Chapter 141: There was a mountain once

There are strong winds and snowstorms, winds and snowstorms, slanting winds and fine snow, and there is no need to return, and it is also a ghost wind and snow, the dark wind and snow, the snow covering the sky and the sun, and the snow that emerges from the bottom of your feet, which is less than your knees. If you make a mistake, you will probably bury the whole person. On this day, after dozens of days of bitter and cold journey, all the snow suddenly stopped, just like God suddenly felt that his constant sprinkling of paper scraps on the earth was very childish, and it could not charm the three young people's firm eyes, so he clapped his hands and put his hands back into his sleeves.

The sky clears, revealing porcelain blue porcelain blue but still cold. Although the sun is not warm, it is extremely dazzling. With the endless snow glaciers, it reflects white to dry light in every direction.

There may not be a beautiful sky after the wind and rain. There will be rainbows when the sky is clear. So Forrest Gump has to go through so many things when he returns to China before he can see Jenny again. Then he will still be considered to not understand something, set out again, run all the time, and run through countless beautiful scenery.

After the wind and snow, the sled team on the snowfield also set off again amid the cheerful chirping of the snow dogs, crushing the soft or solid ice and snow toward the north. Fan Xian, who was pale-faced, sat on the sled, leaning half of his body in Haitang's arms. While coughing, he forced his tired eyes to open his tired eyes, staring at the direction of the surrounding terrain that was extremely difficult to identify, comparing with the road map in his mind, and determining the direction.

The coldness in the body is getting worse and worse. Although the medicines that come with you are not lost, the coldness between heaven and earth is undoubtedly a very cruel torture for Fan Xian, who is seriously injured and unable to heal his true energy. Every night in the past few days, Fan Xian always feels that he is covered in dampness and coldness in his sleeping bag, and his cough seems to be about to cough out his internal organs. The thunder sounds hoarse. It is like a knife constantly grinding on a stone, and no one knows that it will be ground off one day.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were both worried about his body, and even had the idea of ​​setting out for the south, but Fan Xian was extremely determined and indifferent to stop him, because he knew that if he could not find the vague temple in one go, he did not know whether he could muster up this courage again in his future life, and the meridians in his body were in chaos. His Majesty the Emperor was still repairing his injuries in the palace in the south. If he didn't go to the temple to find Uncle Wu Zhu, it would be meaningless for him to go back to the south.

What made Fan Xian even more confident was that through the magic booklet left by Master Kuhe, he could clearly sense that the more northward he went, the concentration of the vital energy between heaven and earth became higher and higher, and as he continued to meditate, the Qi sea in the snow-capped mountains behind him gradually showed signs of stable accumulation of energy. It would be a pity to give up at this time.

For the three of them, the biggest problem is time, which is a race. A race between Fan Xian's injury and the distance between the temple. Fan Xian intuition that if he really found the temple, his injuries would definitely be much better.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang both knew that Fan Xian had an extremely stubborn and cruel temperament under his gentle appearance, so they could only obey his opinions silently. However, these two friends were still very worried about his body, especially after the night, who could sleep peacefully as he heard the heart-wrenching coughing sounds?

On the quiet night, Haitang got into Fan Xian's sleeping bag, gently rubbed his chest and abdomen, and used his body temperature to warm the bitter cold. The two of them were so gentle and intimately pressed together, but they had no thoughts from men and women, but just hugged them tightly, like two little pigs keeping each other warm.

Wang Shisanlang naturally discovered this, but he did not express or react at all. He just accelerated the speed of going north and led a team of snow dogs to rush the road desperately while the sky was clear.

"How far is it?" There was still wind in the snow-stopped world. Wang Shisanlang on the first sled shouted against the wind, and immediately resounded throughout the snowfield.

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes. Looking at Wang Shisanlang, who was standing on the sled in front of him and his fur coat swings in the wind, he couldn't help but smile. He thought that this kid was so handsome, he was really not afraid of the cold. At this time, he could still stand on the sled and rush over the snow waves, especially with those pairs of sunglasses, which looked like the style of boys who played extreme sports in that world.

Taking out the compass and map from his arms, Fan Xian coughed twice in Haitang's arms, carefully confirming the direction, and the sled kept moving up and down on the snow, making his observation a little wasteful. After thinking for a long time, he said tiredly: "At most, there are fifteen days."

When Fan Xian expanded the map, Haitang turned his face. This was not the first time Fan Xian expanded the map. At the beginning, he was just guided by his super memory. Later, he became too ill and had to take out the map, but Wang Shisanlang and Haitang both deliberately avoided it.

Because this was Fan Xian's request and the oath before the trip to the temple, Fan Xian asked Haitang and Wang Shisanlang not to reveal the location of the temple to anyone, because he could guess that once the location of the temple was leaked and once the things in the temple were traversed to the world, they would probably bring endless disasters to this world.

Just like the martial arts secrets brought out by his mother Ye Qingmei, like that box, if there were many in the temple, what would this world look like? Fan Xian didn't want this world to become a master of heaven flying all over the sky, and the electromagnetic cannons were thundering everywhere. The strong men fought and collided with the earth, and their vitality was chaotic. How did those ordinary people survive?

