Xia Pingan pushed open the door and stepped out. The world in front of him changed.
Just a moment ago, he was still in the misty wilderness. But in the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by snow. A lake appeared in front of him, and he was standing by the lake.
Snow fell from the sky. The sky, clouds, mountains, and water were all white. It was like a freehand landscape painting. In the distance, he could see a long embankment in the middle of the lake, connecting the two sides. The willow trees by the embankment were bleak, like ink stains.
There was no one by the embankment. Everything was silent and quiet, with an indescribable charm.
When Xia Pingan stepped into this place, the door disappeared.
When Xia Pingan first saw the scene in front of him, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. This lake, this water, this mountain, this embankment in the middle of the lake, it was so familiar...
"West Lake …" Xia Pingan's mind suddenly jolted. The scene in front of him immediately matched the scene of West Lake in his mind. He looked into the distance again. The place where Leifeng Pagoda was locked up was covered in a layer of pure white snow. The huge Leifeng Pagoda was like a lonely snowman in the snow. However, under the snow, one could still see the layers of ochre brick pagoda core.
For a historian like Xia Pingan, he only needed to look at the Leifeng Pagoda to determine the approximate time of the scene in front of him. It should be after the Ming Jiajing Dynasty. Because during the Ming Jiajing Dynasty, the wooden eaves of the Leifeng Pagoda were destroyed by war...
Why was he here?
Xia Pingan was also at a loss. Everything in this Divine Palace was indeed too strange.
But there should be a reason for entering here. Xia Pingan quickly ran by the side of West Lake, and at the same time observed his surroundings.
Xia Pingan actually wanted to fly, but he found that he couldn't use his divine power here, so he could only run.
Just as Xia Pingan was running, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the forest in the distance. It directly pounced at Xia Pingan. The black shadow was extremely fast, and Xia Pingan quickly retreated.
"Who?"
"Who?"
Two voices sounded at the same time, and then they were stunned at the same time.
"It's you!"
"It's you!"
The black shadow that pounced out from the forest was a beautiful woman. That woman, if not the female disciple of the Black Dragon Sect, who else could it be?
Xia Pingan didn't expect to meet the female disciple of the Black Dragon Sect here. For a moment, both sides were surprised.
"So it's the senior sister of the Black Dragon Sect. What a coincidence, I didn't expect senior sister to be here as well!" Xia Pingan.........
"So it's you …" The female disciple of the Black Dragon Sect wore a black skirt. She had a pair of domineering and exceptionally beautiful phoenix eyes, and her gaze was exceptionally bright. Seeing that it was Xia Pingan, she sighed in relief. Previously, her master had instructed them not to make an enemy out of Xia Pingan, and to lend him a helping hand when necessary. "How did you get in?"
"This, senior sister, I came in the same way you came in!" Xia Pingan spread out his hands, "I wonder if senior sister has met anyone else here?"
"No!" The female disciple of the Black Dragon Sect shook her head, "I was in the nearby mountains. I flew all the way here, but I didn't see anyone along the way …" As she spoke, the female disciple of the Black Dragon Sect pointed to the west behind her. Xia Pingan looked and saw that it was the direction of the Flying Peak.
It was strange that they didn't see anyone along the way.
Xia Pingan thought to himself. There should be many monasteries and historical sites on the Flying Peak. The fact that this woman came from there and didn't see anyone meant that the trigger point wasn't on the mountain. If it wasn't on the mountain, then the clue was most likely near the West Lake …
This True Illusion God Palace wouldn't just send the two of them here for no reason, right?
"By the way, did you see anyone else?" The female disciple of the Black Dragon Sect glanced around and asked directly.
Xia Pingan also shook his head, "I just appeared by the lake, and I didn't see anyone else!"
The female disciple of the Black Dragon Sect looked around and frowned slightly, "I saw a lake here when I was on the mountain, and there was a long embankment in the middle of the lake. It looked like there should be people here, but why isn't there anyone here …"
By the way, how should I address you, senior sister? "Xia Pingan asked.
The female disciple of the Black Dragon Sect looked at Xia Pingan, "My surname is Hua, and my name is Hua Xin!"
"Why don't we take a look around here? Maybe we'll find something else …"
"Okay!" Hua Xin nodded her head without hesitation.
Just as the two were about to move, an ethereal and leisurely singing voice suddenly came from the lake, "The snow is clear and the sky is a cold pot. Unexpectedly, I went to the West Lake to explore the old cave. Riding a donkey on the snow bridge. Laughing at Wang Wei for his painting, picking plum blossoms and carrying a pot. Smiling while drinking wine and looking at flowers, being penniless as a sword, getting drunk at the West Lake! "
Along with the singing voice, a cloud of fog appeared on the surface of the lake, and the singing voice came from within the fog. Xia Pingan's mind shook as he looked at the lake and saw a small boat floating in the fog. A boatman wearing a straw raincoat emerged from the fog, shaking a small boat as he appeared on the surface of the lake and sailed towards the two.
On the huge lake, there was only a small boat gently swaying. Coupled with the singing voice of the boatman, everything was like a poem or a painting.
Hua Xin glanced at Xia Pingan and thought to herself, "This guy seems to be a bit lucky. As soon as he came out, someone came to the lake." Hua Xin stared at the old man while secretly keeping her guard up. According to her past experience, there were too many strange people in the Divine Palace. She didn't know whether the scene in front of her was a good or bad thing.
The boatman steered the boat towards the shore where the two of them were. When the boat was about 20 meters away from the shore, the boatman stopped and shouted to Xia Pingan and Hua Xin who were on the shore, "Young Master and Young Miss, you are in such a good mood. Are you here to visit the West Lake in such heavy snow?"
Hua Xin didn't speak, but Xia Pingan laughed, "Old man, you are in a good mood too. You came out to sail the boat in such heavy snow!"
"As long as the lake doesn't freeze, we won't be able to leave this boat!" The boatman laughed and said, "My master is watching the snow on the island in the middle of the lake when he saw the two of you. He specially asked me to ask if the two of you would like to come to the island for a drink!"
"Oh, how should I address your master?"
"My master knows everything from astronomy to geography. There is nothing he doesn't know. He has many titles. He calls himself Tao An, but others call him Elder Ancient Sword …" the boatman replied proudly.
Tao An, Elder Ancient Sword, West Lake, heavy snow …
When these names were combined in Xia Pingan's mind, a name immediately appeared in Xia Pingan's mind — Zhang Dai!
The romantic Zhang Dai who wrote "Watching Snow at the Pavilion in the Middle of the Lake" …
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