System Crisis

Chapter 163 The Snow Disaster Once in Ten Thousand Years!
Shang Qi rode a horse, and spent a few days growing a mustache like a steel needle. At first glance, he would never have guessed that he was that cold-faced young man.

He rented a thatched hut near the imperial mausoleum, and walked around the mountain behind the imperial mausoleum every day. After a few days, he had a good look at the guards of the imperial mausoleum.

"I hope it's true."

Shangqi recalled the scene at Drunken Niu Mountain, and the flesh and blood healed by itself.Shen Lu was afraid of being seen through the secret.

There are also different understandings of life and death that she revealed intentionally or unintentionally.

Far away in Drunk Cow Mountain.

Daoxian crossed a hurdle, turned his head and extended his hand to Qingya, "Master, be careful."

Qing Ya squinted her eyes, took a look into the mountain, put on Dao Xian's warm and dry hand badge, lifted her Taoist robe with one hand, and stepped carefully to avoid stepping on the air.

"I'll go into the mountains by myself."

Daoxian didn't say anything, but the footsteps he followed were enough to show that he didn't think so.

"obedient."

"Master, I'm here, it's safer." Daoxian didn't mean to change his mind.He walked ahead by himself, holding the scabbard wrapped in cloth, and pushed aside the dead wood and weeds on the road ahead.

Qing Ya took a look at his shoulders which were quite generous, and the babbling baby was already an upright man.

It’s no longer the time when you have to hold hands to walk smoothly.

The feeling of twilight clearly came to mind.

Qing Ya shook her head to keep up, the corners of her mouth curled up in an arc, feeling, but not much sad, more comfort, and a kind of peace of mind.

The secular world has been ups and downs for many years, thanks to his presence.

The winter of this year in Zhouyou Kingdom was exceptionally long.Until March, it still often snows.It looks like it can't be finished.

Reports from all over the country were falling like snowflakes on Luojue's desk in the imperial city earlier, but later, there was no follow-up in ten and a half months.People were sent to help the disaster, but in the end, no one came back, and the court hall was half empty.

Finally, people found something was wrong.The rare snowstorm has already crushed most of the Zhouyou Kingdom.

The neighboring countries are already covered with mountains and flowers, but Zhouyou country seems to stay in winter forever.

Daoxian carried baskets of snow from the door of the tree house to the cliff and poured it down without making a sound.All the winding mountain roads were stepped on by him.

It's strange to say that it's snowing non-stop, but Drunken Cow Mountain is still lush and green. The trees here won't be frozen to death by the snow, and the animals live well on their own.

When the sound of jingling zither came from the mountain, Daoxian knew that the master was calling him, and turned back along the mountain road again.The formation here has not been broken yet, but Qing Ya has deduced the path of Shengmen according to the sixth volume of "Tai Wei", and it is not a problem to walk on weekdays.

He remembered that there were two places on the road that grew a kind of wild vegetable that was not afraid of the cold. It should have grown a second crop, and he could take it back to make soup. After all, it would be better to go down the mountain in two days.

On the tree house, Dao Xian proposed to inscribe the words, and then Qing Ya took the lead and carved the plaque by himself, Hall of Eternal Life.

Although he didn't know where Master's attachment to longevity came from, he never discouraged it.He could almost imagine that it was a situation that no one could touch.Qing Ya is different from those in power in the Changsun family. He pursues longevity for someone, not for prolonging his own life.

Qing Ya was in the house, the candles were warm, she just put away her pen and sat in front of the piano stand, fiddled a few times.

The slender fingers rest on the strings, as if they were born with such elegance.

Daoxian looked at the door a few more times, his face was flushed, he slapped himself with the back of his hand, and said: "Master, let's drink wild vegetable soup today."

Qing Ya smiled slightly, nodded, and rolled up her sleeves to help him.

"I have gained a lot today, I will talk to you after dinner." Probably because there is no one else in the mountain, Qingya talked more than before.Apart from meditating and studying formations every day, I just discuss some mysterious things with him every day.

Daoxian glanced at the man beside him washing his hands and making soup. In the mountains, he had grown a beard. On his chin, it was about two inches long.On the contrary, compared with the coldness before, it is a bit more gentle and elegant, which makes people feel close to each other.

(End of this chapter)