"Lord Dawson, can you explain what the snow and thunder are all about?" Little Jack held a drawing in his hand and asked blankly.

Old Dawson stood beside him, turning his head back, also unclear.

In front of them, the shelves of a barracks had been erected, and the rafters were full of people, all of them looking in the direction of Taniguchi in amazement.

The climate of the Arashi Basin is somewhat unique, but it can be unique, and it can't thunder on a snowy day, it's not unique, it's capricious. Not only that, but just after the thunder, a heavy fog followed, and the fog was as thick as a lead cloud, which only covered the mouth of the valley and did not spread at all.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, they saw a silver-white figure walking slowly against the mist, long black hair swaying in the wind, dancing in the snowflakes, indescribably elegant.

"Young Master!"

"Your Excellency!"

Old Dawson and Little Jack hurriedly greeted him.

Cheng Xiaotian walked very slowly, and his eyes were still closed, and he kept twitching his nose, like a puppy. Of course, he is not like this, but to find the source of the aura, in other words, the aura here is a bit unusual, it seems to be ......

Smelling and smelling, a smell of sweat rushed into his mind, and Cheng Xiaotian had to open his eyes.

"Young Master, did you make that thing?" Old Dawson asked, pointing to the fog that sealed the mouth of the valley.

Cheng Xiaotian nodded and reminded: "No one is allowed to walk into that fog, otherwise, don't blame me if something happens."

After speaking, Cheng Xiaotian closed his eyes again and walked forward with a sniff.

"Young Master, are you hungry?" Dawson caught up with a concerned question.

"Tsk!" Cheng Xiaotian glanced at him, and said in his heart: "Your young master, I am a dog?" Smell the smell and find food to eat......"

"Dawson, you come with me, I have something to ask you." Cheng Xiaotian patted Dawson on the shoulder and continued to walk deeper into the valley, and old Dawson hurriedly followed.

The reason why Cheng Xiaotian chose this place was not because of how much he knew about Bella Valley, but because old Dawson only gave this option and highly recommended it. Now it seems that this place is not ordinarily good, but it is too good, such a rich aura, it is almost catching up with Shushan.

The two of them talked as they walked, walking along the creek to the depths of the canyon.

The road is full of construction sites, and the villagers are rebuilding their homes, and they are quite satisfied with the new home.

"This valley is so secretive, how did you find it?" Cheng Xiaotian asked.

Old Dawson sighed leisurely and said, "Young Master, in fact, it wasn't me who asked you to come here, but the master. ”

Cheng Xiaotian was stunned when he heard this, and stopped and glanced at Old Dawson.

"Go on." Cheng Xiaotian continued to walk forward.

Old Dawson put on a bitter and hateful appearance again, and talked about the past behind Cheng Xiaotian.

When Haber Eliot gave birth to the dawn, he visited the Arathi Basin, a hidden and remote valley that he discovered. When he returned home, he marked the location of the valley on a map, handed it to old Dawson, and solemnly made the following instructions:

"Dawson, what I'm going to say next is very important, you must remember, you can't reveal it to anyone." Fast forward to more than ten years ago, and it was a handsome brown-haired man who spoke.

This is a study, if Cheng Xiaotian can see this picture, he will definitely feel very familiar. The brown-haired man sat in the chair next to the bookcase, his hands crossed over his chest and thoughtful, and the "youth version" of old Dawson stood in front of him, bowing his head and listening.

There was a candle lit on the bookcase, and the faint light of the candle could not fill the huge study at all, only shrouded the two of them in a cloud of darkness.

"What if...... I mean if. After a long silence, the brown-haired man finally spoke: "If one day my son is in danger, let him bring everyone into this valley, and in the deepest part of the valley, I have prepared a gift for him."

Speaking of this, the man's face became more and more gray, and the picture was frozen here.

"Master...... Dawson: I'm sorry for you...... didn't take care of the young master...... "How strong the memories are, how heavy the pain is, Dawson burst into tears, covered his face with one arm and cried.

When he wiped his face and opened his eyes, there was no Cheng Xiaotian beside him, and when he looked up, the figure in the snow-white robe was already in the distance.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Old Dawson pulled his legs to chase after him.

"You go back, I want to walk alone." Cheng Xiaotian waved his hand and shouted, suddenly accelerated, as fast as a streamer, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Old Dawson stopped, looked at the direction in which Cheng Xiaotian disappeared, shook his head, and sighed sincerely: "Young master, you are running really fast, huh...... It's handsome! ”

The young master did run very fast, faster than a strong horse, but he was not handsome at all, on the contrary, he was panting like a donkey.

Cheng Xiaotian transports all his spiritual power on his legs, and consumes it recklessly, and there will be ghosts if he is not happy. However, after such a violent consumption, only 10 minutes later, his dantian was exhausted, and he took a few steps to support his knees and gasped.

A minute later, Cheng Xiaotian finally took a breath, stared at the snow and spit out a word viciously: "Bastard!"

He doesn't know who he is scolding, scolding himself? I don't seem to have done anything bad.,Of course, I like to play games.。 Scolding those three old guys in Shushan? People are also well-intentioned, I really can't scold, is it scolding Haber Eliot? It doesn't seem to be appropriate, after all, people still bear the title of daddy here, although this title is very cheap......

Anyway, he was depressed in his heart, and he just wanted to scold!

It seems that there is an invisible black hand in the shadows who controls his own destiny, which makes him very unhappy. Mortals go with the flow and obey the arrangement of fate, but he is a cultivator, and what he pursues is to change his life against the sky, how can he be at the mercy of others!

"No matter who you are, I must pull you out and step on 10,000 feet!" Cheng Xiaotian secretly spontaneously ruthless, clenched his fists, stood up and strode towards the depths of the valley.

He wanted to see what Harbor Eliot had left for himself.

Along the small river all the way up, it only took three hours for Cheng Xiaotian to reach the end of the valley, the higher the valley went inward, and when he arrived here, there were no tall trees. The width of the river is only a few meters, and it will accommodate the river, which begins with a deep pool with a diameter of 10 meters, and a jade-like waterfall falls from a thousand-meter-high mountain and rushes into the tanzhong, stirring up a thick mist.

"That's right, Harbour Eliot, you're a big gift!" Looking at the waterfall, Cheng Xiaotian muttered to himself, his face showing unconcealable excitement.

Walking here, the aura is as strong as substance, and the source is behind the waterfall. Such a high aura can only occur under one circumstance, and here, there must be a spiritual vein!

After hundreds of years of industrial development, all the spiritual veins on the earth have been exhausted, and even the Kunlun ancestral veins have fallen into a deep sleep, and only Shushan still retains a complete dragon vein. From the point of view of quality and concentration, the spiritual vein here is far from the level of the dragon vein, and it should be a superb Jiao vein, close to the level of the python vein.

The Jiao vein is naturally inferior to the dragon vein too much, but with Cheng Xiaotian's cultivation, whether it is the dragon vein, the python vein or the Jiao vein, there is not much difference. If it is only for him to enjoy, and he can absorb it wantonly without nourishing the veins, it is much cooler than cultivating in Shu Mountain!

After observing the waterfall, he was angry and dantian, jumped and jumped, and the distance of 10 meters was stepped over and drilled into the waterfall.