Floating clouds

Chapter 47 Snow Field Tombstone

At night, the manic snow field gradually calmed down. Lin Xinglu and Cheng Jun were exhausted and fell on the snow.

The two of them looked at the deep and shallow wounds on their bodies, and they couldn't imagine that such a light snowflake would become a sharp weapon to hurt people under the force of the wind.

And the whole day, they walked no more than [-] meters.

"I knew we'd be on our way at night." Cheng Jun spread his hands and looked at the dark sky, with only a glimmer of moonlight and no stars.

Foreshadows another big storm tomorrow.

Lin Xinglu looked back, and the footprints of the two had already been buried by the thick snow and could not be seen.

An ominous premonition flashed in his heart, and he said, "Cheng Jun, how can we tell the direction?"

There is no reference, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere, and they can't even count on the stars. They have no way to distinguish the direction at all.

Li Dai said that the stele was in the center of the Wanxueyuan, and they had been walking forward like this, as long as they walked to the center of the snowfield, no matter where the stele was, they could easily see it.

But what if they lost their way and circled in the snow field.

Wouldn't it be impossible to go forever.

Cheng Jun got up and looked back. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"We have to leave something behind where we walked." Lin Xinglu stood up, helpless.

Nothing but snow.

The snowman in the illusion suddenly flashed in his mind. The snowman here will not melt, and it is easy to get. He immediately said: "Cheng Jun, how about we build a snowman every time we walk a certain distance."

"That's a good idea, let's do it now." Cheng Jun clapped his palms and smiled, reaching out to gather a snowdrift.

"Let's change the time of our journey. We will leave when there is no wind. When there is a snowstorm, we will meditate and rest. Every time we walk a hundred feet, we will build a snowman." Lin Xinglu patted the snowdrift tightly and said.

"Okay." Cheng Jun nodded, rolled his head again, put it on top of the big snowball, pressed it tightly, thought for a while, and asked again: "Will it be blown away by the wind?"

The wind here is very evil, even the stone gate can be blown down, let alone a snowman.

Lin Xinglu thought for a while, took out a wine gourd from the Qiankun ring, and poured the wine on the snowman. Strictly.

"It's too wasteful, let's pour snow on it next time." Cheng Jun said distressedly,

"Okay." Lin Xinglu nodded, the two of them straightened up, ate something, and took advantage of the lack of wind to rush on the road overnight.

It's a pity that the weather in the snow field is not as beautiful as the two of them expected. The calm is always short-lived. Often after an hour of calm, they will face even crazier snowstorms.

They had to ride through the storm and then rest in a brief lull.

And Wan Xueyuan not only has a never-ending storm, but also an undetectable illusory space. When Lin Xinglu held up a stone and saw the illusory gate for the first time, he thought he saw the gate of hell open.

Chaos and disorder, no aura, no vitality.

It was gray and silently appeared in front of his eyes. There was nothing inside the door, which was more terrifying than hell.

Like a big mouth, it wants to swallow them up and completely destroy them in the space. From then on, they can't find any traces as if they have never been in this world.

Lin Xinglu was terrified, grabbed Cheng Jun, and walked away from the silent door of emptiness.

This was his first time, and he was grateful to Daoist Qingsong for giving him this stone.

Time passed silently in the snowy field. 50 years had passed. Inadvertently, the two teenagers had raised their bodies. Their appearance did not fade with time, but instead fixed at the most beautiful moment. The only scenery on the snow field.

Lin Xinglu has become a Golden Core Stage cultivation base.

The aura in the snow field fits perfectly with his water spirit root. When he entered the advanced stage, it was a day when the wind and snow were blowing heavily. There was no epiphany.

It took him ten days to wake up from meditation. When Cheng Jun saw him wake up, he collapsed quickly from exhaustion.

He caught Cheng Jun and propped up the protective shield.

For ten days, Cheng Jun didn't close his eyes, and he ate a whole bottle of Juling Pill before successfully defending Lin Xinglu's formation. Lin Xinglu looked at the row of snowmen left behind them, and felt that his spiritual energy was more restrained than that of the foundation building period. The lake on Fuyunxu Mountain has now become an unfathomable lake outside Daosha City.

He believes that one day, he will become the ocean, embrace everything, and stand at the pinnacle of power.

After his Golden Core, he moved faster and could support Cheng Jun for a longer time to meditate and rest. In a night with only snow and no night, they finally saw a stone tablet.

The stone tablet was as tall as a person. The wind and snow left scratches on the stone tablet, but it still stood tall. The names of two people were engraved on the stone tablet.

"Yao Yiyi, the tomb of Li Dai."

It is not known who buried a woman named Yao Yiyi here, nor who set up the tombstone. There are traces of time on the tombstone, making people know that someone was buried here.

But there is only one peeping stone, how did that person get in?

Lin Xinglu caressed those words, and a sword intent from despair poured into his heart, like a ruthless sword from the past.

"It's here." Cheng Jun let out a long sigh of relief.

"It should be." Lin Xinglu took out Li Dai's bones from the Qiankun Ring.

The bones were put down on the snow by him, leaning against the tombstone, as if in a gesture of reluctance.

Li Dai got out of his bones, and the snowflakes passed through his blue body and landed on the tombstone. He lost the comfort of being in a secret place, and gently hugged the tombstone.

"It turns out that you still miss me, even the stele has been engraved." Li Dai said in a sad tone, weeping in panic.

But he didn't have any tears, so he could only reluctantly rub the word 'Yao Yiyi' on the tombstone again.

"Beside here, dig a hole and bury me." Li Dai pointed to the snow beside the tombstone.

Lin Xinglu looked at the tombstone, wanted to use a bursting talisman but was afraid of blowing up the tombstone, so he found two tools that were not very handy from the Qiankun ring, a knife and a sword, and dug a hole with Cheng Jun and his buttocks. .

The wind picked up again, and if it wasn't for Lin Xinglu's quick eyesight and quick hands, Li Dai would have been blown away, and there would have been one less person digging the hole, but the soil under the snow was cold and hard, like ice bumps, and it was difficult to pry it away with spiritual energy , Cheng Jun had no image at all, his head was sweating profusely, and his snow-white face was flushed red.

"It's great, you can still be together." Li Dai looked at them, recalling the past: "I thought Yiyi must hate me very much, but I didn't expect that she still left her name on the monument. She is too bitter, she wants to hate me , love me again."

Lin Xinglu listened silently without saying anything.

He didn't understand, and he didn't understand. He only thought of a woman, and he came here without fear of being swallowed by the illusory space. He set up a tombstone for himself, dug another hole, and lay down in it.

Before she died, what was she thinking?Is it hate or love?Or let go of everything in this white snow field, and never take it away again.