In today's world, there are more than a dozen countries of all sizes, the largest of which is the Tang Xuanguo, which has gone through thousands of years of rise and fall, and is still standing, and even still prosperous, and is the longest country in the world.

The Northern Regions is located in the north of the Tang Xuanguo, which is not a country, because of the harsh conditions and the rampant beasts, it is called the land of the Northern Barbarians by the past dynasties, and the Tang Xuanguo exiles prisoners, which is often the best choice.

Acheng is the northernmost border city of Xuanguo, and the country has spent decades of manpower to build a city wall that stretches for thousands of miles, making this small northland city that was often attacked by wild beasts become impregnable, coupled with a steady stream of immigrants who have repaired the city wall for decades, Acheng has become a border city in the north of Xuanguo.

Because of the city wall, which stretches for thousands of miles, the people in the city can live in peace, but outside the city wall, it is still not peaceful.

Not far outside the city is a jungle, not a large forest, about a radius of hundreds of miles, but inside is rampant with fierce beasts.

In the past, there were many hunters in the city who went out of the city to hunt and harvested a lot, but in recent years, because of the migration of a group of big wolves from nowhere, countless superb hunters were buried in it, since then, the people who went out of the city to hunt gradually became less and less, and now, even the city gate can not be opened for a few days a month.

Further north of the jungle is a wasteland, an endless wasteland.

In late autumn, it turns into a sea of snow.

Today, the frost-battered wasteland has turned white, covering the ashes of the plants and trees that had been burned by the wildfires some time ago.

In the vast white wasteland, the wind blew, and the whimpering wind rushed from the far north.

There was also a cyan figure in the wind.

It was a man in green clothes, the beast hair on the collar of the blue robe had become rough, and the eagle feathers on his hat had been blown by the wind, but his face was unusually clean.

His white face was bright but his eyes were angular, and the north wind was howling behind him, but his steps were vigorous.

With every step, he could step into the thick grass ash, stirring up a black ash wrapped in cold frost, and his steps were steady and steady.

A wooden staff was stuck diagonally behind him.

It should be a wooden stick to be exact.

The stick is not a straight trunk, but a slightly curved root, and the vigorous veins crawl all over the stick, like a snake circling upward.

His steps seemed steady, but they were extremely fast, and in an instant, he approached the jungle from the depths of the wasteland.

At the edge of the jungle, a huge gray wave stared intently at the rapidly approaching cyan figure with green eyes, and its neck hair exploded vigilantly, and suddenly it raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar.

A terrible wolf howl streaked across the sky, only to be drowned out by the howling north wind.

After a few breaths, there was one wolf howl after another from the jungle.

The man in green clothes finally reached the edge of the jungle, he stood in the howling north wind, his face was quiet, and he was not alarmed, and he looked at the giant wolf standing in the wind, he had seen it a long time ago, even before it had spotted him.

The wolf was waiting for its companion.

He was also waiting.

It's waiting for support.

He was waiting for their king.

Finally, a wolf howl pierced through the wind and got closer and closer.

The harsh north wind did not blow away the smell of the wolves, and as the wolves approached, the smell of the smell became heavier and heavier.

The man in Tsing Yi touched his nose with his hand, frowned, and said softly: "I don't like this smell." ”

But his voice was not drowned out by the howling north wind, but by the wind it drifted into the ears of the wolves, the ears of the wolves.

The wolves came in an instant, and more than a dozen giant wolves stood together, with the demeanor of some jungle kings.

He took a step forward.

One step of tens of meters.

Sensing the threat, the wolves bent down and roared in low voices.

He saw the wolf king at a glance.

The king, who stood on the highest part of the terrain and was the largest, was overlooking the wolves.

The wolf king also kept watching him.

It's estimating his strength.

He's estimating its IQ.

He smiled, held out a finger, and pointed to the sky.

In an instant, within a radius of 100 meters, there were no more frost flowers blown by the north wind, the animal hair on his neck no longer flying, and even the sunlight covered by clouds above his head was sprinkled.

The frost covered with ashes gradually melted, and the young shoots suddenly crawled out of the ground, but in the middle of the day, the green grass was covered with a dense layer.

The wolf king looked at the visions around him, his eyes shining with an unknown light.

