Chapter 137

[Second, don't try to cry for poverty, die and lick your face to ask God for support? Well, Huang Feng is such an image in everyone's eyes, but in order to support Huang Feng, I still want to work hard without shame and impatience]

There was a slight ripple in the wind, and the snow was as cold as a blade on Su Bai's face.

Countless eyes were attracted by Su Bai's back, and most of them were still shocked. Obviously, these people haven't reacted from the scene of Su Bai. Many disciples of Langya sect from the Western Qin Dynasty sneered and won the title of Langya to enjoy the scenery. Does this guy really think those elder martial brothers who set out earlier are air?

Most importantly, Prince Qin Zheng is here.

There are a lot of bad roots of human nature. Often, they can't see others dazzling, or they can't see people like themselves become bright and dazzling. On the contrary, they will look up to some people who are born bright and dazzling with interest.

For example, Qin Zheng, the prince from the Western Qin Dynasty, challenged the never defeated genius of the Western Qin sword hall.

For example, Mu Ya is the best in Langya.

Therefore, when most eyes focused on Su's defeat, most of them were looking forward to Su's defeat being directly blasted down as before. Despite the strength of the latter, they know that this scene will not happen immediately, but they can't hide the expectation in their eyes.

"The mountain road is rugged. If you want to enjoy the scenery, you must be more careful." the middle-aged man said with low eyes.

The first step.

Su Bai stepped on the solid blue ancient steps, and an unspeakable sense of terror and oppression surged out of the ancient steps like a tide. Standing on it, Su Bai felt in a trance, as if he were on the battlefield. In front of him were thousands of troops and horses of the enemy, trying to crush his body.

For Su Bai, other people's eyes were like the numerous snow catkins. Even if countless eyes gathered together, they could not stop his pace. Besides, Su Bai seldom cared about other people's eyes, but chose to ignore them.

Su Bai raised his head and glanced over the green ancient steps. He could see the Mottled sunshine passing through the blooming plum blossoms and the spots falling on the snow. The beauty there was pleasing to the eyes. Su Bai thought so. Smelling the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, he seemed to enjoy taking a breath. He lost his back with one hand, just like those elegant literati walking on the mountain road.

Often, the last person to set out is the one who can enjoy the scenery along the way. There is no precedent or comer.

Su Bai was so light at every step that he was afraid that he would crush the petals falling on the snow. Although Su Bai was under the terrible pressure at the moment, he did not frown.

With a smile in his mouth, Su Bai sometimes looked at the endless mountain path, the swaying snow and the plum blossom standing in the wind. At this moment, Su Bai somehow thought of a figure, the white figure who picked up the sword and left.

The mountain path is bright, and the figure in white is as bright as snow.

The middle-aged man raised his head slightly and looked at Su Bai's back. In a trance, he saw the scene of a white swordsman fighting alone in the world with a sword, and the blood stained world. In a trance, he also saw the white swordsman say to those swordsmen who regarded themselves as the pride of heaven: "which of you ever beat the sword in Su Ying's hand?"

"Your father and son are more proud than anyone else. No one in Fengge academy dares to take the sword and fight against the Huangya group of swords alone. Ask the end of the sword field, who dares to forget the sword in the past?" the middle-aged man muttered to himself, clenched his fist tightly, just remembered something, and glanced a little regret: the Dantian is broken!

Su was defeated and went on until he disappeared at the end of the mountain road where the plum blossoms were in full bloom.

The mood in the eyes of countless Taoist priests did not change with the disappearance of Su Bai's back. Many Langya sect disciples in the Western Qin Dynasty still pouted, but they were inexplicably uneasy. He walked so calmly and calmly.

But the uneasiness dissipated with the cold wind. Elder martial brother Lin is right above. If he is lucky to catch up with elder martial brother Lin, can he surpass the sword in elder martial brother Lin's hand? Thinking of this, the disciples sneered at the corners of their slightly pouted lips, but with a little regret, they missed another good play. Compared with these disciples, a few ragged disciples lowered their eyes as if they were thinking about something. They immediately stepped forward again, continued to step on the stone steps and crawled forward.

Su Bai kept a calm heart and looked at the plum blossom passing by. He was not sad or happy. As he moved forward, he could obviously feel the increasing oppression from the steps. At the same time, there is also a surge of oppression between heaven and earth. This oppression seems to be targeted and only focuses on yourself.

Vaguely, Su Po could also detect that there was sword Qi on these stone steps, and stepping on them was like stepping on the blade of a sword. Fortunately, Su Bai felt that he could bear the pain with a smile after suffering countless times. Therefore, he still walked slowly, enjoying the mountains, scenery and snow.

Occasionally when he looked up, Su Bai could see the sparrows struggling in the mountain stream. The cold wind was as cold as a knife, breaking their wings until they were destroyed in the wind and snow. However, the neighing of these sparrows, like the wind in their ears, always reverberates between heaven and earth. No one knows how long these neighing sounds have reverberated. Perhaps they have existed since ancient times.

