Whoosh!

The little snowman moved and disappeared before Ning Fan's eyes.

Ning Fan was not in a hurry to chase. He moved his palm in the wind and snow, and the power of the recollection of the artistic conception spread out. The dissipated breath and footprints gradually became clear and distinct.

Looking in a certain direction, Ning Fan took one step like smoke and floated to the top of a snow-capped mountain.

The snow-capped mountain is more than seven thousand feet high, and on top of its peak, there is indeed a little snowman standing.

The little snowman was panting and breathing heavily, as if the teleportation technique she had just performed had put a heavy load on her body.

Seeing Ning Fan chasing after him again, the little snowman fled in a hurry and moved away again.

This time she escaped in such a hurry that she didn't even notice that a scroll fell out of her body and landed on the snow.

Ning Fan raised a playful smile. This little girl ran very fast. Most people would not be able to find her. Even if they found her, few would be able to catch up with her.

He didn't chase after it immediately, but picked up the scroll carelessly, laughing and shaking his head.

"I don't know if something falls..."

As he finished speaking, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly froze. He noticed a very faint trace of demonic energy from the scroll, but it made his demonic blood tremble.

He didn't rush to chase the snowman, but opened the scroll and took a quick glance.

This scroll is made of the skin of some kind of monster and is extremely ancient.

In the scroll, there is actually a fragment of the Demonic Sutra recorded. The Demonic Sutra is in Gutuo script, and the handwriting is delicate but graceful. The writer should be a woman. Judging from the age of the handwriting, the writer is an ancient monk.

For some reason, Ning Fan always felt that the handwriting on this scroll looked familiar. When he thought about it carefully, he found that it was the same as what he saw on the stone tablet outside Duxue Pavilion.

"Is the person who recorded this magic scripture the ancestor of the trolls..."

Ning Fan read the Demonic Scripture carefully. The Demonic Scripture was obscure and difficult to understand, but the recorded content made him feel somewhat familiar.

His mind changed and he immediately understood why this feeling of familiarity appeared.

Some of the contents of these scriptures are actually consistent with the contents of the magic texts on the six-winged tribe's stone tablets...

"Where did these magic scriptures come from... Why didn't the giant demon clan at that time have the same vision of demon blood staining the sky like the three clans... Is there any connection between the two?"

"If there is a connection, the magic scripture is of great importance, how could it be placed on a little girl... What is the secret in this..."

Ning Fan engraved the magic scripture into another jade slip, put the scroll into his sleeve, took one step forward, and chased after the little snowman.

He thought carefully in his heart, if the Trolls hid the Slate Magic Scripture and kept it secret from the outside world, would he want to snatch it away...

Forget it, the trolls have not betrayed him. If he betrays the trolls, it would be against the will of the Tao. Let’s put this matter aside for now. Finding the little snowman is more important.

Whoosh!

Ning Fan chased after him again, this time, he stopped in a snow valley thousands of miles away.

In the snow valley, there are many snow apes, all of them possess the strength of golden elixir.

After the little snowman broke into the snow valley, dozens of snow apes immediately surrounded her, intending to attack her.

The little snowman seemed a little flustered. He never thought he would be besieged by monsters here.

She was panting and seemed to have no strength to escape anymore. Looking at the approaching monsters, she felt a little scared.

"You know you're afraid?"

Ning Fan walked into the snow valley unhurriedly, and his faint words were filled with overwhelming evil aura.

He didn't even take action against these low-level snow apes. When all the snow apes noticed Ning Fan's arrival, all of them had extremely frightened expressions in their eyes.

Apes are the most familiar with human beings. These snow apes all felt that Ning Fan was not easy to mess with. They were all horrified and wanted to die, and ran away without their lives.

Ning Fan didn't pursue him, it wasn't out of mercy, he was just worried and didn't want this little snowman to see blood.

"If you run away again and encounter danger, I will not save you. I am here to take you back..."

With a gentle pointer on the snowman's eyebrows, a burst of soft light spread out, and the layers of ice and snow melted, revealing the girl hidden in the snowman's body.

She was wearing a plain white dress and looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. She looked at Ning Fan who was very close. The girl said she was not afraid of lying. Ning Fan's evil spirit was really terrifying and could scare away cruelty.

The ferocious beasts can be imagined.

But she acted very calmly, said nothing, quietly raised her head, and stared at Ning Fan, which seemed a bit courageous.

Her long hair is as white as snowflakes, with a big snow-white down pinned to her snow-white hair.

His face is a little pale, and his right foot is still bare.

