Chapter Thirty-Six Returning to Frost Mountain's White Snow
The snow that has not melted for thousands of years on Huishuang Mountain is not white in winter, it is a kind of light gray. The sky is gray, the distance is gray, and even the earth is gray. Some are black.
The dead branches struggled in the snow to reveal some clues, but they were once again covered up by large tracts of falling snow, and the withering of winter was clearly visible.
The foot of the mountain is filled with round barracks. Although the wind is biting, it cannot shake these tents made of coarse cloth. If you look closely, you can find that the four walls of the tent are flashing with silver runes. Obviously, these are not
An ordinary marching tent, but a magical weapon.
From time to time, patrolling monks flew by in the sky, and the brilliance of various colors decorated the monotonous gray dome. In the black forest covered with white snow around the camp, there were countless secret sentries hidden, and their flying swords had been sharpened to an extremely sharp angle.
Just waiting to drink the dripping blood.
Although the ice and snow in Huishuang Mountain was cold, it could not penetrate the finger-thick cowhide of the Chinese army tent. Loud noises came from the tent. Jiang Baichuan sat on a high chair in the middle, wearing a snow-white fox skin.
It covered all the exposed parts of the chair. He wore a moon-white fur cloak, and a golden belt around his waist, with a flying eagle embroidered with gold thread.
Doubt, this is the faith of the royal family of Xiliang Kingdom. He squinted his eyes and looked at the monks who were drinking and noisy in the tent. Today is their last banquet. After today, they will face the most powerful sect in the Tianqiong Mountains.
God knows how many restrictive mechanisms the opponent will set up along the way, how many strange magic circles they will set up when attacking the mountain, and how many monks will fall in them. However, as the thirteenth son of Xiliang Kingdom, Jiang Baichuan does not lack ambition and courage.
, not to mention the lack of courage to bear the resentment of the bones at his feet after success. What he wants is the superior rights, and for these, everything can be sacrificed.
This time, a banquet was held in the Chinese army's tent for the six ministers and two elders. The other monks were enjoying themselves in their tents. There was an unlimited supply of fine wine and food. Of course, these fine wines were not ordinary and could be used.
Improve your cultivation. On ordinary days, these things that the monks can't touch are now open to the public. Naturally, there are many people who are drunk and lose their temper.
One of the elders, Zhang Dameng, came to Jiang Baichuan with a bowl of wine and said carelessly: "Your Highness, Lao Zhang has been cultivating the immortal world for hundreds of years, and he has never been as happy as he is today.
.His Royal Highness Lao Zhang Jing has a glass of wine. After drinking this wine, I hope that His Highness will be able to defeat you this time and sweep away his mother's Tianqiong Sect."
Jiang Baichuan smiled and said: "With Master Zhang's auspicious words, let's all drink together. May this sweep across the sky and God bless our Xiliang eagle to fly on the top of Taibai Peak." All the monks present raised their glasses of wine.
After drinking it in one gulp, there was a desolate and domineering air.
What Donghai Diaosou originally wanted to say was preempted by Zhang Da Meng, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He glanced at Zhang Da Meng sideways and thought to himself, this guy usually looks stupid and stupid, but after this happened
He's still a bit cunning, so I have to be wary of him this time.
Shangguan Luoyu put down his wine cup, cupped his hand and said, "Your Highness, according to reports from secret sources within the Tianqiong Sect, everything is going well within the Tianqiong Sect. Our number one figure has successfully gained Gu Siqin's trust and taken over the hub on the mountain.
They are planning to launch a major operation against the treasury when we attack the mountain, completely paralyzing the treasury. Haha, this is really God's will."
Jiang Baichuan stroked the gorgeous fur on the collar of his coat and said enthusiastically: "Okay, great, since God has blessed me in Xiliang, let's have another drink, and may my Xiliang royal family live forever for eternity.
"The monks in the tent echoed and drank the wine in their glasses.
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On the cold night, all the tents were drinking and chatting. Only one person stood in the snow in the cold winter night, looking at the dark forest under the thick night sky, but he felt a little lost. When the smell of wine, meat and people mixed together, that
It's just a disgusting thing. Everything starts from rights, and everything will end with rights.
Ling Hanyu was previously the captain of Team B of Xianzhou Sitian Pavilion, so he was inevitably called up for this expedition. His current cultivation level has reached the late stage of foundation building, and is still some distance away from the peak. With his current cultivation level, he is enough to
Obtain a position as captain of ten in the rebel army. Although it is not as comfortable as in Sitian Pavilion in Xianzhou, if you perform well in this battle, you will definitely have a good chance of promotion. The so-called promotion means more spiritual stones.
More elixirs, more treasures of heaven and earth, and greater rights. No one would feel that promotion is a burden, and Ling Hanyu certainly wouldn't either, but he did not think that attacking the Tianqiong Sect was an opportunity.
He did not question the strength of Sitian Pavilion's army, but he questioned Jiang Baichuan. This royal monk who had just completed retreat was ambitious, but a little immature. Why were so many experienced veterans in Sitian Pavilion not accepted?
He was entrusted with such an important task, but chose such an embroidered pillow. This was the reason why he was aggrieved. It would have been much better if Shangguan Luoyu, one of the nine ministers, or Donghai Diaosou, one of the elders, had been in charge of the overall situation during this expedition.
