Chapter 390 Chill

"Thank you! Thank you!" Master Wei held his porcelain bowl and thanked the passers-by one.

Although it was already the New Year's Eve, Great Xia still looked like it was cold in the middle of winter. At this moment, the heavy snow was temporarily resting, but the streets were still covered with a thick layer of snow.

In this kind of weather, even if the people of Great Xia, who were famous for their martial arts, had no choice but to go on the streets and suffer from this chill. In this snowstorm, very few people were willing to stop and listen to the old man's drama.

Because of this, Master Wei's harvest today was not too good.

When the onlookers gave the rewards and left, the old man did not pack up his clothes as usual. Instead, he stood alone in the gradually desolate streets, lowering his head and carefully counting the pitiful few copper coins in the porcelain bowl in his hand.

He did the math.

Today should be December 29th.

Tomorrow is the end of the year, a hundred thousand silver coins is still far from enough.

However, there was only less than three months left. He couldn't help but sigh and furrow his brows.

Thoughts echoed in his mind, and he inexplicably remembered the conversation that had been carved into his heart at the end of that long time.

…

The white-haired but handsome Daoist waved his sleeves, causing the white-robed figure surrounding the crane to retreat.

The multicolored light in the sky dissipated, and the lotus blooming in the pond withered.

The white-robed figure looked at the Taoist in disbelief and asked in a deep voice, "Wei Changming! What are you doing?"

The handsome Taoist did not respond to the white robe. He extended his right hand into the void and held a snowy sword in his hand.

He stared coldly at the white-robed figure without saying a word, but his gaze grew colder and colder.

"In this world, a thousand years old True Immortal is right in front of you. Wei Changming, do you want this True Immortal position for the sake of a childhood sweetheart that was less than a few years old?" The white-robed figure asked. Although his appearance was wrapped in that holy light, judging from his current tone, it was not difficult for the handsome Taoist to imagine that his face was filled with confusion and anger.

It should be an interesting sight, he thought.

It was a pity that no one was lucky enough to see him.

Therefore, he sighed and shook his head.

"Are you rejecting me?" The white-robed figure asked, "Do you want to give up the opportunity that thousands of cultivators have sought after after a hundred years of bitter cultivation? Then what exactly are you going to do with your hundred years of bitter cultivation?"

The white-robed voice was filled with astonishment, but in addition to this astonishment, it was more puzzled.

With his experience of experiencing hundreds of tribulations, he was still unable to understand the choice of this Taoist in front of him.

"To see you." The handsome Taoist took his own steps towards the white-robed figure.

That step was as light as a dragon skimming the water, and it was like a mountain spinning, lifting the weight as lightly as it could.

As a result, the lotus pond produced waves, and the courtyard fell into the dust until the heavens and earth shook.

The white-robed figure instantly understood.

"You want to avenge that monster?" He said coldly.

Monster? Taoist didn't like this address, or rather, he didn't like the disdainful tone of the white-robed man's address. To be more frank, he probably didn't like the white-robed man.

Therefore, in the next moment, he took another step forward.

This step was as heavy as a thousand juns, as if Mount Tai was overwhelming, and all armies were galloping.

As a result, the wind and rain suddenly came, and the heavens and the earth darkened. Thunder hung in the nine heavens, and it was about to descend.

It was a sword strike that shook the past and present.

It was a sword that pierced through the heavens and earth.

It was also an invisible sword strike.

The momentum of the sword attack was fierce, but it dissipated silently.

The Taoist looked at the sword in his hand, then at the white-robed figure Anran was standing on, his brows furrowed.

"The True Immortal Body is above all tribulations. It will not die or be destroyed. You will not be able to hurt me every day if you are not inferior to the True Immortal Realm."

"But once you accept my Dao and enter the True Immortal Realm, you will have no reason to kill me."

"This is a dead end."

The white-robed man said as if he were speaking. His broad clothes stirred, and his face, surrounded by immortal light, had a ferocious expression.

The Taoist couldn't see that scene, but he could feel it very clearly.

It had to be said that he hated the appearance of the white robe at this moment.

However, as the white-robed man said, there was nothing he could do about it.

Therefore, he withdrew his sword and turned around to leave the thatched cottage that he had been sitting in for a hundred years.

"Where are you going?" Asked the white-robed man.

"Find a way to kill you." Daoist said.

"What you can't do, the rules of heaven and earth have already been laid down. If you miss this opportunity, you will no longer have the chance to ascend to the True Immortal Realm. What awaits you will be endless lightning tribulations, until they chop you to ashes!" Said the white-robed man loudly.

The Taoist's footsteps paused at that moment, as if he was moved by the words of the white-robed man.

"I want to give it a try." But in the next moment, Daoist's voice sounded again. This time, he did not hesitate at all and walked out of the thatched cottage.

…

Thinking of this, Master Wei suddenly felt a chill coming from his fingers.

He was shocked, and his mind was pulled out of his thoughts.

When he looked closely, he discovered that his palm, which was holding the porcelain bowl, had at some unknown time been stained with a little white sparkling thing.

The old man was stunned and suddenly came to his senses.

That's snow.

He raised his head to look at the pitch-black sky, where something like this was drifting down from the dim sky.

They descended lightly, and in the blink of an eye, they landed on the old man's shoulders and head.

At this moment, the chill became even clearer. It came from his shoulders, arms, and forehead, piercing through the old man's limbs and bones, penetrating through his internal organs, reaching straight to his brain and heart.

It was a trembling sensation.

The old man subconsciously put away the porcelain bowl in his hand and closed his clothes to resist the sudden chill.

Throughout the entire process, the old man's movements were somewhat unfamiliar.

He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't felt this way.

He did not find it annoying or uncomfortable, but rather felt an inexplicable sense of freedom.

"This is what it feels like to be a human." The old man said this with a smile on his face.

Perhaps it was because it was too cold, this smile was a little stiff, as if his wrinkled face had been frozen stiff by the heavy snow and cold wave.

However, Master Wei did not seem to have noticed it. He even swept away the gloom from before and leisurely snorted a tune.

He squatted down, braved the cold to tidy up his belongings, put them into his wooden chest as usual, then carried the big chest and was about to leave.

However, when he got up, he discovered that the wooden box seemed to be a little heavier than before.

The old man shook his head and gritted his teeth before he stood up.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was going to engulf the entire town.

In the heavy snow, the old man bent his body and slowly walked forward, leaving behind a row of footprints of varying depths beneath the snow.

He gradually walked away, but the melodious tune was still echoing.

It was just that he didn't know if the song was originally like this, or if the old man had deliberately done it, but at this moment, he could hear the tune…

It was like the murmur of a distant lover, but also like the howl of a wild fox in the mountains of twilight…

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