Chapter 139: Cold and Snow Do Not Mess Up

The wind and snow sent spring back, the spring on this continent was still building up strength in the south, but the wind and snow in the north had already killed all the spring in the cradle. The northern end of the continent, 360 days a year, the wind sword and frost sword strict phase forced, just afraid that there is no spring to speak of. The wind and snow in the sky turned into a deep and bone-deep sword, left a sword, right a sword to chop.

In three days, it was rare to see the snowy surface of the dark mountains and rocks, because of these cold and merciless carving of heaven and earth, and showed a dead posture. Here is a land of ice and snow, but also a dead land, but now there is a column of small black dots, walking in a hundred years of loneliness on the snowy plains, silent and determined to move forward.

Occasionally, a few barks pierced through the whistling sound of the wind and snow and traveled into the distance, bringing a few moments of vividness. There are only three people in this team, but there are more than sixty snow dogs, pulling the long sled carrying food and equipment, constantly heading north.

It was heard that these snow dogs that traveled in the far north were the descendants of snow wolves, and only those northern barbarians who could endure the cold were able to domesticate them and become good helpers to humans. However, over the years the continent has become more and more cold, once out of the northern gate of heaven, the temperature plummeted, in the past in the snow in the bare shoulders of the northern barbarians hu, has long been at all costs to move south to the western prairie, the snowy plains returned to the calm, these snow dogs and who is it?

Wrapped in thick fur, even the head with the face are covered with warm fox fur, feet wearing leather boots, hands wearing thick gloves, the whole person was wrapped into dumplings, Fan Xian呵了一口气, found that the hot air out of the lips soon, it seems to be the cold of this world frozen into snow ballast. His face is a little white, although since the Qingli five years know the temple’s destination, he secretly has been doing several years of preparation, but really set foot on this snowy plain, he only felt, the original heaven and earth’s might, is not good psychological preparation can really bear.

Leaving Beiqi Shangjing City has been some days, through the north gate of the heavenly pass which has not been stationed by too many soldiers has also been seven or eight days, as soon as he thought of the soldiers on that snowy city, like looking at a dead person, watching himself, these people and dogs walking into the snowy plain, Fan Xian’s lips could not help but spread a bitter smile, it seems that there is still no one who looks favorably on this pedestrian of his.

He put his finger between his lips and whistled, and on Saturday, more than ten snow dogs’ ears perked up, shook their heads in high spirits, shook off the ice and snow on their bodies, and stood on their paws and four feet in the cold snow, seemingly undaunted by the cold, spitting out their long red tongues and waiting for their master’s next command.

At this time, the wind and snow seemed to be a little smaller, Fan Xian in front of and behind the two simple snowmobile line out two people. Haitang and Wang XIII Lang were also wrapped into dumplings at this time, and they approached Fan Xian’s side with puzzled faces.

“While the snow is light, we have to hurry.”

Wang Thirteen Lang’s voice seemed to buzz a bit as it traveled outside through the layer of fur. Fan Xian panted heavily twice and coughed in response, “Are those people behind us still following?”

Haitang took off the earcups on the side of her leather cap, revealing two clean and lovely ears, and listened quietly for a long time in the wind and snow, then shook her head and said, “It looks like they’ve lost them.”

Although the wind and snow had gotten a bit smaller, it was still extremely difficult to hear the three of them clearly when they were talking together in one place. Fan Xian curled his lips into a smile and said, “It’s good that he lost them, I don’t want the people sent by your little emperor to freeze to death on this snowy plain.”

Haitang didn’t say anything, but only squinted her eyes slightly and looked towards the depths of the snowy plains in the north. Only to see that there was also a snowy white over there, and there actually seemed to be nothing in this heaven and earth except for snow. Such a boring and uninteresting journey, but because of the severe cold, it seemed particularly dangerous. Her eyes were filled with a complex look, already seven or eight days out of the Heavenly Pass, but Fan Xian didn’t need to explore the road at all, but directly issued orders, all the way around the snowy mountains and icy hills, walking in silence, as if he knew very well how to get to the temple.

Fan Xian’s body injury was too heavy, it was impossible to explore the road, Wang Thirteen Lang’s right arm was not fully healed, among the three, although Haitang’s body was also a bit weak, but if she had to explore the road it was definitely her to do it, she was a bit puzzled, where did Fan Xian get the confidence from that he wouldn’t get lost in this barren wasteland where he couldn’t see the sun, couldn’t see the mountains going by, and there was nothing but ice and snow.

