Chapter 293

In the Jishuitan under the snow mountain, Northern Jiangsu broke through the restriction of the later stage of the terrace, and the aura of the whole Lingyin mountain area was continuously absorbed by him. On the cliff above the clouds, Yuan Chunyang, who is looking for the Ganoderma lucidum, stares at the sky. His eyes seem to have a premonition that Jiaolong is born.

After Gu Wu entered the earth level, the aura needed to improve one level was huge. The aura on the earth is very rare, but it can also be divided into different regions, such as Lingyin mountain, where the original ecology is maintained, the aura is naturally stronger.

Because of the flow of aura, Yuan Chunyang knew that someone at the foot of the mountain had entered the earth level, or even a higher level. Now he could not take care of the Ganoderma lucidum. He took up his sword and picked up his eldest disciple Lin Yi to go down the mountain before dark.

By the pool, Northern Jiangsu really entered the late stage of the terrace, which was not an accident. When he was in the snake's stomach, he almost passed the late stage. After adding the Pearl Pill at this moment, Zhenyuan was officially stable in the late stage of the terrace.

However, in order to enter the later stage of the earth terrace, Northern Jiangsu also consumed the Qi in its body. This was not the process of his vomiting blood and fainting. As Bai Huafan expected, when the ancient martial arts in Northern Jiangsu had been cultivated to a certain extent, his powerful Qi would break through the lost memory protective film.

"Northern Jiangsu! Little brother The white painting fan holds the half dead Subei with heartache and looks at the flying snow blankly. She regrets that she should not let Subei pass this step.

After entering the later stage of the terrace, people will inevitably shed a layer of skin. It's the time when they are weak. If they suffer any mental attack again, it's really hard to pass this level.

However, Northern Jiangsu recovered its lost memory at this time. On that snowy night 15 years ago, demonic memories swept over.

The white painting fan can't wake up Northern Jiangsu, but she knows that it won't take long for yuan Chunyang to kill him. She carries the man on her back and walks up the snow line of the mountains.

The more she went up the mountain, the more snow the terrain caused. Her footprints were immediately covered with snow. After crossing several mountains, it was dark at last, and the natural gas and physical strength of the white painting fan were almost consumed. In a very hidden cliff, he found a natural cave. He put Northern Jiangsu in the cave and collected some firewood. When he entered the cave, he camouflaged the cave with stones and dead trees.

If life is a play, the memory is like a film film, endless killing and blood pouring into the brain of Northern Jiangsu, snow and blood, butcher's knife and martial arts experts, heartbreaking cry and begging for mercy, and finally a raging fire in the bloody night. The bumpy little boy got to the wellhead of his home, only to find that the ancient well was buried in the snow. Eight year old northern Jiangsu doesn't know that nine year old Bai Xuanye is buried in the snow. The two children cover their mouths and look at each other across the air.

The sound of fighting outside the yard gradually approached, and Northern Jiangsu had to run away.

"You guys go to the backyard..."

"Go to the garden."

"Master Zhiqing, what do you mean? Hum, I'm not interested in Su's geomantic beads. I just want to visit Su Chongyang's ancestral hall. Shh, don't make a sound, boy. Ah, Bang... "

Subei's head is about to explode. The chaotic scene that night, if it was a child, would be hard to accept. With his adult mind, he is still creepy. No doubt, the corpses on the ground are all his relatives, but Subei can't recognize who is who. No matter how long time goes by, the fear of childhood is still hard to erase.

Finally, this memory was forced to pull aside by Northern Jiangsu, and the film of memory quickly retrogressed. Life is an equation. If there is something lost, there will be something gained. What can stay in the memory forever must be beautiful.

That day, along with his parents and elders, he came to an old courtyard in Northern Jiangsu. The adults told Jiang Shan to talk about business with enthusiasm. An old man asked the servant to take him to play. The naughty man used two jade pendants to get rid of the servant's entanglement and came to the backyard. He saw a little girl with a runny nose.

In the eyes of young Subei, he is an adult, and the white painting fan is a little boy. However, the weeping girl is always easy to touch the spirit of a little man. I don't know that in the eyes of the white painting fan, he is also a kid who has no teeth and pretends to be cool.

After leaving the Bai family that day, the next day, Northern Jiangsu actually came by itself. From then on, the two children who were trapped in the shackles of the family lived secretly in the garden every day. Until one day, the white painting fan, who had been calling Subei his little brother, knew his true identity, and the dog hole opened to him in the garden was blocked.

Eight year old northern Jiangsu is more sensible than white painted fan, but six-year-old white painted fan is more mature than northern Jiangsu. After driving away her little brother, white painted fan sits in the garden with her mouth in her mouth every day. However, the intractable Northern Jiangsu has used many ways to enter the garden, climb over the wall and break through the empty door, but has never had the courage to explain anything to her. It's hard to imagine two children under the age of 15 taking a marriage so seriously.