I am not lonely in the journey because I have a partner, but it is extremely difficult, but this kind of hardship cannot be described in words, because the hardship lies in the bitterness and coldness lies in the boredom, and in the endless snow-white color that seems to never change.

I don’t know how many days have passed, the flat snow fields and slightly arched snow hills gradually become vivid, the terrain begins to become complicated, the sun becomes dimmer and dimmer, and the temperature is so low that humans can’t bear it. Fortunately, the blizzard still does not fall again.

At the other end of the northern skyline, a high mountain, a high snow-capped mountain suddenly rose!

It seems that since the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth, this majestic and great snow-capped mountain has stood here, waiting indifferently and calmly for those brave travelers to come and offer sacrifices.

The sled team slowly stopped beside a glacier ruins. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant snow-capped mountains ahead, staring at the strange peaks with cold white lights under the blue sky. A hint of excitement in his chest was uncontrollable. A trace of excitement from the bottom of his heart quickly occupied his whole body, causing his fingers to tremble slightly.

In his dream, he had seen this snowy mountain that was somewhat similar to Dadong Mountain. In his dream, this snowy mountain was so unattainable, so mysterious, powerful and cold, just like the feeling that Emperor Laozi brought him. However, today, when this snowy mountain suddenly appeared in his eyes without any warning, Fan Xian felt infinite comfort.

People are born fear of death, but they can die in the morning and evening. If in a short life, they can see the scenery that no one else can see, learn more about the secrets of the world, and know the unknowns that attract human attention and urge human evolution. What kind of enjoyment is this?

Fan Xian's body suddenly stiffened, and the cough that had never stopped stopped. He looked at the quiet snow-capped mountain greedily, as if he wanted to imprint this scene firmly in his heart, and never forget it in the years to come.

It was moved not only because of this feeling and this scene. Not only because of the temple in the mountains, but also because the vitality of the heaven and earth here was actually so strong that it was trembling. Fan Xian's pale face was deeply sunken and thin. But every breath seemed to feel that he was gradually getting healthy.

Haitang was the first to notice Fan Xian’s strangeness, and her body was extremely tired. Her eyes, which were extremely bright in the past, had already been polished into fatigue by the severe cold between heaven and earth. However, at this moment, her eyes lit up again, and she looked at the snow-capped mountain with Fan Xian’s eyes. She had no words for a long time.

After the sled stopped, the snowdogs seemed to have noticed a different atmosphere and roared in a low voice. After experiencing such a arduous journey, only seventeen were left, and the long sled team also decreased to five as they were abandoned along the way.

Wang Shisanlang stood on the one in front of his head. He didn't look back. He just stared at the mountain in a daze and asked in a hoarse voice: "The temple... is in this mountain?"

"Yes." Fan Xian, who had been weak and unable to speak for several days, had no idea where he came from, and he spit out a word with great firm determination.

After confirmation, the three young men stared at the snow-capped mountains in a daze, as if they didn't want to take another step forward. Suddenly, Wang Shisanlang jumped off the sled and roared madly at the snow-capped mountains. His voice was extremely hoarse, extremely angry, and even more happy!

Looking at this scene, Haitang and Fan Xian couldn't help laughing, thinking that this gentle and firm disciple of Jianlu who had been closed, finally burst into madness after being born in the Sigujian. After laughing, he was silent. Haitang's eyes became wet and finally turned into a few drops of clear tears. Tears dripped on the fur coat quickly turned into ice. Fan Xian shook his head happily and couldn't speak for a long time.

Those who have not experienced their long journey this time cannot understand their emotions at this moment. This is a kind of satisfaction of fulfilling a great wish, a kind of courage to defeat the world, and an impulse to get in touch with the most mysterious place in the world immediately!

During the long snow journey, snow dogs died on the ground along the way. Fan Xian was seriously ill and could die at any time. Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were also tortured and lost their human form. Such hardships are not something that outsiders can tell.

...But they arrived after all!

If Fan Xian had not had sufficient preparation and understanding of nature, the three of them came here alone, and they would have died on the snow field long ago. With this in mind, Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at the snowy mountain in the distance, and could not help but think of the two powerful pioneers, Master Ku He and Lord Sean many years ago.

When Fan Xian and his party set off from Northern Qi, it was early spring. It was summer time, the warmest moment between heaven and earth. However, when Shawn Kuhe and his party set off from summer, countless casualties were killed and injured. When they arrived at this snow-capped mountain, it was the extreme night.

How did the two pioneers survive the last night for several months? Sean and Kuhe did not have the road map and experience left by their predecessors like Fan Xian, and they could survive in such a miserable environment. This really made Fan Xian, who survived the disaster at this moment, admired him very much.

Compared with the two pioneers who ate human flesh, Fan Xian and the other two were actually much happier and much more relaxed, but they were still embarrassed. Fortunately, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were both top-notch people in the world. In addition, Fan Xian, a useless man with two lifetimes of knowledge, everything seemed to be destined. Fan Xian was destined to be the most awe-inspiring and disrespectful person in the world, and also the person who is most capable of entering the temple and needs to enter the temple.
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