The spring on this continent is still accumulating strength in the south, but the wind and snow in the north have already strangled all the spring in the cradle. At the northern tip of the mainland, three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind and frost and swords are strictly pressing, but I am afraid that there is no spring at all. The wind and snow in the sky turned into deep swords that penetrated into the bones, slashing with one sword on the left and one sword on the right.

In the past three days, it is rare to see the black mountain stones that show the snow surface, and because of the cold and ruthless carving of these heavens and earth, they show a dead and silent posture. It's a land of ice and snow, and it's a place of death, but now there is a row of small black dots, walking on the snowfield of a hundred years of loneliness, silently but firmly moving forward.

Occasionally, the sound of a dog barking through the wind and snow is transmitted into the distance, bringing a bit of a vivid feeling. There were only three people in this procession, but there were more than sixty snow dogs, leading a long sleigh carrying food and equipment, and constantly marching north.

It is said that these snow dogs that roam the far north are the descendants of snow wolves, and only those northern barbarians who can endure the cold can domesticate them and become good helpers for humans. However, in recent years, the continent has become colder and colder, and as soon as the north gate is closed, the temperature plummets, and the northern barbarians who fought shirtless in the snow in the past have already moved south to the western grassland at all costs, and the snow fields have returned to calm, who are these snow dogs?

Wrapped in thick fur, even the head and face are covered with a warm fox fur, wearing leather boots under his feet, thick gloves on his hands, and the whole person is wrapped like a zongzi. Fan Xian took a sigh of relief, and found that soon after the heat came out of his lips, he seemed to be frozen into snow by the severe cold of the world. His face was a little pale, although he had secretly made preparations for several years since he learned the whereabouts of the temple land in the fifth year of Qingli, but when he really stepped on this snowfield, he felt that the power between heaven and earth could not be truly borne by being mentally prepared.

It has been a few days since I left the Northern Qi Dynasty and went to the capital, and it has been seven or eight days since I passed through the North Gate Tianguan, where there are no longer too many sergeants. Thinking of the sergeant on the snow city, watching his people and dogs walk into the snow field like a dead man, the corners of Fan Xian's lips couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seemed that no one was optimistic about his own group.

He put his finger between his lips and whistled, and the ears of the snow dogs stood up smartly. Shaking his head energetically, he shook off the ice and snow on his body, and stood on all fours in the cold snow, seemingly not afraid of the cold at all, spitting out his long red tongue, waiting for the next command from his master.

At this time, the wind and snow seemed to be a little lighter, and two people came out of the two simple snowmobiles in front of and behind Fan Xian. Begonia and Wang Shisanlang were also wrapped into zongzi at this time. They approached Fan Xian's side with puzzled faces.

"While the snow is light, we have to hurry up. ”

Wang Shisanlang's voice came out through the layer of fur, and it seemed a little buzzy. Fan Xian gasped heavily, coughed and responded: "Are those people behind still following?" Haitang took off the ear tips on the edge of his fur hat, revealing two clean and lovely ears, listened quietly in the wind and snow for a long time, then shook his head and said, "It seems that I lost it." ”

Although the wind and snow were a little smaller, the three of them gathered together to talk. It's still extremely hard to hear. Fan Xian curled the corners of his lips and smiled, and said, "It's good to lose it, I don't want the people sent by your little emperor to be frozen to death on this snowfield." ”

Begonia didn't say anything, just squinted slightly, looking into the depths of the snowy fields in the north. I saw that it was also snow-white. There was nothing in the heavens and the earth but snow. Such a boring journey, and because of the severe cold, it is particularly dangerous. There was a complicated look in her eyes, it had been seven or eight days out of the Tianguan, but Fan Xian didn't need to explore the way at all, but directly issued an order, all the way around the snow mountains and ice hills, and walked in silence, as if he knew very well how to go to the temple.

Fan Xian's body was too seriously injured, it was impossible to explore the way, Wang Shisanlang's right arm was not all good, among the three, although Haitang's body was also a little weak, but if she wanted to explore the way, she would definitely do it, she didn't understand, where did Fan Xian's confidence come from, she wouldn't be able to see the sun here, the mountains and rivers couldn't see the trend, and he was lost in the wasteland where there was nothing but ice and snow.

