It turned out that behind Zizhuxuan was a lake. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a lake as a river. The lake was pyramid-shaped, stretching from Luo Changfeng's eyes into the distance, narrowing and narrowing, until it passed through the narrow and steep mountain stream, and flowed into the unknown distance.

Not seeing the scenery behind the mountain stream, Luo Changfeng couldn't help but have some beautiful fantasies about the other side of the mountain.

Huang Fuyi is not a person of good words, there was no communication between him and Luo Changfeng along the way, he has always been like this. Luo Changfeng has lived alone on Luoxia Mountain for three years, and basically does not communicate with anyone except at the beginning of the month, so he is more comfortable with silence than anyone else.

He followed Huang Fuyi and came to the lake.

There was a ferry not far away, and a row of bamboo rows stopped at the ferry, Luo Changfeng thought, it should be the senior brother of Huangfu who rode here.

The bamboo raft was naturally ridden by Huang Fuyi.

He came to the ferry, untied the knots tied to the stakes by the lake, and got on the bamboo raft.

Luo Changfeng didn't speak, and followed.

There are two bamboo futons on the bamboo row, Huang Fuyi sits at the end of the row and holds the bamboo pole, and Luo Changfeng sits cross-legged and sits at the head of the row.

The bamboo raft drifts in the lake, and the wind blowing on the lake is sparkling and blowing on the face, which is gentler than the cool breeze in the academy, with a hint of moisture.

The sun shines on the surface of the lake like glittering gold. There are birds singing in the forest behind him, there are scattered swimming fish at the bottom of the lake, and small bamboo rafts swim along the water, at this moment, the figures of Luo Changfeng and Huangfu Yi seem to be integrated with this quiet and peaceful world.

Not between each other, not between you and me.

It's like a painting, not that they are painted between the mountains and rivers, but that the forest behind them, the mountain streams in front of them, and the lakes and rivers in front of them are painted as their background.

The bamboo raft led into this mountain stream.

This line of Tianshan Stream is like a portal, and this door separates the two worlds.

Luo Changfeng was still fantasizing a moment ago that after the first line of sky, it would be red and willow green, full of spring and infinite vitality, but when they opened the door and entered the first line of heaven, a piercing cold wind blew, and Luo Changfeng even shivered without warning.

A snowflake suddenly fell from in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously touched it.

The snowflakes melted in their fingertips in an instant, and they stayed cold.

As far as he could see, the two sides of the strait were infinitely silver-white, and the heavens and the earth were clean and the same color.

The tree, the flower, the branch, and the willow are all as clear as jade.

In this glacier, which has been formed for an unknown amount of time, everything is still, except for thick snowflakes that fall silently on the glacier, some freeze into ice, some melt into water.

When a small bamboo raft enters this world, there is naturally another kind of static thing, which also makes this glacier more vibrant.

Huang Fuyi seemed to see the doubts in Luo Changfeng's heart, so he took the lead in breaking the silence between the two and said: "This is a 10,000-year-old glacier, and it is said that the ancestor also took a fancy to this glacier back then, so he chose to open the Bodhi Academy outside the sky. Ever since Master actually moved here to live in seclusion, this place has been given another name, Forgetful River!"

Luo Changfeng nodded.

Although he didn't look back, he believed that Huang Fuyi could see it.

This was the first time he had heard the name Forgetting, and there was an extremely cold chill in his heart, almost making his whole body freeze.

Perhaps it is because of his cultivation that he has reached the lower realm of Chonghui, and his divine consciousness communicates with heaven and earth, allowing him to see what ordinary people can't see, understand what ordinary people can't understand, and feel what ordinary people can't.

He could see the silence and coldness from these three words, and his heart was like ashes.

Huang Fuyi docked the bamboo row next to the glacier and climbed the glacier with his feet.

Luo Changfeng followed closely.

The accident at the beginning slowly turned into joy, and even turned into an inner carnival.

Since he was a child, he has been very envious of the ice and snow primordial god cultivated by his father, and he is clamoring to cultivate into the same ice and snow primordial god when he grows up.

But he lacked an excellent cultivation ground the most.

He had only heard his father say that the first and most important point for cultivating the harsh conditions of the Ice and Snow Yuan Shen was to find a world like ice and snow.

However, now, there is really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and there is no more suitable place in the world to cultivate the Ice and Snow Yuan God than the Forgetful River.

Moreover, the dragon shooting technique handed down by the Luohe Luo family must also be displayed in the ice and snow world in order to exert its true power. It can be said that this Forgetful River is a cultivation ground carefully selected by God for Luo Changfeng.

Not to mention that his master is one of the real big names in this world!

It's just that when Luo Changfeng and Huang Fuyi climbed the glacier and walked towards the thatched hut in the small courtyard on the bank of the glacier, their master, who was a real big man in the world, was injured and returned to the academy.

With the enrollment of the new students, the big names from all over the world still stayed in the academy and never left, and at this moment, they were all in the important place of the academy, waiting for the appearance of the Wuxiang Dao Sect under the Bodhi Academy alone, and above the real ten thousand people.

There was a creak, and the door was gently pushed open.

The dim and lightless room was instantly illuminated by the slightest ray of light, reflecting faces that were not very calm.

In this room, General Yuwen, representatives of the major families in the Seven Prefectures, two royal generals of the Zhongzhou Imperial League, two of the twelve stars of Jingtian, a landlord of the Tianji Pavilion Branch, and a door master of the Kunlun Mountain Sword Pavilion had already gathered.

These are the real big guys, the ones who can dominate the world's events.

They gathered at some point, waiting for the figure in front of the door, which had aged much in an instant.

The steps of the Wuxiang Dao Sect trembled slightly, even if he had lived for many years, he had never even walked like he did now.

The big men in the council hall hurriedly got up, trying to support one of the oldest surviving old-timers in the world, but in the end they couldn't bear it.

If it was an ordinary person who walked in at this moment, they did not step forward to support them because they were indifferent. But the person in front of them is the Wuxiang Dao Sect of Bodhi Academy, the personal disciple of the ordinary ancestor, who has lived too long and too far than them, and is much more advanced than their cultivation, and it is a kind of cruelty for them to help!

Because it will say wordlessly: The Phaseless Dao Sect is old!

Even dragging his injured body, the Wuxiang Dao Sect still insisted on walking to the main seat, and then leaned back on the soft chair and leaned down.

He motioned for everyone to sit down.

The domain master of Jiyun Prefecture, who is also Peng Jiu's father, looked at the Phaseless Dao Sect, which had aged a lot in an instant, and finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart: "Dao Sect senior, you are ...... this"

"I'm hurt!

Even when the door of the room was pushed open, everyone already had a terrible suspicion in their hearts, but when the Wuxiang Dao Sect personally told the truth, everyone still felt incredulous.

These are a few simple words, but it seems to carry the pressure of the sky, and Yu Wei is accompanied by a boundless shadow shrouded in the hearts of everyone.