Snowflakes fluttered in the air like white flowers blooming in the sky.
There was no wind in the sky and everything was quiet.
Before the sun rose, people were still immersed in dreams."So cold!" Underneath the eaves of the tranquil little city, a voice like this was heard.
It was tender and trembling, yet it was like begging, as if it was no longer cold after saying this.Mengfan opened his eyes.
He had no choice but to open them.
The cold weather made him unable to sleep peacefully."Father, you're pressing down on me!" Mengfan added.
He found that his father's hands and feet were pressing on his body, making it hard for him to breathe.His father ignored him and didn't move an inch."Dad, dad!
You're pressing down on me!
Get up!" Mengfan continued, his voice a little louder.His father still didn't respond.Mengfan felt that something wasn't right.
His heart sped up and his eyes revealed fear.Unaware of his strength, Mengfan jumped up from under his father's body and stared intently at his father, who was still crawling on the cold stone ground.Mengfan didn't have much of a impact on his father's death.
When Mengfan confirmed that his father had already died, he was even happy for his father.
He didn't need to beg for his life anymore.
He didn't need to be beaten, he didn't need to be afraid of cold, and he didn't need to roll his eyes.
His father's death only meant that he would have to ask for food alone in the future, and he would be very free.
When he was beaten, he wouldn't have to worry about his father anymore.
He could just run away.Mengfan dragged his father to a mountain range.
Although it was very difficult for him.
The weather was cold, and snowflakes were falling down on him, if he didn't drag his father away, he wouldn't be able to beat him again.
His father's appearance was simply too irritating.
Moreover, he wouldn't leave by himself.
Since he died, perhaps this was the last thing Mengfan could do for his father..Mengfan found a thick branch.
He wanted to dig a grave for his father, but it was too hard.
The seven year old boy couldn't do anything about it.
He tried to dig with his own hands.
His hands were broken and blood flowed out, but he couldn't damage the ground.
He thought, What should I do?
His hot blood couldn't melt the frozen soil.The dead tree creaked under the weight of the snow, and the sound of the dead tree became the funeral song of the dead.
The snow kept falling, so pure and holy that it didn't care if the tree branches could withstand it.
It felt that it was helping the dead tree.
In the future, these trees wouldn't have to worry about the rotten wood on them anymore.These trees definitely hated winter, especially when it was snowing.
Mengfan looked around the forest, hoping to find a better way to bury his father.Just as Mengfan was at his wit's end and was so anxious that he didn't even know that his little hand had frozen, a figure slowly approached him from afar.
His white garments...
If it weren't for her fluttering black hair, Mengfan wouldn't have noticed her.
She was so close, so beautiful that even snowflakes filled the sky, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed.
He began to flutter about, not daring to touch her.Mengfan had never seen such a beautiful woman before.
Her beauty caused a child's heart to surge with excitement.
The woman walked over and faced Mengfan with her indescribable face."Little friend, can I help you bury your father?" The woman's sweet and gentle voice made Mengfan feel that snowflakes were actually so cute."Alright." Mengfan couldn't refuse, nor could he refuse.The woman raised her hand, and the hard ground instantly became soft and soft.
Like snowflakes, they flew upwards.
A large, neat pit appeared in front of Mengfan's eyes.
When she raised her hand again, Mengfan's father's dirty body slowly fell into the pit.
The woman was afraid of hurting the dead man, so she was very careful.
This made Mengfan feel touched and confused, because no one had ever done this to his father before.The gravel scattered back into the pit and the tomb was born just like that.
From beginning to end, the woman only slowly waved her arms."Big sis, are you a deity?" Mengfan asked.
He didn't think that other than deities, no one else would be this beautiful, and no one would be able to bury his father like this."You're really smart.
Big sister is a flower in the north.
If there are no flowers in the north during winter, Big Sister will come down to play!" The woman smiled like a flower and was a little naughty."Oh?
Big sister, I'm Mengfan.
What's your name?""Sister's name is Binglu," replied the woman."Binglu!" Mengfan muttered under his breath.
