In the Arctic Icefield, heavy snow was flying.

The long brown mountains are the wrinkles of this land, and the snow lines are dotted with pure white crowns.

Quiet, melodious, and cold.

It is almost called a barren land, because no ordinary people are willing to live here, and even the bad weather here makes the rising creatures unwilling to come. Under the wind and snow, a turbulent air current shatters the falling snowflakes, the wind is howling, and thunder can be seen faintly in the sky, like a long snake entrenched in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, spitting a letter waiting for the moment to stab the earth.

Two figures changed the stretching ridge.

They arrived, in confrontation, in collision, the traces of spiritual energy hit the ridge, causing tons of thick snow to fall.

"Bang--!" Suddenly, one of them knocked the other party away with the back of the knife, hitting him several miles away, and hitting him into a mountain wall.

The figure collects the knife.

The wind and snow continued to fall, covering her eyelashes into snow-white.

"Cough cough..." The boy crawled out of the sunken mountain wall, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Obviously he experienced a fierce battle. The black suit he wore was broken, and large pieces of blood scars were exposed on the damaged area. But his face did not show any decline, but an extremely powerful fighting intention was rising, and the fighting intention turned into pure fire and melted the thick snow around him.

In front, the sound of footsteps gradually progressed.

The figure of the knife walked out, and the long boots shattered the wind and snow. It was a white-haired woman with her eyes drooping, and her white hair was scattered on her collar at will. She was carrying a broad sword made of stone, and the black cloak slightly raised in the wind and snow, allowing the boy to see the black arm armor hidden under the cloak. Compared to the young man who was like a warrior, the woman was more like a superior. She looked down at everything casually, and it seemed that nothing in the world could make her interested.

"You're too impatient." The woman said slowly.

She didn't even lift her eyelids to look at the boy.

"Your body has not yet grown up, and you have to fight Cangming Sword with one end, that is, you are cut open, hit by your hand, and kicked, and you will lose your feet. Spirit is not omnipotent. At least the things cut by Cangming Sword have no reason to heal again."

“Teaching!”

The boy stood up and bowed to the woman with a respectful attitude.

Cangming sword, Qinghuang Lei, black armor and white hair, and ghosts all over the sky. This is the world's perception of the current dominant of the Snow Field. The person standing in front of him is the emperor of the Ice Field, Qing Yan. Few creatures can witness her figure in the Snow Field. Legend has it that this emperor is about to touch the realm of the ancestor and disappears in the Snow Field to find the Dharma image for himself.

But in fact, this emperor was just teaching his practice.

The woman waved her hands indifferently to the young man. She was very slow and lazy. If she hadn't held the knife, it would be difficult to associate her with the extremely fierce Ice Field Emperor. The two did not look similar. The woman was introverted and lazy. She soon hanged down and covered her figure. The broad sword disappeared from the boy's sight.

She turned around.

The boy soon followed clearly.

It was exactly the same distance from behind him.

"How many years have you followed me?"

The boy paused, "Your Excellency, it's been seventy-nine years. When the wind and snow passed, it will be eighty years."

"You said you wanted to learn swordsmanship with me. I never asked you why. I was not interested in your ideas. But I found that you are not actually suitable for learning swordsmanship."

"You have not made any progress in almost eighty years. For creatures like you, it is a waste of time and meaningless."

This is Qingyan who raised his eyes and stared at the boy. The pair of blue eyes seemed to have ferocious beasts hidden in their eyes, as if the next moment they looked at each other, tearing the chest of the person who looked at each other.

But the boy was not afraid, and his expression was still respectful, saying, "Your Excellency, I will leave in a hundred years, regardless of whether I grow up or not."

"It's really... completely different." Qing Yan said calmly.

"I have heard this sentence many times in Qinling Mountains. Your Excellency Da Zhiyi often talks to me about these."

Qingyan withdrew his gaze.

The boy no longer spoke.

This young man wandered around the world for 180 years. He appeared in the Taihang Mountains, the river with moonlight flowing, and was accompanied by fish and dragons. That river... One of the five elements left by Chilong Nanzhu, Jianyuechuan, Qingyan, found him in this river, but he did not come from one of the fish and dragon groups. He came from the Yellow River. Qingyan knew the true identity of the young man, or in other words, all the Chengmian kings knew his identity at the first glance when they saw the young man.

His aura is so unique, unique and familiar.

Like an old friend, the two personalities are very far apart.

The Yellow River inherits the crown.

One... is born with ten kinds of nature.

Scale, real dragon.

Just like Nanzhu did not take the crown of the Yellow River, he left enough time for the Yellow River to give birth to the creatures it expected. Finally, the moment Nanzhu left Jiuzhou and fell into the dragon abyss, the creatures that Nanzhu had once expected, his kind, were born in the Yellow River.

But he was not an adult and wandered around the world.

