Violent wind and blizzard, horizontal wind and snow, slanting wind and fine snow, there was no need to return, nor could it return. It was also known as ghost wind and vicious snow, dark wind and dark snow, snow that covered the sky and covered the sun. There was also the snow that grew under one's feet, reaching up to one's knees. If one made the slightest mistake, one would probably be buried. On this day, after experiencing dozens of days of bitter cold travel, all of the snow suddenly stopped. It was as if the heavens had suddenly felt that their actions of endlessly throwing confetti into the world were childish and could not enchant the determined gazes of the three young people. Thus, they clapped their hands and pulled them back into their sleeves.
The sky cleared, revealing a porcelain blue but still icy sky. Although the sunlight was not warm, it was piercing. Borrowing the boundless land of snow and glaciers, it reflected a white to the point of being dull in every direction.
After the wind and rain, there was not necessarily a beautiful sky. It was not that there would be a rainbow when the sky cleared. Thus, Forrest Gan returned to his country and had to experience many things before he could see Jenny again. Then, he would still be thought to not understand certain things. He set off again and kept on running, running past countless beautiful scenes.
After the wind and snow, the sleigh team on the snowy plains set off again amidst the cheerful cries of the snow hounds. Crushing the soft or firm ice and snow, they advanced north. A pale-faced Fan Xian sat on the sleigh with half his body in Haitang's arms. As he coughed, he forced his tired eyes open and stared at the terrain around him that was difficult to identify. He compared it to the map in his mind and confirmed the direction.
The cold in his body was becoming more and more serious. Although he had not lost the medicine he carried with him, the harsh coldness between heaven and earth was, without question, a cruel torture for Fan Xian, who was heavily injured and had lost all of his zhenqi. Every night these days, Fan Xian nestled in his sleeping bag and always felt that his entire body was wet and cold. He coughed so hard it was as if he was going to cough out his organs. There was a raspiness in the thunder. It was like a knife grinding endlessly against a rock. No one knew when it would break.
Haitang and Thirteenth Wang were both worried about his body. They had even thought of returning to the South. However, they were stopped by Fan Xian with unusual determination and coldness. He knew that if he couldn't find the illusory Temple in one go, he didn't know if he would be able to summon such courage again in his life. Furthermore, the Meridians in his body were in chaos. The Emperor was still recovering in the Palace in the South. If he didn't go to the Temple to find Uncle Wu Zhu, there was no point in him going back to the South.
What gave Fan Xian even more confidence was that, through the magic booklet Master Ku He had left behind, he could clearly sense that the further north he went, the thicker the yuanqi became. As he continued to meditate, the sea of qi behind his back gradually showed signs of stabilizing and accumulating yuanqi. It would be a pity to give up now.
For the three of them, the biggest problem was time. This was a race, a race between Fan Xian's injuries and the distance to the Temple. Fan Xian felt that if he truly found the Temple, the injuries in his body would be much better.
Haitang and Thirteenth Wang both knew that under Fan Xian's gentle appearance was an incomparably stubborn and ruthless nature. Thus, they could only silently listen to his suggestion. However, these two friends were still very worried about his body, particularly when they heard waves of heart-wrenching coughs at night. Who could sleep well?
In the quiet night, Haitang burrowed into Fan Xian's sleeping bag and gently rubbed his chest for him, using her body temperature to warm up the bitter coldness. Their bodies pressed gently and intimately against each other, but there was not a trace of male and female thoughts. They just held each other tightly like two little pigs warming each other up.
Thirteenth Wang noticed this, but he did not show any expression or reaction. He only increased the speed of their journey North. Leading the group of snow dogs, they took advantage of the clear sky to rush forward with all their might.
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"How much farther?" Even though the snow had stopped, there was still wind. Thirteenth Wang, on the first sleigh, shouted against the wind. His voice quickly rang through the entire snowy plains.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at Thirteenth Wang standing on the sleigh in front of him with his fur coat swaying in the wind. He couldn't resist smiling. He thought to himself that this kid was rather dashing. He was not afraid of the cold and could still stand on the sleigh and ride the waves of snow at this time of year. Particularly with that pair of sunglasses, he looked like the boys who played extreme sports in the other world.
