Before I knew it, the snow stopped.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning penetrated the clouds and landed at the foot of the mountains. It cut the snow-covered mountains from the high frozen plains like a long rainbow, extending from the foot of the mountain to the end of the view, the Panlong Ridge City Wall looming in the snow fog.

The wind blew, and a pair of big hands pushed away the clouds, and the glory fell from the cracks in the sky, and the long rainbow gradually widened to both sides until everything that could be seen. The snow-capped field reflected a dazzling light, which made people unable to look directly. After watching for a long time, your eyes would lose their focal length and tears would flow endlessly.

The sun shines, and the long eagle cries resounding through the sky awaken the snow-capped mountains. The eagle strikes the sky, shocking the sky and shutting the clouds.

Kunlai Mountain is alive.

The eagle that was swiftly diving at high speed was as fast as thunder and lightning, spreading its wings and rising into the air again, and a snow rabbit had been caught in its claws.

Wild yaks walked out of the shelter, shook off the snowflakes on their bodies, and blew the snow and sought food with their fellows.

Groups of snow-dibs hung from behind the wild yaks, staring at the cubs surrounded by adult yaks in the center, but they suffered from the fact that there were too many adult yaks in this group of wild yaks, and there was no way to take advantage of them.

Just as he was about to leave, the leader of the snow-drift wolf stopped halfway, looking up and sniffing the air, as if he had smelled something.

Suddenly, a white tiger left behind afterimages, and rushed straight into the wolf pack, holding the snow-drift wolf as big as a calf in his mouth. With a click, the wolf's head hung weakly, and blood flowed down the white tiger's sharp teeth.

The wolves immediately scattered.

This white tiger has light blue fur, which is somewhat similar to the supreme god Xuefu in the White Tiger Temple. It is a lot smaller in size and seems to be the offspring of Xuefu. At the same time, there are many similar tigers hunting on the vast frozen plains, picking only the most powerful prey, which is comparable to a small house, with sharp horns and a group of evil wolves, and fighting against a group of evil wolves... A tiger was injured, licking his wounds quietly, enjoying his prey, and then deliberately avoiding the road and returning to the temple.

On the road, whether it was the landlord caravan or the pilgrims coming from afar, they were all accustomed to the white tigers walking slowly on the snowy fields in the distance, and were not too surprised.

With his eyes turned, Angma saw that several roads up the mountain were crowded with people, and the pilgrims had already set off for a day.

The plan for the day is in the morning, let alone the monk who woke up early.

In the small courtyards, sitting on cushions, wooden stakes for chopping wood, or simply sitting on the roof, meditating in the direction of the eastern sunrise, all the monks who finished their morning classes and went back to the house to change into their training uniforms. They either joined the team to the food room with their dishes or carried dirty clothes to wash at the lake. During the practice, cleaning clothes and body cleaning is as important as sweeping away the dust and dirt in their hearts.

Walking on the road in the monk's house, people often spy on Angma with curious snooping, but they only looked away after just a few glances. For these monks, whether they can wear the training uniform of the monks in the White Tiger Temple, whether they are the Jinyuman, the monkey or the foreigner, it means they have obtained the recognition of the master of the place, the Supreme God Xuewu, and they are the same seekers as them, and they should not be discriminated.

"Is there any origin of this martial arts competition?" Angma asked Commander Fang.

Commander Fang replied while walking: "The annual martial arts competition is hosted by Baihu Temple. In previous years, the four major temples, the Four Wind Valley Jiuxian lineage, the Qingri Peak Achievement lineage, Tianchan Temple - Oh, it should be called Yingzong Zen Temple, and the monks of Pandalia's veins will send young generations of disciples to participate. The conference can promote communication between various veins, but the champion is not important. What is important is that no matter whether you win or not, someone can always integrate it in the process, learn from the strengths of the families, and bring different changes to the monk's way. Such young monks are often attracted by the masters of various veins who come to observe and become closed disciples. Many monks have experienced this process."

Angma blinked, and it sounded like a lot of monk factions. Needless to say, this is because of the richer details of the concrete world. Just like a mage, the distinction between flame, frost and arcane is actually completely limited by gameplay. If you have to distinguish it, the first two are actually the school of shaping spells among the eight major magic schools, and the various spells in the arcane classification belong to the other seven branch schools. There are many, and according to the different concepts of spell casting, the eight schools can subdivided into several times the derivative branches.