Ling Hanyu couldn't imagine what would happen if such a group of people were brought together, plus a prince commander who had no experience in commanding an army. His keen perception not only allowed him to get twice the result with half the effort while practicing, but also in Sitian Pavilion.
Smooth sailing. With his sensitive intuition, he had to leave a way out for himself. To be precise, he was the one who provided intelligence to the Tianqiong Faction. If the Tianqiong Faction defeated, naturally he would get great benefits. If the Tianqiong Faction defeated
If the battle is defeated, the damn ones will die, and he will still not suffer any loss. Ling Hanyu believes that there are definitely many monks like him in Sitian Pavilion, but everyone just understands it tacitly.
The next day, the sky cleared up, but the sky near Shuangshuang Mountain was still cloudy. The warm air from the south and the cold current from the north met here. Even if the sun was shining ten miles away, it would be cloudy as soon as you entered the mountain boundary.
This also leads to the scene of Huishang Mountain being shrouded in white snow all year round.
Si Tiange's team began to move forward, and the sky was filled with darkness, like a flock of birds in the sky, and like the cold stars in the dark night. Jiang Baichuan's vehicle was a huge building boat, with a hull no less than a hundred feet long.
Zhongyang has three floors of attics, with no less than a hundred rooms. The hull of the ship exudes a golden light in the sun, and the wooden boards on the side of the ship are carved with fine patterns. There is a faint aura flowing in these patterns, and the airflow is on the bottom and bottom of the ship.
The rapid flow on both sides creates a pressure difference between the upper and lower airflows and creates buoyancy, so that this huge building ship can fly with ease in the air.
There is a sculpture of a golden giant eagle at the bow of the ship. The eagle's eyes are looking straight ahead, its wings are slightly spread, and it is flying, exuding a majestic air. If you walk close to the giant eagle, you can
I feel that the airflow in front of the ship is split along the eagle's beak and flows past the side of the ship. The resistance of the ship's forward direction is sharply reduced. The loft in the middle of the ship is even more decorated with carved beams and painted columns, which are extremely luxurious.
It's not an array pattern, it's just carved there to highlight the grace and splendor. A large banner stands at the highest point of the ship. The wind blows in the air and the flag makes a grin. There is a big ginger written high on the flag.
Character.
"It would be more appropriate to drive this building ship to conquer the Tianqiong Sect. It would be more appropriate to travel to the Tianqiong Mountains." Ling Hanyu thought to himself. He was responsible for the vigilance around the building ship and led his ten monks to shuttle around the ship.
There were fifty or sixty teams doing the same job as him, and teams of monks could be seen everywhere within a few dozen miles of the ship. The flying magic weapon they drove was shaped like a round saucer, and the center of the saucer could stand.
There are three people, but basically everyone has one. This kind of flying magical weapon is the standard equipment of Sitian Pavilion. The monks with Jindan and below have one, and its characteristic is to save spiritual stones. They really don’t need to pursue speed. In Jiang Baichuan
In the eyes, the Tianqiong Sect is like the pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, sooner or later they will be stabbed.
In addition to the monks responsible for the discipline, there are many monks who have not entered the ship. They have a lower level in Sitian Pavilion and are distributed on the left, right and front of the ship, forming the front army, two wings and rear army.
Jiang Baichuan was sitting at the front of the ship. A tall high chair highlighted his thin figure. He could have closed his eyes and meditated in the cabin instead of coming to the bow to blow the wind. But this kind of majestic opportunity
It's not too much. He enjoys this feeling. This feeling of holding everything in his hands is simply wonderful to him.
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Listening to the wind valley, in the Fengli Palace, Hua Jianyuan twirled a few strands of his beard under his chin and said with a frown: "Zhenshan, tell me the information you got."
A strong middle-aged man raised his hand and said: "According to the reports from secret whistles scattered around the Wolf Valley, these wolf monsters have been making moves lately and seem to be trying to harm us. I don't know if I heard any news."
Hua Jianyuan's eyes were sharp and he said coldly: "These beasts will move sooner or later, but they chose this time. I'm afraid they already know our plan. When Luo Zhiqing defected to Wolf Valley,
I made plans to destroy them, but at that time the three of you objected with one voice. Although I am the Valley Master, I cannot refute your face in the face of the opposition of three first-generation disciples. It seems that I am determined to have my own way, so I hide.
No. I didn’t expect to encounter a golden opportunity today, but Evil Wolf Valley is causing trouble at this juncture. I’m so angry that I’m going to kill you.”
Luo Zhenshan lowered his head and said: "Master, don't be angry. If we take action to destroy the Wolf Valley on that day, our strength will be greatly damaged. Now we can't take advantage of the troubled waters. According to what the apprentice sees, we can only act according to the opportunity."
At this time, Song Haoyang, who was also a disciple of the same generation, saluted and said: "What the senior brother said is absolutely true. Master, do you really plan to put the treasure on that Jiang Baichuan? I really don't think he can succeed."
Luo Zhenshan raised his eyebrows and said bitterly: "No matter whether he can succeed or not, the Tianqiong Sect is already at its weakest. If we wait for Master Tianqiong to come back, then we will never be able to get ahead in Ting Feng Gu. Have you forgotten?
That was the scene when Old Tianqiong humiliated us. That old bird shook his head and was extremely hateful. If I hadn't been afraid of his ability to transform into gods, I would have fought him to the death."
Song Haoyang and Luo Zhenshan looked at each other and smiled bitterly in their hearts. The biggest problem with their master was that he loved to hold grudges too much.