Chapter 507: Snowfield asceticism

I had known that Xuezhou was chaotic and evil repairs appeared, but Fang Yuan didn't expect Xuezhou to be chaotic to such a degree. If these people just robbed and robbed something, but only a little punishment, but they didn't expect It was so fierce that he wanted to rob Jindan Soul and sell it, but this is not what he can tolerate. Even if he apologizes for his own words, he will kill them.
So, above the remnant ruins of the Imperial Sword Sect, a faint light of sword and flashes of snow appeared, and after a few sounds, it gradually returned to calm down.
Fang Yuan walked out of the ruins, stepping on the snow without traces, thinking secretly in his heart.
"The Imperial Sword Sect is destroyed by the news that there is no living sword mound. Is the existence of the sword mound true?"
Thinking so, he couldn't help but have a ripple in his heart. Could it be said that in the Langya Pavilion, he saw the messy lines on the last page of the Jian Jing, but it was not a ghost symbol, but a path leading to the inanimate A map of the land of sword tombs?
The traces on the map flashed slowly in my mind, and Fang Yuan's heart sank...
If I didn’t think about it before, it’s okay, but now I have this idea in my heart, but the more I think, the more strange lines are full of articles, because he has firmly remembered those lines in his mind. Now, when I think about it, I feel that the lines are faintly consistent with some of the topographic maps of Xuezhou and even the snowfields I have seen during this time...
This made him unable to calm down...
What kind of character is that three swordsman!
If this lifeless sword mound is really his burial place, how precious is that?
Who would not covet the legacy of this peerless powerhouse that existed before the Five Tribulation?
What makes Fang Yuan think even more profound is that if the master swordsman really entered the Wusheng Jianzuo, and then came out, and the sword was greatly advanced, then he stayed in the volume of unknown sword scriptures. The above whimsy, with all kinds of incredible ways of doing things, is it not that he fantasized out of thin air, but that it was left in the inheritance of the three generations of sword and demon?
If this is the case, then you may really need to walk deep into the snowfield...
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Thinking this way, Fang Yuan had slowly walked back to the side of the boat.
At this time, on the Fa boat, the guide monk who was originally hired by Fang was looking forward, looking forward, and in accordance with the rules, he attracted such a seemingly worthless Jin Dan monk. It was a lot of benefits, but the strange thing was that the time had passed a long time ago, and the group of Cao Boss had not yet sent a signal, but made him waiting.
Then when he was so impatient, he saw a shadow coming from the snow in the distance.
The man was slender and dressed in a green robe, as if he was suffering from a serious illness, and flicked back.
"He didn't die?"
The leading monk was taken aback by surprise. Without thinking, he sacrificed a magic weapon and turned to escape.
But the green-robe monk frowned, thinking of some problems, while gently raising his hand, a wicker with a length of more than a hundred feet, with some light on it, quickly rushed over and straightened his The magic weapon was tied and pulled back...
The guide monk felt cold in his heart and knelt down on the ground without moving.
Fang Yuan walked back to the dharma boat, he took a dharma axis, and drew it gently on it.
After a long while, he raised his head and said, "What are you waiting for, come up to control the dharma boat!"
The guide monk froze, looking up at Fang Yuan in disbelief.
After a long while, he reacted and said: "Where do you want to go?"
Fang Yuan raised his hand and said, "All the way north!"
The guide monk jumped up and nodded, "Good, good, the villain knows!"
Looking at him, he was gentle and honest, but the fierce light was hidden in his eyes, but Fang Yuan couldn't help but also considered a problem.
Xuezhou is too chaotic here, it is simply lawless, set up an ambush, take the soul of the people, and then sell it to evil repairs at a high price. This is simply an unimaginable evil deed, not to mention in Zhongzhou, but in remote Yunzhou. There is no limit to the existence of Yinshanzong, and they dare not do such things. It is difficult to imagine what will happen after crossing the snow line and entering the snowfield.
In the face of this chaos, I have to think about how to deal with it...
After reading a few years in Langya Pavilion, Fang Yuan's knowledge has greatly increased, and he has also been more considerate in his work. At this time, he has a glimpse of the whole leopard and wants to see the chaos in Xuezhou and even the snowfield. Quickly came up with a countermeasure...
Although I am a reasonable reader, is it useful in such a mess?
If reasoning is useless, then you can only be a more unreasonable person!
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The edge of Xuezhou is the snow line.
After crossing the snow line, they entered the vast snowfield.
If it is said that in Xuezhou, because of the presence of the sword wash pool and some rules, then after crossing the snow line, it has really become a harsh environment where the environment is harsh. The icy and snowy ground is rock, and it can be frozen into cracks, it is solid ice, and it can be blown out by the wind. It is like a white hell.
However, no matter how harsh the environment is, the pace of practitioners cannot be stopped.