This name had something to do with Snow."Mengfan, tell big sis what you want and what you want in the future.
Big sis will help you!" The woman smiled and asked Mengfan."I don't know," Mengfan replied."Then you can think about it now.
" The woman said."Then, how are we supposed to ascend to the heavens?" Mengfan scratched his head in contemplation.
He finally understood what he wanted to do the most."Heaven?
Heh heh, little guy, you want to be a deity!
This big sister can't help you!" the woman said."Oh, it's okay," Mengfan replied."Is there anything else?" the woman asked."No more." Meng Fandao said."Oh, what a good child.
Then big sister should leave.
You should be a good person in the future.
Big sister will be watching you in the sky!" The woman said.
Then, she disappeared without a trace.
All she left for Mengfan was a faint fragrance and a sweet smile."Can't I become a deity?
Oh, I should be able to.
Big sis can be me!" Mengfan stared at the sky in a daze.
Xuehua didn't even realize it.This was the only dream of a seven-year-old child.Mengfan was seventeen years old and had grown into an adult.
The raging flames in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.
In ten years, he had visited the entire earth.
He wanted to become an immortal, but no one had been able to help him.
In the end, people said that there were immortals cultivating in Kunlun Mountain.
However, he spent three whole years to flip through the entire mountain.
Apart from flowers, trees, birds, and animals, he didn't find anything alive.."Who else can help me become an immortal?
Who can make me fly to the sky?" Mengfan thought to himself.
The cold wind at the top of Kunlun Mountain swooped down on Mengfan's face, "Could it be that I'm not sincere enough?
That's right, that must be it!" Mengfan found the reason.He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.
Even when his voice was loud, he could hear the echo.
He kowtowed and shouted, begging the deities to accept him as a disciple, so that he could also be a deity.No one paid him any attention, let alone God.At 27 years old, Mengfan was still searching for a way to become an immortal.
He had traveled through countless mountains and rivers.
He was a complete lunatic in the eyes of the world, and the flames in his eyes were still flourishing.
However, he still couldn't find anything.Mengfan was still thirty-seven years old.

He tried his best to search through all the books related to immortals.
According to the records in the books, he searched for the legendary immortals.
Once, once, danger rose.
The flames in his eyes were even more intense, but he still couldn't find anything.At the age of 67, Mengfan couldn't walk anymore.
He stopped in front of his father's tomb.
It was another winter, and snowflakes splattered everywhere.
His entire life was about to pass.
He had only done one thing in this lifetime, and he hadn't completed it yet.
He had studied countless ancient texts and traveled all over the world, but he had always relied on begging for a living.
He had returned to the beginning of this dream.
He had drawn a full circle in his life, but now that he had returned to the origin, the flames in his eyes were still as stubborn and vigorous as ever.
Could it be that he hated the rest of the world?!.At the age of 67, Mengfan couldn't walk anymore.
He stopped in front of his father's tomb.
It was another winter, snowflakes scattering everywhere, and his life was about to pass.
He had only done one thing in this life, and he hadn't completed it yet.
He had studied countless ancient texts and visited all the world, but he had always relied on begging for a living.
He had returned to the beginning of this dream.
He had drawn a full circle in his life, but now that he had returned to the origin, the flames in his eyes were still as stubborn and vigorous as ever.
Could it be that he hated the rest of the world like this?!"This won't do.
We'll think of another way in my next life." Mengfan lay on the ground, breathing weakly, yet he didn't give up.
Snowflakes fell on Mengfan's face, just like a kiss that he had never felt before.
Suddenly, he didn't hate snow anymore.
He lay flat on the ground, gazing up at the clouds above the snowflakes.
Although he searched for them, he couldn't find them."Do you want to become an immortal, or do you just want to ascend to the heavens?" A voice sounded as Mengfan left.
A black-clothed man stood next to Mengfan's frail body, his body emitting billowing black qi.
This white world was like a shattered void.Xuehua seemed to be a little scared.
