"Useless waste, hurry up and get paper and pen for this official!".

After Wang Han left, Zhu Li, who had a blue nose and swollen face, stood up from under the case and regained his might, and kicked the person on the side, who dared to be angry and hurriedly prepared paper and pen, just like that, an official document was sent out from the town.

Wang Han, who had been away for a long time, didn't know about it, so he left the town and rushed all the way to the ice field, although it had been more than two months since he came out of the sect, Wang Han was not in a hurry. Practicing during the day and hurrying at night, with the wind spirit bead, the cultivation has grown rapidly, and there are more and more gray spiritual power in the dantian, carefully estimated, Wang Han felt that his spiritual power at this time has surpassed that of ordinary monks in the realm of gathering spirits in terms of quality and quantity, this is undoubtedly very terrifying, and the spiritual power overflowing from a wind spirit bead has surpassed the accumulation of others for decades.

Immersed in the thrill of cultivation and ascension all the way, Wang Han slowly walked in the direction of the ice field. The mountains and rivers along the way are gradually desolate, the climate is getting colder and colder, and many places have begun to fall with goose feathers and heavy snow, and it looks even more desolate at a glance. At this time, Wang Han could do at least 100 miles a day, and after seven or eight days, a world of ice and snow gradually appeared in Wang Han's eyes.

"The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds. ”

Looking at the endless ice and snow mountains and rivers, Wang Han casually sighed a poem by Zu Yong. Standing on the top of an ice and snow mountain, Wang Han, who was like an ant, was in the vast ice and snow world, and a sense of loneliness rose from Wang Han's heart. After being dazed for a while, he put away his melancholy heart and prepared to find the ice lotus.

The spiritual herbs in the world are divided into nine grades, usually ten years of herbs are one grade, a hundred years of herbs are two grades, and so on, but there are also some short-lived herbs in the world that are not counted by year. The ice lotus is a second-grade elixir, which is only born on the snow-covered peaks all year round, and does not live in low places. Looking at the endless ice and snow mountains and rivers, Wang Han sensed the concentration of spiritual energy and found it on the snowy mountains.

In the Lingdao Sect, a white and flawless woman is practicing on a mountain peak that is like a fairyland on earth, the woman is surrounded by light blue spiritual power, and there is a little cinnabar in the center of her eyebrows.

An old woman descended on the mountain peak at some point, and nodded slightly as she looked at the woman who was cultivating in front of her. He has accepted three disciples in his life, but only this youngest disciple is the most satisfied, whether it is qualifications or other aspects, the old woman is very satisfied.

Xia Yuyan finished her practice after a long time, opened her eyes and saw a person standing not far away, and hurriedly got up and said respectfully to this person: "Yu Yan greets the master!"

"Well, no need to be polite, Yan'er hurry up. Today, the teacher came to you and had something to explain to you. ”

The old woman waved her sleeves slightly, Xia Yuyan only felt that she was blown by a gust of breeze, and then appeared in a huge palace.

"Master, I'll pour you tea. ”

Entering the palace, the old woman sat in front of the desk in the hall, Xia Yuyan skillfully poured tea for the old woman, and stood quietly aside after pouring the tea.

The old woman took a sip of tea, and then said to Xia Yuyan: "Yan'er, you can prepare when you go back today, you have been in this sect for nearly a year, and I am preparing for the teacher to take you out for a walk tomorrow." ”

"Master, where are we going?"

Xia Yuyan was puzzled, since she worshipped her teacher, her master had let herself practice on a spiritual peak in the sect all day long and was not allowed to go out.

"I see that your cultivation has been slow recently, and I think you have less experience, so I just took you out for a trip, and after three months, the three sects met in the Immortal Mountain, and the teacher took you there earlier, and the disciples in the sect came later. ”

The old woman is old, but her face has no wrinkles, and she is full of energy, but her white hair is hard to cover.

"Thank you, Master!"

Xia Yuyan made a ceremony, and the old woman asked Xia Yuyan to go down to prepare.

Watching Xia Yuyan go out, the old woman was stunned in her heart, her beloved disciple was carrying the blood of the ice phoenix, and the owner of this bloodline was all an existence that could dominate the wind and clouds after growing up, and even a demon who could step into the realm of immortal road Dacheng, which was an existence that could only be seen in ancient records in her life.

"Alas. ”

The old woman sighed, the huge palace was full of the heaviness of time.

The wind and snow were big and small, and they stopped for a while, Wang Han went deep into the ice field for nearly a hundred miles, searched for countless ice peaks, and still did not find any clues about the ice lotus.

Looking at the depths of the ice field, Wang Han fell into deep thought. Before Wang Han came, he had a good understanding of the destinations of the three missions. The depths of this ice field contain great dangers, and the slightest mistake can lead to a catastrophe. Because the ice field is a gathering place for a large number of demon beasts.

The mountain spirit is only a little wise, the demon beast is different, the IQ of the demon beast has been civilized, if the mountain spirit is a three-year-old child, the demon beast is a teenager, it is rumored that the more powerful demon beast can even turn into a human form, spit out human words, and some are walking in the world for many years to realize the Tao and practice.

There are four dangerous places in the spirit country, and the ice field is one of them, and there are countless demon beasts hidden in these four dangerous places.

