In the rolling wind and sand, a cloaked figure walked alone in the vast Gobi, which seemed a little strange, because this kind of place is not only inaccessible, even animal creatures are not many, there are only two kinds of people who will come to this place, one is the caravan that has to pass through here, and the other is the horse thief who sharpens his knife to the caravan.

As for the lone traveler, not to mention the threat of horse thieves, it is just that it is hundreds of miles long and uninhabited, and if you are unlucky, you will not see a single person for ten days and a half months, which is enough to kill ordinary people on the way. However, this lone traveler is obviously an exception, you can go a few feet away in one step, the whole person seems to be constantly "flickering" on the wasteland Gobi, if there is a monk from the realm of earth immortals here, you will find that this person is not just an ordinary monk, although ordinary earth immortal monks can also use the means of shrinking the ground into inches, but it is unlikely to be used to hurry, because this move consumes too much qi, unless it is a great monk above the realm of the twelfth floor of the earth immortal, he resonates with heaven and earth, and the qi is almost endless, so he can have such confidence.

If it is really a great monk above the realm of the twelfth floor, whether it is a desperate situation in the eyes of ordinary people, or a horse thief who comes and goes like the wind, it has become a child's joke.

Xu Beiyou traveled all the way, saw a lot of grassland scenery, but did not see caravans and horse thieves, because of the grassland and the Central Plains war, the northwest has been completely blocked, there will be no caravans passing by this side, there will be no caravans naturally there will be no horse thieves, they have chased the breath of the caravan to the direction of Houjian, there are also caravans that come to Houjian by sea, and then turn to Houjian to enter the grassland, now in this wasteland, except for a few remote tribes that wander under the orders of the royal court, and then there are pilgrims who go to the snowy mountain, although most of these pilgrims are beyond ordinary people, and their will is as firm as ironAlong the way, dead corpses can be seen everywhere, some of them are old, they have turned into dry bones, and some of them have just died, because of the cold weather, they still maintain their appearance before their deaths, lifelike, as if they just fell into a deep sleep.

Xu Beiyou was indifferent to all this, and went straight to the big snow mountain at the end of this wasteland.

Xu Beiyou went around the clock, from sunrise to sunset, from sunset to sunrise, and finally at the third sunrise, he suddenly stopped.

Because at this time, at the end of his line of sight, an extremely magnificent picture appeared.

At the end of the wasteland, which was originally a smooth road, a series of undulating curves suddenly appeared, and as Xu Beiyou continued to move forward, these curves became clearer and clearer, and they became more and more tall, and the blue and white colors on the curves seemed to be connected with the blue sky overhead.

It was a snow-capped mountain, a snowy mountain.

The distance is getting closer and closer, more things appear in Xu Beiyou's sight, just at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, there is a huge lake like the sea, this lake is green all over, the lake water is clear, as if you can see the bottom of the lake at a glance, looking at it from afar, like a piece of green amber, inlaid on the grassland land.

This is Biluo Lake.

The Biluo Lake Dialectics Conference, which once made countless young talents yearn for, is located on the shore of Biluo Lake.

When Xu Beiyou finally came to the front of this big lake, he was once again shocked by the close-up beauty in front of him.

Although it was already the end of spring at this time, the spring mood had not yet blown through the grassland, but the spring breeze had already favored the Biluo Lake hidden in the depths of the grassland.

The blue waves ripple slightly with the breeze, and the lake water sways in circles of subtle ripples, like a large bowl full of water, and the slightest shake will make the water overflow.

The shore of the lake is dyed with a layer of pale green, the delicate grass buds exude the endless breath of life, occasionally flocks of yellow sheep come here to drink, no matter how cold the wind, when you come here, it will become the warmest breeze, in a vast monotonous white, this green is like a paradise.

In the far reaches of the lake is a snow-capped mountain with no end in sight. On the side of the highest snow-capped mountain, a magnificent temple can be seen that occupies half of the mountainside.

The whole temple is built according to the mountain, the group of buildings overlaps, the palace is saggy, the momentum is majestic, there is the tendency of being born out of nowhere, the air runs through the sky, the solid granite wall body of the thick pier, the white horse grass wall collar of the matsutake mushroom flattening, the golden dome of resplendence, the huge gilded vase, the building and the prayer flag, reflect each other, and there is a touch of bright color on the white snow-capped mountain.

At this time, there is a faint morning mist on the snow-capped mountain, coupled with the snow-white snow-capped mountain, the blue sky in the sky and the swirling clouds, which makes the gold-red temple on the mountainside disappear from time to time, which is not only like a mirage that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, but also like a fairyland Buddha country living in the sky.

Molun Temple.

This is the Molun Temple, which is known as one of the three ancestral gardens of Buddhism.

Xu Beiyou, who hid his entire face in the shadow of his cloak and hood, stood on the shore of Biluo Lake, raised his head slightly, looked at the Molun Temple across the lake with all his might, and muttered with emotion: "This is the Molun Temple? ”

He had been to the Tianji Pavilion, whether it was the Tianji Pavilion in the Imperial City of the Imperial Capital, or the branch pavilion where the Northwest master made Wang Sheng, it could be called the ultimate manpower of the big man, but if compared with the majestic temple in front of him, those big strokes seemed to have become insignificant.

As for the other sects, when Xu Beiyou boarded the Sword Sect's Biyou Island, it was already a ruined wall, and he couldn't see how prosperous it was back then, and as for how magnificent the Daomen Xuandu and the other eight peaks were, I am afraid it would be difficult for him to see it in a short period of time.

Of course, Xu Beiyou was slightly shocked by the scene in front of him, but he didn't have any awe, and when he reached the realm of the eighteenth floor of the Earth Immortal, what could make them awe was probably only the towering Heavenly Dao above his head.

Xu Beiyou subconsciously pressed the sword Tianlan on his waist, and then looked away from the Molun Temple and looked in another direction.

There is a wooden pavilion built on the lake, several of which are supported by wooden piles, and the whole is suspended from the lake, and its style is very different from the temple on the mountain, but it looks like a building on the Central Plains.

If he guessed correctly, this should be the former site of the Biluo Lake Dialectical Conference.

Xu Beiyou's eyes suddenly softened a lot.

Before Jiazi, there was a young man and woman who came here together, and at that time they were not husband and wife, but just brother and sister.

But it was a memorable year.

That year, Akiba, the first disciple of the Taoist sect, was hailed as the first person of the younger generation.

That year, Murong Xuan was the first beauty in the world.

That year, Qin Mumian was an amazingly talented Xuanjiao saintess.

That year, Xiao Yu, who was not well-known, was kicked out of the house and followed the grassland princess Lin Yinping to the grassland.

That year, Wanyan Beiyue and Xiao Jin, the two future immortals of the north and south, each hid under their father's wings.

That year, Han Xuan was a disciple of the great Confucian Gu Kai, Lan Yu was the young pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion, and Wei Ban was a small lieutenant in the Northwest Frontier Army.

That year, Gongsun Zhongmou, known as the double wall of the Sword Sect, and Zhang Xueyao came to the shore of Biluo Lake together, and the two swords came out together, making Qiu Ye and Xiao Yu, who were respected as the two saints of the world in the future, embarrassed.