Vol 3 Chapter 211: Snowfield

Chapter 211 Snow Field
There was a moment of silence in the room. Several people in the Lingxiaozong looked at Yongye with a strange look in their eyes. Only after Shen Shi frowned slightly, he looked at Gan Ze who was sitting not far away. At a glance.
From the first meeting on the Golden Rainbow Mountain of the Lingxiaozong, Shen Shi did not remember the young but humble Zhenlongdian monk's publicity, let alone boasting, so no matter it was him or anyone else, it was just Jiang Yong. Monk Ye is regarded as an ordinary disciple from Zhenlongdian. At best, he may have a good talent. He was cultivated and cultivated by the elders of Zhenlongdian as an art industry. However, his personal background is not Didn't think too much.
But why did Gan Ze ask these words suddenly and persistently today, and they don't seem to be consistent with his usual performance, and even vaguely aggressive. This thing looks strange indeed.
Only when Yongye answered the former layman's surname Ji, Gan Ze, who originally seemed to be about to break the casserole and ask the end, suddenly fell silent after looking at Yongye. He just nodded slightly at him, unexpectedly. Just stop asking.
At this time, the several Lingxiaozong members who were surprised and curious next to each other suddenly couldn't bear it. After a while, Sun You couldn't help but ask Yongye: "Brother Yongye, your surname Ji, could it be... Is it related to Saint Ji Rongxuan, the founder of Zhenlong Temple?"
Yongye pondered for a moment, and suddenly he said a silent sentence. Then he sighed slightly and said with a slight smile: "That's it." As he said, he looked calmly and calmly continued. It turned out that he was in June. Ji Rongxuan, who ranked second among the great sages, built a great place for the human race and finally founded the Zhenlong Temple. He became a monk and became a monk toward the Buddha until he passed away. Indeed, there is no direct descendant bloodline.
But before Ji Rongxuan was born and fought against the monster clan, he himself had a family of Ji family. Although the children of the Ji family in the clan were not the bloodline of Ji Rongxuan’s own direct relatives, the Zhenlong Palace was so big, it was still impossible to create an attack. The clan who sent the ancestors did not pay attention to it, and they have been taking care of them over the years. If there are any outstanding talents in the Ji clan who have a good temperament, they will generally be admitted to Zhenlong Palace.
At the end of the story, Yongye didn't point it through, but at this point, Sun You and others naturally knew it, but they hadn't seen it before. The monk Yongye is also a person with a background.
Later, Yongye put the matter aside, and continued to introduce some matters on the northern snowy field to the people. After about half an hour, everyone dispersed and prepared to set off tomorrow.
Yongye sent the people to the door and watched them leave one by one. When he turned around, he found that Gan Ze still stood by the door's outer wall and did not walk away.
There was no surprise on Yongye's face either, he just sighed softly, and said, "Brother Gan."
Gan Ze looked up at him, was silent for a while, and then asked slowly, "Is the tomb of Grandmaster Rongxuan in the Zhenlong Hall? Since I'm here this time, I always go to worship. of."
Yongye lowered his eyebrows and said calmly: "The Patriarch's mausoleum is in the depths of the mountain gate. It's just about worshipping, and I need to ask the abbot of this gate. The little monk can't be the lord." After a pause, Yongye spoke again. "But since you are visiting on behalf of the Ling Xiaozong, it must be right for us to have friendship for ten thousand years. Brother Gan does not have to worry."
The corners of Gan Ze's mouth twitched, and his young and handsome face seemed a little serious. After a while, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I mean, I will worship once in private."
Yongye barely hesitated, looked at Gan Ze and said, "Then it's not necessary!"
Gan Ze looked at him coldly, but Yongye's gaze didn't mean to avoid it. After this faintly suffocating moment of silence, Gan Ze suddenly snorted, turned and walked away. Yongye looked at his back, stood in the corridor of the inn and did not move, and a light breeze blowing from nowhere, gently blew the monk's robe on his body, slowly drifting in this quiet aisle With.