Fan Xian took out a bamboo knife from the sleigh behind him, and carefully scraped the ice cubes on his leather boots, everything is about the details, only when the preparation is sufficient, and the details are well considered, it is possible to reach the ethereal temple. In the past few days after leaving the North Gate Tianguan, he took the team of sleds around the snowfield, just to get rid of the team that was faintly following behind him.

Whether the Emperor of Northern Qi wanted to ensure the safety of this pedestrian, or wanted to follow Fan Xiandi and find the hidden and unknown temple, Fan Xian would not allow it, on the one hand, he didn't want too many people to die in this cold, and secondly, Fan Xian himself didn't know what kind of things existed in the temple, and Kuhe hid the location of the temple so carefully back then, because he was worried that the things in the temple would spread to the world and bring unknowable harm to the world, in this case, Fan Xian should of course be careful.

"It was a little cold, but we ...... Is it necessary to wear so much?" Wang Shisanlang stood in front of Fan Xian, gasped twice, and felt that the thick leather jacket and leather boots on his body were really a bit of a hindrance. Fan Xian was seriously injured and couldn't mobilize his true qi to keep out the cold, but Thirteen Lang and Haitang were still full of true qi, and the strong ones on the nine grades, in a state of one piece, they could really be called cold and heat.

Fan Xian smiled, looked at him and said: "If you can save more heat and true qi, just save some, don't look at the cold right now, you can still withstand it, but we still have to go north, who knows how low the temperature will be when we get there?"

Saying this, he lowered his head slightly, hiding the faint worry in his eyes. In the Xishan cave in the fifth year of Qingli, he memorized every word of Sean's dying words in his mind, and made full preparations for this trip to the temple, but he still didn't expect that it had only been ten days since he left the Heavenly Pass, and the severe cold between heaven and earth had reached such a level.

It seems that the temperature today is a little colder than when Sean and Bitter Lotus went to the temple a few decades ago.

"Since the biggest difficulty is the severe cold, why don't we choose to set off in summer?" Haitang keenly discovered this problem. Fan Xian's attitude is not very urgent now, since this is the case, it seems that setting off in summer is the best choice.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then said, "The time on the road is about two months, and I don't know how long it will take to find the temple. It is safer to start at the end of winter and arrive at the beginning of summer...... And I don't want to be in the dark for half the year. ”

"Well, I heard that the heavens and the earth are reversed in the temple. Half a year of night, half a year of day. Wang Shisanlang nodded.

"You don't know as much about the world as I am, so just listen to me. Fan Xian said very calmly, but his words were full of unquestionable confidence, yes. As early as the moment when he was stargazing with Dabao, he reconfirmed that this is the earth, and since it is the earth, then there are naturally polar days and nights at the North Pole.

The north of this world is too cold, and few people have been able to set foot in the depths of the snowfield, and few people have been able to come back alive, so in the legend, the place where the temple is located. There is some mysterious and unknown mysterious atmosphere. It's just that this kind of mystery has no effect at all in front of Fan Xian's eyes.

Fan Xian took out three pairs of very strange things from the cloth bag beside him, handed two pairs to the Begonia King Thirteen Lang, and said: "From this moment on, we probably only have snow in our eyes, too monotonous color, it will make the eyes have problems, whether you are used to it or not, you must wear this thing." ”

As soon as the words are finished. Fan Xian put that thing on the bridge of his nose, it turned out to be a pair of glasses made of glass, but the lenses were painted black with some kind of paint, and they could still transmit light.

Haitang squinted slightly, looking at Fan Xian for a long time without saying a word. I felt more and more that he couldn't see through it. I don't know what the use of this thing in my hand is, it will be good for my eyes? She didn't ask much. Instead, he followed Fan Xian's appearance and put the sunglasses that appeared for the first time in this world on the bridge of his nose.

