Chapter 113

Gu Hongying has been in this icy and snowy place for more than half a month. The boy who was chained on the platform has only woken up twice. One time was when the principal brought him here, and the other time was when he chanted a spell and pretended to teleport outside the mountain wall.

This is the third time.

Gu Hongying met his eyes. Her eyes, which were distinctly black and white and somewhat penetrating, stared straight at him. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Gu Hongying didn't know why, but she suddenly felt sad.

How big a mistake or crime must one have committed to receive such a harsh punishment? Chained up in the freezing cold, unable to live or die?

"...Practice well..."

The young man spoke, his voice was so light and floating that it seemed like it could be blown away by a breath. On his skin that seemed more transparent than ice and snow, the long red tassel on his right ear hung down, dazzlingly bright.

For some reason, Gu Hongying felt that the tassel looked like a sword tassel.

The elder of Kunlun Mountain is called Shixu and the young boy is called "Xiaowan". Could he also have the surname Shi?

Timing, late.

Early morning is the beginning of the day, and late evening is the end of the day.

Looking more closely at his appearance, Gu Hongying was surprised to find that the resemblance was not 50%, but 70%.

The head of Kunlun Mountain...could she be Xiaowan's sister?

Gu Hongying felt his mind was in a mess, and at this moment he missed Yu Tu very much—

TuTu is still the best!

Good-looking, good personality, reliable, except for being a little shy occasionally, he is simply awesome as a friend!

It can also turn into a cute little tea tree seedling!

The most important thing is, TuTu is not a mystery teller QAQ!

Yu Tu, who was missed by Gu Hongying, sneezed in the dormitory.

Yu Tu rubbed his nose, sighed in despair, and continued to pick up an ancient book from the side. This was transmitted by him using energy. Two people are always faster than one person. I hope I can find some clues in these ancient things.

The situation in the surface world this time is so serious that Yu Tu has a vague feeling that the comics may not be hidden for much longer.

Thinking of the dark history of Gu Hongying in the comics...Yu Tu observed a moment of silence in advance for Yingying who was still cutting chains in the snow.

I hope that when social death spreads to the whole world in the future, he can adjust quickly.

Yingmen.

Yu Tu found nothing while flipping through the books, but Buyehou found a box filled with various formations at the bottom of an antique shelf.

Yu Tu opened the box, and inside the box was a scroll of old ancient paintings. In addition to the formations inside and outside the box, the wooden poles, the paper, and even the ropes that tied the paintings were also arranged with formations. After this period of cramming, although Yu Tu could not accurately name the formations, he could roughly see the types of these formations—they all belonged to the forbidden type of formations, which had very high requirements for the person who arranged the formations, and were mainly used to keep some easily damaged things.

Judging from the complexity and number of the formations, this ancient painting should be no different from when it was first painted, but now in Yu Tu's eyes, it is as fragile as the puff pastry on a freshly baked cake, which will crumble at the slightest touch.

Yu Tu was even a little helpless.

He carefully took the painting down and placed it on the table, then carefully untied the rope and very, very slowly unfolded the painting.

The moment he opened it, he thought it would be an ancient authentic work or a masterpiece by a famous artist, but it turned out to be an old... painting?

The pigments in the painting may be the juice of some flowers and plants and the powder of minerals. Some of them have faded, while others have not.

Yu Tu tried hard to identify it for a while, but his mind was full of questions.

The gray-green ball in the middle has limbs and a head. Is it a person? Or a stick figure wearing clothes? Is the one on the left a red bird? Is there a faded earthworm on top? Is the one on the right a white snowball? A white dog? Is the dark black behind the white some kind of creature or a dark stone?

Yu Tu was in a fog.

Is this abstract art?

When he chooses elective courses in a few days, should he take painting as a minor? Not to mention how good he can paint, but at least he should be able to appreciate paintings and understand the thoughts and feelings conveyed by the painter?

Yu Tu stared at the damaged lines and tried hard to restore them in his mind, but no matter how he tried, he felt that the painting looked like a child's doodle.

Is it necessary to use so many magic arrays to protect a graffiti? It's like protecting a precious treasure.

Yu Tu stood in the long and narrow corridor, looking at the antique display shelves that stretched to the end. Most of the things on the shelves were covered with dust, and some were already rotten, but one could still vaguely see their former glory.

For the first time, he was filled with a strong desire to explore who was the former owner of this teahouse?

*

"Ying, Hongying's physical examination results are very good." Jiang Jiang was almost brainwashed by the overwhelming "ying ying" in other people's reports. She flipped through the paper with densely printed characters, "His training can be more diffuse and targeted. We can't keep him in Kunlun's cold domain to fight against Lianhen. That will do more harm than good to his growth."

