so hard with you?!"

Looking at the ceiling of the inn, Li Xiuyuan said to himself: "If I had known this, I should have let you seize Loulan. There is a burning mountain opposite, but I dared to come here."

He felt that his life and death were not worth it, because until now he was still lacking vitality. Otherwise, it would not have taken so much effort to meet ten killers halfway.

After dealing with the killer who was ambushing in the stream at the end, he almost collapsed in the stream.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but slap himself in the face.

The old Taoist priest repeatedly reminded him not to make useless connections. Soon after arriving in Xuanwu Continent, he threw his master's words behind his head.

Fortunately, the woman in the white dress at Wuji Holy Land was extremely indifferent, so he finally avoided a pitfall.

What happened in Sima Jinglan's house today was a wake-up call for him. He must not be stupid again in the ruins of the Snowy Mountains.

Just like the old Taoist priest said, don't risk your life outside.

...

When I left Sima Jinglan's home, the heavy rain had stopped.

Ximen Yuyan followed her brother, frowning slightly, and couldn't help but said: "Brother, you are too unreasonable. That is an opportunity that others have worked hard to win..."

Ximen Wuhen, who was walking in front, sighed, looked back at her and said, "He is not a disciple of Tianyun Mountain, so he shouldn't take this thing away."

Ximen Yuyan curled her lips and then said: "I was watching helplessly in the audience at that time. It was Zhufeng's senior brother who fought for it with his life."

Thinking of Li Xiuyuan's last appearance on the high platform, Ximen Yuyan finally couldn't help but complain.

"Brother, you and the master are not here. Even senior brother Wang Qiang only had a draw with the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land, and both of them were injured..."

Ximen Wuhen looked at his sister and smiled bitterly: "Sister, do you know that this little iron plate has been sold for 300,000 spirit stones outside... At most, my brother will compensate him in the future.

..."

Ximen Yuyan shook her head slightly and murmured: "Didn't you listen to what he said? I'm afraid there will be no future."

"Forget it then!"

Ximen Wuhen couldn't harden his heart when facing his sister. He smiled bitterly and said: "That's good, it saved me a lot of spiritual stones. You have to be more obedient when you go to the Snowfield Holy Land this time."

"Since my brother's master is acquainted with the elders of the Snowfield Holy Land, why can't he ask for more? It makes us kill each other."

Ximen Yuyan pinched the corner of her skirt and followed behind, muttering: "Am I still seeking their protection?"

"How can I feel relieved if you go alone?"

Ximen Wuhen sighed and said gently: "Even if I owe them a favor, as long as my sister gets a chance in the ruins, it will be worth it."

Ximen Yuyan, who had the face of a porcelain doll like Murong Zhilan, a pair of big watery eyes, and a black skirt, followed her brother without making a sound, and just sighed softly again and again.

She also knew that her brother was doing it for her own good.

It's just that whether her sighs are for the unknown danger deep in the snow-capped mountains, or for the young man who decided against Tianyun Mountain in anger.

...

Loulan City, in the royal palace.

The housekeeper looked at the gloomy middle-aged man and said, "Master, none of the ten people we sent this time have returned. Do you want to continue..."

"No need, Fei Ge sent a letter to the elders of Baixue City, asking them to spread the word and offer a reward. Someone will naturally solve this problem for us."

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Money can make all the difference. If money can solve problems, don't let our people die anymore."

"It seems like there is a master protecting Xiaonian in the dark."

The housekeeper thought for a while and asked: "Do you want us to go to the ruins to explore the disciples..."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Don't let the children take this risk. You should handle this matter now and let the elders in Baixue receive our news as soon as possible."

The housekeeper nodded and turned around to walk out of the living room.

The middle-aged man looked at the butler's back and sighed, and said leisurely: "Who are you..."

...

In the city lord's mansion, Situ Tianxing was holding a book and reading when Master Song Qianshan walked in.

Looking at him, he laughed and said, "Master, I have some good news."

Situ Tianxing was stunned, put down the book in his hand, looked at him and asked, "What makes you happy?"