"Someone once told me that the monk only has three meridians, and I still believed it."

Commander Fang grinned, "Which three meridians?"

"Treading the wind, weaving mist, and the wine fairy."

Commander Fang thought, "This is indeed the most supreme and most difficult three meridians in the way of monks. It is very representative, and it is true that it is true that martial arts are diverse, but there are far more than these three meridians."

"Commander Fang should also participate in the competition, right? With Command Fang's skills, he should have a good chance of winning." This is not flattery. After getting along for a long time, Angma can realize the powerful strength of this round-faced monk with a not-stunning appearance.

"Me?" The round-faced monk shook his head, "It was possible in previous years, but this year was different. After His Majesty Shaohao ascended the throne, he integrated the monk's veins and formed the Shadow Sect. This year's martial arts competition, not only the younger generation, but many masters who have been practicing for many years, will come to the meeting at the invitation of His Majesty. It should be the largest competition in history. I am afraid that I will be eliminated in the first few rounds."

Angma had some understanding of the Black Guard Commander. But Angma still hardly imagined how an ordinary garrison monk on Panlong Ridge became an exquisite hidden weapon and the Black Guard Commander who was responsible for intelligence after suffering serious injuries that almost caused his lifelong disability.

Everyone walked to the food room, lined up, made a meal, and ate on the long table... They ate very ordinary, with seven or eight kinds of vegetables steamed with diced rice, and a little pickled radish. During the meal, Commander Fang told Angma a lot of precautions for temple life.

First of all, take care of yourself. Before and after three meals a day, there is free time. At this time, monks can deal with personal problems, wash clothes, chop wood, or go to the logistics courtyard to buy some items from the landlord caravan.

Every afternoon, all the trial grounds and preaching halls on the four main peaks will be open. The monks can go to practice by themselves according to the content they have learned. Apart from ordinary precepts such as being obliged to return to their houses when the drums are ringing and not walking around at night, not disturbing pilgrims, and not having conflicts with fellow practitioners, the temple does not have mandatory regulations at all, and everything depends on personal consciousness. Every month, the temple will also select monks who pass the test and go to the snow-capped mountains for trials to improve their cultivation.

These rules are not unacceptable to Angma. Instead, they just provide a quiet environment to familiarize themselves with the two energies in the body. He came here to clear his mind and resist the negative impact of the origin of the shadow on his mind. After he was unconscious, what changes happened in his body that caused the shadow to no longer mess with his heart. Although he had not found the reason, there was still time.

After all, how many years will it be before the war of ancient times breaks out?

After breakfast, Commander Fang said goodbye to Angma, saying that he was going to return to the base and practice the young black guard who came to participate in the martial arts competition. Angma fell into the single order. He heard that Xuefu from the main peak was preaching the wisdom of fighting against evil demons and stabilizing his mind, so he returned to his residence to take the martial arts stick given by Lao Li, used it as a walking stick, and embarked on the road up the mountain with the pilgrims.

It took more than an hour to go up the mountain.

After the essence of the Sunwell was recovered, this fatigue was no longer enough to make Angma feel tired. During the listening process, he had a strange impression.

The last time I saw this supreme god, it was in the derivative timeline divided by the "Fallen One" to encourage him to change. At that time, he was extremely powerful, like a god. Not to mention Xuewu, even the four supreme gods combined could not defeat him. But now, he has become a practitioner who is humbly studying in his temple.

As a wilderness demigod who has lived under the threat of evil demons for many years, Xueqiu has made great achievements in the field of mind. He has even accumulated valuable experience through this confrontation and gradually established a certain understanding of the essence of evil demons, the shadow realm and the void. He is worthy of being the earliest and most powerful group of natural spirits of Azeroth. Perhaps this wisdom cannot be separated from the former care and guidance of the Titan Guardian. Angma believes that other supreme gods must be like this.

While listening, Angma keenly sensed that someone had been observing him behind his back. Although he had no malice, he felt a little uneasy. Looking back, it turned out to be the temple prayer he took him up the mountain a few hours ago.

After looking at Angma together, the temple Zhu smiled politely, put away the doubts and scrutiny in his eyes, and turned his eyes to Baihuxue Fury.

The same scrutiny and the same doubts lasted for three months.

Thanks to Mr. Kezhejin for his reward~
Chapter completed!