From under the sea surface of Qianji Island, a channel made entirely of ice walked for nearly a hundred miles, and when we walked out, we saw a very small island. This is probably why Liu Yiyi failed to discover the most critical passage for their arrival. The cold attribute blocked the leakage of the breath, and Liu Yiyi also ignored the ice-cold breath that was also water-based on the bottom of the sea.
And a ship belonging to the Beiyu Shenzong was anchored next to this island. Everyone got on the boat again and headed northwest. Song Er set foot on the road north for the first time.
At sea, Song Er only took the big black dog with him, and did not communicate with anyone from Beiyu Shenzong. Only occasionally the middle-aged man would come over with hostile eyes, and Song Er didn't bother to pay attention to him.
The ship docked at a port. There were hundreds of people waiting on the shore, and there was also a huge white bear.
As soon as the saint came out of the cabin, the people in the port fell to their knees.
"The Qianji Island thieves no longer exist." The saint just said this.
Then hundreds of people cheered and thousands of people cheered, which showed that the raging on Qianji Island was really outrageous.
The huge white bear has a very gentle personality. He knelt down on his forelimbs so that the saint could easily get on top of him. With a long cry, the group of people began to continue heading north.
Song Er saw such "beautiful scenery" in the northern continent for the first time. Living in the southern continent and at sea for a long time really felt a bit monotonous. Wrapped in silver, it’s still a bit dazzling after seeing too much.
Not long after entering the northern continent, raging wind and snow fell from the sky.
"Everyone, stop and take a rest!" the saint said softly on the white bear's back.
The people who stopped set up tents in the snow, which also gave Song Er some insights. The three feet above the ground were actually made of ice and snow, and the rest was a tent made of fur. It was actually quite warm to stay in the tent.
The saint had a tent by herself, and the rest of the people had a tent. However, the saint's tent was larger than the tents of dozens of people. Except for the middle-aged protective elder and her mount, no one could enter the saint's tent without a summons. Women's tent.
A silver fox seemed to have rushed into the tent to avoid the wind and snow, but it shot straight into Song Er's arms and refused to leave. Everyone was amazed, but no one came to snatch it.
Animals with a little intelligence in the northern continent will look for shelter as long as they are in such weather, either digging deep holes or looking for warm places. This happens not only to foxes, but sometimes a snow leopard will break in. ,polar bear.
It's just that in this bad weather, both practitioners from the northern continent and ordinary people will treat them like guests, neither driving them away nor killing them.
Of course, if the wind and snow stop, it will be different if we don’t leave.
The blizzard lasted all night, and as soon as the sky became white, Song Er was called to her tent by the saint. She said she was preaching, but Song Er felt that she was just explaining.
Along the way, this big man named Hulun Shanyi had always looked down upon Song Er, but he couldn't please him every time. If you fight, you can't beat them. This has been proven on Qianji Island. But he loses even with his talk, which is really a bit useless.
"Hulun Danyi has always wanted to be the guardian elder, and this time is also a test for him from the Beiyu Divine Sect. Although the decision is in my hands, I can't spare any mercy." The saint sat cross-legged on a fur On the felt, he spoke.
"Saint girl doesn't need to explain, it's just more fun." Song Er stroked the big black dog's back.
Because he had already been seen returning to his true form on Qianji Island, the big black dog didn't bother to shrink his body. He finally got his wish and became Song Er's mount. The soft saddle on the back was given to Song Er by the saint when she saw him sitting naked on the back of the giant dog.
"Mr. Song, this dog is rare. With such short hair, it can walk normally in the northern cold land." The saint said while looking at the big black dog lying down to use as a backrest for Song Er.
When he heard being praised, Dahei turned his head to look at his master in a humane manner.
"This stupid dog is lucky and loyal. He really changed his destiny against the will of heaven. I don't know how much blessing he has achieved in his previous lives." Song Er also sighed, but Liu Yiyi recovered her body and lay in Song Er's arms. It seemed like he was resting his mind or sleeping. .
"It's not stupid, it's just that the bones in its throat are not open." The saint stared at Dahei and continued.
Of course Song Er knew that the big black dog's crossbones were not open, and even the dog himself probably knew this. When he was able to regain the voice of three mute slaves, it was too easy to get a loyal dog that had followed him for decades to speak. Just because he can have a spiritual dialogue with his master's body and avatar, the big black dog doesn't want to change.