It howled suddenly, and the roar of the wolves stopped.

All the giant wolves turned their heads to look at the wolf king.

The wolf king glanced deeply at the man in green clothes, screamed again, turned around and left step by step.

The wolves also looked back at the man in green clothes, and disappeared into the dense jungle with the wolf king.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled and continued to walk forward.

The gates were closed, and he raised his hand and knocked lightly.

The guards guarding the city had already taken refuge in the house because they couldn't stand the sudden cold weather, and they couldn't help frowning when they heard the knock on the door.

The city gate had not been opened for half a month, because no one went out, let alone anyone would come in, but someone was knocking on the door, and he rubbed his ears in disbelief.

He raised his hand again and knocked lightly on the door.

The guard, convinced that he had heard correctly, did not dare to open the door, but quickly climbed up the wall and looked down.

He saw the man in green clothes.

The man in Tsing Yi looked up at him.

He was even more surprised.

The north wind was cold, and his face was not frozen red, his white face and bright eyes were bright, and he was not contaminated with any wind and frost.

He knew that this man in green clothes was definitely not ordinary, so he hurriedly went down the city wall to open the door.

The gate slowly opened, and the north wind did not penetrate the city gate.

The man in Tsing Yi walked into the city step by step, took off the hat on his head, carefully examined the eagle feathers on the hat, and put them back on. Looking back at the giant wolf standing in the north wind not far from the city gate, he raised his hand.

The giant wolf raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, turning and burrowing into the depths of the jungle.

Hearing the howl of the wolf, the guards guarding the gate shivered and screamed and hurried to close the city gate.

But when he turned around, the man in Tsing Yi was no longer visible.

There were a few more birdsong in the far south, and the guards had long been accustomed to it, and the birdsong had been going on for many days, and it did not stop.

A gust of north wind blew, and the guards trembled for a while, hurriedly put their hands in their sleeves, craned their necks, and ran towards the room on the side of the tower.

To the east of the Tang Dynasty is the East China Sea, and there are several islands in the East China Sea, all of which are rumored to be the places where the immortals are.

How many monks who came to the city set foot on the boat, just to explore the place of the immortals, but they were always disturbed by the fairy mist on the sea, and ended up in vain.

On that day, the sky was clear, and a flat boat rowed through thousands of miles of clear waves, through the mist that swirled around the sea, and sailed into the coast.

On the flat boat, a person in a blood-red Taoist coat, standing on the bow of the boat, his thin face and green beard moved with the wind, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his eyes were like water.

He raised his hand, and the wind surged.

The wind blew away the fog ahead, and the swell propelled the boat forward.

Before the boat landed, he stepped on the water, a hundred meters in a step, onto the soft sand of the south coast, like a swift red cloud.

The fishermen who were fishing with nets on the shore raised their faces that were red by the sea breeze, covered the still dazzling sunlight with their hands, and looked at the blood-red figure coming from the sea, and their hearts were faintly surprised.

I don't know whose childish doll is, pointing to the floating red cloud, and said in a still vague tone: "Look, fairy." ”

Suddenly, countless people exclaimed, hurriedly threw away the guy in their hands, and knelt on the beach and kowtowed.

The fishermen who eat by the sea are simple, and they believe in the legend of the sea immortals, and every family has a portrait of the sea fairy, just asking for a good harvest every year and the safety of the whole family. They had seen the disappointed return of countless people who had gone into the sea to seek immortals, so they believed that the immortal could not be visible to ordinary people, and felt that the portrait of the immortal on the offering table was even more mysterious.

Today, when I really saw the legendary immortals, they didn't dare to raise their heads, dare not speak, or even breathe.

The man in the blood-red robe shook his head and didn't speak, just took a step forward.

One step is gone.

The childish doll, as if frightened, suddenly cried out loudly, crying and shouting: "It's gone, it's gone." ”

A fisherwoman covered the doll's mouth in horror, took him into her arms, and knelt on the ground.

It took a long time for everyone to come back from their surprise and look up cautiously.

At this time, there was still the red cloud just now, and only a flat boat was still swaying on the sea in the distance.

At this moment, a few birdsongs pierced through the clouds from the far southwest, and the fishermen got up and patted the sand stuck to their knees, and ran to tell each other.