Chapter 350 Snow Mastiff Man!
"Where?"
You Su asked subconsciously, but the old man didn't hide anything. He nodded slightly:
"In that snowstorm. "
"They didn't take them out?" You Su was a little surprised when he heard this.
"That's right." The clan leader nodded, "Perhaps someone has already discovered the clues and didn't dare to take out those divine stones, so they kept hiding them there and waited for the time to come before taking them away."
"Wait a minute. Wait thirty years?" You Su shook his head, "Then he should find someone to put the Shenhui Stone back quietly instead of hiding it. The reason why the pyroxene was thrown there was simply because he found that the controls on this thing were too strict and it was impossible to take action, so he simply threw it into the snow."
You Su's speculation is not unreasonable. These people can take it. The idea of targeting the Shenhui Stone, which maintains the peace of life in the five continents, is enough to show that they are rotten people who have no sense of responsibility and only focus on profit.
But when the benefits cannot be realized, the divine stone becomes a particularly hot potato and will definitely be discarded. It is simply a fantasy to expect them to be able to send the Shenhui Stone back the way it came.
“No.” The old man shook his head firmly. “Because someone has been guarding there, I said they must have hidden the divine stone there. But specifically why they did this, I do I don’t know…”
You Su nodded slightly when he heard the words. He looked at the old man with raised eyes:
"How long have you been looking for?"
The old man's withered body trembled a little:
"I'm alive To this day, it’s just to find them.”
Thirty years of exile have only resulted in regret and helplessness for that blizzard.
The patriarch lay on the ground, his body completely surrendered, but his head was held high, his eyes as hot as burning.
Like his tribe, his spiritual platform was destroyed. He had lived in this ice and snow for thirty years without any cultivation. His companions at that time had died one after another in the wind and snow, but he persisted to this day. Just to wash away his past sins.
A mistake that brought eternal hatred, Yu Su was silent, he was neither pitiful nor angry, he just sighed:
"What is the name of your sect?"
"Snow Mastiff" Zong." The old man was disappointed, and the hot breath from his mouth was thick in the air.
You Su raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that someone would use the name of a dog to name his sect.
Under the names of many famous immortal sects such as Xuanxiao Sect and Jianlong Palace, a name like Snow Mastiff Sect seems to be an alternative.
The old man raised his head and looked at the bright sun in the sky. There were few clouds in the Arctic. The sunlight was not warm but very strong, and it could tan people's skin.
He has long been accustomed to such a sun. His appearance has changed drastically in thirty years, but he is powerless to stop it, just like he is powerless to stop this changing world...
Once upon a time in Bei Ao The carriages and horses on the island are very slow, the road is difficult and far away, and there is also bone-breaking ice and snow. Those letters, those gifts, those friendships...these important things will be buried by the snow before they pass through the heavy ice and snow to the hands of another person.
The old man's name is Chen Yi, and he is the leader of the Snow Mastiff Sect. The original purpose of this small sect was to travel through the windy and snowy Bei Aozhou and bring hope to those who hesitated before the wind and snow. And the grateful smiles of these people are the only rewards the Snow Mastiff Sect members receive. They are as obscure and selfless as snow mastiffs, just to make Bei Aozhou warmer, so they are named after this.
But with the changes of the times, Bei Aozhou seems to be no longer so cold. People have more and more ways to deal with the wind and snow, and more and more measures are taken to convey important things. Many places even no longer use snow mastiffs to pull goods, but use more efficient crystals or formations to drive vehicles.
Existences like the Snow Mastiff Sect, like the Snow Mastiff, have gradually become marginalized, to the point where they have almost lost the meaning of their existence.
Children in the new era are no longer afraid of ice and snow. So many effective magic weapons to keep out the cold have allowed Bei Aozhou to develop rapidly. Splendid cities like those wealthy continents spread from the south coast of Bei Aozhou to the north. , as if the spring breeze swept across this ice and snow continent.
The number of people who joined the Snow Mastiff Sect with enthusiasm declined rapidly, to the point where the skill of walking through wind and snow was almost lost. The stubborn old men of the Snow Mastiff Sect can only take in and raise those children who were abandoned on snowy nights. They gather together to practice with the purpose of helping those who are weaker.