It's just that Song Er is very strange about the topic of the saint. He keeps talking around the big black dog. It seems casual, but it seems to mean something. Song Er felt something was wrong and kept waiting for the saint to explain if she needed help. For several days, she didn't say a word. There was a sudden snowstorm today. She stopped and was called to her tent. She originally thought that the saint was going to take this opportunity to explain, but a quarter of an hour later, except for the big black dog, she still didn't mention a word.
His cold eyes kept looking at Song Er's eyes, with a hint of expectation. Song Er was thinking quietly in his heart, and a thought arose, Jishan Heart Sutra was quietly running, the palm of his right palm was pressed against the ground, a trace of spiritual power came out from the palm, dived into the ground, and then slowly approached the saint.
The spiritual energy emerging from the ground stopped at the edge of the long skirt worn by the saint who was sitting cross-legged, and looked directly at the saint opposite. He was not sure whether this was appropriate. The scene of being resisted on Qianji Island was still there. What should he do if such a situation happened again? The protective elder behind him was still sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the tent. Although he was not afraid of accidents, his behavior was still a bit abrupt.
The saint seemed to have sensed Song Er's bold move. A hint of joy flashed through her cold eyes. She closed her eyes and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Then she opened her eyes and nodded slightly to Song Er. With both hands, he lifted up the long skirt and gently flattened it outwards, making the area covered by the long skirt larger, just covering the place where Song Er's spiritual power emerged.
As if to avoid the detection of the middle-aged man at the tent door behind Song Er, and to further express her meaning, the Saintess unfolded her long skirt and slowly placed her hands on her calves on the outside of her thighs, leaving the middle door wide open. There is a gesture that invites you to enter the urn.
Silver Fox suddenly opened his eyes, took a look, jumped over Song Er's shoulder, and lay on the back of the big black dog behind Song Er. His fluffy tail swayed gently on Song Er's back, as if to encourage and encourage him. Like a guardian.
Song Er didn't hesitate anymore, and put his spiritual power on the saint's calf. He clearly felt that the other party's body trembled slightly, and immediately returned to normal. He winked at Song Er again, showing more agility and a hint of beauty. A hint of shyness.
In order not to make the middle-aged man at the door suspicious, the two were still talking about the big black dog. Under the gaze of the saint, Song Er's spiritual power did not dare to start the replacement directly as usual, but went up the saint's calf. However, he found strangely that the meridians where the spiritual power passed along the way were not It is spacious, and even the acupoints it passes through are those of ordinary people, some are half-open, and some are completely closed.
The spiritual power slowly increased, but the skin outside the saint's veil began to flush. Song Er's attention was not on these. The higher he went up, the more confused he became. His calves, knees, thighs... Shaoyin, Shaoyang... Until Renmai finally reached the saint's Dantian, making him frown.
A person with a peak level of cultivation in the Heshen Realm actually has no sea of qi, and shows no signs of opening the acupoints all over his body. He completely maintains the physical condition of an ordinary person. He is different from all cultivators, and it is unreasonable.
The spiritual power continued along Juque, Tanzhong, Xuanji, Dazhui, Yamen, Fengfu, Naohu, and Houding. At this time, the saint gently shook her head. Song Er tried to pull back and forth, signaling the saint to release the power in the sea of consciousness. The saint still shook her head, and then she felt that her spiritual power began to be repelled.
Song Er understood what the saint meant, but he did not withdraw the spiritual power. Instead, he returned to the Dantian and directly cut off the spiritual power.
The saint was stunned for a moment and showed her approval. He put his hands from the outside of the thighs back to the middle, "If Mr. Song wants to open the transverse bone of this black dog one day, maybe the divine religion has a way for you to try."
"Thank you Saint, if nothing happens, I'll go back first." Song Er knew that he could only go here today, so he held Silver Fox in his arms, stood up, and didn't stay any longer.
The big black dog waggled its tail and stood up following its owner. It still couldn't react in its brain, but it showed what it thought was the most kind expression in response to the saint's concern for itself. It grinned, revealing its deep white teeth, and then followed its master out of the warm tent. .
Back in everyone's tent, the big black dog was still thinking about the saint's praise of it just now, but was brought back to reality by Song Er who used it as a soft pillow after sitting down. "Master, am I handsome?"
"Well, he's handsome enough. Dogs are handsome, dogs are handsome!" Song Er was speechless, but in the Holy Maiden's tent, he was indeed talking about this stupid dog back and forth.
"I have decided." The big black dog sent a message to Song Er.
"What has been decided?" Song Er was still thinking about the scene just now, but the big black dog's nagging made him respond more or less casually.
"Let the saint introduce me to a female dog. Her ability to recognize dogs will definitely be better than mine!"