Fan Xian took out a bamboo knife from the sled behind him, and carefully scraped the icy seeds on his leather boots. Everything cares about the details, only with adequate preparation and thorough consideration of the details is it possible to arrive at that ethereal temple. In the past few days after leaving the Northern Gate Tian Guan, he took the team of sleds around the snowy plains just to get rid of the team that was vaguely following behind him.

Whether the Emperor of Beiqi wanted to ensure the safety of this pedestrian group or wanted to follow Fan Xian’s lead and find the temple that was hidden beyond the heavens and unknown to the public, Fan Xian would not allow it. For one thing, he didn’t want too many people to die in this cold, and for another, Fan Xian himself wasn’t sure what kind of things existed in the temple, and Bitter Lotus had been so careful to hide the temple’s location back then because he was worried that the things in the temple would be passed down to the earth and bring unknowable hazards to the world, and since that was the case, of course, Fan Xian would have to be more careful.

“Although it is a bit cold, is it necessary for us …… to wear so much?” Wang Xulang stood in front of Fan Xian’s body and gasped twice, feeling that those thick leather jackets and boots on his body were really a bit of a hindrance. Fan Xian was severely injured and was unable to mobilize his true qi to protect himself from the cold, while Thirteen Lang and Haitang were still full of true qi, and a strong person on the Ninth Grade could truly be described as invulnerable to cold and heat in their general state.

Fan Xian smiled, looked at him and said, “If you can conserve some more heat and true qi, conserve some, don’t look at this cold at the moment you can still withstand it, but we still still have to go north, who knows how much lower the temperature will be when we get there?”

Saying these words, he slightly lowered his head, hiding the faint sign of worry in his eyes. In the western mountain cave in the fifth year of the Qingli calendar, he had memorized every word of Sean’s dying words in his head and had made sufficient preparations for this trip to the temple, but he still hadn’t imagined that it had only been out of the Heavenly Pass for less than ten days, and that the severe coldness of the heavens and the earth had already reached such a level.

It seemed that today’s temperature was a few points colder than when Sean Bitterho and his duo went to the temple decades ago.

“Since the biggest difficulty is the severe cold, why don’t we choose to set out in summer?” Haitang was keen enough to notice this problem. Fan Xian wasn’t showing much urgency nowadays, and since that was the case, setting off in summer seemed to be the best option.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment before saying, “The time on the road is about two months, and how much longer it will take to find the temple, I don’t know. It’s safer to leave at the end of winter and arrive at the beginning of summer …… and I don’t want to be stuck in the dark for half a year.”

“Well, I heard that heaven and earth are reversed there at the divine temple, half a year of darkness and half a year of day.” Wang XIII Lang nodded.

“None of you know as much about this world as I do, so just listen to me, all of you.” Fan Xian said calmly, but his words were filled with unquestionable confidence. Yes, he had reconfirmed that this was the Earth back in the moment when he and Dabao were stargazing together, and since it was the Earth, there was naturally an extreme day and night at the North Pole.

The north of this world was too cold, not many people could set foot in the depths of the snowy plains, and even fewer could come back alive, so in the legend, the place where the temple was located, there was some mysterious atmosphere of the arcane and unknown. It was just that this mystery was of no use at all in front of Fan Xian’s eyes.

Fan Xian took out three pairs of very strange things from the cloth bag beside him, and handed two pairs to Haitang and Wang Xulang, saying, “From this moment on, there will probably be nothing but snow in our eyes, and too many monotonous colors will cause problems with the eyes, so whether you’re accustomed to it or not, you’ll have to wear these things.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Xian put the object onto the bridge of his nose, which turned out to be a pair of eyeglasses made of glass, only that the lenses were painted black with some kind of paint, and were still able to transmit light.

Haitang squinted slightly, looking at Fan Xian for a long time without saying a word, feeling more and more that he was a bit impervious to the world, not to mention not knowing what the use of this thing held in his hand was. Would it be good for the eyes? She didn’t ask anything more, but followed Fan Xian’s example and put the sunglasses, which had appeared for the first time in this world, onto the bridge of her arched nose.

