Chapter 509: Penance in the Snow Field

He had known that Xuezhou was chaotic and evil cultivators were infested, but Fang Yuan never thought that Xuezhou would be in such a chaotic state. If these people just robbed Taoism and snatched some things, they would be fine with a little punishment, but he never thought that these people would be so ferocious. He wanted to plunder the golden elixir spirit and sell it, which was not something he could tolerate.

As a result, a faint sword light flashed across the ruins of Yujianzong, and there were snow marks, and after a few noises, it gradually subsided.

Fang Yuan came out of the ruins, stepping on the snow without a trace, thinking secretly in his heart.

"The Yujianzong was destroyed because of the news of Wusheng Sword Tomb, so is the existence of this sword tomb real?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help a ripple in his heart again. Could it be that in the Langya Pavilion, he saw the messy lines on the last page of the Sword Sutra, but it was not a ghost drawing symbol, but a map leading to the land of the Inanimate Sword Tomb?

The traces on the map flashed slowly in his mind, Fang Yuan's heart sank slightly...

It would be fine if he didn’t think about it before, but now that he has this thought in his mind, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that there is something in those weird lines, because he has firmly remembered those lines in his mind, and when he thinks about it now, he feels that those lines faintly fit with some topographic maps of Selangor and even the snowfield that he has seen during this period...

This made him unable to remain calm...

Sword Demon III, what a character that is!

If this Wusheng Sword Tomb is really his burial place, how precious is it?

Who wouldn't covet the inheritance of this peerless powerhouse who existed before the Five Tribulations?

What made Fang Yuan think more profoundly was that if the sword master of Yujianzong really entered the Wusheng Sword Tomb, and after he came out, he made great progress in the way of swordsmanship, then the whimsy and wonderful ideas he left on the volume of the Unnamed Sword Sutra, and all kinds of inconceivable methods of performing skills, were not imagined out of thin air by himself, but left in the inheritance of the third generation of sword demons?

If this is the case, then maybe I really need to go deep into the snow field for a while...

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While thinking this way, Fang Yuan has slowly walked back to Fa Zhou.

At this time, on the Dharma boat, the guide monk hired by Fang Yuan was waiting eagerly, looking forward to it. According to the rules, he attracted such a golden core monk who seemed to have a lot of money, so he could get a lot of benefits, but the strange thing was that a long time had passed, and Boss Cao and his group hadn't sent a signal yet, but it made him wait anxiously.

Then, just as he was waiting impatiently, he saw a shadow walking over from the snow in the distance.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a green robe, he seemed to be in a hurry, and came back lightly.

"He didn't die?"

The monk who led the way was taken aback immediately, without even thinking about it, he sacrificed a magic weapon, turned around and fled.

But the green-robed cultivator frowned, thinking about certain issues, and gently raised his hand, a willow branch about a hundred feet long, with some lightning wrapped around it, rushed over quickly, bound his magic weapon, and pulled it back...

The leading monk felt cold in his heart, knelt on the ground, and dared not move.

Fang Yuan walked back to the Dharma boat, took a Dharma axis, and drew on it lightly, ignoring the guiding monk all the time.

After a long while, he raised his head and said, "What are you waiting for, come up and drive the dharma boat!"

The leading cultivator was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Fang Yuan in disbelief.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses and said, "Master Immortal...where do you want to go?"

Fang Yuan raised his hand and pointed, "All the way to the north!"

The leading cultivator hurriedly jumped up, nodded and bowed his head and said: "Okay, okay, the villain knows it!"

Looking at his docile and honest appearance, but with a fierce look in his eyes, Fang Yuan couldn't help but think about another question.

Xuezhou is too chaotic, it is simply lawless, setting up an ambush, kidnapping people's souls, and then selling them to evil cultivators at a high price.

And in the face of this chaos, I have to think of some ways to deal with it...

After studying in Langya Pavilion for a few years, Fang Yuan's knowledge has greatly improved, and he is more considerate in his behavior and actions. At this time, he can see the whole leopard from a glimpse, and imagine the chaos in Xuezhou and even Xueyuan, so he quickly came up with a countermeasure...

Although I am a reasonable scholar, but in such a chaotic place, is reasoning useful?

If reasoning is useless, then you can only be an even more unreasonable person!

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The edge of Selangor is the snow line.

After crossing the snow line, we entered the vast snowfield.

If it is said that in the land of Xuezhou, because of the existence of the Sword Cleansing Pond, there are some rules, then after crossing the snow line, it has really become a harsh and lawless place. Here, there are severe and severe ice and snow everywhere. Even rocks can be frozen into cracks, and even solid ice can be blown into scratches by the wind.