Crystal glasses, they had seen the ground, but had never seen such a black ground. Wang Shisanlang glanced at Haitang, and put it on his eyes with some hesitation, and the three of them suddenly turned into three young blind fortune tellers, which looked a little funny, and the three of them looked at each other for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hurry, we will be encamped in another hour. Fan Xian took out the pocket watch that Xiaoyi had protected from his arms, looked at it, squinted at the sky in the wind and snow, and said. All the way to the north, he was afraid that the time would not be accurate based on the sky, and he didn't know how many days this pocket watch could support in the bitter cold.

A whining sound sounded, and the more than 60 snow dogs who had rested for a moment were refreshed, barked, and happily rushed to the depths of the snowfield, with silver-white fur all over their bodies, flowing with a wonderful movement.

Fan Xian half-leaned on the sleigh suitcase, squinted slightly, felt the ice and snow on his eyelashes cold his thin skin, couldn't help but ** his nose, and pulled the looper buckles on his collar and cuffs tighter, not wanting any trace of snow particles to leak into his body.

Knowing the location and road map of the temple in the fifth year of Qingli, Fan Xian has hidden this secret in his heart for more than six years, he knows that he is destined to go to the temple eventually, but he didn't expect that in the end, it was because he wanted to find Uncle Wuzhu, because of the break between himself and His Majesty the Emperor.

What an adventure...... Once you have this immediate purpose, you seem to lose a lot of good feelings. The sleigh glided quickly on the flat snowfield, and the sound of the snow dogs' rapid breathing and the sound of wind and snow could be heard in all directions, and Fan Xian seemed to be about to fall asleep accompanied by such sounds.

He couldn't be asleep, and he was listening carefully to the snow dog's breathing rate to gauge their tiredness. In six years, his younger brother Fan Sizhen prepared all the things needed to overcome the cold according to his instructions, including food and fire on the front and rear sleds and special snow tents, and these snow dogs that had been domesticated in Tianguan at the North Gate for three years were Fan Xian's biggest reliance on this trip to the temple.

From these aspects, it can be seen that Fan Xian is an extremely careful person, he never fights unprepared battles, in the eyes of the world, it is as difficult to go to the temple as it is to ascend to the sky, and in his opinion, as long as the preparation is sufficient, the temple is just a remote tourist attraction.

The only thing that made him a little vigilant was the cold, and now the cold is even better than that of Sean Bitter Lotus, when the Great Wei Dynasty put up a team of hundreds of people to explore the battle. In the end, Sean Bitter Lotus and the two bulls still need to eat human flesh in order to survive until the temple is alive, and now there are only three people in their team, can they survive there?

Fan Xian closed his eyes, but he was not worried that he would be frozen, the meridians in his body were indeed almost exhausted, and he could not mobilize his true qi to protect his body, but it was amazing. As soon as he entered this desolate and extremely cold snowfield, he was keenly aware that the vitality of heaven and earth in the wind and snow seemed to be much stronger than anywhere else in the south.

This sensitivity is attributed to the booklet given by Master Kuhe on his deathbed, without that booklet, Fan Xian is afraid that he would not be able to sense the slightest change in heaven and earth. Why go further north. This is a phenomenon that Fan Xian is puzzled by, but this is a good thing after all, he is half-lying on the sleigh and slowly absorbs the fluctuations of the vitality between heaven and earth, if the vitality in the north is more intense, maybe it will only take two or three years for the earth meridians in his body to be repaired as before.

The sleigh bounced slightly on the ice and snow, and Fan Xian woke up from that empty state. His eyes narrowed slightly. Through his sunglasses, he calmly observed the wind and snow in front of him, and suddenly realized something. When the Great Wei Dynasty dominated the world, His Majesty the Emperor, who had nothing to ask for, sent an envoy to the temple in order to seek the way of immortality, all of which was because of the proposal of Kuhe.

Sean's cavalry vaguely grasped the general location of the temple, but who would dare to risk his life to go and find out? If it weren't for Kuhe's efforts to push this matter. Tempting Emperor Wei with immortality, I am afraid that the trip to the temple decades ago will not happen at all.

