High on a snow-capped mountain, there is a snowy lotus flower.

It was a strange red lotus, beautiful, pure and sacred, it was a jewel on the Great Snow Mountain.

In the ice and snow of the cliffs, the lonely and arrogant are beyond the reach of people.

That's the fairy plant, guarded by the divine snake.

Legend has it that if you eat its flowers, you can live forever. According to legend, if you eat its fruits, you can become a god and Buddha.

Unfortunately, there is only one.

The three of them prepared a cone rope and climbed the mountain to pick the red lotus.

Fang Yin Moro walked hand in hand, and Huba Cilen strode forward.

Moro said, the Living Buddha said, you are the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu, you can go and pick that red lotus.

Moro said, the living Buddha said, the red lotus is a thousand-year-old holy relic, and you are the one who picks the flowers.

From this point of view, Fang Dao Shifu has a great life, great creation, and super good luck, and he is about to ascend to the sky and become an immortal in one step. Of course, Daoist Fang didn't believe in this kind of Shinto Daoist thing, just like he didn't believe in the old immortals on the top of Shangqing Peak, the matter of the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum was a living lesson. Millennial Ganoderma lucidum, thousand-year-old snow lotus, Taoist priests will always encounter some strange things and some strange people, just like the mysterious and weird Tuojia Luo Living Buddha.

Anyway, take a look.

The snow-capped mountains are beautiful, as far as the eye can see, there are continuous snow white and mottled gray black, everywhere is simple and clean, without many variegations. The sky was blue, like a large piece of pure glass, adorned with white clouds. The earth is tranquil, tranquil and serene, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and the heart is pure and peaceful. There was an eagle in the sky, tall and small, that looked motionless, and let it whine in the cold wind—

The air is light, dry and cold, and the mood is pleasant.

The sky and the earth are big, poetic and picturesque, just looking at the boundless beauty, Fang Yin is already worth the trip.

Walk in the snow and enter a fairyland.

By the way, I forgot to mention that Daoist Fang was wearing a leather coat at this time, with yellow and white lines and black spots.

It was a leopard skin coat, which Moro had sewn with his own hands last night, making Daoist Fang look like a real, mountain hunter at this time.

It fits well, it's warm, Daoist Fang is very moved, and Moro is a good person.

And in the ice and snow, Huba Cileng is still bare, with bare upper body, bare thick thighs, only a leather skirt, and bare feet. This person is not afraid of the cold at all, and it seems that he has never known what cold is: "Ahururu-Ahuluru-" Ahurulu is Fang Daoshi, and Huba Cileng has completely recognized that Fang Daoshi is a good person, a trustworthy good friend, and a good brother: "Horn Mi Nuo!

Red Lotus!

Huba Cilen danced with his hands, excitedly jumped and pointed to a place above, as if offering a treasure.

The mountain is said to be high, but it is not high, and the red lotus is not difficult to find.

A red flower, blooming on the cliff of ice and snow, presents a brilliant and dazzling beauty.

It is a mountain wall, dozens of zhang high, covered with ice and snow, standing vertically.

Below it, people are like facing a huge ice wall.

Raising his eyes a little red, Gu Fang appreciates how cold he is, like a jade Qi Danzhu, half charming and half hazy.

Kiss!

Legend has it that everyone who sees this snow-capped mountain red lotus has a different perception, such as Daoist Fang.

At a glance, Daoist Fang thought of the cherry mouth of the beauty, which shows Daoist Fang's person, his heart, and his ambition to Lingyun.

The ice wall is like a mirror, and the shadows reflect each other.

Who is this, with a slightly dark face, clear eyes, a straight nose and a straight mouth, and a mantle that exudes like a wild man. This is Fang Daoist, Fang Yin Fang Daoist, is a savage and a beautiful man among the savages, the wind and frost increase its unique charm, is the beauty of the wild. Countless memories, a sigh, Fang Yin stood under the ice wall and looked at himself, stunned. I can't forget, how many things are in the red dust, I can't forget, the years in the mountains are long, I can't forget, the people by the Molian Pond are in pairs, I can't forget, three lives and three generations ask a stone.

Sanshengfeng, Sanshengshi, who do you remember? Who do you forget?

What you can't forget is love, and what you can't forget is you.

The throbbing of the heart, the slightest throbbing, the heavy feeling of powerlessness, the strong sense of loss, and the unwillingness to lie dormant for a long time-

Could it be that this is fate? Is it fate?

Why did they come and where are they going?

Where are you, mine you?