Li Lao in the Little Fire Sect once told him in a casual conversation that the ice field had been turned into a region, the outer area, the middle area, the inner area, and the core area.

The outer area is frequented by low-level cultivators, while the middle area and the core area are high-level cultivators, but no one has ever entered the core area, and no one knows what is inside.

"I'm just walking around the periphery, so I don't think it's possible to encounter monsters. ”

After pondering for a while, Wang Han decided to search for dozens of miles closer to the ice field, and then continued to go deep into the depths of the ice field.

The howling wind blew from the ice field, and the wind carried the cold air of the ice field cold and piercing, and Wang Han kept covering his body with spiritual power to isolate the cold.

"The concentration of aura has increased a lot, and the ice lotus should be found in the mountains in front of you!"

As the aura continued to deepen, it became more and more intense, and the place where Wang Han was located was an endless small plain, which was covered by thick ice, with a huge ice and snow mountain range at the end in front of him, and countless large and small snow peaks in the back.

Wang Han stepped on his long sword and braved the wind and snow, and in half an hour, he came to the bottom of the huge ice and snow mountain range and began to search everywhere.

Just as Wang Han was searching, suddenly a flute sound came from afar, and Wang Han, who was about to go away, stopped.

"Who is this person playing the flute here?"

The sound of the flute is melodious and spiritual, which makes it have a unique artistic conception in this snowflake. After listening for a while, Wang Han followed the sound of the flute to find it.

Flying a mountain, Wang Han looked far away in mid-air, only to see a young man sitting on the top of an ice and snow mountain playing a flute, the sound of the flute spread all over the world, and the faint ripples of spiritual power spread around with the sound of the flute.

The young man was dressed in green clothes, sitting on the top of the icy mountain motionless, and when the snowflakes slowly fell an inch on the young man's head, they slid down to the sides of the young man as if they had encountered an obstacle, and under the long flowing hair was a handsome face.

As if sensing that someone was coming, the young man stopped the flute, looked at Wang Han and asked lightly:

"Why did you come?"

Wang Han, a disciple of the Xia Xiaohuo Sect, heard the flute of Taoist friends in this experience and came over, please forgive me if you are disturbed. ”

Wang Han saw that the young man had discovered him, so he reported his home and the reason.

"It turned out to be a fellow Daoist of the Little Fire Sect, and Xiao Di was polite in the Lower Dao Sect. ”

The young man bowed his hand slightly to Wang Han.

"Xiao Daoyou, can you tell me the name of the piece you just played?"

Wang Han heard what Xiao Di played just now, his heart was clear, and he couldn't help but be curious.

"Oh, are you interested?"

Xiao Di heard Wang Han ask about the song, and an innocent smile appeared on his face.

"If you can listen to it again, it will be great!"

Seeing Xiao Di's smile and excitement, Wang Han no longer suspended in the air and landed on the ice peak where Xiao Di was.

"This song is called "Tianxian Song", fellow Daoists, please sit down, I will play it for you again!"

Seeing Wang Han falling, Xiao Di hurriedly got up and motioned for Wang Han to sit on the snow in front of him, and Wang Han spread out his robe and sat on the ground.

The melodious flute sounded again, Xiao Di closed his eyes and played, and a circle of ripples spread around Xiao Di, and Wang Han, who was sitting opposite, saw Xiao Di like this, so he also listened attentively.

Listening to the sound of the flute, all kinds of desires in his heart fluctuated with the sound of the flute, and soon it seemed to turn into water waves, dispersing on the calm water, Wang Han gradually forgot his existence, as if he was a part of this ice peak, only the wind and snow that began repeatedly.

I don't know how long it has been, tick!

The last note, like a drop of water falling on the calm surface of the water, will awaken Wang Han in the silent world.

When he opened his eyes, Wang Han was a little dazed, but after a while, the dazedness was gone.

"This song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. What a song!"

Wang Han couldn't help but admire.

"Daoyou praised it!"

Hearing Wang Han's praise, Xiao Di was not only a little shy, which made Wang Han stunned. Where is this a young man in his early twenties, like a fledgling child, who has never been contaminated with the hustle and bustle of the world, and there is no trace of fireworks on his body.

Seeing Xiao Di so innocent, Wang Han couldn't help but have an idea, so he looked at Xiao Di.

"Fellow Daoist, can you borrow your flute?" Wang Han had also learned some flutes in his previous life, but they were flutes, and there was a big gap between them and the jade flute in Xiao Di's hand.

"Huh?"

When Xiao Di heard that Wang Han wanted to borrow his flute, he was not only a little stunned.

"Isn't it convenient?"

Wang Han thought to himself, what are you afraid of, two old men, do you have a habit of cleanliness? That's right, musical instruments are generally their own personal things and are rarely borrowed, so Wang Han arched his hand and said to Xiao Di: "It's abrupt!"

"Here you go!"

As soon as Wang Han finished speaking, Xiao Di handed the flute to Wang Han with both hands with a half blush.

"I don't have any other intentions in the next, but suddenly a few songs from my hometown sounded, and I was in a mood for a while, and I still don't need this flute for Taoist friends!"

Wang Han felt that he was a little abrupt, so he dismissed Xiao Di.

"It's okay for fellow Daoists to use my flute, and I'd love to hear the music of your hometown. ”

Xiao Di did not take back the flute he was holding in both hands, his eyes were innocent and curious.