Chapter 507 The Snow in the North

The Extreme Northern Snowfield, located in the north of Kyushu, has a boundless area.

In Kyushu, there is also a domain called Xuezhou.

And this Xuezhou is actually the junction of the Eastern Earth Continent and the Extreme Northern Snowfield. This small confluence was included in the Eastern Earth Continent and became one of the Kyushu. However, the actual Extreme Northern Snowfield is not much smaller than the Kyushu.

According to legend, the extreme northern snowfield is even larger than Kyushu, but no one has ever really explored it. The reason is also very simple. The place is occupied by severe cold. The more you go inside, the colder it becomes. Even practitioners can't bear it...

Fang Yuan left Langya Pavilion and came all the way to Xuezhou.

What he is going to now is the sect where the swordsman named Ling Zhao belongs. This man left the sword scripture in Langya Pavilion, which is too simple and only has some very unexpected ideas and conjectures. Although that idea has made Fang Yuan understand some very important issues, Fang Yuan still wants to come and see if he has any specific cultivation methods left behind.

Because of this, Fang Yuan's first goal was to visit his fairy gate.

Along the way, it spanned more than half of Zhongzhou and the entire Leizhou region. After three months, it finally entered the boundary of Xuezhou.

When we got here, we could clearly feel that the people, scenes and objects were very different from those in Zhongzhou and Yunzhou.

The first feeling that people get here is that the climate is severe, the sky is often covered with goose feathers and heavy snow, covered with silver, the sky is vast, the wind and snow are blowing, and it is very cold. The mortals who have lived here for generations are all wrapped in heavy clothes. It is said that this is only on the edge of Selangor.

But further inwards, crossing the edge of Xuezhou, and entered the real extreme northern snowfield, where even ordinary practitioners are rare, it is said that there are only some powerful snowy monsters and evil sects forced into the depths of the snowfield by Xijianchi.

These monsters and heretics are not well-known in Zhongzhou, but they have considerable influence and strength in the Northland. However, the Sword Washing Pond, one of the seven holy places, is located here, but it firmly suppresses them, making them unable to act recklessly.

"I don't know why Gao Ming swordsmen are mostly in the north, maybe it has something to do with the fact that the coldness of the world can sharpen the sword's heart?"

Fang Yuan rode a Dharma boat and walked slowly all the way to Xueyan Ridge.

This is the information he inquired along the way. The sword cultivator Ling Zhao was born in a fairy sect called Yujianzong, which is only a second-rate fairy gate in Xuezhou.

While slowly flipping through some Wanliyun books about the geography of Selangor and the distribution of various forces, Fang Yuan thought of a question.

Thinking about it carefully, most of the masters of swordsmanship in this world are really distributed in the Northland.

The reason may be either because of the influence of Xijianchi as a holy land of swordsmanship, which has attracted many sword cultivators, or because of the severe cold, although it is bitter, it can temper people's will. After all, swordsmanship itself is incompatible with supernatural powers. Supernatural powers pursue subtle changes and consolidate the foundation, but the power of swordsmanship is often reflected in the artistic conception and mind...

And on this journey, Fang Yuan also studied the sword scriptures left by the sword repairman, and he had some doubts in his heart.

This sword cultivator could tell that when he wrote this book of swordsmanship, his cultivation was not too advanced, and there were many fantastic ideas in it, not only the theory of the sword heart transforming into a baby, but also many other conjectures about the theory of practice, but there was no specific method of practice.

And the three evil sword cultivators who sneaked into the Langya Pavilion at that time were clearly extremely powerful. Even in the snow field, they were probably big figures. The three of them risked their lives to enter the Langya Pavilion.

And what is the graffiti on the last page of the sword scripture?

After thinking hard for a long time, Fang Yuan sighed.

He knew that it was impossible to come up with the result by relying on ignorance alone, and hoped that there would be a result when he arrived at Xueyan Ridge.

"Guest officer, Xueyan Ridge is here..."

Outside the Fazhou, an honest and honest voice sounded.

When Fang Yuan stepped out of the cabin, he saw a man wearing a thick cotton fur standing on the strings of the boat. This man was a cultivation base in the middle stage of foundation building. He had a striking red face from the wind and cold in the snowy field. This was a guide who was hired by Fang Yuan after spending a hundred spirits in the vicinity.

Of course, there is another reason. I have been distracted driving the dharma boat all this way, and I am quite tired. I asked someone to help me steer the dharma boat, while I hid in the cabin of the boat and read a book honestly. Fang Yuan was very clear about this.

"Meow……"

Fang Yuan opened the boat cabin, the wind and snow outside poured in, the white cat stretched lazily and woke up.

Now that a few years have passed, the white cat has gained weight again, and its hair has grown longer.

