Starting from Panlong Town and walking north for eighty miles of Xifeng Mountain, this is the northernmost place of the Great Zhou Kingdom, across the Xifeng Mountain along the Tarsai River to the north, all the way through the thousands of miles of Wulahan grassland, you can reach the holy land in the hearts of all the grassland people---- Obiland Holy Lake, translated into the Great Zhou language means: pure white mountain sleeping sea, referred to as the white sea, but the Great Zhou people usually only disdainfully call it the white lake.

The White Sea is a lake, but this lake is as big as the sea.

At this time, the spring cold of the Ula Khan grassland has just passed, everything is recovering, the grass grows and the warbler flies, it is the best time of the year, two figures of one big and one small walk on the side of the Thalsai River, the sky is full of clouds, and the cattle and sheep are flocks in the distance.

Looking at the two of them carefully, the tall one was a tower-like man, nine feet tall, with a slight wind and frost on his face, his whole body was like red earth, he wore a sheepskin horse coat, and his arms were bare, he was a typical grassland man.

The little one was a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in white and white boots, tall and tall, with two blush on her face that had been left by years of life outside the Cypriots, but she did not lose her beauty, and was following the man in a hurry, with a lively and agile expression, and a face full of innocence.

The two of them walked all the way from the grasslands in the south of Ulakhan, and now they were only more than two hundred miles away from the White Sea, and neither the wolves and beasts on the grassland nor the sandstorms prevailing in the spring could slow down their pace in the slightest.

This man is one of the former Baihai Four Kui who took away Zhao Yuzhen's widow outside Panlong Town for more than ten years---- Thunder Wolf answered the tooth Turi.

Since that day, this heroic figure who was originally famous on the grassland has completely disappeared from the world, and at the same time disappeared as the Lord Hundred Ghosts, who was also one of the Four Leaders of the White Sea, and the noble widow who no one had ever seen.

"Uncle Turi, how far are we from Bai Hai?" The girl in white took three steps and two steps to catch up with Tu Ri, grabbing her trouser leg and shaking, Shui Shui's big eyes looked extremely cute, "Can you see the little master sister when you get to Bai Hai?" I haven't seen her for three years, and I really miss her. ”

Thunder Wolf was unmoved, shook off the girl's hand and said calmly: "Ghosts, you and I both know that although your memories of your previous life have been lost, important things such as exercises, people, and places, you have all engraved them in your soul with the art of inscription, where is the white sea, and how far is it, you don't need to ask me about this kind of thing, and I know that you are no longer a girl's mind, and you will not be more than a little more cozy in the future, more than ten years ago, I was most annoyed by your appearance!"

It turned out that this girl was the hundred ghosts who were killed by Zhao Yuzhen in the form of a baby in Xingchao Town.

The hundred ghosts put away their little daughter's attitude, and after hearing the words of the Inscription Technique, his expression twitched a few times, and said with a wry smile: "The Inscription Technique, the pain of the bones, how can you know about the inhuman torture in it, every time you record something, it is equivalent to writing on the bones with a blade, where can I use this means to record the location of the White Sea, such a casual thing?"

Answering Yatu Ri ignored the hundred ghosts, and just read in his mouth: "It's been three years unconsciously, and I don't know how the little master is doing at Zuo Sacrifice, and the practice has reached that realm." ”

"The little lord and the other seedlings on the left sacrifice are placed on the island in the heart of the White Sea Lake to retreat, I heard that my sister has recently broken the mirror, three years of practice, only twelve years old in the desired period, the blood of the Khan plus the talent of the old Zhao family, but also in the baptism of the star tide, what a monster, more like a monster than me. Thinking that he had practiced for the seventh life, he had worked hard almost since birth in this life, and he was barely able to keep up with the progress of the hostess's cultivation, and he was inevitably a little stupid in his heart, and pouted.

"It's not a monster, it's a genius in the sky! I heard that there is a daughter of the head of the sect in the capital over there of the Zhou people, what is the name of Zhongli, and she is also a talented girl, not only better than the little master. Aya Turi turned his head and said seriously, with a faint smile on his face, as if he heard that the little master was more happy than hearing others praise his daughter, "When I came, I had an agreement with Zuo Priest, when the little master is fifteen years old, I can take her together and cross Xifeng Mountain, and let her worship the master mother." ”

Hearing this, the hundred ghosts hurriedly said: "You must take me with you then! On this broken grassland, there is nothing but horse manure, and you can only sit in the yurt all day and watch the clouds, where can it compare to the flower world on the side of the Zhou people!"

Answer: Tu Ri didn't answer, just rushed by himself, and the hundred ghosts were bored, and they didn't say anything anymore.

Half a day later, the two of them stood on the top of a hill, looking at the great lake that occupied the entire horizon in the distance, and the dense tents and yurts by the lake, and sighed at the same time: "It's here." ”

However, just when the two of them were not able to gain a firm foothold and did not have time to feel the magnificence of the scenery in front of them, a middle-aged man riding a white horse under the hill galloped by, and dozens of grassland cavalry behind him shouted: "Zhou Dog don't run!"

The man in white turned around and laughed: "I am General Beichen and sit down in the hussar camp Zhang Heran! I have been committed to your indigenous barbarian den for more than fifteen years, and today I will see which one can take my head!"

Answer: Turi looked at the white horse knight below and frowned and said: "I know this person, he is a good man under the Six Princes, he fought with me more than ten years ago to conquer the rebel clan, he drinks refreshingly, and he is even more refreshing with a knife, at that time he was already a master of the middle stage of the agreement, how could he be a Zhou person." ”

The hundred ghosts licked their lips excitedly and looked down and said, "Hey, hey, do you want us to make a move?"

Thunderwolf shook his head and said: "What kind of place is this, since he is exposed, he will definitely die, there is no need for us to compete with these warriors below." ”

Sure enough, behind the hill, another team of cavalry stabbed out obliquely, completely blocking Zhang Heran's escape route, Zhang Heran was not afraid, pulled out a scimitar from his waist, looked around and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, don't be afraid of death first." ”

The steppe warrior who took the lead was about to speak, and suddenly, in the center of the white sea in the distance, a crimson pillar of light rose to the sky, lying between heaven and earth! Then everyone smelled a faint fragrance, many grassland people had never smelled this smell, but the thunder wolf and the hundred ghosts standing on the top of the hill knew that it was the fragrance of peach blossoms!

The two looked at each other in horror and vaguely guessed a possibility.

Just as everyone was immersed in this vision of heaven and earth, a small wisp of crimson light separated from the pillar of light and came in the direction of the hills, and the speed was so fast that it was impossible to avoid.

Bai Ma Zhang sneered, drew his knife and slashed at the beam of scarlet light that was obviously aimed at himself, and the blade brought up the grass and soil within a radius of ten zhang, and the cultivation at the peak of the desired period was undoubtedly revealed!

However, the scarlet light seemed to be slender but extremely sharp, ignoring the Lingyuan shield and layers of sword light, and directly hit the scimitar body!

With a "ding" sound, the knife broke, the horse knelt, and the person died!

The crimson light dissipated, and a peach petal fell in the air.

"Good girl," the hundred ghosts muttered in distraction, "Twelve-year-old Zhiwei!"