However, no matter how harsh the environment is, it cannot stop the pace of practitioners.

Even in the ice and snow that can freeze people to death, there are also traces of practitioners.

They are willing to fight snow beasts here and be baptized by the ice and snow.

Generally speaking, there are three types of people.

One kind of people are evil cultivators. They are not tolerated in Kyushu, and they can only seek living space here.

A kind of people are ascetics, what they pursue is such a harsh environment, sharpen their Taoism, and pursue advancement.

The last type of person is the treasure hunter.

Although it is difficult to survive on the snowfield, there are countless treasures of heaven and earth that can only grow in this environment. Every time you find one, you can sell it for a sky-high price. Moreover, those snow beasts that are dormant in the ice and snow, are extremely dangerous, and kill people at every turn. They are also a kind of treasure. They are full of treasures.

In addition, there are endless legends on the snowfield. It is said that there are many overhauls. Before sitting down, they would come to the snowfield, take advantage of the severe cold of the world, seal their bodies, and look forward to waking up one day, and their inheritance will also stay in the snowfield. If they find one, it will be a big luck.

It is precisely because of this that there are no traces of human existence on this vast snowfield.

From the frost line to the sky and across the snow line, all the way to the north, there is a relatively gentle road.

This road was walked out by countless practitioners, and it is a rare road on this snowfield. At the end of this road is Wuxue Mountain. Under this high mountain that soars into the clouds and is in line with the sky and the earth, there is an inn. This inn is not big, but it is the only inn within a radius of ten thousand miles. In the sea, looking for a ray of comfort.

At this time, the door of this inn was being pushed open by a thin and shriveled man. The raging wind and snow outside immediately poured in crazily.

"Damn it, the wind and snow are pouring in again, close the door!"

Inside the inn, on dozens of rough wooden tables, there were many people eating and drinking around, shouting and cursing immediately.

The thin figure lying on the ground gasped for a few breaths before getting up and closing the door, but at this moment, the waiter in the inn, a high-ranking monk who built a foundation, had already run over cursingly, shut Fengxue outside the door, then kicked the man lying on the ground, and angrily cursed: "A beggar is like a beggar, but he hasn't died on the Tianshan Mountain yet!"

The thin figure got up, only to find that although her face was dirty, she was actually a woman with beautiful features, but her face was dirty, her lips were chapped, and her face was frostbitten, which really concealed a lot of her charm.

After being kicked by the waiter, she also remained silent, just got up silently, and walked slowly towards an empty table.

Before she sat down, the waiter gave her a push and said, "Is this where you sit?"

The thin woman pursed her lips, as if she was used to it, she silently walked to a small mud table near the corner, pulled a small corner stool under her buttocks, and said hoarsely: "I want a pot of ice grass brew, and add three catties of snow mutton!"

The shop waiter looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Okay, one hundred taels of elves!"

The thin woman raised her head in confusion, and said, "Didn't you only need thirty taels of elves before?"

The waiter in the shop sneered: "This is the price now, don't get out!"

The skinny woman was silent for a while, touched her Qiankun bag, her face looked gloomy, after a while, she became ruthless, put a precious medicine with white body and red leaves on the clay case, and said: "I don't have enough money, but I snatched this snow ginseng from the mouth of a snow python, it should be worth three hundred taels of elves, you need to find it and give me back two hundred taels..."

"You still have such luck?"

The waiter in the shop looked at her in surprise, took the snow ginseng, and said with a sneer, "It's worth the price of your meal!"

The skinny woman said anxiously: "This is worth three hundred spirits..."

The waiter sneered, "If it's in Kyushu, it's worth three thousand taels of elves, but in the snowfield, it's worth three catties of snow mutton!"

The thin woman seemed to be faintly angry, looked up at the waiter, and remained silent.

The waiter was just condescending, looking at her triumphantly.

The diners around, in groups of three or five, also stopped at this time, and looked at her with a smile.

In the end, the thin woman nodded and compromised: "The wine should be mellower, and the snow mutton should be fatter!"

The waiter sneered, took the snow ginseng and left.

"Snapped"

After a while, a dirty iron plate and a deflated jug were thrown in front of the woman.

Half of the wine spilled out immediately, and the wine was only slightly blue, obviously it had been mixed with a lot of water.

And the meat on that plate was even more fragmented, clearly less than three catties, and there were a lot of bone scum mixed in it, it was sticky, not to mention not fat, it was not even fresh snow mutton, but mixed together after other diners ate leftovers.

The thin woman stared at the plate of pig-like meat and remained silent for a long time.

Then she began to forcefully stuff the meat into her mouth, chewing like a wolf.

The diners around laughed loudly when they saw it: "How can there be such pigs and dogs?"