Master of the rivers and lakes

Chapter 480 Memories
In the midst of this flash, the long sword in Gu Zhen's hand has already drawn a circle of silver light, and it fell towards Wu Shan's second short boss as a hood.

Wu Shan's second short boss was startled and angry, and took three steps back one after another, holding the iron hand in his right hand and hitting straight into the air, while pushing his palm out with his left hand at the same time.

Although he was condescended by Gu Zhen, his iron hand was already hard, and he swung his iron hand to hit Gu Zhen's sword shadow, hitting one after another, making a whirring noise.

The palm wind pushed out by his left hand seemed to form an invisible air wall in front of him.

Under the double defense of iron hand and palm wind, the circle of sword light that Gu Zhen volleyed down was actually blocked by him.

One uses all his strength to pump his fists, and the energy is like a tide, and the other sends a sword in the air, and the glow of light flows.

At this moment, the two looked evenly matched, and for a while, their figures alternated and flashed randomly.

Wen Qing kept paying attention to Gu Zhen in the carriage. Seeing the current situation, she also knew that Gu Zhen had a [-]% chance of winning.

Therefore, she also stared at the dense forest beside her.

Because, the senior brother said there is another person there.

And Immortal Pipa, who was recuperating, was also surprised when she saw Gu Zhen's swordsmanship.

After being stunned for a while, Pipa Immortal smacked his lips and said to himself: "This Master Gu's swordsmanship is really outstanding.

No wonder he can have such a reputation at such a young age, and let that person spend so much effort to win him over, tsk tsk tsk, I am so envious of the old man. "

After continuing to look at it for a while, Immortal Pipa shook his head again and said: "You are young after all, and you still have the mind to play, but you are young, I don't know if this Wu Shan Er short is not good at running, why should he accept such a job. "

After finishing speaking, Immortal Pipa chuckled and said to himself: "It seems that the second dwarf of Wu Shan is not well-intentioned.

Simply, the car department. "

At this moment, in the woods on the side, on a big tree.

There was a man standing there quietly holding a sword.

His somewhat profound gaze looked through the mottled leaves in front of him at Gu Zhen, who was fighting with the second shortest boss of Wu Shan.

After seeing Gu Zhen's swordsmanship, he, who had no expression on his face, said softly, "It seems that you can indeed kill him."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and recalled half a month ago when he was in Heizhao Mountain.

[Memories~]
half a month ago.

Because Heizhao Mountain is high, it has already snowed on the mountain.

On that day, it actually snowed more than usual at this time of year.

The snow only started to fall last night, and it only took one night before and after.

But each piece of it is as big as a goose feather, and in just one night, the ground is full.

There are mountains, there are lands, there are forests, and naturally there are valleys.

It didn't miss any place above the half-level of Heizhao Mountain, even if it was an inconspicuous corner.

As for the lower part of the mountain, the snow is only gradually getting smaller.

The north wind blows like a ghost crying, let alone standing in the wind, just listening to the whirring sound can make people shiver all over.

Snow is both lovely and terrifying.

In the eyes of elegant people, it is pure white and crystal clear, embellishing the world with pink makeup and jade, and there are poetic materials everywhere.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it makes people unable to go out.

It is difficult to travel, and it is also difficult to earn a living, so I can only shrink in the house, worrying about the brazier.

Especially for the woodcutters in Heizhao Mountain, they can't think of anything cute about snow.

Moreover, what worries them the most is the mud everywhere after the snow melts.

They absolutely can't think of the beautiful sentence of turning into "sludge" to protect flowers. What they think is:
It is even more difficult to chop wood.

The slopes of Heizhao Mountain are already covered with snow.

In fact, there used to be a road here, and it was a firewood road.

But now the road was gone, and there was only foot-deep snow left.

Of course, there are a few old trees on the side of the road shaking and struggling in the cold wind.

A gust of wind brought a gust of snow, and the snow was blown down from the branches by the wind, but soon another layer was covered.

The cycle repeats.

Looking carefully, there is a person standing under the first tree on the left.

And he was standing upright.

This person is the one who watched Gu Zhen and Wu Shan's second short boss fight in the woods.

What was he doing in Heizhao Mountain half a month ago?
And it was still snowing like this.

I saw him under the tree with his hands hanging down and his feet separated, standing upright.

Like a stone statue in this snowy mountain forest.

The strong north wind on the mountain can blow away everything on the ground, but it can't blow him.

He is neither tall nor short. He only wears a jacket and has splashes of ink that look like black.

A wide belt is tied around the waist, and a wide, sharp, famous sword inlaid with precious stones is pinned to the wide belt.

He didn't know what his sword was made of. It was snow-clear, cold, wind-cold, and snow-cold. The light emitted from the sword was actually three points colder than snow.

As for why his sword has no scabbard, no one knows.

People in Jianghu only know that when this person appeared, his swords were always without scabbards.

Someone guessed: Maybe he thought the scabbard was too troublesome.

Someone guessed: maybe the scabbard was destroyed.

Someone guessed: Maybe the scabbard was given away as a token of love.

Some people also speculate: maybe he didn't want the scabbard to block the gemstone on the sword.

……

There are many guesses, but no one knows which one is right.

Some people may know, but not let more people know.

His hair was simply tied up in a bun.

The wind was so strong, but his hair was not messed up at all, not even a single thread flicked.

That face, thin, but not revealing.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, straight nose bridge, square mouth, handsome, but also revealing fortitude, but there is no expression on his face.

His famous sword is colder than snow, and his face is colder than his sword.

The old tree beside him swayed in the wind.

But he stood there still motionless.

Looking at him like that, he didn't mean to lean against the tree, not at all.

No one knew why he was standing here, and it was still in such a blizzard.

No one knew how long he had stood in this snowstorm.

No one knows where he came from.

Because, there is not a single footprint around him, far or near.

In the snowstorm, his legs were almost completely submerged in the snow below the knees.

But there was no snow on his body, not a little bit.

If it weren't for the steam coming out of his nose when he breathed, anyone would think he was a stone statue.

Even if you think of him as a person, you will think that he is a frozen person.

What's even more strange is that beside him, there is a long wooden box lying horizontally.

The wooden box was painted red and could be long or narrow to accommodate a person. One end was larger and the other was smaller.

Speaking of which, no one should think of it as a box.

In fact, this wooden box is a coffin, and it is also a finely painted red coffin.

The coffin was covered, and the snow piled up high.

But in the coffin, it is not known whether there is anyone.

At this moment, in Heizhao Mountain, there seems to be only such a strange person and this fine coffin left.

(End of this chapter)