He trembled and struggled to avoid the black-robed man's tall body.The rotten wood on the dead tree could no longer bear it, and it fell to the ground with crackling noises.Mengfan's eyes narrowed in surprise as he looked at the newcomer and said weakly, "It's fine if you can reach the heavens.
Can you help me?
Unfortunately, I'm going to die soon."At the same place, Mengfan met two strange people."If they don't help you, I will help you.
As long as you are willing, I can let you live.
I can also let you ascend to the sky." The black-clothed man looked at the grey sky and said coldly.
His voice was even colder than this day and the black qi that was bouncing around his body began to move restlessly."I'm willing.
Are you also an immortal?" Mengfan didn't even bother to think about it."No, I'm from the Devil World." Black Robe said."Oh, I know all of you.
You like darkness.
As long as you can ascend to the heavens, you can become a devil," Mengfan said.With a wave of the black clothed man's hand, Mengfan was brought back to a world where only the moon existed.
Faint rays of light were everywhere.
The black clothed man told him that this was the Demon Realm.
Mengfan didn't understand why there would be light in the Demon Realm.
It didn't matter if he didn't understand.
What was important was that the black clothed man was willing to teach him how to fly to the sky."Your heart is too old, and it's too soft.
If you want to become a demon, you have to change your heart.
I have the heart of a wolf.
Are you willing to change it?" The black-clothed man said coldly under the moonlight.
The moonlight couldn't shine on his face, and Mengfan couldn't clearly see the face of his second benefactor.."Then are you going to take my heart away?" Mengfan asked softly."That's right." The black-clothed man answered."This won't do.
There are many things in my heart that I don't want to give up on.
I want to fly to the sky for them.
Can I not take them away?!" Mengfan said firmly."Yes, I can give you two hearts at the same time.
However, it will be very painful for you to live between these two different hearts," said the black-clothed man."It's okay," Mengfan said.
"It won't hurt if it hurts the most.
I'm not afraid."The black-clothed man raised his hand again, and a strong, black heart drilled into his body, growing on his right.
Mengfan seemed to be reborn in an instant, filled with power.
His white beard fell off, his hair rapidly darkened, and his body was strong.
Even his heart, which was about to die, began to beat again, just like when he was 17 years old.The man in black used his magical eyes to examine Mengfan's body.
Except for his original heart, which was red, the rest were black.
His liver, spleen, stomach, lungs, and blood.For the next hundred years, Mengfan had been living in a place where there would never be daytime, where he would learn Skysoar Arts from the black-clad man.
Every fifteen months, Mengfan's head would ache violently, and his handsome head would turn into a wolf's shape in pain.
The black-clad man hadn't told him about this beforehand, so he didn't mind.
It didn't matter to him at all, as long as he could reach the heavens.Underneath the full moon, Mengfan's heart was filled with pain.
He lifted his wolf head and looked up at the gray sky.
Was there anyone watching him, enjoying the moon, accompanying him in the pain?!
Two crystal-clear teardrops slid down from his wolf face like dewdrops.
Mengfan smiled and sobbed.
No matter how great the pain was, it wouldn't make him cry.."Big sis, you said that you would always look at me in the sky.
Can you see me cry now?
This is the first time I know the taste of tears.
It's sweet." Mengfan's face twisted in pain, but he thought of the fairy who had changed everything.With a flick of his finger, a hundred years of time passed.
Mengfan endured the pain in anticipation, and then repeated it over and over again.
He finally learned something.
He wanted to leave the Demon Realm and go to heaven to take a look.
Before leaving, he wanted to kowtow to his master a few times, although the man in black didn't think that Mengfan was his disciple."You don't have to kowtow to me.
I won't kneel to anyone, and I won't kneel to anyone!
Remember, you should be the same.
No matter what, you can't submit.
Otherwise, you will be letting down your wolf heart." The black-clothed man refused Mengfan's salute in his extremely cold and callous voice.Mengfan deeply memorized the man's words.
The man in black was someone he respected the most, and he would definitely listen to his words.