Su once saw that in the clear spring flowing across the mountain stream, the weak fish were going upstream, facing the cold and biting impact, until they were unable to sink and float down, and were hit by smooth rocks and smashed. Seeing this, Su Bai couldn't help thinking that in his previous life, he heard that the fish in the water had only seven seconds of memory. It was these fish who forgot the pain seven seconds ago and went upstream. This was the persistence that was born into their bones, which made them so stupid and stupid that people felt lovely and awed.

Fate often runs counter to will. Birds soar against the wind and fish swim against the current. Although they die, their determination is not willing to be bound by fate and rot with plants and trees. Thinking of this, Su Bai's heart wanted to climb the tripod and see the scenery of heaven and earth. It was inexplicably strong. Often, when people had the will or idea, their footsteps would not be so heavy. Su Bai went all the way up and never left any footprints on the steps. The petals on the snow were still so charming.

The bright green bamboo forest dotted the vast white snow. When he came here, Su Bai finally saw the back of his peers. Obviously, it seems that some gorgeous and expensive robes are full of snow and mud. The young face is filled with confusion. Some hesitate to look at the front. The horizontal mountain wind rolls up sword shaped bamboo leaves and cuts open the beautiful snow scene, just like a sharp sword. There are pools of blood on the mountain road, which is shocking. It was this pool of blood that made the disciple hesitate and slightly lower his head.

This is a noble son from the princes and nobles. Su Bai walked lightly, just like a warm spring breeze. When he walked past the disciple, his eyes did not stop on the figure. He walked towards the crazy rolling bamboo leaves until a floating Jue disappeared at the end of the mountain path.

Looking at Su Bai's words, the disciple smiled nervously: "it doesn't seem as terrible as it looks."

As he spoke, the disciple stepped forward, but the sweeping bamboo leaves cut his robe in an instant, and the bloody scarlet dyed the swaying snowflakes. The disciple's face was full of pain and panic.

From hill to hill no bird in flight, from path to path no man in sight.

Walking among the bright green bamboo forests, Su Bai understood this sentence.

He walked for a long time, probably hundreds of meters or more than a thousand meters, and he never saw other figures again.

Until at the end of the bamboo forest, Su Bai saw a ragged figure crawling on the snow, like a touch of vermilion on a white scroll without ink, and the scarlet blood was eye-catching in the white world.

In the fragrance of flowers, Su Bai smelled the smell of blood.

Looking at the creeping youth with low eyes, Su Po never stopped and moved forward step by step.

The ragged young man did not raise his eyes to look at Su Bai until his figure disappeared at the end of the wind and snow. At the moment when his back flashed in his sight, the young man was confused. This figure was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. With his head down and his teeth clenched, the young man continued to crawl forward. It's like climbing to the end, you can climb out of the dirty and neglected slum and climb to the starry sky.

The fellow travelers met for the first time were princes and nobles. The fellow travelers met on the second floor were disciples from slums, while the fellow travelers met for the third time were two law enforcers. The moon white robe was like snow. The two law enforcers held dizzy disciples around. They were surprised to see Su Bai coming. They clearly remembered that they had never seen Su Bai when they came up.

"Dead?" Su Bai saluted slightly and looked at the bloody disciples.

"Fainted!" the older law enforcer looked at Su Bai and didn't have a good way.

"Are there many people ahead?" Su Bai asked.

"Many, almost fainted to the ground. If you don't want to suffer, just follow us down the mountain." another law enforcement official warned, "the mountain road ahead is more rugged and extremely difficult."

"I finally caught up," Su Bai said with a smile and continued to move forward against the wind and snow.

Looking at Su Bai's back, the two law enforcers shook their heads slightly. They had to be busy today. They looked down at the disciples clamped between their waists. Most of these dizzy disciples came from slums. Their accomplishments were far less than those born in princes and nobles, or those who were trained by the sect. However, their will was a bright bamboo forest on the mountain road.

Passing by the flowing mountain spring, Su Bai stopped his body for the first time, took off the primitive sword behind him, and cleaned the dust on the sword. Su Bai moved forward again. Walking, he finally saw a dense figure. As the two law enforcers said, there are really many people, but most of them are dizzy, and a few crawl forward in the wind and snow.

Often, people who set out late can not only enjoy the mountain scenery, but also enjoy the scenery on the road. Looking at the figure walking in front, Su Bai's mouth is filled with a smile, just like tourists passing by in the wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. It's not too much to go ahead and surpass constantly.

The creeping disciples looked up at the figure until a moment later, a faint intermittent voice came up: "Su Bai!"

The steep and straight long road is like the bones of a giant dragon, crossing down the sky.

Wearing snow white clothes, he soared up and took advantage of the wind and snow. Finally, Su Bai didn't know how many people he surpassed. Until a familiar figure appeared in Su Bai's sight, the dark eyes of the Chinese side smiled, bent down and picked up the bamboo leaves on the ground. The sharp bamboo leaves were like a sharp sword, full of vigor and edge