After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 266

Ni Yangzhou looked at the person with a rather distant tone and didn't know how to respond.

Is he?

is it him?

Would he be in this strange world?

The young man was stunned for a moment, then he said, "Master."

Suddenly, a light snow fell in the infinitely distant sky. The snow flakes looked like broken diamonds, sparkling and fluttering in the cold sunlight.

The Taoist priest in white sat in silence, like a crystal clear jade-faced Buddha.

Ni Yangzhou was originally filled with sorrow and resentment, but he could no longer hold back his sadness when he saw this scene. The young man blinked, and the mission radar began to start tremblingly. Without his third brother, he no longer had anyone to complain to.

Ni Yangzhou took a deep breath and put his reasoning in his heart.

Such a beautiful scene is hard for the supporting characters to have.

The one opposite, even if he is not the protagonist, must be ranked as some kind of white moonlight who died early.

According to the information I heard from Hongying before, the one who calls me Master should be Guanjiao Zhenren with his original body. His magical powers are not low. I have to be very careful and not reveal any flaws.

The young man blinked, collected his thoughts, and shook off the snowflakes on his eyelashes.

"Master, where are we?"

Yan Congzhi didn't say anything. He looked at his young apprentice, who had been tanned after not seeing him for a few months, with a puzzled expression.

After a while, he said, "In the treasure mirror."

When Ni Yangzhou heard this, he felt that there was hope. This time he was no longer running around in some bug, and he returned to the fourth world in the book that he wanted to explore.

Ni Yangzhou took a few steps forward and came to the side of Yan Congzhi, only then he discovered that this cheap master had many small wounds on his hands, with bloodstains all over his palms.

Held in the palm of his hand was a small piece of reflective bronze mirror that had been fused together again.

The mirror was full of cracks. Ni Yangzhou saw hundreds of his own faces in the broken mirror in his palm. He felt a chill in his heart and took a step back.

Yan Congzhi watched the whole process, watching Ni Yangzhou approach and then retreat.

Finally, Yan Congzhi opened his mouth:

"If you want to get out of the magic mirror, you have to repair it."

The man pointed at the snowflakes in the sky and said, "Every time the seasons change, there will be a little green light carried by the wind. At that time, the fragments will sense it and become restless. I need you to hold the bronze mirror for me."

Ni Yangzhou had been walking hard with his head down and observing his surroundings, but he felt that the seasons changed randomly, sometimes long, sometimes short, without any regular pattern, and naturally he did not see any green light.

Riding a donkey and reading a script, Ni Yangzhou nodded and accepted the task, and picked out some information from the words of this cheap master.

"Master, why are you also in the mirror?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Congzhi raised his eyes to look at the young man who was standing tall and blocking most of the sunlight, and said nothing.

Ni Yangzhou understood and smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, Master, for sacrificing your life to save me."

The thin eyelids fell again, as if he looked down at the withered and standing weeds for a while, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Ni Yangzhou turned his head and looked around. The snow was falling heavier and heavier. The snowflakes fell on his skin and were melted by his body temperature.

There was a thin layer of snow on his hair, and Ni Yangzhou gradually felt cold.

This……

Wasn't the original owner a cultivator? In the second world, when he used Cheng Wang's body for many years, he didn't feel the wind, frost, rain, snow, or temperature changes. Now that I am also a cultivator in this body, how can I still feel cold?

Ni Yangzhou tried to circulate his spiritual power to get rid of the coldness in his body. However, he found that the magic spells that could be used outside the magic mirror became empty inside the mirror, just like that of an ordinary person. He no longer had any spiritual power to use.

Is this still a copy with all the equipment stripped off?

Ni Yangzhou looked at his master beside him suspiciously, only to see that the snow had already covered his head and shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes were covered with white frost, his expression was normal, but every time he breathed, white smoke came out.

Wouldn't his master, who has great magical powers, drive away the snow on his body?

The young man moved half an inch closer, stretched out an index finger, made sure the other person had his eyes closed, and quietly placed his fingertip on the exposed half of Yan Congzhi's wrist.

