"Hey~~, are you all right?" Fang Rui's voice came from far away.

Gu Qingqiao's body moved, as if he was awakened. Then, as if he had been scalded by the fire, he suddenly let go of his arms and hurriedly clambered on the vines, and then he said: "Ah, sorry, sorry!"

The warmth that enveloped his body suddenly disappeared, and Mu Xiyun felt empty for a moment. He raised his head and glanced at Gu Qingqiao, then lowered his eyelashes, and said downward: "We're fine. There are strong winds and spiritual power in the mist, everyone be careful."

When he turned his head again, Gu Qingqiao had regained his composure, looked up at Bai Wu, and asked, "Continue?"

"En." Mu Xiyuan nodded and continued to climb up.

Chapter 29 Water Source

Coming to the mist again, Mu Xiyun stopped for a while, glanced at Gu Qingqiao at the back, and after receiving the affirmative look from the other party, he cautiously entered the mist.

The powerful coercion hit like a mountain topping the top, and all the spiritual power of the whole body was used to fight against the coercion.

The roar of the gust of wind roared in the ears, and there was a cold sword intent in the wind, which scratched the skin painfully. Time seemed to be extended indefinitely. Every inch you climbed up, there were thousands of tiny pains, and the needles were raging on the skin. The bone-chilling cold froze the blood into ice.

The endless pain and cold made Mu Xiyuan a little dazed, and there seemed to be a song coming from the whirling wind.

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"The spring flowers in February are tired of falling plums. Bi Tao reminds me on the way back from Xianyuan. The silk rain in Weicheng persuades me to leave the cup."

In the distance, an ethereal female voice sang softly, with soul-stirring tenderness. The young people in the town, fascinated by the singing, walked through the streets and walked towards the top of the barren mountain like a corpse.

It was a snow demon that ran rampant in a small town in the northwest. It specially lured young men with strong blood and energy to absorb yang energy to help practice. When Mu Xiyuan arrived after receiving the news, the snow demon had just finished eating, and her soft and beautiful body was covered with only a layer of snow-white tulle. On his face, looking at the young man in front of him, eagerness flashed in his eyes without modification. The red lips parted lightly, and she asked softly, "Would you like to walk with me, Lord Lang?"

Mu Xiyun's answer was a ray of sword light.

That year was the first time for Mu Xiyuan to go down the mountain. The seventeen-year-old boy had an indomitable drive and hatred of evil, but he ignored the gap between himself and the other party in practice. Although his swordsmanship and will made him support for a few more hours, he still lost in the end.

The snow demon leaned over to look at him, but he was hanging on the edge of the cliff with only a few fingers. Below is an endless abyss.

Xue Yao smiled and stretched out a delicate jade hand to him. "I'll give you one more chance, handsome young man. Would you like to walk with me?"

The pressure came from above his head. In the weather in March, a very cold wind blew. The fierce cold wind carried the ice arrows of the snow demon, scratching blood on his face. Those who were on the verge of freezing to death felt extremely hot, dazed and confused.

Pain forced him to give up resistance, and the twilight seduced him to hold tenderness.

Xue Yao's charming smile came from the wind: "You are young, don't you already have someone you like? You know that human love is short-lived, and it is only reasonable to have fun in a timely manner."

Silly demon! He doesn't understand what to say to a cultivator about heartfelt and love.

There was just a simple thought in my heart: "I finally got down the mountain, I still want to see that person again."

I don't know how long had been in the snowstorm, but the wind suddenly stopped.

A machete slashed, and Snow's coquettish smiling face suddenly solidified, and the head separated into a pool of snow. The black boots came from the snow and stopped in front of him. The visitor was stunned for a moment, and his hands quickly grabbed his wrist.

Is it a hallucination? Did God hear his voice and give him some false comfort when he was dying?

The boy who met by chance on the Qingqiao back then has grown into a stalwart man. His broad shoulders contained explosive power, and with just a little force, he pulled Mu Xiyun to the top of the cliff. What remains unchanged is the familiar deep eyes, with bright light and a faint smile.

"Ayun!" Gu Qingqiao's voice contained a surprise, but then he became stern: "Why are you so careless? This snow demon has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and the realm is above the golden core. You are a small foundation. Why do you just go up and fight recklessly? You were very clever when you were young, how can you become stupider the older you get?"

He cursed impolitely in his mouth, but his hands kept inputting spiritual power. Mu Xiyun looked at him for a moment, and her body slowly warmed up.

As if his mind had not recovered from the huge surprise of meeting, there were tears in his eyes. Mu Xiyun's voice was hoarse, as if she had a thousand words, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"Senior brother?" A clear, juvenile voice sounded from behind, and a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy turned around the corner of the cliff.

He was wearing the same black outfit as Gu Qingqiao, with a black gold belt, but his hair was tied up with a narrow vermilion band with gold edging. There was no flaw on the boy's face, white as a cloud in the sky, with a hint of femininity in his beautiful eyebrows, and a little red mole on the corner of his left eye, revealing a little seductiveness. The corners of his mouth curved into a perfect smile.

There seemed to be a hint of embarrassment in Gu Qingqiao's eyes, his hands suddenly exerted force, and Mu Xiyun's wrist tingled for a while.

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"Junior Brother Mu, Mu Yun!" The pain in his wrist and the call in his ear made Mu Xiyun suddenly come back to his senses.

He had climbed to the edge of the cave, and the icy waterfall water splashed on his arms, his hands red from freezing. Gu Qingqiao had already turned up the cave, and was standing on the edge of the cave entrance, reaching out and grabbing his wrist.

Mu Xiyun tapped lightly on his feet and jumped into the hole with the opponent's pull.

"Don't worry!" Gu Qingqiao stood in front of him, rubbing his hands to help him move his blood. "Take a rest first and wait for them."

It took half an hour to wait.

The cave is not big, and the water rushes past, splashing countless tiny water splashes, wetting the clothes. Mu Xiyun sat cross-legged on a slightly protruding rock at the entrance of the cave, trying to stay away from the icy water as much as possible. Gu Qingqiao squatted behind him, and carefully checked the Qiankun bags of the two.