Even in the ice and snow where people can be frozen, there are traces of practitioners.
They were willing to fight snow beasts here, and were baptized by the snow and ice.
Generally speaking, this is divided into three kinds of people.
One type of person is evil cultivation. They are not allowed in Kyushu and can only seek living space here.
A kind of person is an ascetic, who pursues such harsh environments, sharpens the Dao Xin, and pursues entry.
The last person is a treasure hunter.
Although it is difficult to survive on the snowfield, there are countless treasures that can only grow in this environment. Every time a plant is found, it can be sold at a high price, and those who are dormant in the ice and snow are extremely dangerous and easy. The snow beast that needs human life is also a kind of treasure. It is full of treasure. Every time it kills one, the flesh and horns can be sold at a high price.
In addition, there are endless legends on the snowfield. It is said that there are many overhauls. Before sitting, they will come to the snowfield. By the cold of the world, they will seal their flesh and look forward to waking up one day, and their inheritance He then stayed in the snowfield, but when he found one, he was hit by Universiade. From then on, it was not a fantasy.
It is for this reason that there is no trace of human existence on this vast snowfield.
From the frost line to the snow line, there is a gentler road to the north.
This road was taken out by countless practitioners, it is a rare road above the snowfield, and at the end of this road is Wuxue Mountain, where towering into the clouds, the high mountain lined with heaven and earth Below, there is an inn. This inn is not big, but it is the only inn within a thousand miles. Therefore, people on this snowfield, whether they are evil repairers, ascetics, or treasure hunters, will Here as a resting place for yourself, in the vast snow sea, find a ray of comfort.
At this time, the door of this inn was being pushed open by a person who looked thin and shrivelled. The raging snow outside immediately poured it in. The thin figure fell to the ground and seemed to be exhausted. I couldn't get up in a while.
"Fuck, let the snow blow in again, close the door!"
Inside the inn, there were dozens of thick wooden tables, and many people were eating and drinking around, and immediately yelled and scolded.
The thin figure lying on the ground took a few breaths before climbing up and closing the door, but at this time, the second in the inn in the inn, a high-level monk who had built a foundation, had already run over and scolded the wind hard. Xue shut the door and kicked the person lying on the ground, scolding indignantly: "A man named Huazi has not yet died on the Tianshan Mountain!"
The thin figure climbed up, only to find that although there was a lot of dirt on her face, she was actually a woman with beautiful features, but her face was dirty, her lips were dry, and her face also had frostbite, which really covered a lot. She is charming.
She was silent when she was hit by the shop, but she just climbed up silently and walked slowly towards an empty table.
Before sitting down, Dian Xiao Er pushed her and said, "Is this where you sit?"
The thin woman pursed her lips, as if she was used to it, she silently walked to a small mud table near the corner, and pulled a small corner stool under her butt, her voice hoarsely said: "I want a pot Stuffed with ice grass, add three pounds of snow lamb!"
The little boy in the shop looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay, a hundred spirits!"
The skinny woman raised her head in a puzzled manner and said, "Don't you only need thirty-two spirits before?"
The shop Xiaoer sneered: "This is the price now, don't get out!"
The skinny woman was silent for a moment, and touched her own Qiankun bag, her face looked a little bleak. After a while, she was ruthless and placed a white medicine with red leaves on the mud case, saying: "My money Not enough, but I grabbed this snow ginseng from a snow python mouth. It should be worth three hundred and two spirits. You need to find and return me two hundred and two..."
"You still have this kind of luck?"
The shop little two looked at her unexpectedly, took the snow ginseng, and sneered: "It's worth your meal!"
The thin woman hurriedly said: "This foot is worth three hundred spirits..."
Dian Xiaoer sneered: "If it is in Kyushu, it is worth three thousand two spirits, but in the snowfield, it is worth three pounds of snow lamb!"
The thin woman seemed vaguely angry, looked up at the shop little two, and said nothing.
Dian Xiaoer was just condescending and looked at her proudly.
The diners around, at this time a group of three or five, also stopped and looked at her with a smile.
In the end, the thin woman nodded~EbookFREE.me~ compromised: "Wine should be more mellow, and snow lamb must be fatter!"
Dian Xiaoer sneered and took Xueshen away.
"Snapped"
After a while, a dirty iron plate and a deflated hip flask were thrown in front of the woman.
The wine was sprinkled in half at a time, and the liquor was only slightly blue, obviously with a lot of water.
And the plate of meat is piecemeal, clearly less than three pounds, and there are many bone residues mixed in it, a sticky plate, not to mention fat, not even fresh snow lamb, but other diners eat After the rest, they were mixed together.
The thin woman looked at the plate of pork-like meat and was silent for a long time.
Then she began to squeeze meat into her mouth vigorously, chewing on it with a gobbling look.
The surrounding diners laughed courageously: "How can there be people like this?" 8)