Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

1. Ziwei Daoist

**Please remember that this is a RAW machine translation.
Snow has been falling all night.

Kunlun is covered with snow all year round, the main peak reflects the dark sky, and in the misty mountain top, heavy snow roars, and the snow foam is like pine needles, rooted on Chu Fan's thin shoulders.

She didn't feel cold, she just felt like she was going to die.

Since the seal of Chiyuan was broken, the elder brother disappeared, and Shushan fell, it was ten days ago.

Ten days ago, as usual, she was weaving sword spikes for Brother A.

Chu Fan was chaotic and pulled out an object from his chest, it was a sword.

The sword's body was as clear as water, and the blue and white tassels made a soft sound, and the lines of the white deer wandering in the forest were slightly flooded.

The sword spirit still has sanity, and A-xiong is not dead.

"Bai Ze... Bai Ze... Stop using your spiritual power." Chu Fan tightened the sword in his arms, pressing his thin chin on the white spike on the hilt, and continued to walk into the deep forest.

She could no longer make a sound, her voice was dry and flat, and every breath seemed to form a layer of frost in her throat. 

"Chu Fan, a disciple of Shushan, ask to see Daoist Master Kunlun Ziwei..." Chu Fan shouted over and over again, although his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"Disciple Chu, Chu Fan, please see... Master Ziwei."

Kunlun Ziwei, who did not belong to her era, was a rumored figure.

In the early years, when the Three Realms were in chaos, Chi Yuan emerged as an unparalleled demon body. The demons were suppressed for too long, and wherever they went, they were all broken arms and stumps, and scars were everywhere.

Wars raged everywhere, the demons were raging, and many talented people and talents were captured and became the souls of the dead.

When everyone's hearts were ashes, it was Ziwei Daochang who came out from the sky, slashed all directions with one sword, and re-sealed the demons back under the blazing abyss with one sword. Opportunity.

As for why he is hidden from the world, no one knows.

Chu Fan moved slowly, his calf submerged in the snow, and he was already unconscious. There seems to be a restriction in the deep forest, and the more you go inside, the more oppressive you become.

Something seemed to be choking her chest, and she tried to breathe, but she couldn't catch her breath.

The coercion continued to invade, and it only meant a warning, but it still turned into a substance, firmly grabbing her throat.

Kunlun has long been known as a forbidden land, and Daoist Ziwei announced to the world many years ago that he should avoid the world and seal the mountains and not see the world. Her trip really meant breaking the boat.

But she had to try, Shushan fell, Chiyuan barrier was broken, and her brother was captured by the demons. She thought about it, only Kunlun could save her.

At this time, she hated herself immensely, why she was a mortal, why she didn't understand magic, why she couldn't protect her brother, and why she was a waste!

If you have spiritual power, even if you just practice qi, you can touch the ban and find a way forward. Not now, like a cornered, disoriented clown.

Goose snow is bigger.

Reason told her that she should find a shelter from the wind, and after the heavy snow had passed, she could see the Big Dipper on the horizon, and then set off again.

But... Chu Fan touched his chest, and the light from the sword's body slowly dimmed, slightly more than the snow on the ground.

Bai Ze was about to fall asleep.

She clutched her cloak tightly, stuck her crutches into the snow, and walked forward without hesitation.

"Master Ziwei! Mr. Ziwei!"

With the severe pain in her chest, she screamed with all her strength, and her voice sounded even more sarcastic than the jaundice in the distance.

The cedar was soaring into the clouds, Chu Fan continued to walk there, the piercing cold wind soaked through her bones, and the tinnitus was bursting, she could hardly bear it anymore.

There was a sharp pain in her throat, she coughed hoarsely, and a large stream of blood ran down her chin into the snow.

Chu Fan looked at the bright red snow on the ground, his vision gradually blurred.

At the juncture of life and death, she actually wiped a hand on her chin and covered the blood on Bai Zejian.

"So much blood, wasted..."

She can stay in Shushan as a mortal, except for the blessing of her brother, all relying on her rare spiritual veins and blood.

The blood gathered into a trickle, and gathered in one place, unexpectedly converging into the shape of a Daoyin.

Chu Fan's heart jumped, and he took a sword and slashed a knife in his palm, and the blood flowed faster.

There was some cold light from the snow, wrapping her whole body, weaving it into a criss-crossing white thread, densely packed.

Ban backlash.

Bai Zejian suddenly lit up and led her back.

After all, she slowed down a bit, only to see a sword attacking head-on, with a high momentum, with a "swoosh", there was a tendency to strike with a star, and it stopped in the middle of her eyebrows in an instant.

She could even feel the cool chill coming from the tip of the sword.

The coming person has a clear posture, E Guanbo belt, his left hand is folded into a fist, his right hand is tied with a half-arm white gauze, and the twenty-four rounds of Kongtong are condensed in the palm of his hand and slowly pushed into the ground.

The knot was back in place, and the sky was bright.

Before she lost consciousness, she heard the man's voice, which was like rustling snow.

"Kunlun sees no guests."

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Kunlun Mountain, retreat from the cold.

The residence is wide and square-shaped, with countless jade mirrors embedded on the walls, which cannot illuminate the person, but only a blurred shadow.

This person has a high nose and thin lips, a red mark on the center of his eyebrows, a slightly pale complexion, thin eyelids, and extremely thick and cyanotic eyelashes. In the silence of Xiaoxiao, there were only a few mottled fireflies on the side of his face, flickering brightly and darkly, giving birth to some eerie meaning.

His hair and clothes were messy, and he was dressed in a crow-blue Taoist robe. His wide sleeves were stacked on the crook of his fair arms, and blood was flowing down his fingertips.

If Chu Fan is still awake, she must be shocked.

The slate made a "swoosh" sound, and the blood was red and black, like sulphur, and it devoured a small pit on the floor.

The man paused for breath, and after a short breath, he began to be restless again.

The immortal bone on the chest radiated a faint white light from the inside out, twisted and twisted strangely, penetrated the flesh and blood inside, and slowly wrapped the demon soul with deep evil energy.

He had a demon heart.