The middle-aged man drank up his "Snow Lotus Wine" and sighed: "Not only did I return empty-handed this time, but there were also several Taoist friends who went with me, who have been left in the mist forever."

The middle-aged man looked sad, and the scholar in white also frowned slightly, and so was he. He was high-spirited when he left, but he was depressed when he came back.

"It seems that I am also a sweetheart. We meet by chance, and the scholar will give you a bowl!" The scholar in white gave a distant salute to the middle-aged man.

The two of them had just finished drinking a bowl of "Snow Lotus Wine" when they heard a sound of breaking through the air outside the inn, and then three figures landed outside the inn's door.

The scholar in white turned his head and looked, with a hint of surprise on his face.

I saw two women and one man standing outside the gate. The first woman was wearing a yellow shirt. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old. She looked dignified and generous, and her appearance was average to above average. However, her eyebrows were very haggard, with a look that did not belong to her.

The vicissitudes of age.

Behind the woman were two boys and a girl, both of whom were only fifteen or six years old. The girl was cute and cute, but the boy had a determined expression.

The scholar in white frowned slightly. You must know that Guhong Inn is located on the remote border of the Blood Moon Alliance, close to the foggy area. The environment here is harsh and the cold wind from the underworld often blows. Ordinary monks will not go near it.

The woman in front of her was only in the early stage of foundation building, and the two boys and girls behind her were only in the Qi Refining stage. Why did they come to such a bitter and cold place?

Just as he was thinking in his mind, the woman in yellow shirt had already led the two boys and girls behind her into the inn.

Guhong Inn was blessed with formations. As soon as they entered the place, the cold wind from the netherworld that made people's skin ache and penetrated their bodies with coldness was blocked outside the door.

The face of the woman in the yellow shirt relaxed slightly. She looked at the shopkeeper not far away and said in a hoarse voice: "Shopkeeper, help me get two bowls of 'Snow Lotus Wine' to help my younger brother and younger sister.

cold."

As she spoke, she put her hand into her storage bag, as if she wanted to take out two fairy stones. However, the next moment, her brows furrowed tightly.

The scholar in white looked at his words, and naturally knew that this woman was short of money, and probably couldn't even afford two bowls of "snow lotus wine" immortal stones, which surprised him even more.

Looking at the sad faces of these three people, the scholar in white finally couldn't help but ask: "It's bitter cold in Mobei, why do you want to come here to suffer?"

The woman in the yellow shirt turned her head and glanced at him, her face did not change at all, she just said lightly: "Mobei is not the only one who is suffering from the cold. As long as you are still in hell, there is no purgatory, and who can be liberated? In the final analysis,

We are all in the same dojo, it just depends on how individuals practice."
Chapter completed!