Crystal eyeglasses, they had seen them before, but they had never seen these black ones. Wang Thirteen Lang glanced at Haitang and somewhat hesitantly put them on his eyes as well, and the three of them instantly turned into three young blind fortune-tellers, which looked a bit comical. The three looked at each other for a moment and couldn’t help but all laugh.

“Catch up, we’ll be setting up camp in another hour.” Fan Xian took out Xiao Yi’s protected pocket watch from his bosom and looked at it, then squinted at the sky in the wind and snow, and opened his mouth. All the way to the north, and then based on the color of the sky to see the time is only not allowed, he also does not know how many days this pocket watch can be able to support in the bitter cold.

A whimpering sound rang out, rested for a few moments of more than sixty snow dogs spirit revitalization, barking, joyfully toward the depths of the snow plains, body silver white fur, flow a wonderful sense of movement.

Fan Xian half leaned on top of the sled’s leather box, squinting slightly, feeling the snow and ice on his eyelashes chilling his thin skin, and couldn’t help but twitch his nose a little, pulling the live-buckle ties on his collar and cuffs a little tighter, not wanting to let any trace of snow particles leak into his body.

From the fifth year of the Qingli calendar when he knew the directions and roadmap of the temple, Fan Xian had kept this secret in his own heart for more than six years, and he knew that it was destined in the underworld that he would eventually go on a journey to the temple, he just hadn’t thought that it would end up being because of the need to go to Uncle Wuzhu, and because of the break between himself and His Majesty the Emperor.

The journey of exploration, ah …… once it has such a direct purpose, it seems to have lost a lot of good feelings. The sled was gliding rapidly over the leveled snow plains, and the sharp breathing of the snow dogs and the rustling sound of the wind and snow came from all directions; accompanied by such sounds, Fan Xian seemed on the verge of falling asleep.

It was impossible for him to fall asleep; he was listening carefully to the breathing rate of the snow dogs to determine their state of exhaustion. In six years’ time, his younger brother Fan Si Zhe had prepared all the things needed to overcome the cold as he had instructed, including the food and fire on top of the sled before and after and the special snow tents, and these snow dogs, which had been tamed for three years at the North Gate Tian Guan, were Fan Xian’s greatest reliance on his trip to the temple this time.

From these aspects can be seen, Fan Xian is an incomparable careful person, he never fights unprepared battle, in the world’s view, to go up to visit the temple is as difficult as climbing up to the sky, but in his view, as long as the preparation is sufficient, the temple is just a remote tourist attraction.

The only thing that makes him a little wary of is the cold, now the cold is more than Sean bitter lotus year, when the Wei dynasty is put out a hundreds of people of the expedition team battle, and finally Sean bitter lotus two bulls still need to eat human flesh, in order to get through to the temple of the world, and now their team only three, can not hold out to the place it?

Fan Xian closed his eyes, but did not worry about being frozen, the meridians in his body have indeed been almost wasted, unable to mobilize the true qi to protect his body, however, it is very wonderful, once he entered this deserted, strangely cold snowy plains, he will be keenly aware of the wind and snow in the sky and the earth’s vital energy seems to be much thicker than any place in the south.

This sensitivity was due to the pamphlet that Master Bitter Lotus had given him before he died. Without the pamphlet, Fan Xian would not have been able to sense the slightest change in heaven and earth. Why was it that the further north one traveled, the denser the Yuan Qi in the heavens and earth became? This was a phenomenon that Fan Xian couldn’t understand, but it was a good thing after all, as he lay half on the sled slowly absorbing the fluctuations of the yuan qi in the sky and the earth, and if the yuan qi in the north was even more dense, perhaps it would only take two or three years for the meridians in his body to be repaired as they had been in the past.

The sled slightly bumped on the ice and snow, Fan Xian woke up from that state of emptiness, his eyes slightly narrowed, through the sunglasses calmly observing the windy and snowy land in front of him, and suddenly realized something. Back then, when the Wei Dynasty was dominating the world, His Majesty the Emperor, who no longer had anything to ask for, sent an envoy to dedicate the temple in order to seek the way to longevity, all because of Bitter Lotus’s proposal.

Sean’s cavalry, vaguely grasp the general location of the temple, but under the sky, who dares to risk their lives to go and explore? If it wasn’t for Bitter Lotus pushing this matter and tempting Emperor Wei with immortality, I’m afraid that the trip to the temple decades ago would never have happened.

