I just want to repair a flute [Martial Arts]

By the time Yun Chuxiu pulled himself out of the snow, the avalanche had completely stopped and returned to its original silence. He pressed his shoulder and twisted his dislocated arm back to its original position. He was secretly glad that he was practicing the Snow Condensation Technique, which allowed him to use his internal energy to continuously stir up the wind and snow around him and prevent it from compacting on his body. Otherwise, if the heavy snow covered his mouth and nose, once the air ran out, he would be a dead body now.

The good news was that he was not seriously injured and could still move freely, but because his internal energy was exhausted, he had some unavoidable internal injuries. The bad news was that such a large avalanche must have completely changed the structure of the mountain outside. Even if Yuan Suiyun and his team cleared the snow at the entrance and entered the mountain again, they probably wouldn't be able to find him.

"…Why do I feel like I always need to save myself for one reason or another wherever I go?" He looked through his belongings and found that his dry food and waist bag were all gone. He didn't know where they were swept away by the snow waves. However, they had servants with them, and they didn't have much stuff on them anyway, so they didn't feel too sorry.

"Well, is this a repeat of yesterday?" Yun Chuxiu muttered. When he was practicing martial arts in the mountains, Xiao Donglou would send people to bury some food under the snow! Now, he might have to rely on grass roots to survive.

However, thinking that Yuan Suiyun should have escaped and was trying to save him outside, he became happy again. He thought to himself that after he returned, he would have to talk to Yuan Suiyun no matter what and go back to his own world to take a look. If the other party avoided the question like last time and did not give him a clear answer, he would not be polite!
After taking a short rest at the spot, Yun Chuxiu walked towards the direction of the light. From time to time, he noticed something strange on the snow under his feet, so he reached out to dig. Some were stones, and some were naturally the frozen bodies of martial artists. He did not hesitate to touch the people to see if there was anything he could use. He actually found some flints, frozen water bags, unused dry food, medicine bottles, etc. He simply stripped a dead person's clothes, put the things into one of them, and took it away in his hand.

Who knew that halfway through the walk, he dug a person out of the snow, and when he sniffed his breath, he found that the person was still breathing. He was shocked. He dragged the person to a bright place and took a look. It turned out to be none other than Ding Feng, who had been following them!

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When Ding Feng woke up from his coma, he had been dragged into a cave by Yun Chuxiu. After struggling for a long time, Yun Chuxiu finally started a fire with dead branches, heated up some ice water with a copper kettle found on the corpse, fed Ding Feng a few mouthfuls, and wiped his frozen hands and feet. When Yun Chuxiu opened his eyes and saw that it was him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Mr. Yun, fortunately... you are okay."

He was Yuan Suiyun's trusted subordinate and was very useful. Yun Chuxiu had asked him for help a lot during this period and was already familiar with him. He couldn't help but joked with a smile: "You should be thankful that you are lucky. It doesn't matter what I do. If you die, I can only cover you with more snow to prevent you from being eaten by something!"

Ding Feng had no strength left, but said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "You saved the young master... I saw, I saw it..." It turned out that he had been following Yuan and Yun closely before, and was not swept away by the snow waves. He was relieved only after seeing Yuan Suiyun rise up with the wind. Then he was caught up from behind by the snow waves and was swept into it. The only reason he was able to survive was because of his profound internal strength, which was far superior to that of ordinary people.

Yun Chuxiu was stunned when he heard this, and then said embarrassedly: "Ah... I thought you were actually working for him because you were afraid of Lao Yuan!" After all, with Yuan Suiyun's behavior, it was impossible for others to talk to him about morality.

At this time, Ding Feng had caught his breath and came to his senses, but he felt a sharp pain in his leg and couldn't even move. He knew that his leg must have been broken when he fell into the valley. However, he was able to survive, which was unexpected, and the broken leg was a small matter. Therefore, he just said to Yun Chuxiu in a gentle voice: "It was the young master who saved my life, appreciated me very much, and taught me martial arts. My life originally belonged to the young master. Fortunately... the young master is fine."

Yun Chuxiu shrugged: "No one's life belongs to anyone in this world, and who can give their life to anyone? Forget it, everyone has different ideas, and I don't mean to blame you."

He soaked the dry food in water and fed some to Ding Feng. Halfway through the meal, Ding Feng suddenly asked, "Since your legs and feet are fine, didn't you try to find a way out? Or is there no way out for us?"

Yun Chuxiu didn't mind his question, but he still confessed: "I used Qinggong to go out and take a look. The road out of the valley was blocked by snow. It's not impossible to try walking, but I'm too tired today... Let's wait until tomorrow, I'll try tomorrow first."

Ding Feng asked him: "How sure are you?"

Yun Chuxiu replied: "Five points. I am not afraid of cold or snow, but I can't say for sure what else might happen in the snow. I still have to try it to know the result."

"Okay, you don't have to worry so much. Even if the worst happens, I'm familiar with how to live on the snowy mountains." Yun Chuxiu put the bowl in his hand. "Eat more and stay alert. I'm waiting for your leg to heal so you can help me with the work."