But Chen Yi could not accept the complete decline of the sect. The inexplicable blizzard in the Arctic snowfield was an opportunity for the Snow Mastiff Sect to stand up again. He began to bring the big shots what they needed across the snowfield, and he never tired of it, as if he could experience the joy of the ancestors in helping people who were helpless in front of the ice and snow. By the way, he also received a generous reward, and it was definitely not a grateful smile.
The Divine Stone was their last order, and the huge feeling of guilt made him realize that he had gradually deviated from his purpose. It is the snow mastiff that brings hope and warmth to the confused people in the wind and snow, those dogs that are called family dogs that the big shots come and drink at the drop of a hat.
‘After completing this last order, I will definitely stop and use the money we earned to help more people trapped by the wind and snow! ’
This is what Chen Yi persuaded himself, but this kind of self-persuasion is no less than a kind of self-deception.
When he realized that he had gone against the Snow Mastiff's intention, it was too late. He had his spiritual platform destroyed, and along with the rest of the sect, he was prepared by the big shots to be the one to take the blame—— Porters became thieves.
He regretted extremely, and his waist was instantly crushed by the guilt of having brought shame to the Snow Mastiff clan for generations. But he must lead the sect's people to survive until the Shenhui Stone is put back in its place, because this is the only way he can think of to remedy the Snow Mastiff's reputation.
But surviving in the Arctic snowfield is far more difficult than imagined, not to mention that they are still mortals whose cultivation has been abolished. Fortunately, even evil spirits hate the severe cold of the Arctic, or perhaps they haven't discovered a gap here yet. In short, only a few evil spirits have come ashore from here, and most of them were really blocked on this side of the snowfield by the blizzard.
The evil spirits are not interested in mortals, but occasionally they will give some charity to worshipers, and of course they need to receive some reward. There is an unwritten rule in the tribe. People who are about to die can sacrifice their own flesh and blood in exchange for some precious food from evil spirits.
The obsession with washing away their sins makes them particularly determined, and these evil spirits cannot shake their faith at all. In this way, relying on hunting and occasional unexpected harvests, they have persisted to this day.
“What about the little deer? If I guessed correctly, the little deer was the sacrifice you prepared for it under the snow-capped mountains that day, right?”
You Su's voice was cold, as if the old man would raise his sword and drop it if he even deceived him.
Xiaolu stared blankly at the old man and You Su. She turned her head again and looked at her mother-in-law and her father who were lying on the ground.
Both grandma and dad shed tears at this time, but the hot tears quickly became dry in the cold wind. The little deer didn't know why, but his heart felt cramped, but his brain was at a loss.
"Little Deer...actually should have died a long time ago..."
The old man buried his head, his voice old and guilty.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaolu's petite body trembled, as if he was frozen in place.
"The little deer died young. She was already dying when she was born. She would definitely not be able to survive that polar night. We worshiped the evil gods in exchange for food. But the little deer's grandma and grandfather broke the rules. The two old men used their lives to buy the deer from the evil spirit to live. Then the two old men became evil spirits and followed the evil spirit away from here, blaming themselves for their incompetence. We only ration the deer in exchange for thirteen years of life..."
"We have always wanted to give the deer a happy time, so we just keep it as a tacit secret. Seeing that the thirteen years are coming. , Xiaolu's father and mother are pregnant with a new child..." At this point, the old man was unable to continue. There were bursts of sobs from the silent crowd, which were the cries of Xiaolu's father and mother. .
The emotions conveyed in the cries are complex and obscure, making people sad.
The little deer seemed to have lost its soul and stood there stunned, and the wind and snow seemed to blow her away at any time.
Needless to say, Yusu can guess the reason why he didn't finish the story later. Sending dying people in exchange for resources is the rule for this group of people to survive. There are no exceptions to this rule for the elderly, young adults and even children. Besides, the sacrifice of the fawn can also give the unborn child some hope of living.
You Su felt that he could not evaluate the quality of all these events. Everything happened for a reason.
Snow is obviously such a pure thing, but if you look closely, you will find that each piece of snow actually has a complex structure, just like the complex world born on the snow.
He looked around. The dilapidated tents, ragged tribesmen, and the hope and despair shining in their eyes formed a desolate and sad scene.
The north wind carried snowflakes and roared across this bitter cold land, as if mocking the fate of these exiles.