At first, he went to the Qinling Mountains, perhaps because the Yellow River had engraved the shadow of Nanzhu inscribed. He wanted to learn swordsmanship. A person born with ten kinds of nature, even if Chengmian and others witnessed it, there was a hint of awe in his eyes. The reason was that the candlelight that once shrouded Jiuzhou was too bright, and when Nanzhu spread across the world, he could not even be called a real scale dragon.

This made people imagine how terrifying the true natural talents of ten kinds should be.

But what no one expected was that this scale-like real dragon had been in the Qinling Mountains for a hundred years and had no progress in swordsmanship. His swordsmanship was at the level of ordinary Yang Divine Sword Cultivation. With swordsmanship alone, he could not take over the sword of the Qinling Sword Immortal. Qing Yan had some understanding of that period of time, and while looking for practice, he was Dazhiyi taking care of him.

Dazhiyi will rarely take out his treasured bamboo shoots and share them with this dragon. By the way, he will tell some stories about the red dragon.

He said it was a pity that before the Red Dragon fell into the Dragon Abyss, he did not take out his most precious bamboo and took it to the Dragon. In this way, he might have something to eat when he is hungry. There was nothing under the Dragon Abyss, and it was terrible black. How great is his bamboo to be used as a useless person.

At this time, the boy would reply that if the dragon doesn’t eat bamboo shoots, it would be useless to give it to it. It might be really feasible to be shining light.

The most common thing between the two of them was "You are not like him."

He was too majestic and too powerful, and no one could see through his whole life, nor did he know what he was thinking. Compared to him, the young man was clumsy in learning swordsmanship and was more like an ordinary person.

Because in all the eyes of knowing him, that guy is always as quiet as his father and brother, holding the road ahead, holding your hand to take you away. If there are thorns on the road, he will cut open it, and he is gentle at this time. But if you fall down and you hope that he will help you up, you will only look at a pair of cold golden eyes. He will let you get up by yourself and give you time and opportunity.

If you can't get up, he leaves without looking back.

But it doesn't matter now.

He was dead, and it would be useless to think about it.

Thinking of this, Qingyan turned his head.

Beside her, the boy's expression was still respectful. But the wound on her body had almost healed, and even traces of scales appeared in some places.

"Yes, you are not like him." Qing Yan said.

"You don't need to be like him, right? You are a proud dragon like him, and you have your own way. Even if everyone respects him, worships him, and regards him as a god, he is actually a bastard, and sometimes he doesn't even want to tell the truth. Maybe because you are the same kind, the creatures who know your true body will subconsciously compare. They actually have no malice, but they just have a little regret for such a powerful and sacred guy."

"What a pity?" The boy seemed a little puzzled.

"Yes, shouldn't it be a pity? I think he is the most suitable creature in the world to teach you. Once he leaves, we creatures who have learned some of his fur will teach you some shallow knowledge."

"I will give you a hundred years of time, and you will leave when the time comes."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The young man hurriedly bowed and bowed.

"When a hundred years pass, where is your next stop? Can I ask?"

"It is the residence of the Holy King, a hundred thousand mountains." The young man replied respectfully.

"He will like you." Qingyan smiled.

She rarely smiles, but she is extremely beautiful when she smiles. This is a rare landscape in the snow and snow in the ice field. The boy seemed to be infected and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up.

But suddenly, thunder pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, and a huge spiritual energy spreads with the green flame as the center, and an illusory statue of a god appeared above them.

The sky was filled with snow and black cloaks were flying.

Qingyan suddenly stood still and tightened the brass hilt of Cangming Knife.

She raised her head and frowned.

Gaze at the far south sky.

The boy was everywhere, but he made no noise. He had never felt this solemn and terrifying aura in this noble emperor. She held the hilt of the knife, so powerful that she seemed to be able to cut the sky in the next moment.

After a long time, the knife still had not been unsheathed.

Qingyan's hand on the hilt of the knife was released.

But her eyes were still staring at the southern sky.

The young man knew the direction the emperor looked at, which was the source of the disaster a hundred and eighty years ago, the vast sea and the dragon abyss.

After a long time, it was not until Qingyan withdrew his gaze that the young man asked, "What happened?"

"No, let's have an illusion." The boy got this answer in the wind and snow.

…………

Taihang, the tree of the everlasting world.

On the ginkgo branch, the girl who was dozing off with her head shaking her head suddenly woke up.

She looked south, and a pair of almond eyes widened.

…………

One hundred thousand mountains, Li tribes, and the ancient Void Road.

The dark man who lived on the top of Chenxing Mountain slowly raised his head.

…………

At the same time, the Qinling Mountains, the snowy plateau, the Changbai, and the Pure Land Tree, no one knew that Chengmian in these sacred places woke up and stood up, and noticed a trace of strangeness.

Even the Dazhiyi, who was sitting in the deep lake and holding the green bamboo, stopped his mouth and looked blankly at the south, in the direction of the vast sea.
To be continued...