The land of Jiuzhou is in the north, Changbai.

The north wind is like a knife and snowflakes are fluttering.

Murong Haoyue carried Su Nansheng on her back and looked at Changbai, who was sealed by heavy snow to the mountain road. Before this, he had never seen snow, but was not dazzling by the snow at this moment.

For some reason, his heart was already cold when he first stepped into Changbai.

"Senior brother, let's go." Xiao Haochen reminded: "The pure yang true energy condensed by the crane will not last long in the wind and snowy days."

"Okay." Murong Haoyue also released her true energy and stepped into the mountains.

The snow fell very densely, covering the mountains and blocking the road. The snow fell on their fiery true energy and dissipated into mist, blocking the two of them's vision.

The road ahead was unavailable for a long time, and Murong Haoyue suddenly stopped and looked at the heavy snow that was blown by the bitter cold wind.

"Senior Brother?" Xiao Haochen was silent for a moment and called out.

"Don't make a sound." Murong Haoyue pressed her voice very low.

Xiao Haochen was puzzled and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Murong Haoyue: "Someone is practicing swords ahead."

The person who practiced the sword seemed to notice an uninvited guest and stopped practicing the sword. The heavy snow that was slanted by the wind also turned into a vertical fall.

When the two raised their heads, they found that there was one person standing on the road ahead.

His eyes were as sharp as the edge, and his whole body was pitch black, and it was extremely dazzling in the snow. A few strands of white hair floated outside the felt hat. He was holding an extremely ordinary silver sword in his hand, but the sword was filled with a shocking sword light.

"Who is coming?" The boy's voice was neither angry nor complaining.

Xiao Haochen bowed and said, "Wudang Master Xiao Haochen, I'm here to ask for snow lotus."

Murong Haoyue glanced at Xiao Haochen, "Murong Haoyue, a disciple of Wudang Sect, came to Changbai to ask for the snow lotus, hoping that the young hero could let go."

"The man from Wudang?" The young man suddenly stopped and hugged the silver sword in his hand behind him, as if he had the intention of drawing a sword.

Murong Haoyue felt the faint breathing behind Su Nansheng, and her heart was trembling. She was ready to fight with her life in an instant. Even though she no longer had the red dust box, her inner breath was still chaotic, but for the sake of the chance of her beloved...

The boy was still expressionless, but he used a sword.

The sword is usually uncommon, just a normal downward slash.

But this sword cut off the falling wind and snow, and then cut the knee-dead-lost snow, tearing out a barren mountain road below.

The boy withdrew his sword, as if he had drawn a sword, without any extra movement.

"Give you an hour, whether it blooms or not, leave after taking it, don't disturb me practicing swordsmanship." The boy's tone was still cool.

"Otherwise, you will be dying."

This sentence sounds very arrogant literally, but it is less arrogant when it comes to the boy's mouth, as if he is talking about something ordinary.

After he left this sentence, he disappeared into the snow.

Only the snow sludge that was rolling wildly on the ground was left.

After a while, the snowflakes fell again.

Xiao Haochen looked at the young man’s location just now and fell into deep thought, “This young man’s swordsmanship…”

Murong Haoyue didn't say anything to him, "Let's go."

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, falling densely, just like the drizzle that fell on the Qinhuai River that year, awakening half of the pond of lotus flowers in the snow and moon building.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, "A Yue, where is this?"

The voice was very calm, but Murong Haoyue's body suddenly trembled, "This is Changbai. Anan, how are you?"

"Changbai..." Su Nansheng said: "Please let me down. I'm a little tired when I lie on your back."

Murong Haoyue helped Su Nansheng down.

As soon as Su Nansheng's shoes touched the snow, the pure yang energy on her body melted the snow and ice. The blood-red wedding dress looked particularly bright and dazzling in this white area.

"A Yue." Su Nansheng suddenly called out.

Murong Haoyue looked at Su Nansheng.

"I still remember you said five years ago that you would go shoulder to shoulder with me to see the scenery of the desert, and also to enjoy the falling snow." Su Nansheng looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and his beautiful eyes were particularly bright.

Murong Haoyue took her pulse, and after realizing that there was nothing abnormal, she said, "Don't talk. After picking the snow lotus, everything will be fine."

Su Nansheng shook his head and said, "I want to take a rest here."

Murong Haoyue nodded and said to Xiao Haochen: "Junior brother, can you please pick the snow lotus on the way forward?"

"I have no choice." Xiao Haochen nodded slightly and continued walking forward alone.

