There is one of the eight major landscapes in Bingyuan Prefecture, a snow-capped mountain with a towering iceberg towering into the clouds and stretching for thousands of miles, and under the sunshine, it shines brightly.

The continuous snow-capped mountains with thousands of peaks are covered with majestic peaks.

There is a Songye River about ten miles away from the snow-capped mountains. The river surface is wide and a thick layer of ice is formed. The crowd walks on it without breaking the ice surface.

When Zhuo Yuming came here, there were not many people. Most of them came to visit the wonders with the accent. Such wonders were attracted to other states. After seeing them once, there were few people who came back. However, there were not many locals in Bingyuan Prefecture who lived in ice and snow all year round to see this thousand-mile snow mountain.

A figure by the river attracted Zhuo Yuming's gaze.

It was an old man in white hair and clothes. He looked fifty or sixty years old, with a rosy face and a tall figure. Although he had silver silk, he was energetic and did not look old at all and had a graceful demeanor.

The old man was holding a fishing rod in his hand, facing a three-foot-square ice cave on the ice surface, fishing on the riverside.

The old man in a straw raincoat and hat is alone in a boat, fishing for the snow in the cold river.

The moment he saw the old man, this poem appeared in Zhuo Yuming's mind.

"Old sir, how about fishing? Is it easy to fish on this cold riverside?"

Zhuo Yuming, who was inexplicably aroused of interest, walked to the old man and asked with a smile.

The old man with silver wire leaning down looked up at the young man in the same white clothes, raised a hint of imperceptible smile on his face, and said in a harmonious voice: "This fish is held under the ice layer, and the door has been broken long ago. I chisel the ice surface and smell the beautiful fragrance of the world outside, so the fish will naturally swim one after another."

Although there is no miracle fluctuation in this old man, it seems that there is a hidden majesty momentum in his body, like a mountain standing in front of him.

Zhuo Yuming has always believed in his own consciousness. He is sure that the old man in front of him must be a master who cannot see through his cultivation, and cannot be just an ordinary old man. Especially the old man's eyes, which are not at all turbid but have no sharp eyes, made Zhuo Yuming feel like a deep pool, with the abyss being bottomless.

"But seeing that the old man has not brought a fish basket, I think it's a leisurely fun to release animals just after taking the bait."

Zhuo Yuming did not show any strange expression on his face, but he still smiled and talked.

The white-haired old man did not turn his head, but stared at the float and said, "It's not all. If you catch a big fish, you will take it back to the teething sacrifice. The little fish and shrimp are not interested. Today, there are a lot of small fish bites bait, but the big fish has never been seen."

Upon hearing the old man's words, Zhuo Yuming's heartbeat and said calmly: "Then I wish the old man a lot of fish. I plan to go up the mountain to enjoy the scenery, so I will say goodbye first."

The old man who always looked on the fishing rod nodded, as a response. Zhuo Yuming smiled and bowed, turning around and leaving.

The snow-capped mountains are towering and steep, with many cliffs and cliffs, and are extremely slippery under the cover of ice and snow, which is extremely difficult for ordinary people to climb. However, for monks, it is like walking on flat ground.

Zhuo Yuming climbed all the way, and occasionally stopped to look out of the distance. The sky and the earth were filled with snow-white, crystal clear, which was indeed a rare exquisiteness. There were countless famous mountains and rivers in the Void Realm, and the heights, strangeness, and beauty. This iceberg was not very outstanding. But this landscape with a snowy snowfall for thousands of miles is only the only one in Bingyuanzhou. When you first see it, it really has a unique flavor.

There are also many monks who visit other places in the mountains, and there are many fairy couples who are in pairs.

Just looking at the two of them smiling and lovingly, Zhuo Yuming couldn't help feeling sad. Originally, he had the opportunity to climb high with his sweetheart and enjoy the wind and moon together.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Shu Jinran's father.

Shu Jinran has never responded to the news for the past two years. Every time the jade pendant flew back was empty, he naturally guessed that it must be Shu's father who interfered. His sweetheart is probably being confined now, but Shu Jinran did not leave the direction before leaving, and the entire Xuling world has never heard of a person named Shu in the sect. Without any clues, Zhuo Yuming had no clue even if he wanted to search.

But in short, Shu Jinran would not be in any danger. Even if someone really had a bad intention to treat her, there was no need to worry about her with the guardian of the ninth-grade Sui Jin.

At first, Zhuo Yuming did not have a clear understanding of Sui Jin's cultivation. Until the last time he saw Cheng Shuangshu's atmosphere when he punched, even though he had never seen Sui Jin's punching force, Zhuo Yuming had already confirmed that Sui Jin's punching force must be higher than Cheng Shuangshu.

The Sui Jin, who caused him a lot of hardships but called himself adapting in advance, must be a ninth-grade peak. In addition to Feng Xing, there are probably very few pure martial artists in the world who can beat him.

After guessing the cultivation level of Sui Jin, Zhuo Yuming became even more curious about Shu Jinran's father who could make a ninth-grade peak martial artist willing to be a servant.

Feng Xing, Sword Saint, Old Man Lin, and Cheng Shuangshu seemed to have made some conclusions about Shu Jinran's father's identity, but he racked his brains and could not imagine any big man named Shu in the Xuling Realm.

Zhuo Yuming is not very persistent about the identity of this big man Shu Jinran is extremely resentful. Anyway, when it comes to meeting, he will naturally know. It will be useless to be too entangled now.

After lingering on the iceberg for more than an hour, Zhuo Yuming slowly walked down the mountain.

When passing through Songye River again, Zhuo Yuming found that the white-haired old man was still sitting upright by the river.

Apart from a small box of bait, the old man was still empty, and it seemed that he had no gains yet.

"How about it, the scenery on the mountain is still eye-catching."

When the old man noticed Zhuo Yuming walked in, he didn't look back and asked with a smile.

The old man took the initiative to speak, and Zhuo Yuming naturally could not lose his etiquette. He walked two steps closer, sat cross-legged beside the old man, and replied: "This unique snow scene in Bingyuan Prefecture is indeed well-known, and the world is white, which makes people feel refreshed. Even if you only walk this thousand-mile snow mountain, this trip is not worth the trip."

"In addition to this snowy mountain in Bingyuan Prefecture, there are also Tianchi Ice Cave and Wanmei Garden. Tianchi Ice Cave has the wonder of fire in the ice, but it is not famous in Xuling Jiuzhou. As for Wanmei Garden, the ten thousand cold plums are also excellent scenery, and Madam Mei with better scenery is all worth visiting."

Listening to Zhuo Yuming's praise, the old man smiled and said.

"I have heard of Mrs. Mei's famous younger generation, but I have never had any preference for flowers, plants and trees. As for the Tianchi Ice Cave in the Ice Fire, it's the first time I heard of it. I heard the old man say something strange, and I really have to go and admire it if I have the chance."

Zhuo Yuming, who had never heard of Tianchi Ice Cave, was also interested in the so-called fire scene in the ice.

The old man suddenly withdrew his fishing rod and stood up.
Chapter completed!