The snow stopped, the snow was still there, it was still cold, and if you just sat in the snow and slept for a night, you were afraid that you would be frozen out.

But in addition to the monk and Xu Chang'an, a group of cultivators, especially a great cultivator who held a broken star in his hand and was in the upper three realms, was frozen to death in the snow like this, if this was spread out, he could know how ridiculous it would be just by imagination.

If they had been in the snow like this, it would have been even more interesting to think of the dean's expression when he learned about it.

Cultivators are also human beings, but the physical quality of cultivators is obviously higher than that of ordinary people.

No matter how high the physical fitness is, there will be a limit in comparison, but this heavy snow obviously cannot exceed this limit.

As for Lin Ying's training and rolling in the snow, it is a common occurrence in winter, and it is also something that every Zhennan Army has experienced.

Many people are thinking about why the Zhennan Army can become the most elite army of the Dachang Dynasty, with strong war horses and sophisticated equipment as necessities, but what about those soldiers?

Some people say that it is because the guards there are the strongest in the Beichang Martial Arts, and some people say that the members of the Zhennan Army are the most elite from other armies to form this army.

But Lin Pinggui and Lin Ying didn't admit it at all, it was not Lin Pinggui's style to tear down the east wall and make up the west wall, everyone who joined the Zhennan Army was an ordinary person, and the only thing they were not ordinary was that their heart was not ordinary.

Those who harbor these curiosities will surely have no doubts if they can go to the southern border to take a look.

Every honor is not earned for nothing, and in the face of those questions, Lin Pinggui and Zhennanjun usually have only one answer, if you can, you can too.

Xu Changan sat in the saddle and did not sleep. He can't practice at the moment, and he can't meditate cross-legged, so naturally he can't sleep when he sits in the snow like this.

What if you can't sleep? Then he can only go and split the mountain, and he has been splitting the mountain all night, and his efforts are not useless, but they are not so obvious compared to the size of the whole mountain. Xu Chang'an had already been mentally prepared for this, so he was not discouraged.

There is a big difference between what is not obvious and what is useless, and what is not obvious means that it is at least useful. It's enough to be useful, whether it can be split or not is left to time to solve.

Perhaps his encouragement came from the formation in his body, from the person who laid the formation. The only person in the world, compared to that person's sixty years, I am afraid that no matter how much he laments the injustice of fate, he will be ashamed of himself.

Sixty years for that person is encouragement, and three years for that person is temptation.

Whenever Xu Changan wanted to slack off, there seemed to be a voice in his heart scolding him fiercely: 'Lao Tzu has persevered for sixty years, what is this mountain of yours?

With Xu Changan's character, he naturally won't swallow his anger on weekdays, but even if he scolds back, he is just scolding himself, because that voice comes from himself.

In the face of that formation, Xu Changan had no reason to give up and relax.

And the monk was lying on Yang Hejiu's long black box with his upper body, his legs hanging in the snow at will, although it was cold, but the treatment was better than everyone in the field.

In addition to why Xu Changan went to Wangshulou, the people in the audience began to wonder what the purpose of this monk going to Wangshulou was, to send them to death one after another? But these two people looked so afraid of death.

However, no one bothered to ask in vain, because the words that came out of the monk's mouth probably didn't even know whether they were true or false.

The siblings, a man and a woman surnamed Jiang, didn't say a word, just sat cross-legged in their respective saddles, their eyes closed.

The woman opened her eyes from time to time to look at Yang Hejiu opposite, and several times she still stopped wanting to ask what the origin of the sword was, because she may have already had the answer in her heart. No one could tell that it was not an ordinary sword, and that this young man with only six fingers was by no means an ordinary person.

And when these two unordinary coincide together, even if the territory of the Dachang Dynasty is extremely vast, it can still easily lock the identity of that man, that is, the Spirit Academy.

This question is not difficult to guess, if Yang Hejiu is from the east, it must be related to the Crazy Book Pavilion, and if it is placed in the south, it must have something to do with the Sword Saint, and if it is placed in the north, it can only be the Spirit Academy.

It's not that you can't jump out of the golden phoenix in the grass nest, but relatively speaking, most people are still more willing to believe that the phoenix can fall on the sycamore branch more easily.

By the time the sun rose the next day, Xu Changan was already soaked, not snow, but sweat.

Splitting mountains with mental power does not mean that as long as you are not hungry or thirsty, you can keep splitting, your strength will always run out, and the same is true for mental power.

The whole night of splitting the mountains made the boy dizzy, unable to distinguish between the east and the west, and could not even determine whether the sky was now lit up by the sun or the moon.

In this way, after Xu Changan vomited and ate half a piece of dried steamed buns, he was helped to the horse by Lin Ying with great contempt, and the group started to hit the road again.

