He had known that Xuezhou was in chaos and evil cultivators were infested, but Fang Yuan did not expect that Xuezhou would be in chaos to such an extent. If these people were just robbing someone and grabbing some things, they would be fine with a little punishment, but he did not expect that these people To be so ferocious and want to rob the golden elixir soul and sell it is something he can no longer tolerate. Even if he apologizes for breaking his promise, he will kill them.
Then, above the ruins of the Sword Control Sect, a faint sword light flashed, and there were snow marks. After a few sounds, they gradually subsided.
Fang Yuan walked out of the ruins, walking without a trace on the snow, thinking secretly in his heart.
"The Sword Control Sect was destroyed because of the news about the Wusheng Sword Tomb. So is the existence of this Sword Tomb true?"
Thinking like this, he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart. Could it be that in Langya Pavilion, he saw the chaotic lines on the last page of the Sword Sutra, but they were not some ghost drawings, but a path leading to the inanimate world. A map of the Sword Tomb
The traces on the map slowly flashed through his mind, and Fang Yuan's heart sank slightly...
It would have been fine if he had not thought about this before, but now that he has this idea in his mind, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that there is something in those weird lines, because he has firmly remembered those lines in his mind. Now that I think about it, I feel that those lines are vaguely consistent with some topographic maps of Selangor and even snowfields that I have seen during this period...
This made him unable to remain calm...
The Third Sword Demon, what a character that is!
If this Wusheng Sword Tomb is really his burial place, how precious is it
Who wouldn’t salivate over the inheritance of this peerless strongman who existed five tribulations ago
What made Fang Yuan think even more profoundly was that if the sword master of the Sword Control Sect had really entered the Wusheng Sword Tomb and made great progress in swordsmanship after coming out, then he would have left behind the Unknown Sword Scripture. Could it be that the above whimsical ideas and all kinds of incredible methods of performing martial arts were not imagined out of thin air by himself, but were left behind by the inheritance of the three generations of sword demons
If this is the case, then maybe it is really necessary for me to go deep into the snowfield...
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While thinking this, Fang Yuan slowly walked back to the Dharma Boat.
At this time, on top of the Dharma Ark, the guide monk hired by Fang Yuan was waiting eagerly with expectation. According to the rules, it was okay to attract such a golden elixir monk who seemed to have a lot of wealth. He got a lot of benefits, but what was strange was that a long time had passed, and Boss Cao and his gang hadn't sent a signal yet, but he was anxious to wait.
Then, when he was extremely impatient to wait, he saw a shadow walking over from the snow in the distance.
The man was tall and slender, wearing a green robe. He seemed to be recovering from illness and came back lightly.
"He's not dead?"
The leading monk was immediately taken aback. Without thinking, he sacrificed a magical weapon, turned around and ran away.
But the monk in green robes frowned, thinking about some issues, and gently raised his hand. A wicker branch about a hundred feet long, with some lightning wrapped around it, quickly rushed over and hit his head. The magic weapon was bound and pulled back...
The leading monk felt cold in his heart and knelt on the ground, not daring to move.
Fang Yuan walked back to the Dharma boat, took out a Dharma scroll, and lightly drew on it, ignoring the monk who was leading the way.
After a long while, he raised his head and said: "What are you waiting for? Come up and control the boat!"
The leading monk was stunned for a moment, looking up at Fang Yuan in disbelief.
After a long while, he finally reacted and said: "Master Immortal...where do you want to go?"
Fang Yuan raised his hand and pointed, "All the way north!"
The leading monk jumped up, nodded and bowed: "Okay, okay, I understand!"
Looking at his gentle and honest look, but with a hint of ferocity in his eyes, Fang Yuan couldn't help but consider another question.
The situation in Selangor is so chaotic. It’s simply lawless. They set up ambushes, kidnap people’s souls, and then sell them to evil cultivators at high prices. This is simply unimaginable evil, not to mention in Zhongzhou, but also in remote Yunzhou. , existences with no limits such as the Yinshan Sect would not dare to do such things. It is unimaginable what chaos will happen after crossing the snow line and entering the snowfield.
And facing this chaos, I have to think of some ways to deal with it...
After studying in Langya Pavilion for several years, Fang Yuan's knowledge has greatly improved, and he has become more considerate in his conduct and work. At this time, he can see the whole thing at a glance, and he can imagine the chaos in Xuzhou and even Xueyuan. I quickly came up with a countermeasure...
Although I am a reasonable scholar, in such a chaotic place, is reasoning useful
If being reasonable is useless, then you can only become an even more unreasonable person!
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At the edge of Snow State is the snow line.
After crossing the snow line, we entered the vast snowfield.
If in the land of Snow State, there are some rules due to the existence of the Sword Washing Pond, then after crossing the snow line, it really becomes a lawless place with a harsh environment. Here, there is severe cold and scorching heat everywhere. In the ice and snow, even rocks can be frozen into cracks, and even solid ice can be blown and scratched by the wind. It can be said that there is no grass growing, like a white hell.