Seeing that the girl was not hiding or escaping, Ning Fan nodded and smiled. This girl was not high in cultivation and had good courage. She was qualified to be the sister of a strange woman like Xu Qiuling.

"Are you Feng Xueyan?"

"..." The girl nodded.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"..." The girl wanted to nod, but hesitated and shook her head.

"You can't speak?"

"..." The girl nodded, her eyes hurting slightly, but she hid them lightly.

"What a poor man."

It's really pitiful. He's at the tenth level of Pimai, has no spiritual thoughts, and can't speak. He's basically unable to talk and communicate with others.

Although this woman is pitiful, Ning Fan's concern for her is also based on Xu Qiuling's request.

He reached out to pull Feng Xueyan, intending to take her back to the capital, but she stepped back slightly and shook her head. It was obvious that she did not want to go back.

"Are you worried that the son of Lord Shile will bully you?"

Ning Fan's faint words immediately turned into a strange color when they fell in Feng Xueyan's ears.

Feng Xueyan was very surprised. The young man in front of her didn't look much older than her. How could he be so powerful and know everything.

That night, the son of Lord Shi Le had an evil plot and sneaked into her room. When she found someone outside the door, she immediately ran away in panic. Ning Fan was not there at the time, so how could he know?

Although Ning Fan cannot communicate directly with the girl, he can whisper. The girl cannot speak, but he can see what she is thinking.

"Don't worry, everything is over. You can follow me home without worry."

"..." The girl instinctively took a step back and looked at Ning Fan with some fear.

She instinctively had some affection for this gentle-tongued young man, but after all, he was a stranger, so she couldn't just trust him and just follow him.

"I am Qiu Ling's husband. I'm here this time, but she asked me to take you back because she's afraid you'll be hungry."

Ning Fan took out a small shoe from his sleeve, bent down and said with a smile, "Put your feet up and I'll put them on for you."

When Ning Fan mentioned Xu Qiuling and even had her embroidered shoes as a token, Feng Xueyan couldn't help but believe Ning Fan, but her eyes were still wary.

She looked at Ning Fan carefully, and she felt more and more that Ning Fan looked familiar, and it seemed very similar to the portrait Xu Qiuling showed her.

During the days when Xu Qiuling and Feng Xueyan were together, she always talked about Ning Fan to Feng Xueyan, and once showed Feng Xueyan Ning Fan's true face.

The initial guard against Ning Fan gradually faded away. He raised his bare right foot and let Ning Fan put on his small shoes.

"Thank you..." Her lips moved, but she couldn't make a sound. Her eyes dimmed slightly, then she showed a calm expression.

That calmness was just like when Xu Qiuling was suffering from a terminal illness and looked down upon life and death.

There are similarities in the personalities of the two women, so it's no wonder they became sisters.

"Don't worry, I can hear your voice. You're saying 'thank you', aren't you?"

"How do you know..." Feng Xueyan still couldn't make a sound, only her lips moved, but Ning Fan could hear her inner thoughts.

"This is a secret. I will tell you slowly when I have a chance later in the day. Let's go, it's time to go back."

"Brother-in-law, wait a minute...I lost my things..."

Feng Xueyan bit her lip anxiously, and then she realized that the scroll in her sleeve was missing.

Ning Fan was slightly startled. This was the first time he heard someone call him brother-in-law, even though Feng Xueyan called him in his heart.

Looking at Feng Xueyan, his eyes became softer and softer, he smiled slightly, took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Feng Xueyan.

"I picked it up by chance. It's okay now. Can I go back?"

"Well, thank you brother-in-law, I'm so hungry..."

Feng Xueyan's stomach growled, confirming her inner thoughts.

Ning Fan laughed. This little girl didn't look like a monk at all. If she didn't live in inhabitation and stayed in seclusion for a year and a half, wouldn't she starve to death?

That's all, let's call him brother-in-law. If there is a chance, he must help her refine elixirs and cure diseases. After all, he must have the cultivation of spiritual integration, be able to practice bigu cultivation, and be able to transmit spiritual thoughts, otherwise he will be a little mute.

How boring it is to be alone all day.

Holding the girl in hand, Ning Fan turned into smoke in one step and was about to return. Suddenly, Feng Xueyan fell on the snow, his whole body curled up into a ball, his face was covered with fine sweat, and his body was as hot as burning.

"Brother-in-law, it hurts, it hurts..." Feng Xueyan cried out helplessly in her heart, which made Ning Fan's eyes gleam.

When his spiritual thought probed Feng Xueyan's whole body, his usually calm eyes immediately revealed a slightly angry expression.

"This is!"
To be continued...