After walking for a short time, sleepiness hit, and Xu Changan could no longer resist Zhou Gong's invitation after the fierce battle between heaven and man in his mind, so he lay on Lin Ying's back and fell asleep deeply, not thinking about whether he would be thrown off the horse by Lin Ying as a pillow and kicked his feet hard.

Although the war horse was bumpy, it was better than the snow where there was not even a big tree to rely on.

This treatment can't help but look at the black-eyed monk full of envy, from the four of them met in the city of Jin, and then to the border of Qi State, although this distance is far away, but can still often pass by a small city, no matter how bad it is, you will meet small towns and post houses that can provide accommodation, so this monk followed the three of them along the way to eat, drink and sleep comfortably, and couldn't help but feel proud that he really didn't follow the wrong person.

But since he hit the border of Qi State, after experiencing that battle, he naturally couldn't sleep when he slept in the open air, and then looked at the man riding the horse in front of him, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and quickly put his hands together to dispel this idea.

It's not that he feels a little disgusted like this, let alone a young man with a handsome face, even if there is a rotten wooden coffin in front of him, he can lie in it and sleep beautifully with a satisfied face, but sleeping in the coffin is not the same as actually entering the coffin, Yang Hejiu's sword is too sharp, he doesn't dare.

Lin Ying was riding a horse in front, and he was not dissatisfied with Xu Changan's sudden action of lying on his back, and he didn't even frown slightly, but he always observed the movement in the snow.

The women who grew up in the barracks didn't care too much about the difference between men and women, the battlefield was changing rapidly, and maybe one day she would be wounded, and then someone bandaged your wounds, and you told me that there was a difference between men and women? Then you died a hundred times is not a grievance.

According to the map that the group put together in their minds, it took them a long time to walk out of this snowfield, and a few days ago, they could hear the chattering complaints of the monk behind Yang Hejiu along the way, but after a long time, the monk didn't even bother to open his mouth to breathe, so he could only hear the iron hooves of the four war horses stepping on the snow with a crisp sound.

After rushing during the day and sleeping at night for more than ten days, it was not that the group could not hold on, but that the four horses could no longer hold on.

Horses are well fed and rested is far more important than people, people are more improvisable creatures, but if the horse is not taken care of well, it will not be able to run, and then it will be tired to death and can only walk forward, which is undoubtedly more dangerous.

In the past ten days, everyone has been a little grateful for this heavy snow after snow, instead of staring at the snow all over the ground and thinking about how to sleep.

The reason is that this heavy snow has brought water, and the water they carry has long been drunk, and they can't find a single stone to lean on the way, let alone the water source.

The snow does not melt for a long time, and when you are thirsty, you grab a handful from the snow and put it in your mouth, although it is cold, it can also be used by the human body.

Occasionally, they came across a few big trees full of icicles, and no matter how far they had just traveled, everyone had to tie up their horses and sit in a circle on the bare tree to rest and sleep for a while.

After walking all the way, you can already see the hillsides in the distance, which means that their map is not wrong.

According to the terrain that Jiang Ming and Lin Ying remembered in their minds, on the evening of the tenth day, they finally found a cave, although there was no food supplement, but at least there was a place to sleep well.

But this cave was very wrong, Yang Hejiu frowned, immediately took out the star shatter and stood in front of everyone, and then handed the black long box to Xu Changan.

Lin Ying was also extremely vigilant when he saw Yang Hejiu's movements, the tip of his nose suddenly twitched, he looked down at the ground, and hurriedly clenched the spear in his hand.

It was still too late to retreat, and a rain of arrows flew out of the cave.

Lin Ying and Xu Chang'an's doubts in the battle with the border army of Qi finally came, the density of the arrow rain was more dense than the finest fishing net Xu Changan had ever seen, and a complete snowflake could not be found in the air in the trajectory of this arrow rain.

The cold wind began to howl, and the sound of feathered arrows breaking through the wind was clearly audible.

Seeing this, everyone was very distressed, and hurriedly took out their weapons and showed them in a fighting state, while the monk hurriedly hid behind Yang Hejiu.

Xu Changan instantly opened the long black box, and the gold cakes attached to it also appeared, even after two months of spending, there was still a full layer inside.

Xu Changan hurriedly raised his hands to form a small shield, and instead of retreating, he took a step forward, wanting to stop the rain of arrows for everyone.

However, the shield is too small, but it may be possible to protect Xu Changan himself, but it is naturally impossible to stop them all.

Yang He Jiuxing shattered his sheath and wanted to take out the sword again, but he didn't have time to take out this sword.

There was a person who was actually faster than Yang Hejiu's sword, so fast that Yang Hejiu had just pulled out the sword of the person who had broken the star.