New White Snake Asking Immortals

Bai Yujun stood at the dumb mouth of the snow mountain and looked to the north.

Winter is approaching, the leaves of the northern forest are withered, the river is frozen, and the bare branches are faint and the crows are screaming. It will not be long before the cold current will usher. Thousands of miles of ice will turn everything into a white world of ice and snow. Deep in the soil under the ancient forest is a land of thousands Year-round permafrost.

The dark horse is not used to the climate of the ice sheet, so it must be kept and handed over to reliable people to take care of it.

There's a guy who's just right...

Looking at the unfinished temple that looks like a fortress on the top of the snow mountain, I can only do it after finding the keel, let them take a few breaths for the time being, as for what they preach and spread, don't believe it, whoever believes in 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 who traveled here."

"Drive~!"

A group of Chunyang Palace elders and above went straight to a certain direction, and the dark horse just kept running with its head down in a daze, and saw a smoke rising from a certain corner in the distance.

The senior disciple of Yuxu who had been summoned by the summoning signal before was eating barbecue meat, his weather-beaten face covered with stubble suddenly froze, holding the beast's leg in his hand, he looked at the elder and elder Taishang who suddenly appeared, not knowing how to react.

Bai Yujun dismounted and walked up to him, and put the rein in his hand.

"We have an important task for the division and need to go to the north. The horse can't take it. You help me take care of the black horse."

"Ah... no problem, please rest assured, elder."

Bai Yujun nodded, got up and took twenty Zixu fellow disciples away quickly. The stubble-faced Yuxu senior disciple watched the sword light fly over the snow mountain and disappeared at the other end of the mountain, his face was full of bewilderment. After practicing and traveling in this snow-capped mountain for more than two years, he didn't return to his teacher's school. He thought about returning to Shenhua Mountain after completing the task of watching the horses of the elders.

Turning around, I found that the black horse was staring at me with wide eyes. That feeling...was weird.

"Huh? Horses have scales on their legs, and they really have different reactions. They are really steeds."

"drive?"

The word driving startled the senior disciple.

...

The cold wind howls.

The days are short and the nights are long in winter on the ice sheet. Except for a few humans, there are no traces of humans here. Flocks of birds fly across the Gobi to the south to avoid the cold.

There is only a short period of summer each year to make this ancient forest green, and more time is dormant and waiting.

Winter comes early, and a snowfall will instantly drop the temperature of the ice field to a terrible level. After crossing the snow-capped mountains and flying north, the temperature is getting lower and lower. Even practitioners can feel the bone-chilling chill, and few living things are seen after flying for several days. No sound could be heard except the sound of the wind, and the bare trees were desolate and lonely.

Unlike the Southern Wilderness, which is full of vitality, the more north the ice sheet is, the more lonely it will feel.

Different from warm regions, flying in the cold world of ice and snow should be as low as possible. It is best to fly close to the bare treetops. The light flies at low altitude, flying over the barren and frozen land...

Snow Mountain Temple.

Gold-winged Dapeng Huang Zhao brought a group of Western religion masters. Originally, they planned to seek revenge and find a place. They didn't expect to meet a silver-haired man who was hired to find the keel. After a little deliberation, they guessed that the keel was somewhere in the ice field. Without hesitation Terminated the employment relationship with the faction to which the silver-haired man belonged, and refused to pay him any money on the grounds that he could not find the target item, followed the traces left by the monk Chunyang and went straight to the ice field.

The silver-haired young man was furious at what the Western Church had done, and yelled at him for being unruly. Finally, he waited for the high-ranking person in the power, and after discussing with them, they decided to go grab the keel for their own use, and leave some low-level cultivators as monks for the next few years. Hundreds of people crossed the snow-capped mountains and entered the ice field.

Dragon bones are extremely attractive to people, not to mention whether they can extract energy to wash scriptures and cut marrow, even if using bones to refine weapons and magic weapons is enough to make people all over the world.

In the valley, the leader of the savages looked at the light that was flying towards the ice field with emotion in his heart.

"I think back then, my grandpa's grandpa's grandpa was so relentless,

Later, the old man told the descendants never to go deep into the extreme arctic ice sheet, eh? My Central Plains dialect is becoming more and more fluent. "

Turning around to look at Xueshan Temple, he sneered.

"What a great opportunity to tear down your broken house and kill everyone. The snow mountain is not yours."

Thousands of savages dispatched again...

ice sheet.

Bai Yujun and twenty fellow Zixu fled across the hills and across the frozen river, exuding a faint fluorescent light to keep out the cold, shaking off the snow on the treetops and flying all the way northward, it would not take fifty days but it would not be much less, Occasionally, some herdsmen living on the ice sheet and grazing elk can still be seen now, and maybe there will be no traces of humans in a few days.

The most feared thing when traveling on the ice field is the wind. Once the strong wind blows, the sky will be white and the temperature will drop suddenly.

The cold wind whizzed and the snow flowed like yellow sand and piled up sand dunes. The wind was so loud that it could be described as deafening. Bai Yujun had to search for heat sources to find the herdsmen who herded elk. They lived in the polar environment all year round. Where it was warmer and more comfortable, a few tents were soon found behind a low hill.

When they landed, each of them radiated fluorescent light to block the wind and snow and came to the tent door. It was still Bai Yujun who came forward to say hello.

You can't let the Zixu sword repairer who is full of sword intent say hello, they are better at communicating with swords, obviously it is not very suitable to do so.

"Is anyone there? Take shelter from the wind and snow~"

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the herdsmen in thick clothes saw these thin-clothed people in front of them and knew that they had met a god, so they hurriedly invited everyone and Bai Jiao into the tent.

I can't understand the language...

Reluctantly, she could only communicate with gestures. Bai Yujun used herbal medicine and arrows collected before as accommodation expenses according to her own rules. The herdsmen were very satisfied, and they were able to rest in the tent with twenty fellow disciples. .

In the middle of the night, the strong wind outside still shook the tent violently. Everyone slept directly in the tent, and the stove was still emitting heat.

Sitting by the fire, Bai Yujun took out a small notebook and carefully recorded the route and the environment and climate with a homemade pencil. Thanks to the animal's sense of direction, she drew a road map from the snow-capped mountains to this place according to the speed, and marked the peaks, valleys and even River, don't underestimate this thing, it will be of great use in the future.

A piece of dry Babahu cake was placed on the stove, and it smelled of burning after baking for a long time.

Bai Yujun likes to eat this kind of slightly burnt cake. The hot temperature fully releases the unique aroma of wheat, and it is slightly burnt like a biscuit, delicious.

Make a mark and put away your pencils and small books. In the dead of night, pick up homemade biscuits and eat them as quietly as possible.

The wind was too strong, and many parts of the tent that were not fastened were shaking constantly. The animal skin blanket under the body was very warm. After eating, I felt a little sleepy. I took out the embroidered pillows and laid them down to sleep under the quilt.

The fire is crackling, the wood is red and the charcoal is breaking and making a sound...

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