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Zhao Shitu was alone again.

Mountains are connected to mountains, vast and boundless, only the lake water can't see the edge, and the figures of the two people are quickly submerged by the wind and snow, and they can no longer see each other.

Every moment is the last moment of life. When death is approaching, people become extremely greedy, so they bid farewell to Shangguanqing, and he fell in love with his warmth again.

He wandered between the water's edge and the ridge, looking for a shady and windless place.

The water is salty, it cannot be entered, and it will not freeze. The road is uneven. He dragged his tired body, dizzy and hungry, and only relied on a belief to support his body.He seemed to have returned to many years ago, escaped from the raging flames of war, and groped and fell in front of the gate of the wild temple in the suburbs.

His luck has always been good, maybe this time, he can also find a miracle.

In his field of vision, he caught something shining, hidden in the gap between two rocks, a layer of pure white snow fell on the ground, so white as to be spotless, in the middle of that snow field, there was a shining spot thing.

Ice lotus strain - this was his first reaction.

He ran over quickly, squatted down to check, and backed away in astonishment when he saw the shining thing clearly.

That is not a flower plant, but a shining sharp weapon.

It was too late, he felt a numb pain in his neck, and a strange heat spread along the back of his shoulder, making his mind more and more heavy, gradually unable to open his eyes.

It was a hidden weapon. He realized that he had been hit by a hidden weapon, and he was horrified. However, he couldn't resist the dizziness that followed. He only caught a black-clothed figure in the fading field of vision.

He stumbled and walked a few steps, and finally fell on his back. The last image left in his eyes was the clear sky.

There were no traces of flying birds in the sky.

Shangguanqing saw the fire.

From a distance, he saw thick smoke rising into the air. The violent smoke and dust were definitely not produced by firecrackers.

The smoke and dust came from behind, on the other side of the ridge, the direction the two came from.

The direction of the station!

Shangguanqing's whole body trembled, as if his chest was being pressed down by a boulder.Fear spread its hands and choked his throat.

He ran wildly, climbed up the ridge again, and rushed to the way he had come.

Zhao Shitu walked with him on the road when he came, and it only took a while to finish. Now, that road seems long and boundless, as if it will never run to the end.

His mind was blank, and he didn't dare to think about what accident happened, why this snow-covered land boundary was ablaze for no reason.What does this fire have to do with Zhao Shitu?

He finally crossed the ridge and ran in the downward direction. Halfway, he saw the source of the thick smoke clearly.The post station next to the post road is burning.

The houses of the inn are all made of wood, which can't stand the fire, and have been plunged into a sea of ​​red. The surrounding heat waves are billowing, and the smoke is endless. The frightened horses fell a few steps away from the stables, neighing unceasingly.

Shangguanqing immediately ran over and stopped beside the horse. Only then did he see clearly that the poor horse had its front hooves cut off. The place where the forelegs should have been was empty, and blood kept gushing from the cut section of the wound. .

It was stuck in a pool of blood, and it let out a heart-piercing sound from its mouth, its round eyes stared in the direction of the wooden house, and the eyes were full of muddy tears.

Shangguan Qing also looked at the burning wooden house, and saw a figure in the flames.

The man fell to the ground, almost covered by smoke and dust, only a corner of his slender white clothes was exposed.

The moment he saw it clearly, the blood all over Shangguanqing's body was frozen into ice, and he rushed into the wooden house recklessly, completely ignoring the raging fire.

No matter how good the martial arts are, people will never like the feeling of being burned by fire. What is more terrifying than fire is the thick smoke that chokes the nostrils.

But Shangguan Qing didn't care, even his clothes were wrapped in flames, his hair was scorched, he didn't care about anything.He wholeheartedly wanted to rescue Zhao Shitu from the sea of ​​flames, but naturally he didn't notice that, in addition to the usual choking smell of sulfur, there were also some strange smells in the hot smoke.

It was the smell of burning herbs.Zhao Shitu collapsed in the middle of the wooden house, completely unconscious, Ziyun Ding was in his hand, and there seemed to be endless space in that small container, and smoke and dust continuously emptied out of it.

Shangguan Qing didn't pay any attention, just squatted down, picked up Zhao Shitu by the waist, and pulled him into his arms.

The wooden house is not big, and the door is just a few steps away behind him. It is strange that Shangguanqing can't stand up, and then he notices that there seems to be something in the thick smoke, which is sucking the energy in his body.

Trembling, he held the person in his arms tighter, struggled to stand up, and just took a step, then fell to his knees on the ground again, coughing unceasingly.

The flames had already reached Zhao Shitu's body, as hot as a knife. Zhao Shitu fell into Shangguanqing's arms weakly, his shoulders twitched a few times, and he let out a painful hiss from deep in his throat.

If this continues, he will definitely die in the fire.

This thought was like a thunderbolt, shaking Shangguan Qing out of the chaos. He let out a low growl, and finally propped up his knees, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards the door.

"Hold on, hold on..." He said in an inaudible voice like the person in his arms, using a begging and desperate tone.

Zhao Shitu's eyes were closed in pain, and he didn't respond to his words at all.

As if it took a lifetime, he finally stepped out of the wooden door of the inn. It wasn't until his nostrils were stung by the cold air that he was convinced that he had finally left the hellish flames behind.

But his hell wasn't over yet.

He knelt down on the ground again, put Zhao Shitu down, then covered his chest, and took a deep breath.Every breath was like a sharp knife, cutting open his chest. In a trance, he seemed to see himself dripping with blood.

He slowly opened his eyes and really saw blood in his sight.

Blood stained the blade, and the knife was held in a human hand.

The man with the knife looked down on him from above, and said coldly, "I really underestimated you. I never thought that you would come out alive under such circumstances."

"...It's you!" Shangguanqing raised his head, and when he recognized the identity of the person, he couldn't help being shocked.

He resisted the feeling of dizziness and nausea, stood up staggeringly, stood in front of Zhao Shitu, and drew the knife out of its sheath at the same time.

He had to do this in order to protect the person he had just rescued from the sea of ​​fire, because the visitor had not concealed his hostility at all, and had pointed the tip of the knife at his heart. The knife had almost killed the two of them.

It was Matou who came, and he really didn't understand why they were caught by the tail of Yashamen after they had clearly deceived everyone.

Ma Touzhan seemed to enjoy his astonished expression, and looked at him with playful eyes: "At this time, you still want to be a hero to save the beauty, and you don't even think about who killed him first. I think you should give up, there is no Binglian at all." This kind of thing."

"I...don't believe it." Shangguan opened his other palm tremblingly, and he really held a flower in his palm.

The white flowers have narrow and long petals, shaped like cicada wings, clean in color, stretching out around the receptacle, tender and ready to drip, as if condensed by ice crystals, and will shatter at the slightest touch.

It's just that the thin flower plants were separated from the rhizomes and trembled in the wind, as if they were panting softly because of pain, looking weak and vulnerable.

Even Matouzhan's eyes widened. He didn't need to hide his face in such a remote place. On his ugly and ferocious face covered with scars, there was a look of surprise.

The peerless flower born in the extreme cold is really so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

His emotion didn't last long, and he turned back to the enemy on the opposite side.He is a murderer, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, it has nothing to do with him.From the very beginning, life exists only to wither.

Shangguanqing took a deep breath, feeling that his internal organs were about to burn, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "How did you know about the ice lotus plant! How did you find this place?"

Ma Touzhan said coldly: "Not only do I know this, but I also know a very important thing. Even if you find the ice lotus plant, you can't cure your own disease, you can't cure your own poison, because you lack the other three herbs .”