Bai Yujun stood in the snow-capped mountains and looked north.
Winter is coming, the leaves of the northern forests are withering, the rivers are frozen, the bare branches are bare, and the crows are screaming. Soon there will be a cold wave. Thousands of miles of ice will turn everything into a world of white snow and ice. Deep in the soil beneath the ancient forest is a vast expanse of tens of millions. Permafrost that never melts.
The dark horse cannot adapt to the ice climate, so it must be left behind and given to a reliable person to take care of.
There's a guy who's just right...
After looking at the unfinished temple that looked like a fortress on top of the snow-capped mountains, I could only wait until the dragon bones were found before taking action. Let them take a few more breaths for the time being. As for what they preached and spread, don’t believe it. Who would believe such nonsense as suppressing ice monsters here? Silly, the monster is not in the desolate ice field but in the heart.
He pulled the reins and turned to look in the other direction.
"Let's go find the fellow disciple who is traveling here."
"Drive~!"
A group of Chunyang Palace elders and above headed straight in a certain direction. The black horse just kept its head down and ran in a daze, and saw a line of smoke rising from a corner in the distance.
The senior Yuxu disciple who had been summoned by the summoning signal was eating barbecue. His stubble-beaten face suddenly became dull. He was holding the animal leg in his hand and looking at the sudden appearance of the elder and the Supreme Elder, not knowing how to react.
Bai Yujun dismounted and walked up to him, putting the reins into his hand.
"We have an important mission for our division and need to go to the north. We can't take the horse with us. Please help me take care of the dark horse."
"Ah... no problem, please don't worry, elder."
Bai Yujun nodded, stood up, and quickly walked away with twenty of his disciples from Zixu. The senior disciple of Yuxu with a stubble on his face looked at the sword light flying over the snow-capped mountains and disappearing at the other end of the mountain. His face was incomprehensible and he didn't know what big thing had happened. I have practiced and traveled in this snowy mountain for more than two years without returning to my master's door. I thought about returning to Shenhua Mountain after completing the elder's task of watching horses.
Turning around, he found the black horse staring at him with wide eyes. The feeling was... very strange.
"Huh? The horse's legs have scales, and the reaction is really different. It is truly a divine horse."
"drive?"
The word "drive" startled this senior disciple.
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The cold wind howls.
The winter days in the ice field are short and the nights are very long. Except for a few humans living here, no trace of humans can be found. Birds fly in flocks across the Gobi to the south to escape the cold. Insects are silent, but a small number of animals still survive tenaciously.
There is only a short period of time in summer every year when this ancient forest turns green, and most of the time it is dormant and waiting.
Winter comes early, and a snowfall will instantly cause the temperature of the ice sheet to drop to a terrifying level. Flying north over the snow-capped mountains, the temperature will get lower and lower. Even practitioners can feel the bone-chilling chill. Living animals are rarely seen after flying for several days. There was no sound except the wind, and the bare trees were desolate and lonely.
Unlike the southern wilderness, which is full of life, the farther north you go in the ice field, the more lonely you can feel.
Different from warm areas, when flying in a cold world of ice and snow, try to keep the altitude as low as possible. It is best to fly close to the bare treetops. The higher you fly, the more fierce and biting the cold wind will be. There is no need to fight with the cold wind and make unnecessary waste. Twenty-One Swords The light flies at low altitude, flying over the desolate and frozen terrain...
Snow Mountain Temple.
Huang Zhao, the golden-winged roc, brought a group of Western teaching masters. They originally planned to come to seek revenge and seek trouble. Unexpectedly, they met the silver-haired man and others who were hired to find the dragon bone. After a little thought, they guessed that the dragon bone was somewhere in the ice field. Without hesitation, He terminated the employment relationship with the force to which the silver-haired man belonged, refused to give him any money on the grounds that the target item was not found, and followed the traces left by the Chunyang monks straight to the ice field.
The silver-haired young man was very angry at what the Western sect had done, and cursed them for not following the rules. With great difficulty, they waited for the senior members of the force. After some discussion, they all decided to go and snatch the dragon bones for their own use, leaving some low-level monks behind. Hundreds of people crossed the snow-capped mountains and drilled into the ice fields.
Dragon bones are extremely attractive to people. Regardless of whether they can extract energy to cleanse the meridians and cut the marrow, even using the bones to refine weapons and magic weapons is enough to make people all over the world.
In the valley, the savage leader looked at the escaping light from the sky toward the ice field and felt emotional.
"I think back then, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was so unhesitating. Later, the old people told their descendants never to go to the depths of the Arctic ice sheet, eh? My Central Plains dialect is becoming more and more fluent."
He turned to look at Snow Mountain Temple and sneered.
"What a great opportunity. I'll demolish your shabby houses and kill everyone. The snow-capped mountains are not yours."
Thousands of savages set out again...
ice fields.
Bai Yujun and twenty fellow Zixu disciples flew over the hills and across the frozen river, emitting a faint fluorescent light to ward off the cold, shaking off the snow from the treetops and flying all the way north. It wouldn't take fifty days, but it wouldn't be that long either. Nowadays, we can still occasionally see some herders living in the ice fields herding elk. Maybe in a few days we will no longer see traces of humans.
The most fearful thing about traveling in the ice field is the wind. Once the strong wind blows, the sky will be filled with white and the temperature will plummet.
The howling cold wind caused the snow to flow like yellow sand and pile up dunes. The wind was so loud that it could be described as deafening. Bai Yujun had to search for heat sources to find the location of the herdsmen who herded elk. They lived in the polar environment all year round. Where it was warmer and more comfortable, I quickly found a few tents behind a low hill.
After landing, they each emitted fluorescent light to block the wind and snow and arrived in front of the tent door. Bai Yujun still stepped forward to say hello.
You can't let Zixu Sword Cultivators, who are full of sword intentions, say hello. They are better at communicating with swords, so obviously this is not very appropriate.
"Is there anyone here? Let's stay overnight to avoid the snow~"
When the tent door curtain was opened, the thickly dressed herders saw the thinly dressed people in front of them and knew they had met gods, so they hurriedly invited everyone and the white dragon into the tent.
I can’t understand the Jiligulu language…
Having no choice but to communicate with gestures, Bai Yujun followed his own rules and used herbs and previously collected arrows as accommodation fees. The herdsmen were very satisfied and were able to rest in the tent with twenty of his fellow disciples. Fair trade is an excellent quality of a hawker and cannot be thrown away. .
Late at night, the strong wind outside still shook the tent violently. Everyone slept directly in the tent, and the stove was still radiating heat.
Bai Yujun sat by the stove and took out a small notebook. He carefully recorded the route and environmental climate with a homemade pencil. Thanks to the animal's sense of direction, he drew a route map from the snow-capped mountains to here according to the speed, and marked the peaks and valleys he saw along the way. Rivers, don't underestimate this thing, it will be of great use in the future.
There was a piece of dry biscuit on the stove. It had a fragrant burnt smell after being baked for a long time.
Bai Yujun likes to eat this kind of slightly battered cake. The hot temperature fully releases the unique flavor of wheat, and it is slightly burnt like a biscuit, which is delicious.
Make a mark and put away the pencil and notebook. In the dead of night, pick up the homemade biscuits and eat them bit by bit as quietly as possible.
The wind was so strong that many untied parts of the tent were shaking constantly. The animal skin blanket underneath me was very warm. After eating, I felt a little sleepy. I took out the embroidered pillows and laid them out, and lay down under the quilt to sleep.
The fire crackled, the wood crackled and the charcoal cracked, making a sound...
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