Saving The Black Immortal Venerable

Imperial city, imperial palace.

The world is boundless, and the white palace stands in the snow, as if to blend in with the background. The branches were full of snow, and the branches were compressed into arches, and finally overwhelmed, they bounced suddenly. Bai Xue fell to the ground, revealing the dark brown branches below.

This is probably the only color in the palace.

A group of maids in white walked hurriedly through the corridor, each of them with black hair and snow-skinned skin, frosty and proud, slender tall, long black straight hair tied only with a ribbon behind them, and the hair is simply decorated with ice-colored jewelry.

When the other people in the palace saw it, they lowered their eyes from a distance, folded their hands in front of them, respectfully waiting for the woman to pass by. No one in the Imperial City knows the name of Xue Yiwei. They are your Majesty's close guards. Guards, ceremonial guards, inspections, and intelligence can all be involved. The harem is also under their supervision. Because of the critical responsibilities, Xueyiwei's selection is the most stringent. She is all talented, talented, literary, and martial arts. Most of those who can be selected are the daughters carefully nurtured by a large family since childhood.

In the imperial city, the bloodlines are hierarchical, and only intermarriage between families of the same level will be considered as a shame if you marry a family with a bloodline that is not as good as yours. Accumulated from generation to generation, the higher the family pedigree level, the higher the talents of the offspring, the more beautiful the corresponding appearance and the more symmetrical body shape. So over time, in the Imperial City, looking at a person's appearance is enough to guess the other's class.

Xueyiwei collected the most outstanding daughters of the Imperial City, and each of them was top-notch in appearance. Snow clothes guards patrolling the imperial palace, like the snow in the imperial city, have become a must-see landscape every day. But today, they are walking much faster.

Xue Yiwei walked quickly to the palace, they arranged their appearance outside the palace gate, and then entered quietly with a solemn face. The leading woman walked to the floor hood, lowered her eyes, raised her hands to her eyebrows: "Your Majesty, a letter from the Yanjia."

After a while, a clear and elegant voice came from inside. I didn't see him. I knew it was luxurious only by listening to the voice: "Take it out and burn it."

The leader of Xue Yiwei showed nervousness, her fingers tightened, and after secretly inhaling, she tried to speak again: "Your Majesty, the letter is quoted."

Zi Gui resents Yan, crying blood, it means that the most urgent and confidential things are written in it. There was another trembling silence. When the leader of Xue Yiwei couldn't help but wanted to plead guilty, a voice finally came from the floor hood: "Come in."

The leader of Xue Yiwei was relieved: "Yes."

The commander lowered his eyebrows and walked into the floor-to-ceiling hood. The decoration inside the floor-to-ceiling hood is clean, but very elegant. An arched window opened in the middle of the east wall, and a short table was placed in front of the window. A man was sitting next to the seat with his complicated clothes stacked on the floor, and he was holding his sleeves to make tea.

The head of Xue Yiwei appeared in a white gold dress, but she did not dare to look at it, but raised her hand to submit the letter. The letter floated from her hand, and she immediately stepped back and stood aside respectfully.

The letter floated in the air, and no one paid attention to it for a long time. When the temperature of the water was good, the man raised his finger unhurriedly, and the letter immediately fell to the man's hand like a feather.

A pair of thin, slender, white Shengxue's hands picked up the letter and easily opened the seal. With the shaking of the letter paper, black straight hair, thin and delicate lips, straight, tall and narrow nose, and a pair of extremely meticulous eyes were revealed. His pupils were jet-black, he looked tired, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he finished reading the letter at a glance.

As soon as Mu Ce scanned the name of Yan Shi, he wanted to drop it, but he looked at things quickly, and he had already scanned the rest of the content before he moved. He noticed the number "nineteen" and paused slightly.

Mu Ce raised his eyes, and finally there was some emotion in his dispirited eyes.

"nineteen…"

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Jiang Shaocai walked in the knee-high snowfield, spitting out as he walked: "What does it mean to live in a place like this? It is not convenient to travel, martial arts training, life is not necessarily convenient. Come on, is it interesting?"

Since entering the northern border a month ago, the eyes have been full of ice and snow. Finding a way in the snow is actually harder than in the desert, and it hurts your eyes after seeing it for a long time. They traveled for a long time and finally found the western foot of Yishan Mountain.

However, finding the mountains is only the beginning. They are looking for a flower with the size of a palm in the white snow-capped mountains. The Buddha Yelian is light white, similar to the color of ice and snow, mixed in the snow, you can't see it unless you get close.

