Bai Yujun stood in the snow-capped mountains and looked at the north.

Winter is coming, the leaves of the northern forests are withering, the rivers are freezing, the bare branches are bare, and the crows are screaming. Soon there will be a cold wave. Thousands of miles of ice will turn everything into a world of white snow and ice. Deep in the soil beneath the ancient forest is a vast expanse of tens of millions of people.

Permafrost that never melts.

If the black horse is not adapted to the ice climate, it must be left behind and given to a reliable person to take care of.

There's a guy who's just right...

After looking at the unfinished temple that looked like a fortress on the top of the snow mountain, I could only wait until the dragon bones were found before taking action. Let them take a few more breaths for the time being. As for what they preached and spread, don't believe it. Who would believe such nonsense as suppressing ice monsters here?

Silly, the monster is not in the desolate ice field but in the heart.

He pulled the reins and turned to look in the other direction.

"Let's go find that fellow disciple who is traveling here."

"Drive~!"

A group of Chunyang Palace elders and above headed straight in a certain direction. The black horse just lowered its head and ran in confusion. In the distance, a line of smoke was seen rising from a certain corner.

The senior disciple of Yuxu who had been summoned by the summoning signal was eating barbecue. His weather-beaten face, covered with stubble, suddenly became dull. He held the animal leg in his hand and looked at the sudden appearance of the elder and the supreme elder, not knowing how to react.

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

"We have an important mission for our division and need to go to the north. We can't take the horse with us. Please help me take care of the dark horse."

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

Bai Yujun nodded, stood up, and quickly walked away with twenty fellow disciples of Zixu. The senior disciple of Yuxu with a stubble on his face looked at the sword light flying over the snow-capped mountains and disappearing at the other end of the mountain. His face was inexplicable and he didn't know what big thing had happened.

I have practiced and traveled in this snowy mountain for more than two years without returning to my master's door. I thought about returning to Shenhua Mountain after completing the elder's task of watching horses.

Turning around, I found the black horse staring at me with wide eyes. The feeling... was very strange.

"Huh? The horse's legs have scales, and the reaction is really different. It is truly a divine horse."

"drive?"

The word "drive" startled this senior disciple.

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The cold wind howls.

The winter days in the ice field are very short and the nights are very long. Except for a few humans living here, there is no trace of any human beings. Birds fly in flocks across the Gobi to the south to escape the cold. Insects are silent, and a small number of animals still survive tenaciously.

There is only a short period of time in summer every year for this ancient forest to turn green, and most of the time it is dormant and waiting.

Winter comes early, and a snowfall will cause the temperature in the ice field to drop to a terrifying level in an instant. When flying north over the snow-capped mountains, the temperature will get lower and lower. Even practitioners can feel the bone-chilling chill. Living animals are rarely seen after flying for several days.

There was no sound except the wind, and the bare trees were desolate and lonely.

Unlike the southern wilderness, which is full of life, the farther north you go in the ice field, the more lonely you can feel.

Different from warm areas, when flying in a cold world of ice and snow, try to keep the altitude as low as possible. It is best to fly close to the bare treetops. The higher you fly, the more fierce and biting the cold wind will be. There is no need to fight with the cold wind and make unnecessary waste. Twenty-One Swords

The light flies at low altitude, flying over the desolate and frozen terrain...

Snow Mountain Temple.

Huang Zhao, the golden-winged roc, brought a group of Western teaching masters. They originally planned to come to seek revenge and seek trouble. Unexpectedly, they met the silver-haired man and others who were hired to find the dragon bone. After a little thought, they guessed that the dragon bone was somewhere in the ice field. Without hesitation,

He terminated the employment relationship with the force to which the silver-haired man belonged, refused to give him any money on the grounds that the target item was not found, and followed the traces left by the Chunyang monks straight to the ice field.

The silver-haired young man was very angry at what the Western sect had done, and cursed them for not following the rules. Finally, they waited for the senior members of the force. After some discussion, they all decided to go and snatch the dragon bones for their own use, leaving some low-level monks behind.

Hundreds of people crossed the snow-capped mountains and drilled into the ice fields.

Dragon bones are extremely tempting to people. Regardless of whether they can extract energy to cleanse the meridians and cut the marrow, even using the bones to refine weapons and magic weapons is enough to make people all over the world.

In the valley, the savage leader looked at the light escaping from the sky towards the ice field and felt deeply.

"I think back then, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was so unhesitating. Later, the old people told their descendants never to go to the depths of the Arctic ice sheet, eh? My Central Plains dialect is becoming more and more fluent."

He turned around and looked at Xueshan Temple and sneered.

"What a great opportunity, demolish your dilapidated houses and kill everyone. The snow-capped mountains are not yours."

Thousands of savages set out again...

ice fields.

Bai Yujun and twenty of his fellow Zixu disciples flew over the hills and across the frozen river, emitting a faint fluorescent light to keep out the cold, shaking off the snow from the treetops and flying all the way north. It didn't take fifty days, but it wouldn't be any less.

Nowadays, we can still occasionally see some herders living in the ice fields herding elk, but maybe in a few days we will no longer see traces of humans.

The most fearful thing about traveling in the ice field is the wind. Once the strong wind blows, the sky will be filled with white and the temperature will plummet.

The howling cold wind caused the snow to flow like yellow sand and build up dunes one after another. The wind was so loud that it could be described as deafening. Bai Yujun had to search for heat sources to find the location of the herdsmen who herded elk. They lived in the polar environment all year round.

Wherever it was warmer and more comfortable, I quickly found a few tents behind a low hill.

After landing, they each emitted fluorescent light to block the wind and snow and arrived in front of the tent door. Bai Yujun still stepped forward to say hello.

You can't let Zixu Sword Cultivators, who are full of sword intentions, say hello. They are better at communicating with swords, so obviously this is not very suitable.

"Is there anyone here? Let's stay overnight to avoid the snow~"

When the tent door curtain was opened, the thickly dressed herders saw the thinly dressed people in front of them and knew they had met gods, so they hurriedly invited everyone and the white dragon into the tent.

I can’t understand the Jiligulu language…

Having no choice but to communicate with gestures, Bai Yujun followed his own rules and used herbs and previously collected arrows as accommodation fees. The herdsmen were very satisfied and were able to rest in the tent with twenty of his fellow disciples. Fair trade is an excellent quality of a hawker and cannot be thrown away.

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Late at night, the strong wind outside still shook the tent violently. Everyone slept directly in the tent, and the stove was still radiating heat.

Bai Yujun sat by the stove and took out a small notebook. He carefully recorded the route and environmental climate with a homemade pencil. Thanks to the animal's sense of direction, he drew a route map from the snow-capped mountains to this place according to the speed, and marked the peaks and valleys he saw along the way.

Rivers, don't underestimate them, they will be of great use in the future.

There was a piece of dry biscuit on the stove. After baking for a long time, it smelled fragrant and burnt.

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

Make a mark, put away the pencil and notebook, and in the dead of night, pick up the homemade biscuits and eat them bit by bit as quietly as possible.

The wind was so strong that many untied parts of the tent were shaking constantly. The animal skin blanket underneath me was very warm. After eating, I felt a little sleepy. I took out the embroidered pillows and laid them out, and lay down under the quilt to sleep.
Chapter completed!