After watching Xiao Haochen leave, Su Nansheng reached out and took a palm of snow, watching the snow melt in his palm, "When I think about it carefully, this magnificent white snow scene has a unique charm compared to the snow scene in Qinhuai, Jinling."

"Has it snowed in Jinling?" Murong Haoyue asked.

Su Nansheng nodded and recalled: "When I first entered the Snowmoon Tower ten years ago, it was snowing heavily, and the snow was very cold. And the day after you left Jinling that year, it also snowed heavily in Jinling, but it was very warm."

"The snow is cold and warm?" Murong Haoyue hesitated slightly.

"What is cold is not snow, but people's hearts; what is warm is not snow, but people." Su Nansheng smiled softly, his face was very shy and cute, "Yuelang, today you and I will appreciate Changbai together and watch the snow fall together. This love and scenery are very beautiful. Is it good to marry me here?"

Changbai Mountain does not have the charm of Qinhuai, nor the elegant charm of Xueyue Tower. And Su Nansheng, a woman in the world, blooms stoically in this loneliness like a lonely rose, which has been pouring for five years with the watering of spring water.

Murong Haoyue nodded immediately and said, "Okay."

"Heaven and earth are above, and the ancestor is above. I, Murong, wish to marry An Nan as my wife, live together until old age, and never leave her."

Su Nansheng struggled and nodded, his voice gradually became tired: "I, Su Nansheng, would like to marry A Yue as my wife, and would like to accompany you for the rest of your life..."

Then, she spit out blood from her mouth, soaking the snow, sad and desolate.

When Murong Haoyue saw the dazzling blood color, she was shocked and hurriedly hugged Su Nansheng tightly, "What's wrong with you!"

Su Nansheng sobbed: "A Yue, I'm afraid I can't get out of this snowy place."

"Don't talk!" Murong Haoyue patted Su Nansheng's back with her palm, "I will bring you true energy to keep the cold!"

However, yin and yang are combined, and yang and yang are repelling each other. Murong Haoyue’s six-line true energy was rejected by the pure yang true energy on Su Nansheng’s body.

"It's not cold? Why is this happening! How can it happen?" Murong Haoyue's voice became more and more desolate and desperate, "The pure yang true energy on your body has not dissipated yet, how can it happen?"

Suddenly, Murong Haoyue saw a red light coming from her skin, and a roar came from her body. She listened carefully, as if she was crying when she was sending her to her close relatives.

Murong Haoyue opened her eyes unwillingly, "Is this? The crane blood lotus? How could it be in my body?"

Su Nansheng smiled hard, "A Yue, Master Xiao told me that day that the bell solver needs to protect the bell. You have protected the flower for five years, and the best destination for this flower is you."

"No, no!" Murong Haoyue's tears flowed, and she raised her head and roared, "Xiao Haochen, get over here!"

"Get over!"

However, the only answered him was the flying wind and snow.

Su Nansheng's tone became lower and lower, but it was also trembling: "A Yue, you don't have to blame him, he is also for you. If I hadn't met you in this life, I would have just been a rootless floating floating in the world. It is because of meeting you that I have roots."

Murong Haoyue calmed down, hugged Su Nansheng tightly, and burst into tears.

"I am so happy that I can become A Yue's wife at the end of my life. It's a pity that the vast and boundless desert of Xizhou and Penglai, which are constantly waving, need you to see it for me."

After Su Nansheng blocked Yan Jiwei's palm in Xueyue Tower five years ago, the hidden disease left behind became more and more intense. Not long ago, she blocked the thunder disaster in the Muhuai Palace and left the hope of life to Murong Haoyue. Since then, she has been exhausted, but she has to hold on until now, just to express her heart to her lover without regrets.

Murong Haoyue shook her head suddenly, "No, you can't leave me alone!"

Su Nansheng tried hard to hold up his smile, "After I die, you will find another good girl and let her accompany you to see the scenery in this world."

"I don't want it! I just want you to be my wife!"

"Don't be stupid." Su Nansheng smiled, "Can I sing a song for you?"

Murong Haoyue nodded desperately, pointing very hard, for fear that Su Nansheng would not feel it.

Su Nansheng lowered his eyebrows and sang in a gentle voice: "I advise you not to cherish your golden thighs, and I advise you to cherish your youth..."

The crying shook the world.

"It's really sensational." Xiao Haochen held a blooming snow lotus in his hand, hid behind a ravine, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The elegant rhyme is still enough to say, but it dissipated in the vast Changbai with the wind and snow. Murong Haoyue still hugged Su Nansheng, like a pair of blue birds snuggling in the snow.
Chapter completed!