The north wind was soaring, whistling, wrapped in snowflakes, whipping on people like soft whips, making crackling sounds.

In the northwest, such weather, not to mention ordinary people, even heroes with profound internal skills can't stand it after staying outside the house for a long time, and at least they will get seriously ill.

A small figure climbed up step by step along the Huashan Road in the wind and snow. He was covered with patches of various clothes, in winter and summer, layer by layer. A large lump of his arms protruded outward, and was a small man, tightly wrapped with a quilt made of kapok, and the outer layer was wrapped with a piece of leopard fur, which could not be penetrated by the wind.

After crawling for a while, the man was about to find a big rock to rest. His hands wrapped in linen stretched out and swept away the ice and snow under his forehead, revealing his eyes, his pupils were as clear as water, with a little timidity, three points of anxiety, and the other six points showed determination.

It turns out that this is a woman.

She carefully pushed aside the cotton cloth on the baby's head, and subconsciously turned her body towards Fengxue's hand. Seeing the child's pale face, she felt ache.

The clouds in the sky are covered with grayness, and the wind and snow are raging on the sky. Looking into the distance, you can no longer see the usually tall peaks. When you look down, you will see that the road ahead is long and it is all under the vast white.

Her tears poured into her eyes and almost cried. At this time, the child in her arms snorted softly, and a smile appeared on her face. A sense of grievance turned into infinite love. She said softly: "Guo'er, don't be afraid, sleep well, your mother will take you up the mountain soon and find a god to cure your illness."

The baby seemed to understand it, and exhaled a breath of turbid air and went to sleep again. She bit her silver teeth, stood up suddenly, shook it, and fumbled forward, and climbed up hard.

A series of uneven footprints were soon flooded by falling snowflakes. When they left, they saw no roads and looked back and there was no trace of return.

Under the snow, she didn't know whether it was going morning or evening. After walking for a long time, she could see the northern peak of Mount Hua. When she got closer, the last part became even more rugged. Looking at the steep and steep mountain road, she moved her stiff hands and felt a little desperate, but she still reached out and grabbed it hard into the snow.

The sharp stone angularly stuck in her palms. There was no feeling at first, but then the heart-wrenching pain came, making her cry unstoppable.

Tears almost dripped on the baby's face. She hurriedly wiped them clean, and then gritted her teeth and climbed up. One step, two steps, and the distance between dozens of feet was tens of feet. She crawled for a long time, and less than one-third of it, and she had no strength. After finally seeing a hole next to her, she was ready to go over and rest for a while.

As soon as her hand moved, her feet suddenly slipped, she couldn't stand firmly, and fell backwards. She had just had time to hug the child in her arms, and felt her body hitting the stone hard. After a few bumps, she suddenly eased and fell outside the cliff. She felt panic and full of despair, and she let go of her arms and hugged the child, thinking that this was good.

At this time, a plain white hand appeared from the air, grabbed the clothes on the back of her neck, lifted them up, and swept forward. She felt a heavier body, and her ears were whistling, and she couldn't open her eyes. Soon, the wind suddenly disappeared, her feet became firm, and she quickly stood firm.

She looked up and saw a boy in front of her, about seventeen or eighteen years old, looking younger than her, with a white complexion, handsome face, and a bright look. She stood on a big stone, with white clothes floating, as if she was coming down from the sky.

She knew that her mother and son were saved by this man, and was about to thank him, but suddenly she saw that he was very thin in clothes. She thought that the two of them had just fallen out of the cliff and could be pulled back. She immediately knelt down and said, "Mu Nianci, a civilian woman, have seen the Taihua Immortal. Please beg for the mercy of the immortal, and save my child."

The so-called immortal is Shen Yuanjing. He was also stunned at this moment. He did not expect that the person he saved was Mu Nianci, and the baby in her arms was Yang Guo.

He stroked his hand, and Mu Nianci felt a gentle force holding his body upwards and stood up unconsciously. The hand was too shocked to spread the power from the air. Among the martial arts masters she had contacted in the past, even Hong Qigong, the most powerful man in the world, could not do it. But this person was not a god, who was he?

She was so happy that she was about to kneel down again. Seeing that her face turned red with cold and pale, Shen Yuanjing sighed slightly in her heart and said, "Don't panic." With a move, Mu Nianci was pulled over by an invisible force.

He held the other person's wrist, as if he had grabbed ice iron, and he was silently exerting his skills. She felt that the chill in her body was sucked away, and then a warm current flowed through her arms and throughout her body, and immediately her body and mind became active.

Before she could speak, Shen Yuanjing grabbed Xiao Yang and pulled her out again. Mu Nianci's heart tightened, subconsciously hugged her, and then let it go as if she suddenly realized it. Then she felt a force that pushed her back a few steps.

He hugged the child with one hand, pushed away the quilt covering his face, looked carefully, and said casually: "It turns out that this magic star came to the world. No wonder the weather has been colder every year."

Mu Nianci's knees softened and he was about to kneel down again, but he held back in Shen Yuanjing's gaze and said with a pleading face: "I'm asking for mercy by the immortal. He is still a child. Even though his father has done many evil things, he will pay off his debts with one life, and the retribution will not fall on him."

Shen Yuanjing shook his head, stretched out his hand to Xiao Yang Guo's forehead, and said, "Look, the black mist on his head was boiling, and the anger of killing and killing was everywhere. His ancestor must be a military corpse, and his death was extremely miserable. The blood-colored water drop next to him was originally from the same origin, and he thought it was his descendant, but it was filled with a fishy wind, constantly eroding, and the water and fire on both sides were incompatible. Did your dead husband join the barbarians and recognize the thief as his father?"

Mu Nianci couldn't see any black mist and fishy storm. He was frightened by his pretending to be a ghost. His eyes were filled with tears and his heart was full of anxiety. He muttered: "What should I do?" He raised his eyes and looked at the other party.

He had just found out that Xiao Yang Guo had congenital deficiencies and was suffering from wind and cold. He pressed his finger on the child's eyebrows, and a gentle internal force mixed with the spiritual radiance, the chapter on healing the wounds and the chapter on Yijin and bones, and it spun around his small body. After a while, he cured his injuries.

Shen Yuanjing threw the child over, and Mu Nianci hurriedly caught him. Seeing that his face was already rosy and his breathing was even and vigorous, he was immediately overjoyed and tears flowed out again.

He sighed slightly and said, "A woman is weak, but she is strong as a mother. You are his blessing, and may protect him for a while." After that, he walked out and said, "The wind and snow in the mountains are quite strong. You can rest here and go down the mountain in a few days."

After stepping outside the cave, the wind and snow were flying around him, but they could not fall on his clothes. After walking a few steps, they could not even see the footprints. Mu Nianci hurriedly knelt down and shouted, "Thank you for your mercy in the immortal!"

He heard Shen Yuanjing say loudly: "Who is the first to realize the great dream? I know in my life. The sky is stacked with clouds, and there are a few strange trees in the mountains. I embrace the moon and sing high on the pine trees, and sing high again on Xiyi." The people are getting farther and the voice is getting closer.
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