"The young monk went down the mountain to transform into a vegetarian. The old monk told me that the woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger. If you encounter one, you must avoid it." As a burst of cheerful singing echoed in the vast snow-capped mountains, I saw a woman dressed in bright red.
The little monk in cassock was walking in the snow-capped mountains and jungles. This little monk was not very old, and his bright head looked particularly dazzling. There was no thick snow, which made it difficult for the little monk to walk. I could only see his figure flickering.
By this time, the figure had already slipped several feet away in the snow.
He came to a winding stream, surrounded by white snow, but the stream was gurgling, and the clear water was like a crystal jade belt. The stream reflected the blue sky, and from time to time
Dazzling snow light reflected from both sides of the creek.
"Oh, they all say that the women at the foot of the mountain are tigers, but how come the young monk has never met any of them? If you don't quit, don't quit, are you unlucky? You haven't even met a young lady, you might as well go
The name of the Dharma should be changed to quit. What’s not good is that dead bald donkey who said that gods appeared in Changbai Mountain, but up to now he has not seen even a worm. They say that Xiuyun in Lingshan can support a person, and this little lady in Changbai Mountain should also be able to support a person.
She looks supple and graceful, right?"
This little monk was the one who kept nagging. At this time, he had arrived at the foot of Changbai Mountain. He walked quickly along the stream flowing down from Changbai Mountain. His mood seemed to be
Not bad. Along the way, he experienced the wonderful scenery of the northern country with thousands of miles of snow falling everywhere. The snow was everywhere, and the freezing cold air hit him from time to time, but this cold air had no effect on him at all.
A slight sound of "sand" reached his ears. He didn't seem to care, but slowed down his pace. He stepped on the thick ice and walked along the path.
Stepping onto the bank of the stream. At this moment, a cold edge suddenly shot out from the woods beside the stream.
A masked man in a white cloak shot out of the woods with a scimitar filled with cold light. The scimitar was filled with murderous intent and instantly arrived in front of the young monk.
The little monk didn't even look at it. He stretched out his fat hand like white jade and gently grabbed it.
There was a hint of ferocity in the eyes of the masked man in white, and the scimitar in his hand made a sharp and piercing sound. However, when the scimitar in the hand of the masked man in white was about to stab the little monk Bujie's body,
But he paused. The figure he was shooting towards also paused. He felt the scimitar in his hand sink, and his eyes suddenly showed an unbelievable look, because he clearly saw the man
The little monk in bright red cassock clasped the scimitar tightly in his palm.
With a "clang" sound, the scimitar made a clear snapping sound, and the broken blade fell into the left hand of the little monk as if it had eyes. As soon as the little monk caught the broken blade with his left hand, he just
With a gentle wave, the broken blade immediately made a sharp sound and shot into the chest of the masked man in white. The broken blade passed through the chest of the masked man in white, bringing up a bright red streak.
blood.
"The ninjas from the Fuso Kingdom also appeared here, which is interesting. They say that the Fuso people are lustful by nature, and wherever there are Fuso people, there will be beautiful little ladies. My luck seems to be good, little monk, let's see if there are any others
The Fuso ninja, it is best to have a gentle and affectionate little lady, so the little monk is my favorite." Bujie muttered something in his mouth, without even looking at the white-clothed masked man with eyes wide open in anger.
He spread his figure and flew towards the woods.
As soon as the young monk Bujie entered the forest, he was greatly disappointed, because he did not see the gentle and lovely lady he expected, but instead saw some indigenous people dressed in very barbaric clothes. Then he saw again
Several masked men in white clothes were holding the same machete as the masked man in white clothes at the beginning. He did not know what the relationship between this group of Fuso ninjas and this group of barbaric natives was.
I don't know what these people are doing here in the woods.
He didn't see the little lady he expected, which made him feel a little inexplicable. They were some barbaric natives wearing animal skins, and those ninjas from the Fuso Kingdom. He felt that he should teach them some lessons.
Then his figure rushed into the group of people like a tiger descending a mountain.
Shuhu Yanjiang took the few remaining Wuhu tribesmen to the woods not far from the tribe's headquarters. This was what he had discussed with the tribesmen. As long as the plan was successful, he would lead the rest of the Wuhu tribe warriors towards the Wanyan tribe.
station. Then when his figure entered the woods, he was dumbfounded. The warriors of the tribe were hiding in the snow and wailing, but the few ninjas in white had already died. He
He was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect how few of the tribal warriors he had finally gathered were left. What shocked him the most was that none of his biggest helpers, the group of white-clothed ninjas, were alive.
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"A young monk wearing a bright red cassock?" When he listened to the accounts of several slightly injured tribesmen, he couldn't help but murmured. He felt that his luck was really bad. This man suddenly appeared.
He didn't know the young monk at all, nor had he heard of it. He didn't know who this monk was. He didn't offend the young monk. There had never been any young monk in the Wuhu tribe, which made him very frustrated.
, What ambitions, what lofty ambitions, all turned into clouds and smoke at this moment, vanished into nothing.
The dispute ended quickly. A dispute that was caused by ambition was quickly submerged in the snow. Changbai Mountain was still the same Changbai Mountain. There was no change because of the gap between tribes. The only thing that changed was
Yes, under the thick snow there were several more bodies that were about to turn into ice.
The Wanyan tribe still had to deal with the aftermath. Wanyan Dashan just told Wanyan Yan some things and then got busy again. Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying were left in shock, while Wanyan Yan was obviously relieved.
In one breath, she also expressed her gratitude to Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying for their help. As for Ling Tianyun's request, although Wanyanyan was a little embarrassed, she finally agreed to his request.