Why was Bitter Lotus so interested in the divine temple that he wanted to go there at all costs? Simply because he was an ascetic monk of the Heavenly Dao who had spent his life serving the divine temple? No, Bitter Lotus was a presentist, and just by looking at his agreement to cooperate with his mother, Ye Qingmei, who had been imprisoned in the temple within moments outside the temple, one could tell that this Master Bitter Lotus did not have much respect for the temple.

Fan Xian’s eyes under his sunglasses narrowed even more, wondering when Master Bitter Lotus had gotten his hands on that pamphlet in his hands, could it be that at that time, he had already sensed that there was something wrong with the heaven and earth yuan qi in the north, and so he wanted to go to the divine temple to take a look at the source of all this fluctuation and the truth?

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, the temperature was getting lower and lower, the white sheep and snow foxes that could still be seen occasionally at this time did not know where to run away to escape from the cold, on the whole desolate snowy plains, there was only this line of snow dogs pulling the team in the wind and snow to move forward with difficulty.

Fan Xian is on the sled came from his two repressed cough, this kind of low temperature is not ordinary people can withstand, and his injury has not yet healed, really boil some hard.

In front of the sled on the Wang Thirteen Lang as if he did not hear Fan Xian’s coughing, but his eyes vigilantly looking ahead, suddenly his body into a sword light, wearing a bloated fur coat, broke through the air, directly killed to the forefront of the team of snow dogs, towards a slightly elevated under the ice and snow hard stabbed in.

The snow dogs were noisy for a while, only calming down after a long time, a few bold and curious snow dogs surrounded them, standing beside Wang Thirteen Lang’s body and sniffing low, then letting out a few sharp barks, barking merrily to the extreme.

Wang Thirteen Lang held his sword in his left hand and withdrew the scabbard, looking at the big white bear that was plowed out of the snow by the snow dogs and fuming, this was originally the task that Fan Xian had entrusted to him, to hunt some prey along the way for future emergencies.

The snow dogs obeyed the orders well, and after tearing and dragging the white bear out of the snow, they did not follow up, but merely licked and devoured the bloodied canine kisses with joy, knowing that their masters would surely leave most of the flesh and blood for themselves to eat.

“We can roast bear paws at night.” Fan Xian did not get off the sled, and couldn’t help but smile happily as he watched the two of them, Haitang and Wang Thirteen Lang, bundle the white bears up on the empty sled.

This was just an interlude, the sled team started off again, and under Fan Xian’s whistling commands, traveled quickly along the icy snowy glacier in a northwestern direction.

Haitang sat on the sled, looking at Fan Xian’s back in front, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, she didn’t know if Fan Xian’s body nowadays could still support him all the way. However, the worry in her eyes turned into doubt and deep admiration after a short while. Haitang was rarely convinced in her life, but today, looking at Fan Xian’s neat and tidy behavior, calmly pointing out the way, and seemingly having everything under control, she was finally a little convinced.

Why did Fan Xian have such strong confidence in reaching the temple? Why did he not seem to have the slightest fear of the temple at all? Could it be that, as the master said back then, Miss Ye was really a fairy who ran out of the temple, so Fan Xian went to the temple …… just to go home?

What is the temple, not many people know, Fan Xian half closed his eyes, nestled in one place, conserving his strength, his heart was also flooded with faint waves, he knew that his mother had once gone to the temple to steal something, he even knew that the closest uncle Wuzhu was originally from the temple, by all rights, he was the person in the world who had the closest relationship with the temple, so on this trip to the temple, his state of mind was also a bit strange, it seemed that he might be able to discover the the truth of everything, perhaps even the truth of his own life this time.

Of course, it is also possible that this is just an extravagant hope, the most critical issue at the moment is to find the temple. Back then, Bitter Lotus Sean was the most powerful person on this continent, and his age and physical strength was at its peak, but he still looked for it so hard, Fan Xian had no advantage over them, so where exactly was his confidence?

Knowledge is power, Fan Xian has more knowledge of his past life than anyone else in this world, so many of the mysteries in his eyes are actually just natural phenomena. And because of this knowledge, he knew the road map from Sean’s mouth, so he wasn’t worried about getting lost.

Fan Xian on the sled carefully put the latest compass that came out of the inner library last year back into his sleeve pocket, sighed, stretched out his fingertips, drew two semi-circular arcs one above the other in the air where the snow was drifting, and softly mumbled to himself, “Do not mean anything?”