Sixteen years later, the white painting fan holds the head of Northern Jiangsu and nestles in front of the bonfire. Tears flow on his face. The beauty is breathtaking and heartbreaking. "I'm so sorry, little brother. I'm really sorry. If I didn't tell the secret, according to our agreement, that night, you will surely escape."

"Everyone says that all the people in the Su family are dead. I don't believe it. I wait for you in that garden every day. Why don't you come to me?"Hiding in the snow mountain from Lingyin mountain, the white painting fan's clothes were also scratched, and there were several obvious scars on his body. After the accident of Su's family, Bai Huafan knew what it was to lose and cherish. North Jiangsu has always been her only spiritual sustenance.

"Little brother, do you still remember that the apricot flowers in my family were very beautiful that year? You had to be naughty to pull down all the apricot flowers, save them and sprinkle them on me. You also said that this was marriage." Bai Huafan sniffed, "I'm so stupid. Just because your surname is Su, I drove you away from me. In fact, I didn't want you to go all the time. You are my only friend from childhood to adulthood."

"By the way, you said that you would take me to set off fireworks at 12 o'clock on New Year's Eve. I I saw you come in the garden, but I can't get in. I regret it. If only you were with me that day. "

The white painting fan hugs the face of Northern Jiangsu and sobs. The child is the child. It's too pure and true. It's clear that the two want to be together, but she doesn't let Northern Jiangsu in. It was the night of the 23rd Lunar New Year that something happened to the Su family.

White painting fan has always thought that Subei died that night, a turn is a lifetime, the little boy shivering with a pile of fireworks, always in her memory.

The cold and pure tears, flowing through the face of Northern Jiangsu, seeped into his mouth, just like the astringent taste of apricot, also like the snowflakes on New Year's Eve. The spirit in the collapse of the edge of Northern Jiangsu, difficult to open his eyes, looking at 16 years after the sister met, can not restrain the heart of sadness, "I'm sorry to draw fan, in the vast sea of people, I actually failed you so long."

"You, you wake up!" The white painting fan wept with joy and tears fell on the face of Subei.

"Fool, didn't I say I would never die?"

Hearing this sentence, Bai Huafan bit the corner of his lip and knew that the memory of Subei had really recovered. This sentence is that when they were young, they were digging out a bird's nest on a rockery, and Subei rolled down a rock and fell black and blue. This situation is so similar. At that time, Subei pretended to pat her chest and said that she would not die and would play with her all the time.

Sixteen years of childhood, meet in the river, but missed a year. At this moment, both of them seem to have returned to the past. This kind of feeling does not need to be explained by words, but is interlinked with each other. In her childhood, Bai Huafan regarded Subei as her everything, but she suffered from her prominent background. When she knew that the person she liked was the young master of the Su family, she made an impulsive decision to regret for life. After learning that Bai Huafan is his fiancee, Subei, who is two years old, must be very excited as a little man. Seeing the sadness of Bai Huafan, he chooses to wait far away from the high wall of Bai's house.

I'm afraid Bai Xuanye is the only one who can witness this ignorant love in his childhood. Looking at his younger sister, he is very angry. He thinks little Subei is not a man, so he sneaks to Su's house. It happens that this night is also new year's Eve.

"Silly girl." Subei stroked her tearful cheek. He never thought that the white painting fan would wait for him for 16 years. Time has changed. When he was a child, the white painting fan blocked the dog hole in anger and cut off his way. In fact, it was such a childish move.

There are always a few unforgettable words in one's life that will never be forgotten. These words are not necessarily vows of eternal love or deep hatred. Maybe they are just a common joke. Maybe they are young people who don't know the taste of sorrow.

"Don't move, are you thirsty?"

Subei nodded, and the white painting fan gave Subei a mouthful of warm water from an aluminum kettle. He said happily, "wait for me for a while, and I'll get you something to eat."

White painting fan let Subei pillow on his backpack, take his dagger, leave the cave, the sky outside actually exposed the stars, but the snow is still with the wind, constantly blowing down from the top of the mountain, looking at the vast white cliffs, I don't know what to do for Subei.

Lying flat in a cave in Northern Jiangsu, he slowly moved Zhenyuan. He had already felt the strength of the later stage of the terrace. However, it was hard for him to feel the taste of exhausting Zhenqi. After barely running for a week, he looked at the time. After two hours, his body finally recovered and Zhenqi gained a lot.

Subei suddenly sat up and looked around for a week. Then he realized that the white painting fan should be to ensure his safety. He found the cave behind his back. He just woke up and thought it was beside the Jishuitan.

With the short knife yuan Chunyang gave him, he walked out of the warm cave in Northern Jiangsu. A cold wind suddenly sobered him up. Looking at the vast white snow mountain, it's hard to imagine how a woman could carry herself up from the bottom of the mountain. Even if the white painting fan is a mysterious master, it doesn't have enough perseverance, even a man can't reach it.

Subei's heart seems to be pricked by a needle, snow capped mountain, where does this silly girl cheat herself to find food?

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