She raised her head halfway through her speech and said, "Ah Xu, are you listening?"

Opposite Jiang Jiang sat the headmaster of Kunlun, Shi Xu. She had her back straight and a sword across her knees, and it seemed as if the whole room was filled with the light of swords.

Shi Xu raised his eyes, and his voice was as cold as her, as if he had no emotion or warmth: "Send him to Kunlun, and I will teach him myself."

Jiang Jiang paused as he flipped through the medical report: "I'm not that crazy."

"You haven't cultivated the ruthless way well. You shouldn't have chosen this path. It would be better for you to cultivate the supreme forgetfulness of emotions." She sighed, "You can't hold back your emotions. Be careful not to let your inner demons grow."

The ruthless way is not the same as what is written in novels. Those who practice this way must cut off all emotions and love, and even do all sorts of messy things like "killing one's wife to prove one's way" or "killing one's husband to prove one's way".

The ruthless way is more like an "extreme way". People who practice this way will gradually become less selfish, and they will be closer to the "Tao". Being ruthless seems to be affectionate, and being affectionate seems to be ruthless.

"I have been practicing this way for eighteen years and have not noticed any flaws."

"Yes." Jiang Jiang said coldly, "It took eighteen years to transform from a human into a block of ice. It's pretty flawless."

"Gu Hongying won't teach you. If you really leave him in Kunlun, you will harm him one day." Jiang Jiang lowered his head and continued to read the information. "A Xu, people's hearts are not made of iron."

It's like you haven't set foot in the cold region for eighteen years.

Time was silent, and then in a blink of an eye, she disappeared.

After a few seconds, Jiang Jiang suddenly felt an unusual fluctuation. She looked up and found that time had disappeared.

Then, except for the table in front of her and the chair under her buttocks, the other tables and chairs, and the decorations on the wall, all turned into fine powder in an instant. The once good conference room was instantly left bare and destitute.

Jiang Jiang: “…”

"Time!" She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "I told you not to hold back your emotions, not to take it out on my conference room!"

*

"Achoo--Achoo--Achoo!"

Gu Hongying sneezed three times in a row.

He rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who is talking about me? Mom?"

After coming back from that messy physical examination, he found that he absorbed spiritual energy more quickly, as if he had an acceleration buff. The irregular metal fragments that could only be condensed into the size of a fingernail before were now as long as half a finger. Gu Hongying suddenly wanted to pinch the irregular metal blocks in front of him into a small sword according to his mind, but after his spiritual power was exhausted, he could only pinch out a bunch of weird things that he couldn't even recognize.

"Self-refining a sword embryo... is not a one-day job..."

In the icy snow, Gu Hongying suddenly heard a vague human voice. He was shocked because he didn't realize it was the young man on the platform.

The light here is always constant, with no distinction between day and night. Gu Hongying uses the most primitive method—the alarm clock.

He glanced at the clock next to his sleeping bag. It should be one in the morning. He was so busy playing with the metal that he lost track of time.

But it is really rare that the boy on the platform woke up during the day and also woke up at night.

Feeling that he was in good spirits today, Gu Hongying asked tentatively: "Senior, do you want me to chat with you?"

Although the boy looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, Gu Hongying thought that the boy should be older than him based on the eighteen years he heard when he first came in.

By now, he had lost the concept of day and night. He just felt that the Frost Region was more lively than in many years.

The child brought over by Sister Wushuang was a little talkative, but not annoying. Regardless of whether he was awake or listening, he chattered a lot. He even tried to put a hot pack on the wound to see if he could melt it—even though he knew very well that it was definitely not ordinary ice.

He asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Gu Hongying was lucky enough to meet someone who was not a riddle teller for the time being, so he asked excitedly, "What is your name, senior?"

"My name is Shi Wan." Shi Wan spoke slowly, trying not to startle the sword tassel beside his ear. "I was... a disciple of Kunlun."

Talking seemed to be a great drain on him. After resting for a long time, he said, "Considering my age...you can call me uncle..."

Gu Hongying: “…Ah?”

"Can you please stop calling me uncle?" he asked sincerely, "Can you call me brother?"

Facing this face that was much younger than his and even looked a bit like a boy, he really couldn't call him "Uncle".

"It's up to you..." Shi Wan blinked slowly, fatigue gradually appearing on his face. "I know you have a lot of doubts. If one day, you can break all the chains... you will naturally know..."

Gu Hongying: TAT

Please, could you please stop being riddle tellers?

In the icy snow, he saw the tired look on Shi Wan's face becoming more and more obvious, with a sense of exhaustion. Gu Hongying opened his mouth, but in the end did not ask any further questions.

It doesn't matter!

He consoled himself that at least he had a direction to work towards, and he hoped that by next month, he would be able to cut a little through the ice chain!