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Ice and snow.

There are vast mountains in the distance, and snowflakes are floating nearby.

A figure stood quietly in a valley covered with ice and snow. His feet were buried in the knee-deep snow, and his long yellow gown looked a little thin. When the cold wind blew, his clothes fluttered slightly with the cold wind. And his tall body stood upright and straight, like a piece of tree trunk in the desolate, although he was proud of the snow, he looked lonely and lonely.

Facing the boundless emptiness and silence, he was stunned for a long time, but he still couldn't help but look back at the way he came and looked at the even more empty end. The mask he wore was shining in the snowflakes. In his eyes, there was less lazy and casualness as before, more a hint of bitterness and a faint loneliness!

The Yuan Ling exhausted her life and died.

An old man whom he met on a strange road, an ordinary disciple of the immortal sect. He spent his whole life comprehending the path of immortality, or becoming an extraordinary realm, but he wasted his cultivation. Finally, with relief, regret, and last piety, he knelt down before the altar of Tongtian, and buried his body in the withering of time.

Before he died, he wanted to send him a trip. It was nothing more than a talisman, sending him to the end of his destination...

Wujiu turned around and turned to look forward.

I am not a real monk, and I am not a relative or acquaintance with Yuan Ling. But when facing his confusion in life and death, I can't help but empathize with him. Especially the old man was born with persistence and resigned to persistence. Even though he suddenly realized at the end of his life and death, he still had no regrets. Looking back on his years, although he escaped and was thorough, the confusion and fear on the way were the same!

As it is said: Between existence and non-existence, the life of the immortal Tao; the moment of silence is the cycle of heaven and earth. Since the wind passes without trace, why bother with the blooming and falling of flowers behind you?

There may be only one way of immortality, but there are thousands of ways to walk. Different paths are the same, but the wonderful and different...

Wujiu raised his hand and looked at the jade slip he held silently.

The jade slip was left by Yuan Ling, with no less than tens of thousands of characters printed on it, and was roughly divided into four parts, namely the Heart Chapter, Knowledge Chapter, Learn Chapter, and Travel Notes. Among them, astronomy, geography, all things in the universe, ordinary worlds, ghosts, monsters, and demons, and insights of immortals, etc., are all involved. This shows how two hundred years of hard work.

However, I am not a studious person. I will leave such a great work to those who will be destined to be later!

Wujiu put away the jade slip and was silent for a moment before he could regain his mood and looked up.

Is this Long Dichuan?

It's frozen thousands of miles!

Fortunately, with spiritual power to protect the body, otherwise I would be frozen to death.

Wujiu's eyes floated with a snowflake and fell on his body.

Before the snowflakes fell, they quietly slid away from the distance. However, the energy inside the body was still surging, and the cold and heat were not invaded.

He slammed the sleeve of the lower robe, breathed a sigh of relief, and then identified the direction slightly. His feet slowly floated up and then stepped forward. In a blink of an eye, a figure appeared on the vast snow field. He walked rapidly like the wind, with no trace behind him...

The Longdi River is within a radius of tens of thousands of miles. From this, you can pass through the snow field, the Wanlin River, and the Longzhu Spring, you can reach the next boundary, Longkang Ridge. The map of Canglong Valley is simple to describe, but it is not easy to walk.

Three days later, the wind and snow became even worse.

The large snowflakes danced wildly with the raging cold wind, and the distance was endless. As if the sky had collapsed, only the lost despair was released!

Wujiu is still moving fast, and his lonely figure sometimes appears in the wind and snow, sometimes hazy. When he jumps up a hillside, he stops and looks into the distance.

The scene around is still the same. As the cold wind passes, the white snow mist rolls up layer by layer, rolling endlessly, like silver dragons hiding up, and then climbing across the snow field and raging endlessly. For a moment, people are at a loss and are not sure where they are.

Wujiu took out a fasting pill and threw it into his mouth. He took out a piece of spirit stone and held it in his palm. After a little rest, he rushed into the depths of the wind and snow again.

At this moment, the map is useless. If you want to break out of this snow field, you can only walk straight...

Another seven days passed.

A figure jumped up from the snow pile, instantly shaking the snowflakes all over the body. Then, his feet were not touching the ground, and he ran with all his might on the flat snowfield.

As the wind and snow gradually fade away, icebergs are rising and falling in front of them.

The mountains and rivers of varying heights are covered with ice and snow. From a distance, the peaks are stacked, like silver dragon scales, rising and falling between the sky and the earth. They are like dragons lying across, and the atmosphere is full of magnitude.

Wujiu's momentum did not diminish until he jumped onto a hill and floated down from mid-air. He swung his sleeves with a "splash" and wanted to look out with a proud look, but unexpectedly his feet slipped and staggered. He barely stood firm, and in a embarrassment, he saw clearly what was under his feet.

The hills are not ordinary hills, but are covered with a thick layer of ice, hard and smooth, and it is difficult to gain a foothold. From then on, glaciers overlap, far and near are the same color, just like the frozen sky and the coldness of the bones spread all over the world.

It is shallow and easy to see, here is Dragon Scale River.

Wujiu used his spiritual power to dissipate the coldness that suddenly disappeared. He raised his foot and stepped lightly, slowly slid down the hill, looked around for a moment, and then rushed to the ground.

After another half a month, the glaciers gradually grew higher. Within a few days, there were more icebergs. When ice peaks were everywhere, it was gradually hard to find the road.

Wujiu had to stop when he got here.