The fingertips felt like they were touching a piece of thousand-year-old ice.

The man with his eyes closed suddenly opened them.

Ni Yangzhou felt as if he was being tortured by that cold gaze.

But after seeing the pair of black pupils, he was not too scared. Strangely enough, he was not too worried about leaving his original role. The idea of ​​not revealing any flaws had been packed up and thrown into the trash can in his mind.

Oh no, Master has no more magic power.

We are all ordinary mortals now.

Ni Yangzhou suddenly felt in a good mood, and his expression softened unconsciously: "Master, our spiritual power can't be used, right?"

Yan Congzhi looked at his disciple who was acting very intimate without realizing it and stepped back half an inch.

"No."

Ni Yangzhou said "Oh", as if he didn't notice the other's evasive action, and said no more, and continued to meditate. The two of them stayed side by side, waiting for the passage of time and the change of seasons. It kept snowing, as if they had turned gray.

It was getting colder and colder, so cold that Ni Yangzhou felt that if he didn't do something, he would die before completing the mission.

He looked at his master who was lying motionless beside him, then stood up without a care in the world, ruffled his hair twice, and started doing high-leg raises on the spot.

Yan Congzhi had been closing his eyes, but when he heard the noise, he looked up at the young man. Ni Yangzhou immediately changed to running and circled around the sitting man.

It's not that he wanted to go crazy in the snow, it's just too cold. He was not sure whether the original owner could use Cheng Wang's boxing routine in the second world, so he had to move around to avoid freezing.

Ni Yangzhou's teeth were chattering, but he said to Yan Congzhi with a sunny face:

"Master, even though I don't have any spiritual power, I can't delay my physical training. I'm practicing dodging and moving quickly to increase my speed."

Running is not a good idea either, as the wind blowing on your face is extremely painful.

No one knew what Yan Congzhi was thinking, but he didn't say anything and closed his eyes again.

Upon seeing this, Ni Yangzhou stopped immediately and started doing squats, burpees, plank support, and push-ups.

When the snow fell on the young man's head, it was directly evaporated into white smoke.

After a long time, Yan Congzhi never opened his eyes. Ni Yangzhou thought it might be because out of sight, out of mind.

After Ni Yangzhou finished doing the radio gymnastics three times, the season suddenly began to change.

First, the snowflakes became smaller, and then the temperature suddenly rose. Ni Yangzhou saw the snow on Yan Congzhi's head melting and falling, flowing into a stream at the end of his hair.

It's now.

A light breeze blew by, and green starlight floated in. It was extremely thin and weak. If you hadn't been reminded before, it would have been difficult to notice such a small light.

"Master!"

Before he could finish his words, Yan Congzhi, who was soaking wet, had already stood up. The young man's wrist was pulled up, and the fragment of the bronze mirror that the man had been holding was placed in Ni Yangzhou's hand.

“Hold tight!”

Yan Congzhi looked back at Ni Yangzhou, then quickly rushed out and began to grab that bit of starlight.

The man was very fast, but the green light was also fast. It seemed to have consciousness and could actively dodge. Every time it dodged, it would bring about a gust of wind, which was like a sharp blade. The wounds on Yan Congzhi's hands were caused by this.

Ni Yangzhou was not having a good time at this time either. He originally thought that he was summoned just because the bronze mirror fragments were restless. But now the young man stared with wide eyes at the fragments in his hand that were jumping wildly and about to fly away, and he belatedly developed a sense of crisis.

Yan Congzhi was still chasing the stars when he heard a cry of surprise from behind. Ni Yangzhou was like a prey caught by an eagle's hands. He was dragged by the bronze mirror fragments and flew up from the ground. The man turned around and saw his apprentice holding the fragments with both hands raised high. He shouted with his feet off the ground:

"Master, save me!"

As they flew faster and faster, closer and closer, the distance between them narrowed, still at the height of face to face, mouth to mouth, Ni Yangzhou was really panicking:

“Don’t! No no no no no!

Master, get out of the way!"