However, no matter how harsh the environment, it cannot stop the pace of the practitioners.
Even in the ice and snow that can freeze people to death, there are still traces of cultivators.
They are willing to fight snow beasts here and be baptized by the ice and snow.
Generally speaking, these are divided into three types of people.
One kind of people are evil cultivators. They are not allowed to live in Kyushu and can only seek living space here.
One kind of people are ascetics. What they pursue is such a harsh environment to sharpen their Taoist mind and pursue progress.
The last type of person is the treasure hunter.
Although it is difficult to survive on the snowfield, there are countless natural materials and treasures that can only grow in this environment. Every time you find one, you can sell it for a sky-high price, and those dormant in the ice and snow are extremely dangerous and prone to danger. The snow beast that kills people is also a kind of treasure. It is full of treasures. Every time one is killed, its flesh, flesh, scales and horns can be sold for a very high price.
In addition, there are endless legends on the snowfield. It is said that many major cultivators will come to the snowfield before they are reincarnated. They will use the severe cold of heaven and earth to seal their bodies, hoping to wake up one day, and their inheritance , and then stayed in the snowy field. As long as you find one, you will have great luck. From then on, your rise will not be a fantasy.
Because of this, there are not completely no traces of human existence on this vast snowfield.
From the frost line across the snow line, all the way to the north, there is a relatively gentle road.
This road has been walked by countless practitioners. It is a rare road in this snowy field. At the end of this road is Wuxue Mountain, which towers into the clouds and is on the line between the sky and the earth. Below, there is an inn. This inn is not big, but it is the only inn within a radius of thousands of miles. Therefore, people on this snowfield, whether they are evil cultivators, ascetics, or treasure hunters, will This is my place to stay and rest, to find a ray of comfort in the vast sea of snow.
At this time, the door of this inn was pushed open by a thin and shriveled-looking man. The raging wind and snow outside immediately rushed in crazily. The thin figure fell to the ground, seemingly exhausted. I couldn't get up for a long time due to lack of strength.
"Damn it, the wind and snow are coming in again, close the door quickly!"
Inside the inn, there were many people eating and drinking around dozens of large rough wooden tables, and they suddenly started shouting and cursing.
The thin figure lying on the ground took a few breaths before getting up and closing the door. However, at this time, the waiter in the inn, a high-level monk who established a foundation, had already ran over cursing and pushed the wind with all his strength. Xue shut the door, then kicked the man who was lying on the ground, and cursed angrily: "People like beggars haven't died on Tianshan Mountain yet!"
The thin figure got up, and it was only then that you could find that although there was a lot of dirt on her face, she was actually a woman with beautiful features. It was just that her face was dirty, her lips were chapped, and there was frostbite on her face, which really covered up a lot of it. Her charm.
After being kicked by the waiter, she remained silent. She just got up silently and slowly walked towards an empty table.
Before she sat down, the waiter pushed her and said, "Is this where you sit?"
The thin woman pursed her lips, as if she was used to it, then silently walked to a small clay table near the corner, pulled a small corner stool under her buttocks, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want a pot. Stuffed wheatgrass with three kilograms of snow mutton!"
The waiter looked at him with a half-smile but said, "Okay, one hundred taels of spirits!"
The thin woman raised her head in confusion and said, "Didn't we only need thirty taels of elves before?"
The waiter in the shop sneered: "This is the price now, don't get out!"
The thin woman was silent for a moment and touched her Qiankun bag. Her face looked a little gloomy. After a while, she became cruel and placed a treasure with a white body and red leaves on the clay table and said: "My money It’s not enough, but I snatched this snow ginseng from the mouth of a snow python. It should be worth three hundred taels. If you need to find more, give me back two hundred taels... "
"You actually have such luck?"
The waiter at the shop glanced at her in surprise, took the snow ginseng, and sneered: "It's worth your meal!"
The thin woman said anxiously: "This is worth three hundred spirits..."
The waiter sneered: "If we were in Kyushu, this would be worth three thousand taels of elves, but in the snowy plains, it would be worth three kilograms of snow mutton!"
The thin woman seemed to be slightly angry. She looked up at the waiter and remained silent.
The waiter just looked at her condescendingly.
The surrounding diners, in small groups, also stopped and looked at her with smiles.
In the end, the thin woman nodded and compromised: "The wine should be mellower and the snow lamb should be fattier!"
The waiter sneered, took the snow ginseng and left.
"Snapped"
After a while, a dirty iron plate and a deflated wine bottle were thrown in front of the woman.
Half of the wine was spilled out at once, and the liquid was only slightly blue, so it was obviously mixed with a lot of water.
And the meat on the plate was even more in pieces, clearly less than three kilograms, and there were a lot of bones and residue mixed in. It was a sticky plate, not to mention not fat, and it was not even fresh snow lamb, but eaten by other diners. 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 stuff meat into her mouth vigorously, chewing it as if she was devouring it.
The surrounding diners burst out laughing when they saw it: "How can there be such pig-like and dog-like people?"
(End of chapter)