Chapter 963 Dreaming back to the hut

Hu Yiqian raised his head suddenly, and when he raised his head, he exclaimed in surprise.

Tong Laosan was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Hu Yi's expression changed bitterly. He stared at Tong Laosan's back in a daze, and said in a trembling voice: "Behind you... there is a poisonous insect!"

Tong Laosan hurriedly turned around to see. There were no poisonous insects on the ground behind Tong Laosan. The poisonous insects were still staying in the big iron cabinet.

Tong Laosan's expression changed bitterly, and he had already smelled the breath of death. Tong Laosan turned around, and the long sword in Hu Yiqian's hand stabbed into his heart like a poisonous snake.

Tong Laosan grabbed the sharp blade with both hands, and his face was twisted in pain. He stared at Hu Yiqian tightly, with his eyes mostly angry and disbelief. He stared at Hu Yiqian, as if saying, "You killed me like this?"

Hu Yiqian looked at Tong Laosan coldly.

Tong Laosan hissed: "Are you... a person from Baiyijian?"

Hu Yiqian didn't say anything, he drew his sword suddenly.

The sword was pulled out and blood squirted wildly.

Tong Laosan covered his chest with his hands and fell to the ground.

Hu Yiqian stared at the blue stone under his feet, and he stomped three feet suddenly.

With a muffled bang, the heavy stone door suddenly opened.

Hu Yiqian walked out of the door quickly.

The door of the stone chamber suddenly closed again.

In the dark stone chamber, countless poisonous insects surged out of the big iron cabinet like a tide. In just a moment, Tong Laosan was covered by poisonous insects layer by layer...

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The north wind gradually rises, the sky is covered with red clouds, and the vast earth and the deep sky merge into one. Time and space seem to have stopped running. In this condensed world, it only gives people a feeling of chaos and confusion.

The bitter cold wind raged until dusk. As soon as the wind stopped, the snowflakes flipped in the air and smashed towards the earth. In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were already white.

In front of me was a secluded hill, and there was a secluded cottage next to the foot of the hill. In the distance of the cottage, there were several families.

The snow was rising and falling heavily.

In the distance, a man in green came walking on the snow. The man wore a hat. The hat was pressed down very low, covering his entire face.

who is he?

where is he from?

What did he do here?

There is a small bridge in the distance. This man is standing alone at the bridgehead.

Half vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water.

The water is thin and the mountains are cold. I didn’t expect that the flowing water under this small bridge would be fresh.

The flowing water is gurgling.

Opposite the small bridge is the lonely little house.

The lights are on in the house. On this windy and snowy night, a little light can warm the hearts of the wanderer.

The man in green looked at the lights of the cottage from afar, and he seemed to see Yiren's petite figure, his pale face, and his melancholy eyes again.

The snow on the bridge was covered with thick layers. The wind wrapped the snowflakes, making the world vast.

The man in green sighed, and he suddenly walked across the bridge. The footprints on the bridge were soon covered by heavy snow.

The cottage is dotted alone at the foot of the mountain.

There was a light in the cottage, and a petite girl sat under the light.

The girl's face was pale and her melancholy eyes stared at the candlelight on the table. A little boy sat at the top of the table, practicing calligraphy attentively.

Snowflakes hit the window.

The little boy gently placed the brush aside, rubbed it and froze its hands.

The man in green stood in front of the window, staring at the girl's pale face through the gaps in the window.

The girl's little face suddenly rose. The man in blue trembled because he had seen the girl's melancholy eyes. Those eyes were filled with sadness and pain. The man in blue was tingling. He knew that the blows and tortures the girl suffered these days.

The little boy tilted his head and suddenly said, "Sister, I don't want to practice calligraphy anymore."

The girl was startled and hurriedly said, "Why?"

The little boy said seriously: "Practicing calligraphy cannot kill bad people. Only by learning kung fu can you avenge Brother Luo."

The girl was stunned. He grabbed the little boy's hand. Before he could speak, tears fell like pearls with broken threads.

But the little boy panicked: "Sister..."

Outside the window, the cold wind roared and the snowflakes danced. The sky and the earth were pitch black.

The man in blue raised his head and looked at the dark sky, tears quietly slid down his cheeks.

A gentle cry suddenly came from the hut.

The man in blue was in a state of great pain again. He suddenly turned around and rushed into the boundless darkness like crazy.

The man in green was running wildly in the snow.

The cold wind cut his face like a knife, but he couldn't feel the coldness. At this moment, a ball of fire burned in his heart.

The lights in the cottage were already in a very distant place, but the man in green still dared not turn around. He was afraid that he would not help but rush into the cottage.

There was his dream in the cottage, but he was afraid that the dream would break again as soon as he went back.

At dawn, the wind storms and the snow stumbles. The world is silent.

The man in blue stood in the snow, not knowing the direction or knowing the process, but he came to a small temple.

The door of the small temple is closed, but the only small window is open. There are broken spider webs on the window.

In the snow in front of the temple gate, there is an old plum tree.

The old plum lies in the snow, and the fragrance is so strong.

The man in green leaned against the old plum blossoms, scenting the snow on the plum blossoms and the plum blossoms under the snow.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom.

When everything is frozen for thousands of miles and withering, it is the time when plum blossoms bloom quietly.

The man in green sighed. He sighed at the tenacity of the plum blossoms and also sighed at the loneliness of the plum blossoms.

Morning light first appears.

The man in Qing cleaned his messy hair, shook off his ice flowers, and walked by the small temple. The man in Qing suddenly stopped and looked at the snow in front of him in surprise.

On the snow in front of him, there was a pair of faint footprints. Next to the faint footprints was a shocking red color. The man in blue looked around. The surroundings were white, and there was no trace except his own footprints. He was searching in the snow and suddenly stopped in front of the gate of the small temple.

At some point, a string of blood was sprinkled on the steps in front of the temple gate.

The man in blue frowned and fell into deep thought.

There may be people hiding in the small temple.

Those two faint footprints were seven feet away from the temple gate. Those who could jump seven feet away were either peerless masters of light skills or monsters.

The person hiding in the small temple is likely to be seriously injured. The place where he hid in this secluded small temple is likely to be avoiding the pursuit of enemies.

The man in blue suddenly clenched his fists because he suddenly discovered that a group of people had appeared two miles away from the small temple.

The group of people were walking towards the man in blue.

The man in green stood in front of the small temple. He raised his hand gently and pulled the hat lower.

The hat had completely covered the man in blue. But through the gap in the hat, he could clearly see the group of people.

Two people in the head stood in front of the man in Qing, and four or five men in the martial arts world with swords and swords were left, all looking at the man in Qing with vigilant eyes.
Chapter completed!