Mu Yun returned to walk in the snow a little easier, the snow was soft and deep enough to reach the knees, but she stepped on the snow, only pressing down a thin layer. Mu Yungui used his scabbard to shake away the broken ice in front of him, and said, "Save a little bit of effort. We can get out if we find Buddha Yelian earlier."

Fortunately, during the period of Mu Yun's return, his cultivation base has improved a lot, he has aura body protection, does not invade the cold and heat, and stays in the snow all day is not cold. Mu Yun leaped across an ice gap and asked: "Speech Bing said that the northern boundary is cold all year round and the snow does not melt. The monks are struggling in this environment, so how can ordinary people survive?"

"So mortals have the lowest level of blood in the Northern Territory." Jiang Shaocai said, "The Mu family doesn't know what's wrong with their brains, so they must stay in this place. The environment here is bad, and only the most basic food, clothing, housing and transportation will cost a lot of money. Energy, in order to pass down the blood that is qualified to preserve in their eyes, they divided people into three, six or nine classes. The higher and the higher are married, and the lower and the lower live together. The cross-class union is regarded as a shame. The Mu family is the highest level, called the public family, or the royal family; the second is the family with its own inheritance, called the Qing family; the second is the ordinary family, the noble family; finally, it is the most numerous and the most numerous mortal, also It is the Fan clan. Because the public clan has only the Mu family, only the Mu family is allowed to choose from the bottom of the family. However, all the princesses in the past are from the Qing clan. Before the Yan family was in trouble, it was the Qing clan."

Mu Yun returned thoughtfully: "It's no wonder that after Huo Li proposed to marry Yanyubing, the Yan family repelled like that. It turns out that there is such a deep-rooted concept of ancestry in the Northern Territory. In their opinion, I am afraid Huo Li is the lowest mortal clan. ."

"Not only." Jiang Shaocai sneered and said, "The above four classifications are only for residents in the northern territory. For them, people in the world are divided into outsiders and northerners, and the northerners are divided into Public, princes, scholars, and mortals. Outsiders are one level lower than native mortals in the north."

Mu Yungui listened with emotion: "They are all exiled, and they still cling to their previous concept of family status. If they only marry insiders, wouldn't their abilities become more and more solid?"

"Yeah." Jiang Shaocai rolled his eyes without anger. "So the speakers are still weak and unhealthy after so many years. They can only rely on prophecies. They have always refused to put down their bodies and introduce fresh blood. In fact, there are capable people among mortals. At most, if they choose the blood of mortal people who are good at practice to flow into the Yanjiao, but the third or fourth generations, the weak chicken physique of the Yanjiao can be improved. But they would rather die upright than be contaminated by the low-level blood."

Mu Yungui thought thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "Since the Northern Territory never interacts with the outside world, how did you become enemies with the Mu family?"

"It can't be counted as an enmity." Jiang Shaoci hummed slightly, and said casually, "It was they who provoke me unilaterally. My swordsmanship is good, and my cultivation is normal. They have to come to Kunlun when they hear about it. Challenge me. Challenge me. I can’t afford to lose. It is a shame to be defeated by me. Isn’t it normal to lose to me?”

Jiang Shaocai's tone was terribly bad, Mu Yungui wanted to beat him. With Mu Yungui's understanding of Jiang Shaoci, he must beautify himself. Mu Yun was indifferent and asked, "Did you do something?"

Jiang Shaocai denied: "No."

"To be honest. In case we encounter people from the North, I also know how to turn around."

Jiang Shaocai hummed for a long time, and finally said lightly, "I picked one of their flowers."

Mu Yungui gasped in silence. The flower that Jiang Shaocai could admire would never be a common grade. Coupled with his life-threatening character, Mu Yungui could probably guess the result: "What flower?"

"Shuangyu pansy." Jiang Shaocai said, "Do you remember your mother's hairpin? It's similar to the flower above."

Mu Yun Guiming Ming is already mentally prepared, and his eyes are still black when he hears this. She was careless, and she still underestimated the extent of Jiang Shaocai's death. How expensive is the flower that can be carved on the hosta?

Mu Yungui asked: "Does it have anything to do with the royal family?"

"Ok."

Mu Yungui gritted his teeth and asked, "Yan Shi said you have been to Yishan. Could it be that you came last time because of Shuangyujin?"