Song Qianshan smiled and said: "There is news that the ten killers sent by the Wang family went after that guy, but none of them came back."

"All dead?" Situ Tianxing asked in disbelief.

"It's been two days. Normally, those guys should have come back a long time ago... I just heard the news from the Wang Family Mansion."

Situ Tianxing nodded and replied: "They finally met a formidable opponent. We will have a good show next."

"The yard on the ruins of the Chen family..." Song Qianshan looked at him and asked.

"That matter can't be delayed. I still hope that this guy will come back and drag the Wang family with him. Loulan City cannot let these aristocratic families dominate. We need a capable helper."

Situ Tianxing picked up the book on the table and said quietly: "I can't wait to see what that guy looks like when he returns from the depths of the snowy mountains."

Song Qianshan shook his head and walked out of the living room.

As he walked, he said: "I'm going to see the progress of the masons. While the weather is nice..."

I sat in front of the inn window for a long time and looked at the apricot blossoms. I walked around the streets for a long time and bought the food and clothing I needed.

Leading the horse and riding in the early morning spring breeze, Li Xiuyuan left Baixue City.

Wearing black masks, the two brothers and sisters who came from Tianyun Mountain were just passers-by to him.

The spring breeze blew, but could no longer blow into his rock-like heart.

Afraid of encountering a group of people from the Wuji Holy Land on the road, he left Snow White City early just after midnight and headed all the way to the Snowfield Holy Land.

If you think about it carefully, if you don't include the accident at the Death Ruins of Demon Realm that day, this is the first time that you have gone on an adventure alone.

One man and one horse headed north. Li Xiuyuan patted the horse and said with a smile: "When I get to the outside of the ruins, I will give you your freedom. From now on, the sea and the sky will be vast and you can go crazy."

The horse seemed unhappy, shook its head and roared, but its speed did not slow down at all.

We drove all the way without wind or rain, and finally stopped when the time was approaching.

A large river lay in front of him, with several tea tents erected along the river. From time to time, large ice floes came up from the seemingly calm river surface.

Li Xiuyuan jumped off his horse and walked to the river to say hello to the passers-by waiting on the shore. Then he learned that due to ice floes, the ferry from the other side would not be able to pick up passengers until tomorrow.

Seemingly seeing the worry on Li Xiuyuan's eyebrows, another man who looked like a vendor explained: "This is the Tongtian River, and no one can cross it without a ferry."

Li Xiuyuan nodded and looked at the legendary Tongtian River in front of him, thinking that he might have to spend the night by the river today.

Looking at the few tea sheds scattered on the shore, I thought that it seems that waiting for boats to cross the river is normal here, otherwise no one would come here to do business and attract customers.

Li Xiuyuan's heart moved, he slowly turned around and led the horse towards the last tea shed on the river bank.

"Go and play. Come back to me when you are hungry."

Li Xiuyuan loosened the reins, patted the horse gently, and walked toward the tea shed alone.

I saw a waiter in a linen coat and a village girl in a blue floral skirt in the tea shed. The only customer in the tea shed was also preparing to leave.

The village girl was carrying a basket and greeted Li Xiuyuan who came in.

The spring breeze blowing by the Tongtian River blew the flower scarf on her head, revealing a round face and a pair of bright eyes.

Li Xiuyuan greeted the woman with a smile and chose a table near the corner to sit down.

He asked: "I would like to ask you two, if we can't cross the river at night, what will happen to the guests coming and going? Is it possible to build bunks by the river?"

The round-faced village girl came in and wiped the table for him, put the teapot on the table, and replied with a smile: "That's it, it's been like this for thousands of years."

Li Xiuyuan nodded. He didn't see any house at a glance, and thought it would be okay to make do with it for the night.

"What's good to eat? I'm hungry."

Li Xiuyuan took a spiritual stone and put it on the table. He looked at her and asked sheepishly: "Is it enough? I want to stay at your place all night."

Unexpectedly, the village girl put away the spiritual stone on the table, stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "How about another piece, which will take care of your food and accommodation until you leave tomorrow?"
To be continued...