After resting for a night, Yun Chuxiu, while still in good spirits, settled Ding Feng, hid the cave entrance with stones, and then followed the sunlight above his head and walked forward. Today, the wind and snow stopped, and it was a good day with light wind and clouds. The snow peaks under the sun were still so cold and quiet, and it was hard to tell how many lives were buried under this pure white snow. Yun Chuxiu noticed that there were shadows of birds flying across the sky from time to time, and thought that if the edible food was eaten, he could drag a dead body to the snow to attract birds to eat, and then catch the bird.

He walked along the winding valley for a while, and soon came to the valley exit he had checked yesterday. Because of yesterday's avalanche, the snow piled up to several dozen feet thick, and from a distance, the passage was several miles long. If he wanted to get out, he could only pass through the snow.

He first leaped for a while with Qinggong, and when he ran out of energy, he landed in the snow, compacted the snow and walked forward for a while. But the snow contained not only rocks that had rolled down from the top of the mountain, but also a thin layer of ice. When he stepped on it, there was also melted ice water flowing in it. The wind froze his feet to the snow. Soon, the wind blew in the valley again, and it was about to snow again. Yun Chuxiu didn't dare to take the risk, so he had to go back the same way. After returning to the starting point, he was still a little dejected: Well, this is really the worst situation.

He planned to collect some firewood and go back to find Ding Feng, but suddenly he heard a scream coming from a distance. It was so tragic and frightening because it was so quiet all around.

Yun Chuxiu was startled, but still rushed forward in a few steps. After going around a few rocks covered with snow, a horrifying scene suddenly appeared in front of him - an old monk covered in blood was sitting on the ground, looking ashamed of his superiority, and another middle-aged man was kneeling on the ground with his hands on the snow, kowtowing to him repeatedly.

Not far from them, there was a dead body lying on the ground. Not only were its legs chopped off and thrown aside, but its head was also smashed to pieces by a stick. The bloodstained stick was held in the hands of another young monk. Veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he was obviously very emotional. Another young girl threw herself on the body, crying and shouting, "Dad—Dad—"

"There's actually a girl here, could she be Shui Sheng?" Yun Chuxiu bit his finger thoughtfully. He saw the old monk sitting on the ground wearing a fiery red robe, and a blood-stained long knife lying in the snow not far away. He guessed that he was probably the Blood Knife Patriarch, and he couldn't help but get excited all of a sudden - he didn't have much enthusiasm for saving people, but since this monk dared to kidnap people and plunge into the snowy mountain, maybe he knew there was another way out?
He could tell at a glance that the few people below were either disabled or weak, and none of them were his opponents at all. He did not bother to hide his whereabouts, but walked out from behind the stone. When the little monk turned around, he was looking at him in white clothes, stepping on the white snow, so beautiful and enchanting that he seemed like the snow demon he had heard of in stories when he was a child.

"Who are you?!" His heart was beating very fast, and he was excited and scared, so he couldn't help shouting. This shout immediately awakened the girl who was still immersed in grief. She was the only one who could move freely. She jumped up immediately, grabbed the long knife on the ground, and held it to her chest vigilantly.

"Who are you?!" The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground was also shocked. He never expected that there were other people there. He straightened his back immediately, but his legs were too weak to get up from the ground. Yun Chuxiu ignored them and just rushed over like a gust of wind, grabbing the old monk's throat with one hand!

"Ah!" The old monk let out a hoarse scream. He wanted to resist, but he had been fighting with the four "Luo Hua Liu Shui" who had chased him for too long, and he really had no strength left. If he hadn't been unable to hold the knife, how could he have dropped his weapon to the side! Yun Chuxiu's fingers tightened around his neck, and then he asked the girl with a smile: "Are you Shui Sheng?"

"Yes... I am Shui Sheng!" Seeing his handsome appearance and evidently his martial arts skills were not weak, Shui Sheng's eyes lit up and she asked impatiently, "You, you are here to save me too?"

"To be precise, I just came to join in the fun and was dragged into this. I don't know you, so why should I save you?" Although Shui Sheng's expression suddenly changed after she said this, Yun Chuxiu didn't care about her mood. Instead, he lowered his head and said to the old monk: "She is Shui Sheng, so you must be the Blood Knife Patriarch? Hey, let me ask you, do you know if there is any other way to get out besides the mountain path you came in from?"

He reminded softly: "Don't lie, I can see it."

The Blood Knife Patriarch's heart skipped a beat at first, but then he was delighted. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Of course, I know how to get out... Come on, come closer. I will only tell you. I am in your hands now. Life or death is just a matter of yours. I dare not lie to you!"

Hua Tiegan, who was kneeling in front of him, was afraid that they would collude with each other, so he quickly said, "Little brother, don't listen to him! If he could get out, he would have left long ago. Why stay here? Now that he has no strength left, kill him first, and then we can find a way out together!"

(End of this chapter)