Usually, it and Fang Yuan are in a state of non-interference, especially during the years in Langya Pavilion, Fang Yuan is obsessed with reading, and sometimes forgets its existence, so it doesn't pay much attention to Fang Yuan, and often runs out to play, disappearing for more than ten days and a month.

This time Fang Yuan rushed to Xuezhou, and it followed lazily, it was quite honest along the way.

Seeing that it was also running over, Fang Yuan picked it up, protected it from the wind and snow with his sleeve, and looked up.

Between the sky and the earth, there is a vast expanse, the snow is falling fast, and the mountains in the distance are surrounded by scattered lines, but they are all blurred by the wind and snow, and only some undulations can be vaguely distinguished. On the surrounding mountains, there is already a thick layer of snow, which may not be three feet deep. The vast world has added a little emerald color.

"Is this Yujianzong located in the depths of Xueyan Ridge?"

Fang Yuan frowned slightly and asked a question.

Na Sanxiu smiled and said: "I don't know. There are many immortal sects around here, and I'm not familiar with all of them. Guest officer, you'd better be careful. It is said that the sword masters in Xijianchi have killed fewer people in recent years, but those evil sects have become rampant again. There are often news of them appearing in the north of Xuezhou. These people are extremely fierce and do all kinds of evil..."

"Hehe, thanks for the reminder..."

Fang Yuan nodded, and let the loose cultivator wait here, while he hugged the white cat and flew up.

Looking at Fang Yuan's leaving back, the casual cultivator sighed, and suddenly showed some mysterious smiles on his face.

But at this moment, the white cat in Fang Yuan's arms suddenly poked its head out from his shoulder, and glanced at the loose cultivator.

...There seemed to be a little smile on that face!

...

...

Fang Yuan was dressed in a green robe, flashed in the void, and disappeared in the depths of Xueyan Ridge.

People are darting in the air, and their spiritual consciousness has also unfolded, and they are pacing around.

Soon, he had gone hundreds of miles deep into Xueyan Ridge, but he saw some pavilions in a valley to the northwest, so he folded in the air, stepped on the flying snow, came to the sky above the valley, looked down, his face sank slightly.

I saw that there really seemed to be a mountain gate here, but it had been destroyed at this time. Those pavilions and buildings had been knocked down, and some scorched earth ruins, scattered wreckage, and traces of the mountain guard formation being torn down could be vaguely seen around...

After a few glances, Fang Yuan landed on the mountain gate, only to see that there used to be a stone tablet here, but now it has been scattered in all directions, covered by the wind and snow, Fang Yuan shook his sleeves, the strong wind swept past, and the wind and snow were blown away, and the stone tablet was put together, and the words "Yujian Mountain Gate, those who come to hide the sword" can be seen on it, which shows that this is indeed Yujianzong, but it looks like it has been destroyed.

And looking at the remnants, I'm afraid it has been destroyed for a year or two.

"This person's sect was actually destroyed?"

Fang Yuan also felt a little helpless, and walked towards the gate of Yujianzong. As far as he could see, there was only a ruin, and the Jing Pavilion was also destroyed. There was not a single word left inside, as if it had been washed by water, it was empty and clean.

After confirming that there were no clues to be found, Fang Yuan sighed in a low voice, and reached out to catch a snowflake in the air.

After pondering for a moment, he turned around and walked towards the dilapidated hall in front left.

In this hall, there is a man in white clothes lurking quietly, his eyes are only looking at Fang Yuan outside, in his hand, he is holding a piece of jade slip, which is used to control some invisible restrictions outside, seeing that Fang Yuan is getting closer and closer, approaching his hidden restriction and ambush, the man's mind is raised, and he secretly signals with his companions, ready to attack.

"Do it..."

Just when Fang Yuan walked thirty feet away from the main hall and entered a restricted encirclement, the man finally couldn't hold back, and hurriedly broke the outer restriction, and then jumped out of the main hall with a loud roar.

But before he could jump very high, a hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder, pushing him back.

The white-robed man didn't react for a while, he raised his head blankly, and saw the man who should have been trapped in the restraint, standing in front of him with a calm expression, holding the fat-looking white cat with one hand, while pressing his other hand on his shoulder, as if someone he knew very well had met and came over to say hello to him.

"What's the situation?"

The white-robed man was stunned, thinking that he must be dreaming.

"This fellow Taoist is being polite..."

Fang Yuan smiled and said: "I want to ask you something, what happened to Yu Jianzong, why was the Xianmen destroyed?"

Seeing that the white-robed man was still in a daze, he frowned slightly, and then politely reminded: "If you can't answer, I will kill you and the seven companions who are lurking in the ruins..."

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