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In the early morning of the second day, without much delay, the group left directly. Apart from Flying Snow City, I embarked on the road to the northern snowfields.
Among the numerous states in Hongmeng, Selangor is a large state with a very unique geographical location. It is located in the northernmost part of the entire continent and has a huge snowfield that no one can fully explore so far. In this state, the most populous and lively place is actually just the southernmost line along the state boundary. Seven or eight cities, large and small, headed by Flying Snow City, have concentrated inhabiting eight or nine of the total population of the state. Because if you go further north, you will enter the bitter-cold snowy field in the north, where the temperature drops sharply, it is cold all year round, and the wind and snow continue all the year round. Even ordinary people and even monks with lower morals cannot survive here.
In Selangor, seven or eight days of the year are considered to be winter, but when it comes to this bitterly cold snowfield in the north, it is completely winter all year round.
The extreme north snowfield here is harsh and windy and snowy. It is known as one of the world's Jedi. But the danger is not just the cold and the blizzard. In this snow-white world, there are still many strange hardy monsters living in this cold world, and there are even many strange hardy monsters living in this cold world. Some very powerful high-level monsters.
Walking in the northern snowy field, one who is accidentally buried in the boundless snowy field without being confused by the blizzard may also be buried in the belly of the animal, and there is no place to bury it.
It is precisely because of this that the gate of Zhenlong Temple was chosen in the depths of such a harsh snowfield, which is really incomprehensible. Therefore, Zhenlong Temple has been regarded as an ascetic monk for many years.
When I went out on this day, the sky was clear without snow. According to Monk Yongye, such good weather in Selangor is not particularly frequent throughout the year, and it might be a good sign. A few of them left Flying Snow City all the way to the north. When the city disappeared from sight and under the horizon behind him, Shen Shi found that they were already in an endless and flat field.
As far as his eyes were, the earth seemed pale.
In the vast world and in the middle of nowhere, except for them who couldn't see a single figure, only they left a line of footprints on this piece of snow.
Before walking, both Sun You and Zhong Qingzhu suggested to Yongye to combine land walking with flying in the air. After all, flying on the road is much easier than walking in this piece of snow. But this suggestion was rejected by Yongye. He insisted that all six people walk. As for the reason, he only said two:
First, flying around the snowy field is fine, but once deep into the snowy field, it is very easy to be confused by the sky when flying in the sky. If you encounter a snowstorm peculiar to the snowy field again, I am afraid you will be caught in an instant. Go to the depths of the unknown snowfield, and never get lost again;
Second, there are terrible monsters specializing in hunting food in the air on the snowy field.
When he said that, everyone was silent. Anyway, no one except Yongye had been here. In the end, naturally, they could only listen to him. But in this way, the speed of everyone was indeed still much slower.
Shen Shi led Xiao Hei at the end of the crowd. Compared with yesterday, Xiao Hei today seems to have returned to normal. Although it occasionally looks to the north in a daze, there is no longer the tension of the whole body. The muscles are tense, but they follow Shen Shi from time to time, jumping and playing on the snow.
It was originally the thin snow that had been stepped on the soles of the feet, but by noon, Shen Shi found that it had gradually thickened, and when he stepped up, the snow powder could reach his ankles. The surrounding air also began to gradually get a little colder, and the exhaled breath was full of clear white smoke.
Only that piece of heaven and earth is still empty, seemingly boundless, as if it stretches towards the end of infinity.
Shen Shi took a step, and suddenly his body paused, as if he felt something, then raised his head and touched his face lightly. A piece of coldness seeped from his fingers, and a little snow turned into a hint of water. Wet his fingers.
He frowned and looked up.
On the boundless and empty sky, the sky suddenly became a little gloomy, little by little white, falling from high in the sky.
Fluttering, dancing with the wind.
Snowing.
The voice of Yongye came from ahead, echoing away in this empty wilderness:
"Everyone, if you cross the ice and rock in front of you, you will be stepping on the northern snowy field."
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