Cannon fodder and the book-wearing hero's Shura field

After Chu Jingchuan entered the door, the surrounding scene changed, the brick walls blurred and finally disappeared, and Lu Xiuyuan had disappeared.

There is a snow mountain ahead, a vast expanse of whiteness, which seems to have no end from a distance.

"Lu——Xiuyuan?" He stepped on the snow and turned around. The moment the name was called the exit, he felt a little strange.

He froze for a moment, pursed his lips and shouted again: "Lu Xiuyuan."

But no one responded.

The whole mountain is silent, and no birds are heard.

Chu Jingchuan stepped onto the mountain path, brushed his white robe lightly, and the snow between the pine trees fell on his neck, making it slightly cool.

He stretched out his finger to touch the snow mark, and was taken aback.

It seems that, a long time ago, he often walked through the mountain road, and every time he passed by, there was always snow falling.

At this moment, he looked up at Matsuma, and said in a cold and friendly voice: "Not coming down yet."

Thinking of this, Chu Jingchuan raised his head suddenly, but there was nothing but snow among the pines.

He laughed at himself, is this being haunted?

He reached out to brush the snow off his shoulders, and continued walking along the mountain path.

The sky suddenly began to snow.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a small courtyard suddenly appeared in the wind and snow.

Chu Jingchuan frowned and walked in.

The small courtyard is very clean, with a tall sycamore tree growing in the center.

There was a couch under the tree, and a white-robed man was lying halfway under the tree. The sycamore tree had luxuriant branches and leaves, just enough to cover the falling snow all over the sky.

The man has long hair and shawls, and his eyes are cold. When he rests with his eyes closed, he looks like a snow sculpture without temperature.

Miss Li?

Isn't Ms. Li a girl?

Chu Jingchuan suspected that he was disguised as a man, and wanted to see clearly, so he walked a few steps further.

He just stood still in front of the couch, suddenly, a shadow flew past in front of his eyes, and fell into the man's arms.

Take a closer look, it turned out to be a red fox.

That fox's whole body was fiery red, its hair was shiny and shiny, it didn't look like anything in the world.

Chu Jingchuan tasted something wrong, whose illusion is this?

Where is that Miss Li now?

He frowned, and his gaze shifted to the man and the fox again.

The man opened his eyes the moment the fox jumped into his arms, his black eyes were deep, and his tone was somewhat reproachful: "It's snowing, and you're running around again, don't you want your claws?"

That fox is a savage, after listening to the man's words, he pressed his two paws on the man's front with evil intentions.

The man squinted his eyes, let it sit like this, and asked in a cold tone for a while: "Where did you go to play again?"

The fox turned his head, his ears twitched, and pointed to the back mountain.

"Just know how to play," the man flicked his fingers on its head, and said, he stood up and put the fox on the couch.

There was a pile of green bamboo leaves under the sycamore tree. In just a moment, the bamboo leaves burst into flames with a puff.

The man held a small boiler in his hand, and put some fresh bamboo shoots and ham in the boiler. He put the things on top of the bamboo fire, turned his head to the red fox and said, "Come here and warm up."

After hearing this, the fox jumped up from the couch and landed beside the fire.

It stretched out its paws, and before it got hot, it was slapped by the man.

The fox looked up in a daze, not knowing why, and stared at the man with big eyes.

The man said calmly, "Do you want to eat roasted fox feet?"

After a while, it finally realized that it had hair on its paws—it was flammable...

It pursed its lips and moved away from the stove.

Chu Jingchuan watched it from the side, but saw that it didn't just stay aside honestly, but suddenly grew taller, and suddenly turned into a little boy of eleven or twelve.

The boy was wearing a red coat, and his hem seemed to be a bit long, sweeping the ground, he ran towards the man with his calves, shouting: "Helian, Helian."

Hearing this name, Chu Jingchuan was stunned.

Crane lotus?

Lord Helian of Daze Mountain.

He Lianjun returned to the bed again, he half raised his eyes, looked at the boy, "Did you go to the back mountain to find that dragon again?"

The boy rolled his eyes a few times, and finally nodded reluctantly under He Lianjun's gaze.

He Lianjun said softly: "Why do you keep looking for it?"

"It's nothing, just play with it." The boy squeezed He Lianjun's sleeve, "You don't want to play with me."

"Play?" He Lianjun waved his sleeves, and a phantom appeared in the air, and in the phantom was a dragon with a blue nose and a swollen face.

"Can you make this dragon look like this?" He looked at the boy shallowly.

The boy was pierced, and he lowered his head. After a long while, he heard him say in a very immature voice: "Who made him almost eat me?" Sleeve, said softly: "He Lian, don't be angry, I won't hit him next time, okay?"

He Lianjun pursed her lips and remained silent.

The boy seemed to be frightened, tears welled up in his eyes, and within a moment, the tears fell down like big beads.

He Lianjun was finally defeated in those tears, he sighed, "I'm not angry about this."

The boy looked at him with tears in his eyes.

Jun Lian said: "You are not afraid that he will break free and eat you again."

"Not afraid." The boy smiled, "He Lian is here, so I am not afraid of anything."

The sky was gloomy, and the snow was still falling.

The burning flame is vigorous, and the fresh bamboo shoots are steaming in the copper stove.

Looking at this scene, Chu Jingchuan felt an unknown emotion churning in his heart.

"Brother?" A voice rang in his ear.

The voice is low and carrying, very pleasant.

Chu Jingchuan turned his eyes to look.

In the snowy mountains all over the sky, the man was dressed in red, holding a green bamboo umbrella, standing not far away like a green pine.

There was a smile between his brows and eyes, and the color of his body, which should have been gorgeous, became sharper because of his deep facial features.

The whole person has a kind of aggressive and fierce handsomeness like moths flying to the flame.

Chu Jingchuan was stunned for a moment, and he came back to his senses when Lu Xiuyuan came over and brushed the fine snow off his shoulders.

"You...how do you..." He muttered.

"I don't know," Lu Xiuyuan knew what he wanted to ask without finishing listening, and he said, "It's like this when you come in."

Chu Jingchuan looked at him.

Lu Xiuyuan covered the two of them with an umbrella, approached him suddenly, leaned into his ear and asked, "This is my original appearance, Senior Brother, do you look good?"

Chu Jingchuan tilted a few inches unnaturally, and moved his eyes away. Compared with Lu Manman in women's clothing, his appearance is more eye-catching.

He can't lie, after a long while, he nodded stiffly and said "um" in a low voice.

Lu Xiuyuan didn't expect him to be able to answer, so he froze for a moment, then he pulled the corner of his lips slightly, and looked in the direction Chu Jingchuan was looking at.

The copper stove was still steaming and steaming, and the snow-capped mountains were blurred in the distant view.

The people under the tree became very clear.

Lu Xiuyuan looked at it for a while, then suddenly said, "That person," he said with narrowed eyes, "I seem to have seen it before."

The author has something to say: Brother Lu, beware of senior brothers being jealous!