Xie Xihe didn't tell anyone.
In the midst of ice and snow, three small black dots suddenly appeared. They moved from far away to near, and finally turned into three figures.
From left to right.
Xie Xihe, Xie Xuan, and Nan Muzhi.
Nan Muzhi rubbed his red face from the cold, turned his head to look at Xie Xihe beside him for the umpteenth time, and sighed for the umpteenth time: "Comparing yourself to others is frustrating. Sister Xihe, are you really not cold?"
Xie Xihe was too lazy to even answer him. After deducing it again in his mind, he slightly adjusted his direction and walked out.
It has been three days since I left after taking my last course, but there is still no news about Sheng Shijing.
But whether it was out of trust in Sheng Shijing or intuition, the voice in her heart told her that he was fine.
Just stuck somewhere for some reason.
Since he can't come back for the time being and can't contact her, she will go find him.
It took three days to travel from China to the edge of Antarctica, and now they were very close to the center of the pole.
The night is endlessly long.
The phone had automatically shut down because it had no charging equipment. Xie Xihe looked at his watch and it was already past five in the afternoon.
Once night falls, the temperature will only get lower.
"The next research station is just a short distance away. Let's go there to replenish supplies and rest first." Xie Xihe said, and walked out first.
Xie Xuannan Muzhi followed resignedly.
Fortunately, the three of them have different physiques from ordinary people, and they have all practiced ancient martial arts. Even Nan Muzhi, the weakest one, only feels cold, but with the ancient martial arts protecting his body, he will not suffer from hypothermia or even faint.
Another hour later, a square building with red and yellow colors came into view. It was Kunlun, China's last station in Antarctica.
The head of the Southern Mu clan breathed a sigh of relief, swept away his previous fatigue, and immediately quickened his pace and rushed forward.
Damn it!
Although Nan Muzhi had a crow's mouth inherited from his ancestor Zhang, as the youngest disciple in Xuanmen, he had been a well-known favorite in the sect since he was a child.
The greatest suffering he endured was being kicked from the top of the sect master's hall to the foot of the mountain by his own uncle. He accidentally broke his leg and had to lie in bed for more than a month.
Every now and then, I was assigned by my senior brothers and sisters to sneak into the back mountain, and every time, my master forced me to practice in the training pool, and I almost lost three layers of skin.
There was also the fish that was caught while stealing from the Tianchi Lake and accidentally fell into the lake in panic. There was also the peeping master practicing and being slapped by the master as a thief. There was also the clearing of land and waking up from a doze to find himself hanging on a tree and swinging...
In short, to sum up.
Nan Muzhi firmly believed that he was the most favored young disciple of Xuanmen. He was loved by his master and uncle, and loved by his brothers and sisters. Even the ancestors showed special concern for him. He had never suffered such a hardship before!
Woo woo woo.
Why is there such a place out there? It’s even more terrifying than the training pool!
But he was freezing to death!
Nan Muzhi rushed to the supply point in two steps. When he was about to push the door, it opened from the inside and a slender figure appeared in his sight.
Nan Muzhi suddenly stopped moving.
The temperature was over forty degrees below zero, and even people with high cultivation levels like Xie Xuan and Xie Xihe put on thick coats and wrapped themselves in them.
But the girl in front of him was only wearing a skirt.
Covered in layers of white gauze, she looks ethereal and beautiful, but she must be really cold, right?
Nan Muzhi was stunned for several seconds, and finally couldn't help asking: "Sister, aren't you cold?"
The girl's face, which was already stiff from the cold, froze. She looked at Nan Muzhi expressionlessly, and finally slammed the door shut.
Nan Muzhi: “…”
A questioning voice faintly came from inside the house, and the girl said in a cold voice, "He's just a pervert."
Nan Muzhi: “???”
He is so angry!!!
When Xie Xihe and Xie Xuan came closer, they saw Nan Muzhi stamping his feet in anger and coldness, but he didn't know how to knock on the door again. Suddenly: "..."
It's really stupid.
Xie Xuan pulled Nan Muzhi behind him, and Xie Xihe walked past them and prepared to knock on the door, but before he could raise his hand, the door in front of him opened again.
This time, the person who appeared in front of him was not the girl from before, but a man.
When their eyes met, Xie Xihe and the other party were both stunned.
The man was wearing a light blue robe, as straight and slender as a bamboo and as vigorous as a pine tree.
His eyebrows were not as clearly defined as those of many men, but were curved with a slight arc. From a distance, they looked as hazy and beautiful as distant mountains shrouded in mist, softening the toughness of the man's face.
He has a pair of peach blossom eyes stained with red, but his pupils are as black and shiny as lacquer. When he looks at people intently, it gives people the illusion that he only has you in his eyes, especially when there is always a hint of smile in his eyes, which makes people feel good about him.
The nose is like a hanging gall bladder, and the face is like a crown of jade.
There is no doubt that the man has an extremely handsome face, not tough, nor overly feminine, and his whole body exudes a warm and gentle aura.
That was a completely different temperament from the gentleness that Huo Yunze pretended to show. His gentleness emanated from his bones and was innate.
But what made Xie Xihe look at the other person with favor was not his outstanding appearance and temperament, but his vaguely familiar eyes.
The girl from before appeared at the door again. Xie Xihe glanced sideways and immediately recognized her - Xie Lingyun, the ancient martial artist Xie.
Her gaze fell on the man again. His appearance and age, something was already clear.
Xie Xihe's eyes flickered.
Across from him, Xie Chujun was also staring at the girl.
The girl was wrapped in a thick coat, with a red knitted hat on her head, and most of her face was buried in layers of scarves.
But even if only half of the face is exposed, it is enough to catch the eye.
Especially at this moment, she was deep in the ice and snow, a little lower than them. When she raised her eyes, her pair of peach blossom eyes were extremely sparkling, and her glass-colored pupils reflected the ice and snow in the sky, which was extremely beautiful.
Xie Chujun's heart trembled for no reason. Without even noticing, his hand, which was hanging by his side, gently hooked up. He subconsciously raised his footsteps: "You..."
"Father."
A weak and tender voice came from inside the house, like a small stone dropped into the lake, breaking the calm and awakening the dazed people.
Xie Chujun pinched his fingertips to suppress the sudden upheaval in his heart, turned his head and replied softly, then turned his gaze back and smiled: "It's cold outside, everyone, please go inside first."
Xie Lingyun frowned, thinking that the room was small and already full with just a few of them, wouldn't it be even more crowded if a few more people came?
But before she could finish her words, she met Xie Chujun's smiling eyes. Xie Lingyun paused and finally went back into the house with a cold expression.
"Let's go." Xie Xihe loosened his clenched fingertips and stepped forward first.
Xie Xuan opened his mouth, but in the end he just looked at Xie Xihe with a complicated expression.
The three of them entered the house.
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