The entire desolate race basically lives in the southern snow field, and some of the top ones have entered the virtual realm, and some have wandered on the continent, either to the demon clan, or to the sea area, or to the desolate state.

The high priest Congpu had a total of six disciples.

Mr. Big went to the Shroud.

Mr. Two, Mr. Four, and Mr. Six are walking on the mountain road at the moment.

Mr. Five walks the world.

Mr. Three counts peach blossoms in the peach forest.

The senior brother is not here, so who is he going to see?

Jiang Linyu was a little puzzled, and the second gentleman didn't quite understand, but the two didn't ask, just quietly followed behind, the little junior brother has always done things safely, and they are naturally trustworthy.

After walking ten miles of snow road, the three of them came to Quanshan City, Zhibai did not walk fast this way, as if he was not in a hurry, and his eyes after entering the city were also looking around, as if he was enjoying the scene on the two roads.

Stopping in front of a steamed bun shop, he asked the boss for a few steamed buns, and then paid for a spirit stone and ate it in a big gulp.

Jiang Linyu was indifferent.

Mr. Er reached out and took a bite and frowned: "You know I don't like to eat cabbage filling." ”

Zhibai nodded, showed a somewhat naughty smile, and said, "I didn't want to give it to you in the first place, you had to grab it." ”

Mr. Two glanced at Jiang Lin's umbrella.

Jiang Linyu gently tapped Zhibai's head with the umbrella rod, making a soft sound.

Zhibai pursed his lips a little aggrieved, ate the bun by himself and stopped talking.

"Who's the person you're going to meet?"

Seeing his unhurried look, Jiang Linyu couldn't help but ask.

"It's still early, what is the hurry, senior brother?" Zhibai stopped and bought two more siu mai, and then continued: "It's almost there, Senior Brother Rong, I'll sell it first." ”

He didn't say it directly, but he still walked forward unhurriedly, and Mr. Er and Jiang Linyu followed behind him, just like two adults pulling a child to eat and drink in the downtown area.

The snow crossed the Bailu Bridge, the three of them walked on the bridge, and a vendor selling sugar gourds came over, Zhibai picked off a string and ate while walking, and the lake under the bridge became ice.

The ice was covered with snow, and some people walked on it, leaving a series of deep and shallow ear footprints, and children riding on the climbing plow were pulled by adults to walk, occasionally rolling on their sides, adults and children fell into the snow together, and laughter and laughter kept reaching the ears of the three people.

This is the appearance of mortal beings, and this is what ordinary people in the world do most often.

All kinds of people formed two seemingly unrelated but closely related systems, the monks and the market, and the people of the market raised the monks, and the monks protected the people of the market with their strength.

Two systems that are not identical complement each other, and neither can completely discard one or the other.

Zhibai had a hint of envy in his eyes, and he was a little daze with this string of rock sugar gourds in his hand.

Jiang Linyu surprisingly did not urge, and Mr. Two did not speak.

Zhibai was the youngest of their brothers, but he suffered a lot when he was a child, and the most common thing Shizun Congpu said to him when he was only a few years old was to practice with his heart and make him a sugar gourd to eat when he learned well.

Then Zhibai will ask what a sugar gourd is.

The high priest just smiled and said that it was a very delicious thing, and later learned that Bai practiced very hard, and he did eat the rock sugar gourd as he wished.

Congura's craftsmanship is very good, and as a dignified desolate priest, he can do well no matter what he does. Please net

Since then, he has been extremely attentive in everything he does, just to eat a string of rock sugar gourds, and it was not until he grew up that he realized that this thing was a luxury in the Southern Snow Plain.

Because the most people eat are hard cakes, they don't have the extra resources to think about what is best to eat, and they don't have the extra things to make hundreds of different dishes in different ways.

It's just hard cakes to fill the stomach, but fortunately, there will be places full of spring in the snowfield, just like the sea of Fuso flowers back then, but there are very few such places, and even fewer things can survive when planted in such places.

One of the things he remembered most clearly was that he had asked Shizun what his ideal was in this life, and Congpu was just sitting under the sacred tree, touching his head with one hand, with a faint longing in his eyes.

"May everyone in my deserted tribe be able to eat a string of sugar gourds. ”

It's just this sentence, but Zhibai remembers it to this day, and he will never dare to forget it.

Looking at the sugar gourd in his hand, Zhibai said with a smile on his face: "Senior brother, I hope that our barren people can eat a string of sugar gourds in our generation, how good would it be?"

One last glance at the frozen lake under the bridge, he withdrew his gaze and walked forward.

I didn't eat the sugar gourd in my hand, I just held it in my hand and walked quietly.

Walking off the Bailu Bridge, Zhibai walked towards a courtyard, but he just stood at the door and did not enter.

There was no knock on the door, because the door was open, and there was snow overhead, and there was a layer floating in the courtyard.

A man was standing in the yard sweeping the snow, he had only one arm, and he was slow to clean, often just clearing a clearing before being filled with the snowflakes that followed.

It can't be cleaned, but this man keeps keeping his hands moving as if he is tireless, and he keeps sweeping when the snow keeps falling.

Zhibai still had a smile on his face.

Jiang Lin's hand holding the umbrella couldn't help but exert a lot of force, even the knuckles were slightly white, and the qi on his body was also enlarged to the extreme in an instant, and his whole body was tense.

The second gentleman took a step forward, his eyes flickering, and he faintly wrapped the three of them in it.

"Long time no see. ”

Zhibai saluted the one-armed man and greeted.

The man put down his broom and turned to look back at them.

"Long time no see. ”

Zhibai held the sugar gourd, thought for a while and said, "If it's not too troublesome, we can talk about the old days first, and then talk about other things." ”

The one-armed man looked at him and said lightly, "Say something." ”

Zhibai blinked, opened his mouth and took a bite of the rock sugar gourd, and then showed a somewhat strange smile, which should have looked shy, but he was soured by the sugar gourd, so he showed this appearance.

"Even if I don't say it, you can guess it. ”

"If you don't say it, how do I know what you're going to say?"

"No one in the world may have thought of this, but you must have thought of it, senior. ”

The two looked at each other, and the snow fell in front of them.

The one-armed man was expressionless, silent for a moment, and then turned to look beyond Quanshan Castle.

"When are you leaving?"

Zhibai smiled: "Now." ”