Jiang Shaoci suddenly looked ahead and said: "There seems to be something in front of you. Stay here and don't move. I'll take a look."

Jiang Shaocai refused to answer directly, but Mu Yungui already knew the answer. She covered her eyebrows, feeling dizzy in her head.

God bless them, don't encounter people from the north along the way. Mu Yungui even suspected that Jiang Shaoci was on the wanted list of the Imperial City!

Jiang Shaoci left suddenly, not just to avoid the topic, he did see something. After Jiang Shaoci walked to the rock, he saw a glacial lake. The ice layer was very solid and sealed with cracks like aurora. Jiang Shaocai stepped onto the ice layer and frowned slightly: "I clearly saw a flash of light here just now, why did it disappear?"

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly rose behind him, engulfing Xue Hao and violently attacking him. Jiang Shaocai jumped up immediately, the long sword was unsheathed, and the blade clanged down several ice cones.

Jiang Shaoci held the sword and landed in the middle of the lake, and the color of the ice beneath his feet changed from white to dark blue, with cracks staggered randomly, as if standing in a galaxy. The snow rolled up by the gust of wind just now fell, and the heavy snow was falling, revealing the neat array of people in white behind.

Standing in the lead was a man in brocade. His clothes were layered on top of each other, his wide sleeves were dancing in the wind, and the gold and silver patterns on it almost jumped out. He had a crown tied high on his head, and his phoenix eyes were narrow and indifferent. He narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Jiang Shaoci, "Why are you?"

Jiang Shaocai chuckled, and calmly pulled up a sword flower: "It's really Yuanjia Luzhai. I knew that the old man did it on purpose."

When Yan Shi said that Buddha Yelian was in Yishan, Jiang Shaocai guessed it. Yan Shi would definitely take the opportunity to report to the Mu family, but it is an indisputable fact that Mu Yungui needs Buddha Yelian, and Jiang Shaocai has no choice.

He knew there was a trap here, so he still had to come and take a trip. As a result, Buddha Yelian encountered an ambush first before he found it.

Mu Ce originally didn't want to pay attention to Yan Jia, but the age of nineteen was too delicate. He couldn't hold back it, and he brought someone to Yishan. Surprisingly, before seeing the girl in the word, she first saw an uninvited guest.

Mu Siyao went to the Wuji faction some time ago, and when she came back, she said that the cold ice melted inexplicably and the seal was missing. Mu Ce guessed that Jiang Ziyu might not be dead, but he didn't expect to see a living person so soon.

Mu Ce looked at the person in front of him and sneered slowly: "Jiang Ziyu, you dare to come to the north."

Jiang Shaocai asked truthfully from facts, "Who are you? I don't know you. Please report your father or your grandfather's name."

"Arrogant." Mu Ce's face was like frost, and he waved his sleeves abruptly, as a stream of pure magic power struck Jiang Shaocai. Jiang Shaoci pointed his sword a little bit, leaped backwards, and said coldly: "I don't want to fight you, lest I bully you. Who are you from Mu Jing?"

Jiang Shaocai didn't intentionally provoke the opponent, he really couldn't do it. His current cultivation base is still hovering at three stars, and his mana must be revealed. The most important thing is that he is now cultivating demon energy, which will swallow the spiritual energy in the monk's body. He was afraid that if he didn't control it, if the spell hits these people, the beam will become stronger and stronger.

Hearing this, Mu Ce's expression became more and more condensed, and he pressed harder. The movement on their side shocked Mu Yungui. Mu Yungui was waiting for Jiang Shao to resign when he suddenly heard the sound of fighting from the direction he left. Mu Yungui was taken aback and hurried over.

Mu Ce slammed into the ice lake with a loud noise, the ice layer was exploded, and the debris flew like a cannonball. Jiang Shaocai and Mu Ce were hit by the air wave, and each stepped back and stood still. Mu Yungui ran over from behind the rock and looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

Jiang Shaocai and Mu Ce turned their heads together, and they were shocked when they saw Mu Yun's return. Jiang Shaoci patted off the ice fragments on his body and said to her: "There are a group of lunatics here who don't understand people. You stay away and be careful to be affected by them."

Mu Ce stared hard at Mu Yungui, his pupils dilated unconsciously. After watching for a long time, he asked incredulously, "Yan Yao?"

"Are you blind?" Jiang Shaocai raised an eyebrow, and coolly glanced at Mu Ce. "Is her age like Yan Yao?"