New White Snake Asking Immortals

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

Winter is approaching, the northern forests are withering leaves and rivers are frozen, the bare branches are faint and crows are screaming. perennial permafrost.

The dark horse is not adapted to the climate of the ice field, so it must be left behind, and it must be taken care of by reliable people.

There's a guy who just fits...

Looking at the unfinished temple like a fortress on the top of the snow mountain, I can only wait until the keel is found. Let them take a few breaths for the time being. As for what they preach and spread, don't believe it. Stupid, the demon is not in the desolate icefield but in the heart.

Pulling the reins, he turned his head to look in the other direction.

"Let's go and find the fellow who traveled here."

"Drive~!"

A group of Chunyang Palace elders and above went straight to a certain direction, the dark horse just lowered its head and ran fast, and saw a smoke rising from a corner in the distance.

The senior Yuxu disciple who had been summoned by the summoning signal was eating barbecue, and his weather-beaten face was suddenly sluggish. He held his animal legs and looked at the elders and the elders who suddenly appeared, not knowing how to react.

Bai Yujun dismounted and walked to him, shoving the reins into his hand.

"We have important tasks for the division and need to go to the north. If the horse can't be taken, you help me take care of the dark horse."

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

Bai Yujun nodded, got up and took the twenty Zixu fellows and quickly went away. The senior disciple of Yuxu, who was full of stubble, watched the sword light fly over the snowy mountain and disappeared at the other end of the mountain. I spent more than two years practicing and traveling in this snowy mountain and did not return to my teacher's door. I was thinking about returning to Shenhua Mountain after completing the task of elders watching horses.

Turning around, I found that the dark horse stared at me with wide eyes, that feeling... very strange.

"Huh? The horse's legs have long scales, and the response is really different. It's really a god."

"drive?"

A word of driving startled the senior disciple.

...

Cold wind howls.

The days in the icefields are short and the nights are long in winter. Except for a small number of human beings living here, there is no trace of any human beings. Flocks of birds flew over the Gobi to the south to escape the cold, insects were silent, and a small number of beasts still survived tenaciously.

There is only a short time each year in summer to turn this ancient forest green, and more time is spent dormant waiting.

When winter comes early, a snow will instantly drop the temperature of the icefield to a terrifying level. Flying north over the snow-capped mountains, the temperature is getting lower and lower. Even practitioners can feel the chill. They rarely see living things after flying for several days. Except for the wind, no sound could be heard, and the bare tree was bleak and cool.

Unlike the Southern Wilderness, which is full of vitality, the more northerly the icefield goes, the more lonely you can feel.

Different from warm areas, flying in the cold and snowy world should try to lower the altitude as far as possible. It is best to fly close to the bare treetops. The higher you fly, the more severe the cold wind will be. Light gallops at a low altitude, flying over the barren and frozen land...

Snow Mountain Temple.

Golden-winged Dapeng Huang Zhao brought a group of Western sect masters. Originally, they planned to seek revenge to find a place. I didn’t expect to meet the silver-haired man who hired to find the keel. He terminated the employment relationship with the forces that the silver-haired man belonged to, and refused to pay a penny on the grounds that the target item was not found, and went straight to the ice field following the traces left by the monk Chunyang.

The silver-haired young man was very angry at what the Western Church did, and he yelled and scolded for being unruly. After finally waiting for the high-ranking people in the power, everyone discussed and decided to go and **** the keel for their own use, leaving some low-level cultivators behind. Hundreds of people crossed the snow-capped mountains and got into the ice sheet.

The keel is very attractive to people, not to mention whether it can extract energy to wash the meridians and cut the marrow, even if the use of bones to refine weapons and magic weapons is enough to make people in the world move.

In the valley, the savage leader looked at the sky and swept towards the icefield, and he felt emotional.

"I think back then, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was so unrelenting. Later, the old man told future generations never to go to the depths of the polar ice field, eh? My Central Plains dialect is becoming more and more fluent."

Turning to look at Snow Mountain Temple, he sneered.

"What a great opportunity to demolish your dilapidated house and kill everyone. Snow Mountain is not yours."

Thousands of savages are out again...

ice field.

Bai Yujun and twenty of his fellow Zixu swept across the hills and icy rivers, emitting a faint fluorescent light to keep out the cold, shaking off the snow from the treetops and flying all the way north, it would not take fifty days, but it would not be any less. Occasionally I can still see some herders who live in the ice sheet and herd elk, and maybe no trace of humans will be seen again in a few days.

The most fearful thing about driving on the icefield is the wind. Once the strong wind blows, the sky is white and the temperature plummets.

The cold wind whistled 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 the heat source to find the herdsmen who were grazing elk. They lived in the polar environment all the year round. Where it was warmer and more comfortable, a few tents were soon found behind some low hill.

When they landed, they each emitted fluorescent light to block the wind and snow and came to the front of the tent ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It was still Bai Yujun who came forward to say hello.

Zixu Jianxiu, who is full of sword intent, can never be greeted. They are better at communicating with swords. Obviously, this is not very suitable.

"Anyone? Take shelter from the wind and snow~"

The tent door curtain was lifted, and the thickly dressed herdsmen saw the thinly dressed people in front of them knowing that they had met an immortal, and hurriedly invited everyone and Bai Jiao into the tent.

I can't understand the babble language...

She had no choice but to communicate with gestures. Bai Yujun used herbs 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 20 fellow students. Fair trade is the good quality of hawkers and cannot be thrown away. .

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.

Bai Yujun sat by the fire and took out a small notebook, carefully recorded the route and the environment and climate with a homemade pencil. Thanks to the sense of direction of animals, he drew a route map from the snow-capped mountains to this place according to the speed, and marked the peaks, canyons and even the peaks and canyons that he saw along the way. River, don't underestimate this thing, it will be of great use in the future.

There was a dry Babahu cake on the stove, and after baking for a long time, it had a fragrant and burnt smell.

Bai Yujun likes to eat this kind of cake that is slightly mushy. The hot temperature fully releases the unique flavor of wheat, and the baking is slightly burnt like a biscuit, which is delicious.

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

The wind was too strong, and many parts of the tent kept shaking. The animal skin blanket under him was very warm. After eating, he felt a little sleepy. He took out the embroidered pillow and laid it down and covered the quilt to sleep.

The fire crackled, the wood red and red charcoal fire cracked and made a sound...

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