The wind and snow sent chūn home, and the chūn days on this continent were still accumulating strength in the south, but the wind and snow in the north had already strangled all chūn intentions in the cradle. At the northern tip of the continent, three hundred and sixty rì a year, the wind and frost and the sword are strictly pressing, but I am afraid that there is no chūn day 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.

It is rare to see the black mountain stone that shows the snow surface in Sanrì, and because of the cold and ruthless carving of these heavens and earth, it shows 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 Tianguan is released, the temperature plummets, and the Northland Barbarian Hu, who fights shirtless in the snow, has already moved south to the western grassland at any cost, and the snow field has 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 breath, and soon found that the heat came out of his lips, he seemed to be frozen into snow by the severe cold of this heaven and earth, and his face was a little pale, although since Qingli knew the whereabouts of the temple in the fifth year, he had secretly made preparations for several years, but when he really stepped on this snowfield, he felt that the power of heaven and earth was not something that could be truly borne by being mentally prepared.

It has been a long time since he left the Northern Qi Dynasty and went to the capital, and it has been seven or eight days since he passed through the North Gate Tianguan, where there are not too many sergeants stationed, and when he thinks of the sergeants on the Snow City, like looking at the dead people, watching his people and dogs walk into the snowfield, the corners of Fan Xian's lips can't help but have a bitter smile, it seems that no one is optimistic about his line.

He put his finger between his lips and whistled, and the ears of more than ten snow dogs on his body stood up smartly, jīng shook his head with great energy, shook off the ice and snow on his body, and stood on all fours with deep hair, seemingly not afraid of cold at all, spitting out a long red tongue, waiting for the next command from his master.

At this time, the wind and snow seemed to be a little smaller, and two people came out of the two simple snowmobiles in front of and behind Fan Xian, and Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were also wrapped into zongzi at this time, and 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 earmuffs on the edge of the fur hat, revealing two 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 are a little smaller, it is still extremely difficult to hear the three of them talking together. 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 snow field in the north, only to see that there was also a snow-white over there, there seemed to be nothing in the world except snow, such a boring journey, partial and because of the cold and particularly dangerous. There was a complicated look in her eyes, she was already out of the Tianguan Seven or Eight Rì, but Fan Xian didn't need to explore the way at all, but directly issued an order, all the way around the snow mountain and ice hills, and walked in silence, as if he knew very well how to go to the temple.

Fan Xian's injuries are too serious, it is impossible to explore the way, Wang Shisanlang's right arm is not all good, among the three, although Haitang's body is also a little weak, but if you want to explore the way, she must do it, she doesn't understand, where does Fan Xian's confidence come from, he won't see the sun here, he can't see the trend of mountains and rivers, and he gets lost in the wasteland where there is nothing but ice and snow.

Fan Xian took out a bamboo knife from the sleigh behind him, carefully scraped the ice cubes on his leather boots, and cared about the details, only when he was fully prepared and the details were well considered, it was possible to reach the ethereal temple. Out of 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 Xian 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.

"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 words before his death, and made full preparations for this trip to the temple, but he still didn't expect that this was only ten years before he left the heavenly pass, and the severe cold between heaven and earth had reached such a stage.

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 the summer?" Haitang was very keenly aware of this problem, Fan Xian's attitude towards coming out now was not very urgent, in this case, it seemed that setting off in summer was 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 heaven and earth in the temple are reversed, half a year of darkness and half a year. 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 undoubted confidence, yes, he had reconfirmed that this was the earth as early as the moment when he was stargazing with Dabao, since it was the earth, then there was naturally a polar day and night at the North Pole.

The north of this world is too cold, and few people can set foot in the depths of the snowfield, and few people can come back alive, so in the legend, the place where the temple is located, there is some mysterious and unknown mysterious atmosphere, but this 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 King Thirteen Lang of Begonia, and said: "From this moment on, we probably only have snow in our eyes, too monotonous Yan Sè will make your eyes have problems, whether you are used to it or not, you must wear this thing." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Xian put that thing on the bridge of his nose, which 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, looked at Fan Xian and was silent for a long time, the more and more she felt that he was a little unable to see through, and she didn't know what the use of this thing in her hand was, it would be good for her eyes? She didn't ask anything, but learned from Fan Xian's appearance, and put the sunglasses that appeared for the first time in this world on the bridge of her nose.

Crystal glasses, they had ever seen, but had never seen such a black sè. 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, 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 sixty snow dogs that had rested for a moment shook their spirits, barked, and happily rushed towards the depths of the snowfield, with a wonderful movement flowing from their silver-white fur all over their bodies.

Fan Xian half-leaned on the sled's suitcase, squinted slightly, felt the ice and snow on his eyelashes cold his thin skin, couldn't help but twitch his nose, and pulled the looper ties 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 from 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 makes him a little jǐng is the cold, now the cold is better than Sean Bitter Lotus, when the Great Wei Dynasty put out an expedition team of hundreds of people, and finally Sean Bitter Lotus two big cattle still need to eat human flesh in order to survive to the temple in the world, now there are only three people in their team, can they hold on to that place?

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

This sensitivity is attributed to the pamphlet given by Master Kuhe on his deathbed, without which Fan Xian would not have been able to sense the slightest change in heaven and earth. Why is it that the further north he goes, the more intense the vitality between heaven and earth becomes? 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 vitality fluctuations between heaven and earth, if the vitality of the north is more intense, it may only take two or three years for the meridians in his body to be repaired as before.

The sleigh shook slightly on the ice and snow, Fan Xian woke up from that empty state, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he calmly observed the wind and snow in front of him through his sunglasses, and suddenly understood. When the Great Wei Dynasty dominated the world, the emperor who had nothing to ask for sent an envoy to the temple in order to seek the way of eternal life.

Sean's cavalry vaguely grasped the general location of the temple, but who would dare to risk his life to explore the mortals in the world? If it weren't for Kuhe's efforts to promote this matter and tempt Emperor Wei with immortality, I am afraid that the trip to the temple decades ago would not have happened at all.

Why did Kuhe have such such an interest in the temple that he had to go there at any cost? Just because he was an ascetic of Tianyi and had served the temple all his life? No, Kuhe was a secularist, and just by looking at the agreement he reached in an instant to cooperate with his mother Ye Qingmei, who was imprisoned in the temple, outside the temple, we knew that this Kuhe 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 noticed that there was a problem 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 this qiē fluctuation?

............ The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the white sheep and snow foxes that can be seen occasionally don't know where to run to escape the cold at this time.

Fan Xian was on the sleigh where he heard his two suppressed coughs, 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 sled in front of him didn't seem to hear Fan Xian's cough, but looked ahead with his eyes, 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 fiercely under 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, Haitang is rare to be convinced in her life, but now rì, looking at Fan Xian for a long time, Cheng Zhu in his chest, calmly guiding the way, it seems that he has mastered the style, and finally has some convincing.

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 body, and his heart was also flooding 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 person closest to the temple in the world, so this trip to the temple, his mentality was also a little weird, it seemed that he might find the truth of a thing, and it might even be the truth of his own life this time.

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 his peak at his age, 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?"