The Fantasy World of Chivalrous Disciples

(3)

Her profile was as warm as the sun, and her appearance was no different from that of an ordinary village woman: she was carrying a basket full of things, her stooped body, and her steps were heavy, and she walked slowly past Bai Feng's eyes.

The facade of the village is very clean, every household has red wedding coins posted on the door, and the hens cluck and escape from being caught, making it look festive and harmonious.

But Bai Feng felt an untimely sadness. He looked at the woman as if he hadn't seen it for a long time and blurted out: "Yan'er?"

"you know me?"

The woman's messy hair was stained with sweat and clumped on her face and stuck to her skin, but she still couldn't hide her beautiful face.

"Of course I know you! You...you are...you are." Bai Feng suddenly choked up.

"weirdo."

The woman left these words and left Bai Feng alone in the darkness to continue chasing. He couldn't catch up and almost fell to the ground from exhaustion.

After regaining consciousness, Bai Fengye had changed his clothes and stood at the bow of the ferry.

The surface of the lake is like a mirror, with only a trace of boats sailing. The river banks on both sides are so green that it is hard to see where it came from and where it is going.

"Have you figured out where your destination is?"

When Bai Feng heard the news, he saw the back of a woman appearing next to him. It was still the same woman, but he was not sure if it was Murong Yan. This time, the woman was dressed so brightly that it was almost gaudy, with her back exposed, and even the style of her underwear.

She could see clearly, but her behavior was particularly tolerant and cowardly.

"Yan'er?"

"Um? Do you want me to accompany you? As long as you are willing, it doesn't matter how many nights you have."

Bai Feng was fully expecting the woman to turn around, imagining her shy eyes. However, in the blink of an eye, a white light confused his eyes.

By the time his vision recovered, he had arrived at another place.

It is still raining outside, and the mottled ancient temple seems to have been there since the beginning of the world. The half-collapsed pagoda stands next to it, like a relic of the war. The trees here are thick with lush roots and branches.

Bai Feng and the woman stood under the ancient temple to take shelter from the rain.

"Why, you still haven't come back."

"I've been waiting, I've been waiting for so long as promised..."

"It's still the same, no change, no response, I'm still here waiting for you!"

Bai Feng heard the woman's resentful sobs and couldn't bear it. This time he was more cautious and walked slowly to her face to see her face clearly. It was a haggard face that had been weathered and suffered from insomnia for days, but there was still something between her eyebrows and her eyes.

I can see the familiar feeling.

"Girl, what are you doing here?"

"I'm begging the Buddha, begging them to let my husband come back."

Bai Feng's overflowing sympathy finally couldn't be restrained anymore. He grabbed the other person's hand and begged: "I am here, I will always be here!"

The woman was still looking at Bai Feng like a stranger.

The two looked at each other in silence. They were like sheep that had been kept in the same place for a long time. Their eyes were dull and lifeless. They just acted based on instinct, trying to catch something.

——Even if the memory has faded, the body is still used to loving each other.

However, Bai Feng missed the opportunity.

"Dingling, dinging..."

——It is the sound of brass bells.

The wind and snow surrounded his world again. He felt that he had reached the end of the world and there would be no way forward, so he looked back.

——It is full of snow traces left by me when I passed by.

Bai Feng suddenly understood that the small village, boating, and ancient temple he had just seen were all illusions, and it was precisely this illusion that allowed him to walk for a while while completely losing consciousness.

"Yan'er, you made me climb out of the grave?"

"Why did you let me see those three lives and three lives?"

"Suddenly I really want to go home, I really want to live..."

Two streaks of hot tears streaked down his frozen face, like a long drought and a sudden rain, and his body, which had died once, suddenly came to life.

"Absolutely not, absolutely can't look back!"

"There is only one way to survive."

"Find the Spirit Snake Temple, I must find the Spirit Snake Temple!"

In the boundless snowfield, he just walked forward like a headless fly, never looking back and stepping on his own snow tracks. He took off his gloves, bit his fingers, and smeared his own blood on his face to stay awake.

He continued to walk, day and night, eating and drinking to a very minimum standard. Sleeping and resting were impossible. Once he fell down in this environment, it would be difficult to stand up. At the same time, there was no way to light a fire.

Rely on the hazy light to see clearly ahead.

After he ran out of food, he could only dig snow to feed himself. Fortunately, he found a few wild vegetables, which was already a full meal.

His vision was getting blurry and all directions were unidentifiable. The only thing he could do was not to turn back. This was undoubtedly a desperate choice. Bai Feng had experienced similar moments many times, but only this time, he felt

He was fascinated by the pure white world around him, but not because of its beauty. He was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the wind and snow. He just continued walking without any psychological burden.

He should be afraid of the current situation, but everything is very ordinary.

Unknowingly, he came to an ice wall and vaguely saw the scattered and damaged trestles from the wall. He knew that he was almost at his destination.

"Spirit Snake Temple is right above."

He was surprised that he couldn't feel any emotion such as excitement and joy. He could already imagine his feelings when he saw the dilapidated Taoist temple: it was just a trip in vain, all used as experience.

"If that's the case, why are you still looking for it?"

He repeated the question in his mind again, and then answered it to himself.

"Of course it's because I want to find it, yes, just because I want to find it. Master, I am no longer inferior to you."

The ice wall looked very flat and smooth from a distance. Fortunately, there were some cracks in the ice that could be climbed, so Bai Feng decided to use these cracks to continue climbing up.

Considering that he had not rested or eaten normally for several days, he could only fight quickly. Such a broken body would never be able to withstand any consumption.

At first, his movements were still agile and fast, and the pickaxe's landing point was accurate without any mistakes. As the height increased, the distance between the gaps in the ice wall became larger and larger, which meant that the climbing difficulty would also increase. Bai Feng no longer had enough

To make more preparations with his strength, he could only hover in the center of the ice wall, unable to advance or retreat.

"On such a smooth wall, if you make one mistake, you will lose your balance and fall down the ice wall."

He saw a broken trestle not far away that he could rely on, and planned to go there to adjust it, so he carefully carved out a foothold from the ice wall and walked towards the trestle step by step.

This was a project that required a lot of patience and care. Bai Feng didn't know how long he had to walk this section of the road. All in all, he was gradually unable to do what he wanted, and his blood-congested arms seemed to burst at any time, causing burning pain.

His body longed for plenty of food, clean water, and plenty of air. His eyes were almost blind, and snow blindness almost took away his sight.

"ah!!!"

The moment before he completely lost his sight, he tried his best to jump towards the trestle, but he didn't catch anything and his pickaxe was empty.

At the critical moment, a strong hand grabbed him.

"Taoist priest?"

Bai Feng couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but could only vaguely make out the clothes.

"You... come up!" The man used all his strength to drag Bai Feng onto the trestle, and then Bai Feng lay on the bridge as if he was exhausted.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Did you climb up alone? The Taoist temple on the mountain is already empty... Come on, I will take you into the mountain gate."

Bai Feng said with a silly smile: "Hehehe, God will help those who help themselves."

"Hey, don't faint!"

The last sound Bai Feng heard before fainting was the little Taoist priest's cry for help.