Chapter 102 (1/2)

Gou pig never believed that there were locks in the world that he could not open. If a lock could not be opened, there would be no need for the lock to exist. Isn't it easier to build a wall directly?

The purpose of the boundary is to arouse the spirit of heaven and earth. If it is completely isolated from heaven and earth, and there is no gap to drill, then the boundary will no longer exist.

It's a slightly gentle hillside, and the uphill is covered with snow. Gou pig walked once, leaving a lot of footprints on the snow. He stood high and looked, and the footprints were clearly connected in a big circle.

But as long as he went back to this road, a miracle appeared. The footprints under his feet lined up in a straight line, which went straight to the distance, almost endless.

When he approaches an area, the space is distorted unconsciously. It is clearly a circular road. After being twisted, it looks like a straight line. He can never walk out of this straight line.

Once he left the circle and went back to the top, looking down, the world was back to normal. The path he saw was really a big circle.

It's just that the snow has fallen one after another, and the footprints he stepped on were filled up by the falling snow soon.

”Elder martial brother Gou, you seem to have found something?” The wood saw a flash of light in the eyes of the hook pig. If he didn't go back to their desperate situation, he could find a way to get rid of him. He didn't accept this elder martial brother.

”Is there a way out?” Song Ruhai also asked anxiously.

The bitter cold poison on Cathaya argyrophylla has been gradually dissipated with the integration of jimingcao into the frost sword. Now the cold is just ordinary cold. It's not a problem for these foundation builders.

Yin Wanzhen took the wood Xianhe, so that they lost half of the bigotan. However, there are not a lot of pigudan in the blue frost belt, and it is not impossible for them to run out of time until the fifth month.

But what worries him is that in this big array, even if time runs out, they can't get out. Blue frost is an example. She has always had the immortal tree's transmission array, the spiritual power fluctuated, but was blocked by the eight wild lock dragon array.

If so, they may eventually starve to death here. Even if the Kungfu tower reopens after the qualifying battle, and other disciples come here, they can't rescue them.

Most of the disciples who come here to practice Kung Fu can't solve the Suo long formation. Unless the elder of the outer courtyard comes to rescue him, there is still a little hope.

But these people can't call reinforcements at all. As soon as they leave the second floor, they lose their memory and forget about it. Moreover, there is no way to contact directly outside the tower.

Four people have been here for days. It's always at a loss.

Song Ruhai, Mu Mu and LAN Ruo frost sit under a big rock, where there is little wind and snow. LAN Ruo frost still looks pale, but she no longer needs a human back and can walk independently. She sat under the rock and watched the lower Gouzhuo walk up and down the flat ground.

She found that Gouzhu, though he looked impetuous, was sometimes extremely patient. He walked in the snow circle by circle in vain, drawing a large circle one by one, just like a mouse in a spherical cage. However, he could not run out, but ran happily. He was so absorbed that he seemed to forget everything in the world.

In this way, as long as the array has a way out, he will surely find it, just when.

When he turned back, everyone felt hope.

”Let's make a snowman.”

But he just said such a silly thing with a big smile on his face.

”OK!” Only wood jumped up and looked very happy.

Jinzhou is in the south of the ancient Tongjiang River and belongs to the rich Jiangnan area in terms of the thick soil Dynasty which occupies the fertile middle land of Dongsheng Shenzhou. The climate here is mild and there is a lot of rain. But snow is very rare.

Even in the coldest winter, it's hard to see a real snow. That is to say, the little bits of snow fall down, before it can accumulate, it melts on the ground and is trampled into a pool of mud.

The real snow in wood's memory will be ten years ago. At that time, he was only four or five years old. That year, the mountain was snowed, and the whole mountain turned into a ball of sheep fat. Although his parents were sad, he had a good time in the snow.

Now he thought that the snowstorm on the top of the Cathaya tree is also a rare beauty.

The snowman designed by Gouzhu is very simple. The four of them are arranged in a row, with each one 100 steps apart. Then they walk down the mountain in the straight line they think. Every 30 steps, I stop to make a snowman.

One lap is not enough. After a circle, move on to another place.

Gouzhu himself has walked countless circles here, and he found that the distribution of these large circles has some regularity. But every time he was about to see the law, the traces he had passed in front of him had been covered by the new heavy snow, which made him unable to confirm his own ideas.

This is how the snow on the top of the mountain never stops. The accumulated snow was crushed into thick, solid ice. The ice flowed along the mountain wall and turned into a tongue of ice. The last piece of land fell from the edge to the big silver fir tree, forming a bitter cold water lake.If there is a way to leave these traces behind, maybe he can see something. There was almost nothing on the mountain except ice and snow and rocks under the snow. Making a snowdrift was the simplest way he could think of.

Half an hour later, everyone made a lot of snow, and found themselves back to the origin. Everybody stopped. It wasn't in vain.