Chapter 126 Can You Recite Poetry?

About winter.

About snow.

Different people have different definitions of snow.

Talented scholars write poems and lyrics for snow, noble families regard snow as a good omen, and some people love snow scenery and drink tea and enjoy the snow when snowflakes are flying.

But for the people on the border, for the refugees who have lost their homes.

Snow means torture.

The world is silent, all sounds are covered by snow, buried layer by layer, and the only thing you can hear is the whistling wind that makes your body tremble.

Thin clothes and thin bodies can only rely on huddling together for warmth to resist the cold.

The light snowflakes slowly accumulate.

Gradually forming a heaviness that cannot be ignored.

The only good news is that under the leadership of Xu Xi and Wu Yingxue, the refugee team has been getting closer and closer to the entrance of the passage, and they can arrive smoothly tomorrow.

If nothing unexpected happens, tonight will be the last torture.

The refugees shivered and hugged each other, wrapping their cold bodies with the fur, scales and armor of dead demons, or any items they could find.

In this howling snowstorm.

Only Xu Xi and Wu Yingxue, as well as some warriors with blood and qi to protect themselves, were safe and sound.

"Sir, do you know how to cure diseases?"

"A little bit, not much."

"But you said before that Da Gan was sick, everyone was sick, and you could cure this disease. Isn't such a disease difficult to cure?"

"It's not difficult. As long as people who are full eat less and people who are hungry eat more, the disease will disappear by itself."

A small bonfire glowed.

The fire was backed by a huge rock, and the cold wind could not extinguish it. At the same time, it was protected by Xu Xi's qi, providing precious light at night.

Xu Xi sat on the left, and the girl sat on the right.

The two were the strongest people present.

While chatting by the bonfire, they were actually guarding against danger.

After hearing Xu Xi's answer to "curing diseases", the girl was thoughtful, feeling that such a truth was simple, yet inexplicably full of depth.

"Hmm... As expected of you, sir, what you say makes sense."

"Unlike me, I can't do anything."

The girl suddenly sighed.

With her arms behind her back, she looked lost.

Xu Xi smiled, reached out from the campfire, took a piece of burnt demon meat, threw it into her mouth and chewed it slowly.

This is his dinner today.

Dry choking, tasteless, rough and hard to chew.

But this is the only ration for tonight.

"It's okay," Xu Xi's throat surged, swallowed the chewed demon meat, and then looked at Wu Yingxue.

"Yingxue, you have your strengths, you don't have to be the same as me."

"But I... except for martial arts, I can't do anything."

"Impossible, think about it again."

In the dim night, the campfire seemed bright and small, dyeing the girl's hair with two strands of red light.

Xu Xi encouraged the girl in a gentle voice.

So, the girl frowned and thought, and said in a tentative tone: "In addition to practicing martial arts, I might also be able to... recite poetry?"

Xu Xi: "?"

This time, it was Xu Xi who couldn't do it.

It's not that he looked down on Wu Yingxue, but that temperament was simply not associated with the word "reciting poetry".

Could it be that the real person doesn't show his face?

With a rigorous attitude, Xu Xi decided to listen to Wu Yingxue's poetry recitation level first.

"Ah? Do you want to listen?"

"This, me, it."

"Well, let's forget it..."

Sparks flew and dead branches burned.

Under the illumination of the flame, everything around became shadowy, further highlighting the girl's helplessness and embarrassment.

But she was very brave and finally mustered up the courage to recite poetry:

"Horse, you have four legs!"

"People, have two thighs!"

"I, I..."

The volume suddenly dropped rapidly.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became quiet.

Even the sound of wind, snow, and fire became quiet, leaving only the awkwardness spreading in the place.

After a moment.

The two of them jumped to another topic tacitly.

Whether it was Xu Xi or Wu Yingxue, they all ignored the matter of reciting poems.

After all, that level was somewhat advanced.

...

The next time.

The cold wind was still cold, but it was blocked by the blood and could not invade the body.

The invisible Qi spread around the periphery, providing a little shelter for the refugees.

To be honest.

This feeling is very subtle.

In the world of ice and snow, it is obviously blowing and snowing all the time, but because of the long-term repetition of the scenery, there is a trance that time has stopped.

"This winter will be very difficult..."

Xu Xi chewed the demon meat silently, thinking about the next plan in his heart.

At the same time.

He will also explain some of the experience of the acquired rebellion against the innate, to provide reference for the girl.

The girl has been in the blood exchange state for quite a long time, but she just lacks a tiny but crucial opportunity.

Maybe she will break through in battle.

Or maybe she will break through after waking up.

She is just one step away from becoming an innate warrior.

"Here are for you," Xu Xi took out two bottles of Qi pills.

That was the rent the girl had paid, and Xu Xi had planned to use it himself, but the accident happened too quickly, and he broke through the innate realm earlier than expected.

Of course, this kind of pill used to break through the innate realm is no longer suitable for Xu Xi.

Just give it to Wu Yingxue.

"Eh?"

The girl was very surprised. She had never thought that she, who was still paying the rent in installments, could actually receive pills from Xu Xi.

"Are you serious?"

She asked hesitantly.

"Well, take it."

Xu Xi held the pill bottle, stretched out his hand past the campfire, and put it in the girl's palm.

"... Thank you."

Wu Yingxue was stunned for a moment, and quickly thanked Xu Xi.

She was not a person with a pretentious personality.

Knowing that she really needs the assistance of the Qi Pill now, so as to enter the Xiantian realm as soon as possible.

"Sir, you are such a good person," she said with a smile.

He is also a big fool.

A fool who always thinks of others.

The girl lowered her head and looked at the pill bottle in her hand.

The bottle body is smooth, with a typical narrow top and wide bottom shape, reflecting other things in the dim light of the campfire.

There is the girl's own face, the jumping and rising flames, and a thick layer of white snow.

And the vague figure of the man opposite.

Everything.

All twisted and mixed with the flickering of the bonfire.

"Great..."

A gentle voice sounded, praising something.

[The night before arriving at the trail, you talked with Wu Yingxue at night]

[You were shocked to learn that the girl could recite poetry]

[After listening to the girl's poem, you silently stopped talking about it]

[Considering the future battle and the threat of the demon tide, you gave the girl the unnecessary Qi pills to help her break through the innate realm]

[Wu Yingxue seemed very happy]

[At night, she fell asleep with two bottles of pills and a dragon-patterned spear in her arms, and refused to let go for a moment]

[When she woke up the next day, her joy had not diminished at all. When she called you, she always smiled brightly, followed you all the time, and claimed to protect you, even though you didn't need the girl's protection]

[Until you arrived at the trail]

[The tragic scene made the girl retract her smile little by little]