W wandered around the place for a few times, and Feng Ruo finally had to give up collecting the suspected ancient ice marrow under his feet. This kind of thing was still unforgivable. It could not be obtained by just a brute force. Moreover, he was worried that excessive damage would make the owner of Xuanbinghe angry, although he did not know whether the owner of Xuanbinghe had noticed him.

Feng Ruo had a sudden idea of ​​the ancient ice marrow, so he looked around. No matter what, he still had to find a way to leave here. It was impossible to use the purple fire wings to fly out, so he could only find another way out.

There are not many fancy things here. Steep rock walls formed by white black ice stand, like giants. Although there is no outside, it is not black at all. The faint silver light emitted by the black ice shines softly on everything, and no shadow is left in any corner.

Although there were no creatures, there was no strange atmosphere here, and the entire Ice Abyss gave people a very peaceful feeling.

Feng Ruo was not used to it at first because he could not fly here and could only move forward step by step. Every time he took a step, a wonderful tone of different magnitudes and speed would be heard from the mysterious ice under his feet. Whether it was walking tightly or slowly, it would definitely not be messy. Even if he walked casually, the tone could automatically form a wonderful song.

So Feng Ruo's surprise is conceivable. It would be fine if this was really the legendary ancient ice marrow, but if it was created by the owner of Xuanbinghe, it would be extraordinary.

Following the ice abyss, he moved forward aimlessly. In fact, he couldn't confirm his goal, because Feng Ruo was very unfamiliar with everything here, so what choice would he have besides moving forward with a bit of an hour?

The ice abyss has a very large range and the landform is extremely complex. After walking for a while, Feng Ruo suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the front. It was very regular. He was stunned at first, but then he understood. Isn’t this sound the sound of sweeping snow?

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Ruo still walked forward. No matter what, the person who swept the snow in front must be the master of the Xuanbing River. He could not escape when he appeared here.

Bypassing a rock wall, walking through an extremely exquisitely carved ice bridge. The one that appeared in front of Feng Ruo was a relatively spacious, gourd-shaped ice valley. There were two very simple wooden houses in this ice valley, broken and air-splitting. Before these two wooden houses, an old man with both eyebrows and beard was holding a bare broom and sweeping around the ground. Looking at his posture, he was sweeping the snow completely, but the question is, how could there be any snowflakes here?

Feng Ruo stood on the ice bridge in surprise and watched for a long time. The old man ignored him and just took a broom to sweep from one end of the ice valley to the other end, and then swept from the other end to this end, never stopping!

He blinked hard, Feng Ruo felt that the old man had something wrong with his mind. But who made him an uninvited guest? So he still bowed respectfully and said to the old man: "My younger brother Feng Ruo, I have seen senior, and because I got lost, I took the liberty to disturb him. Please give me some advice!"

Feng Ruo said this very polite words for a long time, but the old man was still sweeping the snow on his own and ignoring him at all. He said it even more politely.

But the old man seemed to have not noticed Feng Ruo at all, and just continued to sweep the snow. Feng Ruo looked left and right and couldn't find any clues. He waited on the ice bridge for more than ten hours, but the old man swept the snow still didn't stop, and even the movements were exactly the same. It seemed that he had been sweeping for a long time, and it would take him to sweep it down forever.

Feng Ruo was complaining secretly in his heart. He could not see the depth of the old man who swept the snow, nor did he dare to act rashly, let alone make other moves, but it was not a solution to waste it. So he took advantage of the old man swept the snow and reached the other end of the ice valley and walked across the ice bridge and came to the two dilapidated wooden houses. He could tell at a glance that the two wooden houses had been built for a long time, and there was no one living inside.

After wandering around the two wooden houses, Feng Ruo found a trail that was excavated behind the wooden house, which happened to pass through the ice valley.

Feng Ruo's heart moved and thought that this might be a way out of this place, so he carefully walked up the path. After walking for a while, the path suddenly became steep, which is normal, because after all, it is a valley surrounded by rock walls on three sides.

It can be seen that the trail was very difficult to dig, almost equivalent to digging on a vertical rock wall. Feng Ruo could not fly, so he walked very hard. After spending a lot of effort, he finally climbed a platform along the trail dug on the rock wall. Just when he was relieved, he was stunned because he suddenly discovered that there was a gourd-shaped valley in front of him, an ice bridge, two dilapidated wooden houses, and an old man who was constantly sweeping the snow, everything was exactly the same!

"hiss!"

Feng Ruo took a breath of cold air and asked himself that what he saw just now was not a illusion, and what he saw now was not a illusion, so what was going on?

At this time, he didn't care about saying hello to the old man who was sweeping the snow, and hurried to the back of the two wooden houses. Sure enough, he found a path that climbed the rock wall. He climbed up the path again, but after climbing a platform, he actually returned to the gourd-shaped valley!

At this time, Feng Ruo was still calm and immediately returned along the path of the small path. He had climbed the rock wall twice before, but this time he went down again, he found that he could not find the entrance to the Gourd Ice Valley just now, because after walking through the ice bridge, there was a rock wall. When climbing down the rock wall path, it was a gourd valley. When he got out of the gourd valley, it was an ice bridge, and then it was a rock wall path again. This was a dead knot!

If he couldn't find the key point here, he might have to climb up and down here for the rest of his life, just like the old man who swept the snow!

At this time, Feng Ruo finally understood why the old man who swept the snow was so strange. It turned out that he was not the master of Xuanbinghe, but was trapped here like himself. However, he needed to keep climbing up and down, while he kept sweeping the non-existent snow!

"Huh? Wait! Snow that doesn't exist?"

Feng Ruo seemed to think of something in his heart? He did not continue to find a way out, but returned to the gourd valley and watched the old man sweep around constantly. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.m

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