Nianzhu was thoughtful when he heard this, and he didn't know what Qingyun had in mind, but Nianzhu was slightly happy when he saw Qingyun's expression.

"Let's go back." Qingyun turned to look at Nianzhu.

"Hmm." Nianzhu nodded obediently.

Qingyun couldn't sleep all night, and he was thinking about whether to leave the scriptures of "Returning to Tibet" to Nianzhu Shenwu to practice, but after thinking about it, he gave up for the time being.

This is not Qingyun's selfishness, but the content of "Returning to Tibet" is jerky and difficult to understand, Nianzhu is an outlier, if there is a deviation in practice, it will harm her, or wait until he has all the enlightenment, and then teach the whole text of Nianzhu scriptures.

The next day, Qingyun got up early and rushed to Tianmai Snow Mountain in the territory of Chu State, and did not greet Chu Zhaoyun and Nianzhu.

First, he won't be gone for too long, and second, he hates the parting scene very much.

Tianmai Snow Mountain is located in the territory of Hanzhou, Chu State in the northwest of Tianlu, Qingyun is not worried about whether he can pass through the confinement, what worries him the most is that the highest peak of Tianmai Snow Mountain is called Muli Snow Mountain, which is the first peak of Tianlu, the terrain is treacherous, and the air is thin.

In the northwest region, the climate is changeable, extremely cold, Muli Snow Mountain has never been up since ancient times, except for immortals, even people in the cultivation can not climb, if Shi Niang is really trapped there, let alone rescue, whether it can be safely gone is unknown.

But worried about worrying, Qingyun still went on the road, three days later, Qingyun had reached the terrain of Tianmai Snow Mountain, Qingyun was a little tired, so he found a haystack to lie down and rest.

After a little respite, Qingyun rushed towards the depths of the heavenly veins, Qingyun's divine sense was already very powerful at the moment, at the foot of the mountain Qingyun tried to sense the nearby alien aura, although he knew that it was extremely difficult to find the location of Shi Niang by this means, but he still began to try to search for the alien aura within a radius of a hundred miles.

After many attempts, Qingyun was finally discouraged, animals within a radius of 100 miles are not uncommon, mostly bears, minks, foxes and other animals unique to the snow mountains, and only a few animals have a little aura cultivation.

"I can only try to find out." Qingyun said secretly in his heart.

There are many steep peaks of Tianmai Snow Mountain, the highest altitude is Muli Snow Mountain, the people here call Muli Snow Mountain the place where the gods live, and in their hearts Muli Snow Mountain is very sacred.

Qingyun Yuqi rises high, constantly trying to climb to the peak, trying to be condescending and then flying slowly to find it.

But soon after he was raised, Qingyun suddenly noticed that someone was following behind him, and he was in a hurry to rush to Muli Snow Mountain, and he had no intention of being distracted, leaving the other party behind, but Qingyun was a little puzzled, why he didn't find anyone following all the way before.

Qingyun thought about it for a while, it was very likely that he was a tracker who appeared only after reaching the range of Tianmai Snow Mountain, and Qingyun could slow down and take the opportunity to observe the people behind him.

At this time, Qingyun had already reached the halfway point of Muli Snow Mountain, and Qingyun only felt that he had some difficulty breathing, thinking that the altitude was too high and it was difficult to breathe.

Qingyun pretended to be relieved, looked around, and finally saw the person behind him clearly.

At a distance of about 100 zhang, there was a figure of a woman dressed in white, Qingyun was a little puzzled when he saw this, how could he be a little familiar with this figure?

Judging by her expression, the woman in white was already a little exhausted, and she couldn't stop gasping when she was standing on a snowy ground at the moment.

Exhaustion means that the cultivation is not very smart, and it is not a threat to Qingyun, Qingyun has no time to take care of it, lifts his pants and raises it slightly again, and no longer cares about the people behind him.

Ten miles further, Qingyun actually saw a few stone houses here, Qingyun was very puzzled, how could such a high place be inhabited.

He is a lilac aura cultivator who feels that his breath is suffocating here, and it is very uncomfortable, who will live here?

When I walked in, it turned out to be a mountain temple, and there was only a middle-aged man in it, and a brazier was being set up in the house, and the middle-aged man leaned close to the brazier and leaned out his hands to keep warm.

Due to the thin air, there was no noticeable flame in the brazier, but there was still some temperature.

The ethnic group inhabited by Tianmai Snow Mountain is the Qiang people, the Qiang people have lived by grazing for generations, living in tents and burning firewood, and the folk customs are exceptionally simple, but the Qiang people have an obvious characteristic that they are hospitable by nature.

Previously, Qingyun was resting in a haystack, which was a Qiang farm, and when he saw a stranger coming, the two of them also sent food and water to Qingyun to relieve his fatigue.

Sensing that someone had entered, the middle-aged man stood up and looked at Qingyun in a daze.

"Who are you and how did you get here?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Brother Tai, don't worry, I have no malicious intentions, so far, I just don't understand who lives in this bad place." Qingyun clenched his fists and said.

Before speaking, Qingyun had already probed out his aura and tried whether the other party had cultivation, and after trying, Qingyun relaxed his vigilance, the middle-aged man opposite was just an ordinary person, although he was strong, but he didn't have any cultivation.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged man asked.

Qingyun was very puzzled when he heard this, and it was very rare for strangers to ask each other's names now, because for strangers, even if they met in Pingshui, things like names were actually useless information.

"Qingyun." Qingyun still replied.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was shocked when he heard this.

"Brother, what are you?" Qingyun looked extremely excited, and asked.

"I've been waiting for more than a year, and I'm finally here for you, thank God, thank God." The middle-aged man suddenly knelt on the ground, but the direction of his kneeling was a clay sculpture in the mountain temple.

"Don't be busy kneeling yet, you mean, you've been waiting for me here, and you've been waiting for a year?" Qingyun asked again in confusion.

"yes, yes, I've been waiting for a year." The middle-aged man spoke excitedly.

"Why are you waiting for me?" Qingyun asked again.

"A year ago, I had fallen asleep in the evening after finishing my work at home, and that afternoon I had a very strange dream when a small, white-bearded old man came to talk to me......," the middle-aged man recalled.

Qingyun did not interrupt the middle-aged man's narration.

"The white-bearded old man claimed to be the mountain god of Muli Snow Mountain, he instructed me to come here to guide a Taoist named Qingyun, the old man said that you will come here in a month at most, but I waited for a year, I have a good life this year, I still have a wife and children at home...... "The middle-aged man cried bitterly, thinking that the cold of this year was indeed enough for an ordinary person like him to bear.

"You don't have to come." Qingyun smiled bitterly.

"The old man said that if I did not come, I would kill all the cattle and sheep in my house, and he did, and when I refused him at first, I woke up and found that half of the cattle and sheep in my house were dead." The middle-aged man spoke again.

"How many cattle and sheep do you have at home?" Qingyun asked with interest.

In fact, Qingyun has already judged that what the middle-aged man said is true, Ran Sheng had been dreamed of by the immortals of the mountain god and the land before, and the things that this man experienced, although it was very strange to ordinary people, were not uncommon to him.

"More than three hundred." The middle-aged man wept bitterly again.

"Ahh Qingyun was stunned when he heard this.

"This and this, the immortals are also so ruthless?" Qingyun sighed for a while.