Snow is like silver, swords are like rainbows, and horses are like dragons!

Ding Hao was dressed in a cyan robe, and under his crotch was riding a tall white horse that was rare for a divine horse, which was the [Snow Lion Dragon Beast].

This horse with demon blood, which was bought at a great price, before Ding Hao entered the Snow Dragon Mountain for training, he fostered it in a horse house in [Taiping City], spent a winter beautifully, raised a body of fat, and his body seemed to have swelled again, becoming more and more powerful, and now from a distance, it looks like a small white dragon on the ground.

And what's interesting is that this product is very psychic, after six months, I saw Ding Hao, the little master, again, and he was extremely kind, and he snorted happily all the way.

"Brother Qicheng, how long do we have to walk before we can ask the Sword Sect?"

Gao Xue'er asked curiously.

The little girl was dressed tightly and tightly, wearing thick leather armor under the red blouse, wearing a red fur hat, riding a red horse, and a pair of big eyes looking curiously east and west.

This is the first time that the little girl has gone far away, and a qiē in the wilderness is extremely rare for her, and she always can't see enough along the way, just like a canary released from the cage, chirping, asking questions, very lively.

"With the strength of our feet, it will take about three days. ”

Ding Hao replied with a smile.

Gao Xue'er, Zhang Fan, Fang Tianyi and the bald Wang Feng's mounts are also good horses that they spent a lot of money to buy in the [Taiping City], although they are not as good as Ding Hao's [Snowy Lion Dragon Beast] divine horse, but one or two thousand a day is still not a problem, if it is not for taking care of Gao Xue'er, a little girl, she has to rest for a while from time to time, I am afraid that it will not take three days, and a little more than a day will arrive.

"Brother Qicheng, is Jian Mountain really like a legend, like a fairyland, evergreen and picturesque in all seasons?"

"Brother Qicheng, when I ask the Sword Sect, will I be able to see Brother Yunqi immediately?"

"Alas, the entrance test only started in June this year, so Xue'er will have to wait for more than three months!"

"Brother Qicheng, are you asking if the Sword Sect has many good friends, good friends like Brother Xiaofan and Brother Tianyi?"

"Brother ...... Departure"

"Brother ...... Departure"

The little girl Gao Xue'er is simply a curious baby, there are endless questions along the way, Ding Hao soon has a big head, fortunately, there is a Zhang Fan who is very patient at any time, and later, Gao Xue'er's strange questions are answered by Zhang Fan one by one.

"That's right, Xue'er, a knife is my pseudonym, my real name is Ding Hao, when I get to the sect, don't call me Brother Qicheng anymore. Ding Hao felt the need to correct it first.

"Hehe, okay, then Xue'er will be called Brother Hao in the future!" This ice and snow smart little girl knows the severity, but this time it is rare that she has not asked the bottom of it.

Between the words, the day has passed.

When night fell, they found a leeward col to camp.

Zhang Fan was very experienced in arranging some warning and defensive settings around the camp to avoid being attacked by demons at night.

Ding Hao looked at Zhang Fan's busy appearance, and he didn't know why, he couldn't help but suddenly think of the days when he came out of the Sword Sect for the first time five or six months ago, when the disciples of the Qingyi East Courtyard who came out together at that time had almost no experience in camping in the wild, and Zhang Fan was busy preparing for it alone.

Now that more than half a year has passed, too many things have happened to him, and things are no longer human.

Although Zhang Fan didn't say anything in the past few days, Ding Hao could always feel that after experiencing this rebellious incident, some indescribable changes had occurred in Zhang Fan's body, as if some indescribable strange transformation was slowly taking place in the simple and enterprising Orion boy in the past.

Along the way, I don't know if it's his own delusion, Ding Hao always feels that there are so many times, Zhang Fan is looking at his gaze, with a little hesitation, always looking like he wants to say something, and even sometimes, he will look at the sky and mountains in the distance blankly, his heart is heavy, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

After dinner, while everyone was resting, Ding Hao walked around the outside of the camp, and carved the same half of the poem on the wet ground on the four sides of the southeast, north, west, and north, with the rusty sword as the pen.

"There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village!"

The handwriting is carved on the black earth that has not yet thawed, the nicks are extremely shallow, almost invisible, between the strokes, there is a faint dark silver streamer, as if it is frost on the ground, flowing between the nicks, locking a mysterious power in the handwriting, even the most agile beasts and demons, can not match their existence.

Verse inscriptions.

This is Ding Hao's unique way of inscription.

These fifty-six handwritings hidden in the darkness are more effective than the various traps arranged by Zhang Fan, not only can they detect the approaching demons for the first time, but also after being stimulated, they can also trap the demons in place, and their power is equivalent to the full force of a master of the Great Perfection Realm of the Samurai Realm.

After doing this, Ding Hao returned to the camp and saw Zhang Fan and Fang Tianyi sitting around the bonfire, chatting and laughing, so he also walked over to sit down.

A roaring bonfire, shining on the faces of the three people, flickered and extinguished.

As he spoke, the topic didn't know how, so it shifted to the time when he had just joined the Sword Sect, Ding Hao sighed for a while, and took out the wine from the storage ring, the three of them didn't drink much, but they were already slightly drunk.

Zhang Fan, who has always been honest and quiet, has a lot to say tonight.

At first, the three of them spoke, but later, it simply became Zhang Fan holding Ding Hao and Fang Tianyi's hands, and they all listened to him alone.

Speaking of the hunting era in Baiman Mountain in his childhood, the corners of the boy's mouth always showed a soft smile, and when he talked about the years when he was cultivating and playing with Ding Hao and others, he would be extremely excited......

"My name is Zhang Fan, maybe I am destined to be like this name, very ordinary, not like Senior Brother Ding and Senior Brother Fang, you are extremely talented, no matter what kind of swordsmanship, as long as you look at it once, you can learn ......"

"In the past nearly a year, my efforts are definitely no worse than anyone else's, and the sweat I have paid is definitely not less than anyone else's, but, no matter how hard I work, no matter how much sweat I shed, in the Xuanqi cultivation, but there has never been much progress, everyone has cultivated [Taixuan Wen Sword Chapter] together, my progress is the slowest, among the more than 2,000 registered disciples of the Mountain Gate, I am already the last person without a doubt. ”――

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