"Ahururu! Ahururu!" The shadows are in pairs, with an extra big head and a big mouth of blood: "Horn Mi Ng!"

Huba Cilen is very strange, just feel fresh and interesting, for this Ahururu.

Daoist Fang sighed, shook his head and walked away.

That's fate.

Moro is on top of the ice wall, cone ice hanging.

Huba Cileng is under the ice wall, guarding and responding.

to prevent Ahururu from falling and dying again.

Fang Daoshi, tied a hemp rope around his waist, held a long sword, went down the edge of the wall, and began to pick flowers.

In fact, it is not difficult, in fact, it is very simple, Daoist Fang is very flexible, and he will go down with a sigh.

It's like a monkey swinging.

The red lotus of the snow mountain is not difficult to pick, but it is difficult to protect it.

But where the immortal plant spirit grass grows, it must be guarded by poisonous insects and spirit beasts, which is a reasonable and reasonable thing, and it is not surprising.

Otherwise, there would be no one, only birds and birds would fly, and they would have eaten the thousand-year-old snow lotus.

It's like the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum between the cliffs of Shangqing Peak, even if it's a big mushroom, there is a strange snake guarding it. It was because he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, and Boss Fang had never been bitten by a snake before, so he was most afraid of this kind of insidious and vicious thing. Since he was extremely vigilant, he didn't dare to be careless at all, Fang Yin was holding his breath and staring wide-eyed, trembling as if he was facing a great enemy-

The red lotus of the snow-capped mountains is right in front of you.

It's a big one, as big as a hat, and it's huge and beautiful when you look at it closely, and it's fragrant and refreshing. The red flowers, such as brocade and glow, are white against the color of crimson and purple, like a cluster of flames vigorous and vigorous. Stop flowers, no leaves, compound petals, overlapping arches will produce a pale yellow and pale white stamen in the middle, where the legendary fairy fruit is bred. Sure enough, it is rare and exotic, or rare in the world, perhaps it is unique, it is-

It's also her, the thousand-year-old snow lotus.

She's beautiful, beautiful, so beautiful that you can't bear to do it.

She was right in front of her, she was within reach, but Fang Yin hesitated-

Yes, Serpent.

"Ka, Ka, Ka-" Fang Yin tapped the ice wall lightly with his sword, and Fang Yin didn't know where the snake was hiding.

"Shhh

A snake beside the flowers, in the cracks in the walls, poking its head out among the black stones, red letters, snow-white bodies—

A white snake, with thick fingers and a few feet.

Triangle head.

This is a poisonous snake, it looks extremely poisonous, it poked its head out of the crack in the wall, revealing its bright fangs, and its gray eyes stared at Fang Yin-

Fang Yin didn't move, and the white snake didn't move.

If you want to get the red lotus, you must first cut the double snakes, this is what Moro said.

Not one, but two, one white and one green, male and female snakes.

The snake has no wings and cannot reach far, so Fang Yin is safe, as long as he keeps a certain distance.

"Titicaca!

After a stalemate, the green snake appeared.

The green snake's wrist is thick, three feet, and its head is four corners, like a shovel.

——Two snakes protect the snow lotus, one green, one white and one red, which is clearly and beautifully separated between the ice and snow cliffs.

- A wild man on the other side, holding a sword and a rope, holding his feet on the ice wall.

Fang Yin didn't move, and the two snakes didn't move.

There is still a stalemate.

Moro stood on top of the ice wall, his expression calm, and his eyes were smiling.

Huba Cilen laughed and danced under the ice wall: "Horn Mi Bang!

Red Lotus, the jewel on the snow mountain, can Fang Yin be able to pick her?

Red Lotus, beautiful and pure Red Lotus, can Fang Yin pick you down?

Fang Yin was hesitating, just as he came.

In fact, it is not difficult, it is still not difficult, but it can be picked down by a sword, and the double snake is also difficult to protect here.

Yes, the divine snake has a spirit, and it devours it in anger, and under the volley of both of them, Fang Yin may not be able to retreat with his whole body.

It's not difficult, it's really not difficult, Fang Yin has a more secure way, that is, to laugh.

Probe for things, don't move, and laugh at everything.

Neither can the serpent.

Of course, Fang Yin was not hesitating, whether he could pick the red lotus.

Of course, Daoist Fang was not hesitating about what method to use to pick the red lotus.

Of course, Boss Fang had always been hesitant, because the wild monkey hadn't figured out one thing at all from beginning to end.

Why are you picking good flowers?