The bright moon is in the sky, the north wind is howling, the crows are roaring on the top of the tree, and heavy snow is coming and falling on the top of the mountain.

Ye Qianqiu sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain without moving.

All over my body was covered with snowflakes.

Snowflake buried him, and from the back, it was impossible to see clearly that he was alone.

Instead, it is like a strange stone leaning against a rock.

At this time, Ye Qianqiu's body was empty.

He has only arrived in this world for three days.

All the things in the body are still in the initial recovery.

The meridians, flesh, muscles and bones in the body have not yet been shaped, and Ye Qianqiu cannot practice it. He only relies on the leaf in the sea of ​​consciousness to transport vitality into his body and reshape flesh and blood.

And he is studying the method of soul.

Although his body has just begun to be reshaped, his soul is growing stronger and stronger.

Everything around him cannot escape his soul and soul sensing.

At this moment, I could hear the sound of fighting and shouting from the mountains not far away.

Ye Qianqiu's soul left his body and left from afar.

I saw hundreds of people fighting a life-and-death battle between the mountains not far away.

The sound of weapons and blades intersecting is endless, and the sword energy is everywhere, and there are some unpleasant words mixed in the cold wind. Ye Qianqiu listened casually.

"The Qi Zong is the authentic Huashan!"

"The Sword Sect is just an evil demon heretic!"

"Don't let your mother goofy fart!"

"The Sword Sect is the authentic Huashan Sect, and the Qi Sect is the evil demon heretic!"

"You fart!"

"You fart!"

"See the truth under your hands!"

"Oh... the surname Yue, your fucking attacked me?"

"Go on, everyone is on your way!"

"Eliminate these evil deeds of the Sword Sect!"

"Kill me and eliminate these evil deeds of the Qi Zong!"

"I'm going to be your ancestor Banban!"

"Straitor!"

"Ah... Junior sister! Go quickly!"

"Senior Brother!"

“…”

Ye Qianqiu heard it and saw the large-scale battle between hundreds of people that lasted all night.

On the second day, I saw corpses everywhere in the mountain.

The sword was inserted diagonally, and it fell to the ground.

The blood dyed the snow red, and the moans and cries were endless.

It was not until evening that the sound gradually stopped.

The mountain gradually became calm, as if there was no longer any vitality.

Only the howling sound of the wind and snow was left.

It was night again, and Ye Qianqiu felt someone coming to the woods not far ahead of him.

Listening to the sound of breathing and footsteps, there are two people.

One of them was very weak, the other was full of breath, but the frequency of breathing seemed to be very rapid.

At this time, only one of the weak voices could be heard saying, "Baoqun, after burying all these people, come and find a teacher."

"I was seriously injured and had difficulty moving. I am on Mount Hua, and I will depend on you now."

Then a pretty honest voice came.

"Master, don't worry, old man? I'll do it now."

"Well...you call Zhongze to see me first..."

"yes……"

Immediately afterwards? Ye Qianqiu heard the footsteps of one of them leaving.

Stepping in the snow, it made a creaking sound.

Not long after, another person came.

"Dad...how are your injuries?"

Ye Qianqiu could hear it? This is a woman's voice, and her age should not be too old.

"Zhongze? Dad is almost out of reach."

"In the future, Huashan will depend on you and Buqun."

"It's a sin...it's a sin..."

"A night in Huashan? It became like this."

"How can I have the face to meet the ancestors of Huashan Mountain..."

"Ahem cough cough..."

I heard that the man who had been there had been coughing dryly.

"Dad? Stop talking, you can rest for a while."

"The senior brother will be back soon."

The woman was very anxious and said in a crying voice.

"Ahem... don't worry, Zhongze? Your father can hold on until dawn tomorrow."

"Dad? You'd better take a break..."

The woman cried.

"Good boy, don't cry..."

"All people will die..."

"It's just the difference between dying early and late..."

"It doesn't matter if my father dies, but Huashan cannot die..."

"Ahem...ahhhh..."

The weak voice coughed again.

"Dad, just listen to my advice... heal your wound first, wait until you heal your wound? Then..."

The woman was crying.

"Okay...Stop crying...Silly kid..."

For a moment, both of them stopped talking.

Ye Qianqiu could only hear the woman's crying.

It's been a long time since then.

I heard someone came again.

Ye Qianqiu heard the footsteps? It could be heard that the person who had left before was back.

"Senior brother...you are back!"

The woman spoke.

"Junior sister? How is the master?"

The man asked.

"Senior brother, my father's injury cannot heal..."

The woman cried.

"Junior sister? Don't cry? I'm still here."

The man comforted him.

Just then? The weak voice appeared again.
To be continued...