Kneel down, the protagonist of Fish Lips!

He has been in this place full of ice and snow since he was conscious.

The surrounding mountain peaks were covered with frost, and the biting cold wind blew on his body fiercely like a knife.

Looking at the scene here, my mind is full of confusion.

Who is he and where is this?

My mind was empty, and I calmly looked at the vast expanse of ice and snow in front of me.

He stretched out his finger subconsciously, and a sharp sword light shot out, cutting off the top of the mountain in front of him.

With his toes lightly stepping on the ground, his body followed the cold wind and flew to the platform that had been cut off from the top of the mountain.

Subconsciously sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes, absorbing the spiritual power around him.

The movement is natural and smooth, as if it has been done thousands of times.

There is no passage of time in his eyes.

Sitting upright, closing his eyes, as if this is what he should do in his life.

As if this is a long time in the sky.

On an ordinary day, the person who looked like a sculpture of ice and snow slowly opened his eyes, and two cold lights shot out from his cold eyes.

There was a change at the foot of the mountain.

Here, for the first time, a human being other than himself appeared.

The person who came was a rough man who broke in by mistake, with the same fluctuations as when he was practicing.

"Why did this fellow Taoist choose such a cold place to practice, it's really too cold"

"I don't know what sect and school your friend and teacher come from?"

The man boldly asked him about his background, but he just looked at him quietly with those calm eyes, as if his whole body had melted into one with the surrounding ice and snow.

No answer.

The man was not annoyed either, he laughed and continued talking while jumping his feet because of the cold.

"Haha, brother, I accidentally set the wrong location when I used the teleportation talisman, and teleported here directly."

"I don't know where this is?"

"Looking at Fellow Daoist's appearance, I know that I have been here for too long, and I have no popularity at all. Do you want to go down the mountain with me?"

Eyes covered with frost lightly looked at him for a moment.

"Okay", the ice-like voice was cold and piercing, blown away by the biting cold wind, and slowly dissipated in the world.

The bustling secular world at the foot of the mountain seemed to be different from him.

Whether it's laughter or beating and scolding pain, it seems that they are separated from him by an invisible barrier.

There was no fluctuation in my heart.

He didn't understand their emotions, and he didn't know why those people's moods fluctuated so much.

Everything in the secular world made him incomprehensible.

Turn away.

On the way back, he met four cultivators who wanted to kill him.

A cold light was set off casually, and the four people's dantians were shattered, and Daoxiao died.

He wanted to leave with a calm face, but found that there were some fluctuations in those people that made him a little concerned.

Raising his left hand lightly, some objects with fluctuating spiritual power floated out of those people and landed on his palm.

The days when I returned to the iceberg were the same as before.

But one day, when he was practicing, he discovered a trace of space fluctuation on the iceberg in the distance.

A fiery red thing fell down.

He flew down from the cliff, floated in mid-air, and took the little thing into his palm.

The fiery temperature that has never been touched has been scorching into the peaceful heart from the palm of his hand, making it twitch inexplicably.

A never-before-seen but familiar bitterness slowly permeated.

The small ball was held in the palm of his hand, and he did not move for a long time.

Time seemed to have stopped this time and stopped beating.

"Would you like to worship me as a teacher?" he heard himself say.

Since then, there has been a little guy with a temperature completely different from his own in his life.

Noisy and lively.

However, he didn't have the slightest resistance to this, and it was not like when he was in the secular world before, although he could hear it, it was hard to hear, and he was always separated by a barrier.

He slowly covered his chest.

It's warm there.

That fiery red not only adorned the snow mountain, but also warmed his heart.

Having never had a name, he suddenly wanted to give his apprentice a name, a name that he could call from time to time.

He gave the little guy a completely different name from his lively personality - Ning.

Crowned with an inexplicable surname - Ye.

It was as if he had recited it silently in his chest thousands of times.

Unreasonable but very natural.

The little guy loves it.

He found Yaozu's kung fu for the little guy, watched him practice, and watched him make little progress.

It can be seen that the little guy is afraid of the cold, but he likes to snuggle up against his neck.

He didn't stop him, but just channeled the spiritual power in his body to raise the temperature of his body.

The fiery heat that almost scalded his heart somehow reassured him.

He could see Ye Ning's attachment and admiration for him.

The heart lake, which has always been calm, slowly began to fluctuate, and some sour and warm water slowly poured into it.

Is this the feeling in the secular world?

He didn't understand the various actions of the people at the bottom of the mountain before, but now he can slowly understand.

He wants to protect this little guy.

Let him be safe and sound, without any harm.

He is his apprentice, and even his relative.

The only relative.

He chewed the word slowly, and his eyes gradually became warm.

He wants to give the best to this child by his side.

Day by day, he watched the little guy's cultivation grow day by day, and watched him speak.

Watching him imagine himself in human form expectantly.

He didn't care if the little guy was in human form or would always be what he is now, but seeing the excited look of the little guy, he gradually began to look forward to it.

Finally, Ye Ning has enough spiritual power and is about to hit the Jindan stage.

The mighty Thunder Calamity struck down mercilessly, but the Thunder Calamity, which usually can be extinguished by one hand to him, seemed extraordinarily terrifying at this time.

Clenched fists revealed his current nervousness.

When the tribulation thunder faded away, a young man in red with a beautiful face appeared in front of him.

For some reason, an inexplicable panic suddenly jumped out of my heart.

This panic also popped up from time to time when he got along with the little guy afterwards, which made him a little unable to calm down.

Slowly, his attitude towards Ye Ning became indifferent.

But what he didn't know was that his attitude would actually cause such great harm to the little guy.

Looking at the teardrops slowly falling from the little guy's eyes, he felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard by a needle, and the pain was very clear.

"why cry"

"Master, you don't like me anymore, you just ignore me!" Ye Ning complained.

"No dislike"

He couldn't tell the little guy how he felt, and felt a bit dull in his heart.

How could he not like him, he wished to put all the good things on him.

It's just that he couldn't understand the inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"I have something to travel in January"

He didn't want the little guy to be hurt because of his emotions, he needed to be alone and think about it.

Seeing Ye Ning's unbelievable expression, he felt a pain in his heart, but he still turned and left.

However, he didn't know that leaving like this would be a farewell forever.

Picking up the mirror stone buried in the soil, spiritual power poured in, and a picture suddenly flashed in midair.

He watched the scenes of the little guy after he left.

Watching another young man hold the little guy in his arms and kiss lovingly.

Watching two people fight and flee.

Watching them finally disappear into this world with a gesture of hugging.

He slowly put his hands on his chest.

It's kind of empty there.

He put the mirror stone in his arms, and came to the Zitai Xianzong in their mouth.

An ice sword rushed out of his hand.

Bingjian bumped into the mountain gate and rushed in without any hindrance. A moment later, there was a loud noise.

The previously solemn sect instantly turned into a burst of powder.

The sound of wailing and cursing continued to reach his ears.

Indifferently evacuating the spiritual power in his body, endless snow and ice shrouded the sky above the Immortal Sect of the Purple Terrace, and when the snow and ice fell, everything disappeared.

Leave a wasteland in vain.

He returned to the iceberg indifferently, looked at the white snow, and saw a fiery red figure in a daze.

The scene suddenly changed, and he saw a bamboo forest in a daze.

A somewhat clumsy figure was wielding a long sword stiffly.

Panting, he stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned to look at him with a bright smile on his face.

"Little Yezi, have I made some progress this time?"