Chapter 126: You Can Recite Poetry Too?

About winter. About drifting snow. In the eyes of different people, it has different definitions.

Scholars compose poems and lyrics for the wind and snow; noble families view snow as an auspicious omen; and there are those who uniquely love snow scenes, drinking tea and admiring the snow while flakes flutter down.

But for the people on the border, for these refugees who have lost their homes, snow means torture.

The world is deathly silent; all sounds are covered by the wind and snow, buried layer upon layer. All that can be heard by the ears is the whistling wind that makes the body tremble with cold.

With thin clothing and frail bodies, they can only rely on huddling together for warmth, struggling to resist the chill.

The light, drifting snowflakes slowly accumulate, gradually forming a heaviness that cannot be ignored.

The only good news is that, under the leadership of Xu Xi and Wu Yingxue, the refugee group has drawn closer to the passage entrance and will be able to arrive smoothly tomorrow. If nothing unexpected happens, tonight will be the final torture.

The refugees tremble and hold each other tightly, using the fur and scales of dead demons, or whatever items they can find, to wrap their frozen bodies completely.

In this howling wind and snow, only Xu Xi and Wu Yingxue, as well as a few individual Martial Artists with Qi and blood protection, can remain safe and sound.

"Sir, do you also know how to treat illnesses?"

"I know a little, not much."

"But you said earlier that the Great Qian is sick, everyone is sick, and you can cure this illness. Isn't an illness like that very difficult to treat?"

"It is not difficult. As long as those who are overfed eat a little less, and those who are starving eat a little more, the illness will disappear on its own."

A small campfire emits a faint glow. The firelight is backed by a giant rock, so the cold wind cannot extinguish it. At the same time, it has the protection of Xu Xi's Protective Aura, allowing it to provide precious light at night.

Xu Xi sits on the left, and the girl sits on the right. Both are the strongest people present. While chatting by the campfire, they are actually also guarding against danger.

After hearing Xu Xi's answer about "treating illnesses," the girl is lost in thought, feeling that such a principle is very simple, yet inexplicably full of depth.

"Hmm… as expected of Sir; what you say is truly reasonable. Unlike me, I don't know how to do anything."

The young girl suddenly sighs. Resting her arms behind her, she looks dejected.

Xu Xi smiles, reaches out to the side of the campfire, takes a piece of demon meat that has been scorched crispy, and tosses it into his mouth to chew slowly. This is his dinner for today. Dry, tasteless, rough, and hard to chew. But this is the only food for tonight.

"It is alright." Xu Xi's throat moves as he swallows the chewed demon jerky, then looks at Wu Yingxue. "Yingxue, you have your own strengths; you don't necessarily have to be like me."

"But I… other than martial arts, I don't know how to do anything."

"That can't be right; think about it again carefully."

In the dim night, the campfire appears both bright and small, dyeing the girl's hair with two streaks of red light. Xu Xi gently encourages the young girl.

Consequently, the young girl frowns in thought and says in a tentative tone, "Other than martial arts, I might also be able to… recite poetry?"

Xu Xi: "?"

Now it is Xu Xi who is at a loss.

It is not that he looks down on Wu Yingxue; it is just that her temperament simply cannot be associated with the words 'reciting poetry.' Could it be that she is an expert who hides her true ability?

Holding a cautious attitude, Xu Xi decides to first listen to Wu Yingxue's level of poetry recitation.

"Ah? Do you want to hear it? This, I, it. That, how about we just forget it…"

Sparks fly, and dry branches burn. Illuminated by that cluster of flames, everything around becomes shadowy, further highlighting the girl's helplessness and embarrassment.

But she is very brave, and finally gathers the courage to recite poetry: "Oh horse, you have four legs! Oh human, you have two big legs! I, I…"

The volume suddenly drops rapidly. The atmosphere at the scene abruptly becomes quiet. Even the wind, the snow, and the fire sounds become tranquil, leaving only that embarrassment to spread in place.

A moment later. The two tacitly switch to another topic. Whether it is Xu Xi or Wu Yingxue, both unanimously ignore the matter of reciting poetry. After all, that level was somewhat ahead of its time.

The time that follows. The cold wind remains biting, but it is all blocked by Qi and blood, unable to invade their bodies. An invisible Protective Aura spreads to the periphery, providing a bit of shelter for the refugees.

To be honest. This feeling is very subtle. In the icy world, although the wind and snow are blowing every moment, because of the long repetition of the scenery, there is a sense of trance as if time has stood still.

"This winter will be very hard to endure…" Xu Xi chews on the demon meat silently, thinking about the next step of his plan in his heart.

At the same time. He also explains some experiences regarding the Acquired reversing to the Innate, to provide as a reference for the young girl.

The young girl has been in the Blood Exchange Realm for quite a long time, just lacking a negligible yet crucial opportunity. Perhaps she will break through in battle. Or perhaps she will break through upon waking up. She is only one step away from being a Xiantian Martial Artist.

"This is for you," Xu Xi takes out two bottles of true qi pill. Those were the rent the young girl had paid; Xu Xi had intended to use them himself, but the accident came too quickly, and he broke through to the Xiantian Realm earlier than expected. Naturally, this kind of Medicinal Pill used for breaking through to the Xiantian Realm is no longer suitable for Xu Xi. It is just right to give to Wu Yingxue to use.

"Eh?" The young girl appears very surprised. She never imagined that she, who is still paying the rent in installments, could reversely receive Medicinal Pills from Xu Xi. "Are you serious?" She asks hesitantly.

"Yes, take them." Xu Xi holds the pill bottles, reaches across the campfire, and places them into the young girl's palm.

"…Thank you." After being stunned for a moment, Wu Yingxue quickly thanks Xu Xi. She is not a person with an affected or pretentious personality. She knows that she, at this moment, indeed really needs the assistance of the true qi pill to enter the Xiantian Realm sooner.

"Sir is truly a good person," she smiles and evaluates Xu Xi like this. And also truly a big fool. A fool who always thinks of others.

The young girl lowers her head, looking at the pill bottles in her hand. The bottle body is smooth, a typical shape that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. In the faint light of the campfire, it reflects other things. There is the girl's own face, the jumping and rising flames, and a thick layer of white snow. And, the blurred figure of that man directly opposite her. Everything, everything, is twisted and mixed with the jumping of the campfire. "So good…" A soft voice sounds, not knowing what it is praising.

[On the night before arriving at the small path passage, you talk with Wu Yingxue in the night]

[You learn that the young girl can recite poetry and are greatly shocked]

[After listening to the young girl's poem, you silently stop mentioning it]

[Considering future battles and the threat of the Demon Tide, you give the unneeded true qi pill to the young girl, helping her break through to the Xiantian Realm]

[Wu Yingxue seems very happy]

[At night, she tucks the two bottles of Medicinal Pills and sleeps holding the dragon-patterned long spear, refusing to let go for a moment]

[When waking up the next day, her level of joy has not diminished in the slightest; when calling you, she always smiles brightly, stays by your side at all times, and claims to want to protect you, although you do not really need the girl's protection]

[Until you arrive at the small path passage]

[The tragic scene makes the young girl take back her smile little by little]