The old man took a deep breath and seemed to be gathering courage. "The Shenhui Stone is of great significance to us. It represents the mistakes we made. We want to atone for our sins..." He paused and his voice became harder. "As long as we can return the Shenhuite to its original place, we will die without regrets..."
The little deer regained consciousness, but all the complicated events in her body almost broke the little girl's psychological defense. With a face on his face, he ran away in an instant.
The fawn’s parents quickly got up and chased their sensible daughter. The husband always reminded his wife to be careful about the baby in her belly.
The sad and helpless atmosphere infected others. A young woman held her child and cried silently. The child was young and didn't understand what was happening. He just clung to the corner of his mother's clothes tightly.
You Su looked at them with mixed feelings in his heart. He originally just wanted to leave this desolate land as soon as possible, but he was accidentally involved in the fate of this group of exiles.
"I can help you get back the Shenhuite," You Su's voice was particularly clear in the wind and snow, "but in exchange, you must help me get through the blizzard."
Old Man He raised his head suddenly, his eyes There was a flash of surprise, "Really? Master Immortal, are you really willing to help us?"
"Why are you so sure that I can help you?" You Su asked doubtfully, he said to this group of people He is still haunted by the fact that someone tried to assassinate him.
Of course the old man also thought of this aspect. He crawled forward and buried his head deeply in the snow.
"You don't come from Bei Aozhou, you come from...from the sea that is not blocked by the divine stone..."
Hearing this, You Su quietly clenched the bowl in his hand, but he was very nervous. Almost loose.
Obviously, the only ones that can crawl out of the sea are monsters.
Before killing the monster, the old man still chose to believe him.
"I said, I am not a god," You Su's tone was still cold, but his eyes were softer, "My name is You Su."
"You Su... Immortal Master!" The old man was so excited that he was a little incoherent.
"Let's talk about how to get through the blizzard first."
You Su walked to the fire, sat down cross-legged, and motioned for the old man to sit over, "Such a big pot of venison soup , I can’t drink it all by myself, drink it while it’s hot, don’t waste it.”
The patriarch raised his head tremblingly, his eyes were no longer cloudy, nor only filled with burning sincerity, but became much softer. It can be seen that he is grateful to the young man in front of him from the bottom of his heart.
The tribesmen also gathered around. Originally, they were just members of the same sect, but after thirty years of acquaintance and coexistence, they became tribesmen.
The clan leader sorted out his thoughts, walked to You Su, pointed to the vast white patch in the distance and said, "That blizzard is not an ordinary snowstorm, it is more like a barrier, blocking all creatures who try to cross it."< br>
The vast expanse of white in the distance looks like a giant beast devouring everything, which is daunting.
“When our ancestors lived, there were such rough blizzards everywhere in Bei Aozhou. They studied for hundreds of years before they found a breathing method that could survive in it, called "Snow Breathing"
The old man explained and demonstrated.
He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. The air exhaled from his mouth did not turn into white mist, but quickly dissipated in the air.
"The key to snow breathing is to absorb the air in the gaps between snow and snow. This air is thinner than ordinary air, but also purer and can resist the erosion of blizzards."
He slowly He exhaled and pointed at the breath he exhaled and said to Yusu.
As if to convince You Su, he actually made an exaggerated move -
"Master You Su! Eat first!"
After saying hello , the old man leaned down and buried his whole head in the snow at his feet.
You Su almost thought that he was seeking death out of spite, but when he saw that none of the tribesmen around him seemed to want to save the old man, he could only watch quietly.
The old man was as motionless as an ostrich in the snow. It was not until the hot soup in You Su's bowl turned cold that You Su couldn't bear to pull the old man out, fearing that his body would also become cold.
Unexpectedly, the old man was not dead and frozen there, but actually breathing under the snow.
During the patriarch’s explanation, the surrounding tribesmen had different expressions. Some people were wary of You Su, a young man of unknown origin. They talked in low voices with suspicion in their eyes. Some people are full of hope. They are eager for Yousu to help them retrieve the Shenhuite so that they can atone for their sins and return home.
You Su drank the venison soup in one gulp and looked up at the sky covered by the wind and snow.
He knew that there were more secrets hidden behind this snowfield, and he was about to step into this unknown territory.
(End of this chapter)