The ice sheet at the end of August just passed the hottest season of the year, and the ice layer in some places is not very thick, so the direwolf must be very careful.
The leading little wolf king looks young, but he has a talent different from ordinary wolves, and is extremely sensitive to danger.
Whenever the ice layer on the soles of the feet begins to thin, it can detect it and respond in time, or change its course, or slow down.
Liao Chen and Xiao Heng took turns driving the sled from behind, giving instructions to the direwolf, and controlling the steering to maintain the stability of the sled.
Gu Jiao and Daoist Qingfeng also tried driving the sleigh.
Gu Jiao was so fast that the sleigh almost flew, and was removed by the unanimous vote of the four.
Daoist Qingfeng was a lunatic. A few people sat on the sled and took a nap. When they woke up, they found that Daoist Qingfeng was carrying a direwolf and pulled everyone back to the border of Yan Kingdom.
Feng Wuxiu was dazed by the sled, and even vomited wildly while sitting, not to mention asking him to stand up and drive the sled.
At the end of August, the ice field ushered in the first snowstorm of the year. They couldn't find a place to avoid the snow, so they could only move forward with difficulty.
The wind and snow at this time was not too big for the entire frozen period, and everyone felt the difficulty of moving forward.
Xiao Heng and Gu Jiao both thought of Marquis Xuanping.
It was only Xiaofeixue in August, and with the help of the direwolf, they had to walk so hard. I can't imagine what kind of extreme weather the Marquis of Xuanping was in to bring the comfrey and fruit out of the icefield.
As the evening approached, the snow finally stopped, and the group was almost frozen into ice sculptures on the sled. The direwolf was so tired that they fell down and could no longer move forward.
"Are you okay?" Xiao Heng asked Gu Jiao in his arms.
"Well, it's okay." As soon as Gu Jiao spoke, she found that her mouth could no longer be opened, and she could only numbly make inaccurate sounds.
Feng Wuxiu was also protected by his brother in his arms. It was a little colder, but luckily he didn't freeze to death.
The sleigh ride is dust.
He stood at the tail of the sleigh, wrapped in thick leather, wearing a leather hat that covered his ears, long eyelashes condensed with snow, and the snow on his cheeks only did not fall, almost forming Wearing a cold mask.
"Hey." His lips were already frozen and he couldn't move, and he made a vague sound from his mouth.
He was wearing gloves, but the gloves were completely frozen on the reins, and his fingers were completely stiff.
Although Daoist Qingfeng wanted to kill him, he was not in danger.
He moved his stiff body, walked over and used a dagger to pry open the ice cubes on his gloves, and slowly injected a little internal force to warm his fingertips.
Just now, he used this method to protect Feng Wuxiu from the severe cold.
On the other side, Gu Jiao and Xiao Heng took firewood from the sleigh and raised a bonfire in the snow.
"There is fire, there is fire!" Feng Wuxiu hurriedly came over, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to bake the fire.
Xiao Heng went to get the dry food, Gu Jiao used a skewer to string the dry food together, and roasted it on the fire, while Xiao Heng took out the ice fish salvaged along the way to feed the direwolf.
Gu Jiao sat in front of the fire, turned her head and looked at him with one hand on her cheek: "I don't see you feeding chickens, dogs, birds and horses at home, but you are diligent in feeding wolves."
"Ah!" Feng Wuxiu sneezed loudly.
Gu Jiao reached out and touched his forehead.
"I'm fine, it's just an itchy nose, isn't it here..." He sniffed, sniffed around, and leaned in front of Gu Jiao.
"Why?" Gu Jiao looked at him strangely.
Feng Wuxiu asked, "Did you hide the food?"
"I don't." Gu Jiao said solemnly.
"Spicy." He turned his head and sneezed again, "As soon as I smell the spicy, I will sneeze... Ahhh! Ahhh!"
Gu Jiao lowered her head and saw that the small butcher shop in her purse was really exposed.
Under the stunned gaze of Feng Wuxiu, she hid the small meat back without changing her expression.
"It's not enough to eat these." Lichen glanced at the dry steamed buns on the fire, and leisurely went to the nearby ice layer to dig a hole in the ice, caught a few plump fish, and killed them. Take it back to the fire.
He sat down opposite Taoist Qingfeng and handed him a skewered fish: "Can you grill fish?"
"No." Chief Qingfeng said coldly.
"Your brother really doesn't know that?" Chen asked Feng Wuxiu, who was sitting beside Daoist Qingfeng.
Feng Wuxiu nodded: "My brother can't know anything! He can't cook, and he can't sew clothes!"
Lu Chen looked at Daoist Qingfeng in disbelief: "You don't know how to cook, how do you survive when you get lost in the woods?"
Qingfeng Dao said: "Eat wild fruits."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
The cooking skills of the dust-roasted cooking match Gu Jiao's. The grilled fish is fresh and tender, and sprinkled with a handful of fine salt and spices, it is simply delicious.
Feng Wuxiu ate his mouthfuls: "Brother Lichen, your grilled fish is so delicious! It's better than Tianxianglou's! When I return to Shengdu... Can I still eat your grilled fish?"
Leochen said with a smile: "If your brother doesn't kill me, I'd be willing to grill a few more fish for you."
Feng Wuxiu asked suspiciously, "However, why did my brother kill you?"
The corner of Lichen's lips ticked: "Because—"
Daoist Qingfeng grabbed a fish and stuffed it into Chen's mouth coldly.
Liechen took a bite, took the grilled fish in his hand, and said with a smile, "Because I'm better than your brother, and your brother is jealous of me."
"Oh." Feng Wuxiu buried his head in eating fish, his mouth was too busy, so he stopped talking to his brother.
Xiao Heng tore off the tenderest part of the fish's stomach and handed it to Gu Jiao.
Liechen smiled, picked up another grilled fish on the shelf, and handed it to Daoist Qingfeng with a smile but not a smile: "Sanjing meat, you can eat it."
Qingfeng Dao said indifferently, "What kind of meat do you monks eat?"
Feng Wuxiu puffed out his cheeks and said, "Brother, he said you can eat it!"
Daoist Qingfeng gave him a cold look, whose brother are you
…
The next day, the group continued on the road, and after three days, they finally saw the Dark Night Island above the ice at nightfall on the third day of September.
In the past few days, there have been a few not-so-small winds and snows, and the temperature has dropped a lot compared to when we first set off, and the thickness of the ice layer has increased, which is very conducive to returning to the island.
The direwolf pulled the sleigh to the ferry at Night Island.
It was too late, the ferry was closed, and the iron fence like a city gate blocked the way of several people.
The guards patrolling above the island found them, and the leader hurriedly asked vigilantly, "Who is coming?"
Xiao Heng showed off the Dark Night Island token that Chang Jing had left behind, and said coldly, "Marquis of Xuanping, Xiao Heng."
The head guard asked, "But the young marquis of Zhaodu?"
Xiao Heng said: "Exactly."
The headed guard frowned cautiously: "How do I know if you are fake? You wait here first, and I will report to the sect master."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and strong figure descended from the sky, flew off the island onto the sleigh, picked up Xiao Heng and Gu Jiao, and landed on the island in a whim!
Just throw a domineering back of the head to the guards.
All the guards: "???"
(End of this chapter)