Why did Kuhe take such an interest in the temple that he would go there at all costs? simply because he was an ascetic of the Heavenly Sect and had served the temple all his life? Kuhe is a secularist. Just looking at the agreement he reached in an instant with his mother Ye Qingmei, who was imprisoned in the temple, outside the temple, it was known that this bitter lotus master did not have much respect for the temple.

Fan Xian's eyes narrowed even more under his sunglasses. I don't know when he got the booklet in Master Kuhe's hand, could it be that at that time, he had already sensed that there was something wrong with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the north, so he wanted to go to the temple to take a look, the source and truth of all these fluctuations?

The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the white sheep and snow fox who can occasionally be seen don't know where to run to escape the cold at this time, and on the entire desolate snow field, there is only this line of snow dogs pulling the team to move forward in the wind and snow Fan Xian came to his two suppressed coughs on the sleigh where Fan Xian was, this kind of low temperature is no longer something that ordinary people can resist, and his injuries have not healed, and it is indeed a little hard.

Wang Shisanlang on the sleigh in front didn't seem to hear Fan Xian's cough, but looked ahead vigilantly, and suddenly his body turned into a sword light, wearing a bloated leather jacket, breaking through the air, directly killing the front of the snow dog team, and stabbing into a slightly bulging ice and snow.

The snow dog was noisy for a while, and after a while, it calmed down, and several bold and curious snow dogs surrounded him, standing beside Wang Shisanlang and sniffing down, and then let out a few sharp calls, which were extremely cheerful.

Wang Shisanlang held the sword in his left hand, withdrew the scabbard, and looked at the big white bear that was dug out of the snow by the snow dogs in a daze, this was originally the task given to him by Fan Xian, to hunt some prey along the way, in case of future emergencies.

The snow dogs listened to the order, and after dragging the white bear out of the snow, they did not follow up, but only licked the bloody dog kiss, and were extremely happy, because they knew that the owners would definitely keep most of the flesh for themselves.

"It's time to roast bear's paws in the evening. Fan Xian didn't get off the sled, and couldn't help but smile happily as he watched Haitang and Wang Shisanlang tie the white bear to the empty sled.

This was just an episode, and the sled team started again, and under Fan Xian's whistle command, it quickly moved along the icy snow river towards the northwest.

Haitang sat on the sleigh, looking at Fan Xian's back in front of her, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, she didn't know if Fan Xian's current body could continue to support it. However, the worry in her eyes turned into confusion and deep admiration in an instant, Begonia is rare to convince people in her life, but today, looking at Fan Xian's leisure, Cheng Zhu in his chest, calmly guiding the way, it seems that everything is under control, and finally he is somewhat convinced.

Why did Fan Xian have such a strong confidence in reaching the temple? Why did he seem to have no fear of the temple at all? Could it be that Miss Ye was really a fairy who ran out of the temple, as the master said back then, so Fan Xian went to the temple...... Just going home?

What is the temple, few people know, Fan Xian half-closed his eyes, nested in one place, saving his physical strength, and his heart was also flooded with faint waves, he knew that his mother had gone to the temple to steal things, and he even knew that the closest Uncle Wuzhu was originally a person in the temple, logically speaking, he was the closest person to the temple in this world, so this trip to the temple, his mentality was also a little weird, it seemed that he might find the truth of everything, and it might even be the truth of his own life.

Of course, this may just be an extravagant hope, and the most critical issue at the moment is to find the temple. Back then, Bitter Lotus Sean was the most powerful person on this continent, and he was at the peak of his physical strength, but he was still looking for such a hard job, and Fan Xian had no advantage compared to them, so where was his confidence?

Knowledge is power, Fan Xian has more knowledge of his previous life than other people in this world, so in his eyes, a lot of mysteries are actually just natural phenomena. And because of this knowledge, he knew the road map from Sean's mouth, so he was not worried that he would get lost.

Fan Xian on the sleigh carefully put the latest compass from Neku last year back into his sleeve pocket, sighed, stretched out his fingers, drew two semicircular arcs in the snowy air, and whispered to himself: "What do you mean?"