"I didn't expect that there really is a dragon in Changbai Mountain. I always thought that it only existed in myths. Your Wanyan tribe has been stationed in Changbai Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. Is it because of the dragon in Changbai Mountain?" After a series of events.
After that, the barrier between Ling Tianyun and Wanyanyan was quickly broken. Along the way, Ling Tianyun kept asking Wanyanyan about the legend of the dragon.
"That's not necessarily true. The ancestors of our Wanyan tribe were blessed by dragons in Changbai Mountain, so the wise men of our Wanyan tribe all believe that Changbai Mountain is the place where our Wanyan tribe prospered. Our tribe's headquarters is called Huanglong Town, probably because of that.
It is named after the divine dragon. In fact, the records in the tribe are not detailed about the divine dragon. They only mentioned some occasionally. The dragon roar not long ago should have been made by the divine dragon." Wanyanyan recovered and Ling Tianyun had just begun to know each other.
Her current attire, a long emerald green dress, vividly showed off her perfect figure.
Ling Tianyun didn't pay attention to Wanyanyan's changes. His mind was already focused on the divine dragon in the Tianchi of Changbai Mountain. "Is it true that only Tianchi has traces of the divine dragon? There are no divine dragons in other places in Changbai Mountain. This
What does Shenlong look like?" He asked curiously. Zhong Jianying was obviously not interested in the conversation between Ling Tianyun and Wanyanyan. He was still cold and arrogant, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
General.
"This is recorded in the ancestral records of the tribe. Only in Tianchi have traces of dragons appeared. There are no records of this in other places. According to legend, Changbai Mountain and Kunlun in the Western Regions are connected by a dragon vein. Dragon energy can be absorbed here, and
Obtaining Dragon Luck, which is what you Han people call luck, does not refer to personal luck, but national destiny. Those who obtain Dragon Qi can conquer the world. Of course, our Wanyan Tribe people do not believe this. The mission of our Wanyan Tribe
It is to unify the Jurchen tribe and strengthen the Jurchen tribe, so that the rule of the Khitan people can be overthrown."
Ling Tianyun was still a little surprised when he heard Wanyanyan's unreserved words. What about the fate of the country, and what about those who have the dragon luck to win the world? He has heard so much about these, and the four major ancient martial arts sects too.
Isn't that so? Isn't that the same thing about Huang Gong's treasure? Dragon energy, the four ancient martial arts sects, the national jade seal and the Huanglong treasure are all the key to the struggle for world supremacy. But it's really like that
Well, he doesn't believe that the world is not so good. To truly unify the world, I believe that it is not just those three key things.
"Oh, why does it matter to the world? Can there be something new in this world's legend?" Ling Tianyun said helplessly.
Regarding Ling Tianyun's helpless expression, Zhong Jianying deeply agreed. He looked at the young man in black clothes with a look of pity in his eyes. Sensing Zhong Jianying's pity-like eyes, Ling Tianyun put his hand on his.
He put his hand on the other person's shoulder and said: "Brother Zhong, are you secretly thinking about getting a little luck from the dragon, and then make plans for the future generations of your Zhong family?"
"Go, go, go, I know you very well!" Zhong Jianying knocked Ling Tianyun's hand away unceremoniously. He paused and said contemptuously to the other party. Regarding Ling Tianyun's shameless behavior of hooking up with each other,
He has seen through it a long time ago, and he will not let the other party succeed.
"Hey, how come we have come all the way to Changbai Mountain, do you really have no interest in this dragon energy?" Ling Tianyun naturally refused to give up, and asked Zhong Jianying again. But Zhong Jianying was silent in response.
, which made him very hurt. There was a thug who was as powerful as him, but he was not using it, which made him very uncomfortable. He naturally wanted to get the dragon luck in Changbai Mountain, but he was not doing it for himself.
, he thought of his sworn brother Chai Rong who was far away in the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If this dragon transport could be given to Chai Rong, then at least the Great Zhou Dynasty would have a better chance of winning in the game of world hegemony.
Although he didn't really believe in those absurd legends, he actually heard the sound of the dragon's roar, and he felt a little moved in his heart. Ye Yinfeng was nowhere to be seen in his eyes. Zhong Jianying's strength was on par with him, so naturally
He was the best person to take advantage of. But he didn't expect that Zhong Jianying would have already responded to his shamelessness and responded to him with silence. Naturally, he knew what Zhong Jianying was thinking. The Northern Han Dynasty was a small country, no matter how lucky he was.
It is so grand that it is impossible to dominate the world. As for Zhong Jianying, that is not his ambition.
"Wait a minute, someone seems to be coming!" Zhong Jianying, who was silent, suddenly frowned and whispered to Ling Tianyun and Wanyanyan.
Several figures in gorgeous fur clothes swept towards the mountain from the bottom of the mountain. The leader was a burly old man in his fifties wearing a high crown. Under the old man's gorgeous belt was a simple long sword.
Behind the old man followed several young swordsmen with long swords hanging from their waists and handsome faces. They stepped on ski boards under their feet, their bodies rose lightly, and they shuttled wantonly through the snow.
This group of people is obviously different from those Fuso ninjas, but their decorations are also very different from the Han people in the Central Plains. Their faces are very delicate, and there are some similarities, which should be the result of acquired grooming. The appearance of this group of people
The old man also exuded a powerful aura, especially the old man. There was majestic energy flowing around him, and the aura of a master was born spontaneously. The old man with a high crown did not step on the ski board, but relied on his own internal strength to move towards that