He wandered at the foot of the iceberg for a while, but still had no way to go. He had to take out the handleless blunt sword and jump towards a nearby ice wall. Then he swung his arm, and a string of ice chips were swayed on the blade, and then he took advantage of the momentum to jump up. After several times, the person had reached the top of the iceberg hundreds of feet. He fell down and realized that after the iceberg, there was still icebergs, layer by layer, and there was no end to see...

When there are no more icebergs blocking the road, it is two months after entering the Long Di River.

A huge valley appeared in front of it. Although the snow had not yet disappeared, there were groups of ancient trees on both sides, and misty mist floating in the valley. In the long-silent desolation, a rare and vivid scene suddenly added to it.

Above the ice peaks near the valley, a figure sat quietly.

His face with golden mask was covered with fatigue and loneliness in his originally lively eyes. Even if he was about to get out of the way forward, he seemed unable to lift up his energy. He just supported his cheeks with his hands and stared silently at the empty world alone.

Wujiu arrived here and did not continue moving forward.

Along the way, there was no one else who could see him. The torment of trekking alone was not just fatigue, but also the panic of loneliness, as if he was abandoned by heaven and earth, which often made him at a loss!

Fortunately, I thought about escaping from Gujian Mountain, seeing Qi Sanren, and going home to see him. Of course, I also thought about Zi Yan, so I had a persistent direction and supported by faith. However, there were always too many accidents on the way, which made people panic and embarrassed and caught people off guard!

Why do those monks still enjoy understanding? For example, Yun Shengzi, Yuan Ling...

Wujiu was a little upset, so he straightened his waist, stretched his arms, opened his mouth and yawned.

It's so tiring to think about it.

He wanted to sleep for a while, but he was afraid that he would wake up and forget the time again. He remembered that there were small methods in the martial arts books with divine thoughts leaving the body. If he practiced skillfully, it would be like opening his eyes when he was sleeping. In the future, he might as well try one or two.

According to the map, the valley below should be the last level of Long Dichuan, Longzhuquan...

Wujiu lowered his head and looked down, his expression condensed.

There seemed to be movement and stillness in the depths of the valley more than ten miles away. But if you want to see clearly, it is still hazy.

Alas, my spiritual sense has reached a thousand,500 feet now, and I thought it was quite powerful. Compared with the vastness of the world, it was like a difference between clouds and mud!

He shook his head helplessly, stood up, raised his foot and left the top of the mountain. When he fell, he took out a flying sword and drew to the cliff. The ice and snow stone chips splashed, and the figure suddenly fell straight. In a moment, the person reached the bottom of the valley, looked around for a moment, and then galloped forward.

If it was the cold season of frozen world before, the valley in front of me was a little more of the melting of spring snow. In the residual snow, the fog was awesome, ancient trees were spitting green, and the wet mountain wind blew towards me.

The more you move forward, the stronger the spring feeling.

After going two or three hundred miles apart, there was a look of spring water in the valley, which was more than a foot or more, and it was scattered by mist. From a distance, it looked quite magical like a pearl scattered. Dragon Pearl Spring was just like that. As it approached, it suddenly felt warm and spiritual.

Wujiu fell down in front of a spring before he looked down at him, but suddenly his expression moved slightly, and he turned up his eyes and watched.

When the valley arrived here, it gradually narrowed, but turned a corner in front of it, forming an open space of about a thousand feet. The surrounding cliffs stood, and there were springs of all sizes. More than a dozen male monks gathered together, either setting up a bonfire to grill food, or taking off their clothes and lying in the spring water. It was like a scene of traveling outside the city, but it was not a talented man and beautiful woman from the capital, but a monk from Lingshan and a disciple of Gujian Mountain. Most of them had their masks removed and they looked fearless. Perhaps they saw strangers breaking in, and everyone looked at it intently...

Wujiu stood there in a daze, unable to move forward and retreat.

If you want to go to the next Longkang Ridge, the Longzhu Spring here is a must-pass place. As for how to walk through, it is still unclear. Instead, you meet a group of disciples from Gu Jianshan. Who said that there will be any troubles?

Wujiu felt a little guilty and reached out to hold the mask on his face.

Just at this moment, someone called out, "Why should you hide your head and tail with your junior brother? Let's have some fun..."

The sound of a middle-aged man with a beard was lying naked in a spring, stretching his arms, looking comfortable. Before he finished speaking, someone laughed and said, "Hehe, that's the reason! The Dragon Pearl Spring is not only boiling as hot as a boil, but also rich in spiritual energy. It soaks in it, and it is the most relaxing of muscles and bones and nourishes the mind and body. Since the senior brother is not an outsider, he is just a self-contained. It will be not too late to leave for a few days. I see that there is no way out..."

The person who followed the voice was a young man who said something and pointed his hand behind him. Through the mist of the spring, a mountain stream could be seen passing through the cliff.

Oh, I actually met a group of easy-going and hospitable Gu Jianshan disciples. There are still many good people in this world!

Wujiu felt relieved and raised his hand to greet him, "Hehe, I have seen you brothers. I have something to do, so let's go ahead..."

He walked around the spring and wanted to find a way forward.

But the strong man stood up from the water and said with a puzzled look: "Is this senior brother not a disciple of Baijian Peak?"

Wujiu didn't think much and replied: "Ah... I'm from Huanglong Valley..."

As soon as he said that he immediately brought out a scolding: "Since you are a disciple of Huanglong Valley, why are you wearing my Baijian Peak costume? Where is Junior Brother Jiang Feng? Did you kill him..."

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Chapter completed!