Taking out a compass and map from his clothes, Fan Xian coughed in Haitang's arms and carefully confirmed the position. The sleigh moved up and down endlessly on the snowy ground, making his observation a bit tiresome. After thinking for a long time, he tiredly said, "At most, 15 more days."
When Fan Xian unfurled the map, Haitang turned her face. This was not the first time Fan Xian had unfurled the map. At the beginning, he had only used his powerful memory to point the way. Later on, he became too ill and had to take out the map. However, Thirteenth Wang and Haitang would purposely avoid it.
This was Fan Xian's request and the oath the three of them had made before they set foot on the journey to the Temple. Fan Xian requested that Haitang and Thirteenth Wang not reveal the location of the Temple to anyone. He guessed that once the location of the Temple was revealed, once the things in the Temple were to fall into the mortal world, it would probably bring endless disaster.
Just like the martial arts secret manuals his mother, Ye Qingmei, had brought out in the past and that chest, if there were many more in the Temple, what would the world become? Fan Xian did not want the world to become a terrifying place filled with Tianqi aces and electromagnetic cannons firing everywhere. Any random fight between powerful warriors would cause the sky and earth to crash and chaos. How would the common people live?
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The journey was not lonely because they had companions. However, it was particularly difficult. This kind of difficulty could not be described with words. The difficulty was in the bitter cold, in the dryness, and in the endless snow-white color that seemed to never change.
After an indeterminable number of days, the flat snowy plains and slightly arched snowy hills gradually became alive. The terrain began to become complicated. The sunlight grew dimmer and dimmer. The temperature dropped to an unbearable level for humans. Fortunately, the snowstorm still did not come down.
On the other side of the northern horizon, a tall mountain suddenly rose. A tall snow-capped mountain!
It was as if from the beginning of the world, this magnificent and mighty snowy mountain had stood there, coldly and calmly waiting for brave travelers to come and make offerings.
The sleigh procession slowly came to a stop beside a relic of glaciers. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant snowy mountain in front of him. He gazed at the strange mountain glowing with a cold white light under the blue sky. A glimmer of excitement grew uncontrollably in his chest. A glimmer of excitement that came from the depths of his heart quickly took over his entire body, making his fingers tremble slightly.
In his dreams, he had seen this snowy mountain that was similar to Dong Mountain. In his dreams, this snowy mountain was high and unscalable. It was mysterious, powerful, and cold, just like the feeling the Emperor gave him. Now, when this snowy mountain suddenly appeared in front of his eyes without any warning, Fan Xian felt boundless joy.
People were born to fear death. If one could hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening, then what kind of enjoyment would it be to be able to see a scene that no one else could see, learn more of the secrets of heaven and earth, and know the unknown that attracted the gaze of humans the most and urged them to evolve?
Fan Xian's body abruptly froze. His incessant coughing also stopped. He looked greedily at the quiet and secluded snowy mountain. It was as if he wanted to firmly brand this scene, which moved him, into his heart so that he would never forget it in the years to come.
He was moved not only because of this scene or the temple in the mountain. It was also because the yuanqi here had reached a level that made one tremble. The eyes on Fan Xian's pale face were sunken, and he was extremely thin. With each breath, he seemed to feel that he was gradually becoming healthier. Haitang was the first to sense Fan Xian's strangeness.
Haitang was the first to sense Fan Xian's strangeness. Her body was already exhausted. Her usually bright eyes had long been ground into exhaustion by the severe coldness between heaven and earth. At this moment, her eyes lit up again. Following Fan Xian's gaze toward the snowy mountain, she did not speak for a long time.
After the sledges stopped, the snow hounds seemed to sense the different atmosphere and howled in a low voice. Of the 60-odd snow hounds, after experiencing such a difficult journey, only 17 remained. The long line of sledges had been abandoned along the way and had been reduced to five.
Thirteenth Wang stood on the one at the very front. He didn't turn his head. He only stared in a daze at the mountain. In a raspy voice, he asked, "The Temple is in this mountain?"
"Yes." Fan Xian, who had been too tired to speak for a few days, found the strength from somewhere and spat out one word with great determination.
After receiving confirmation, the three young people stared in a daze at the snowy mountain in the distance. It was as if they didn't want to take another step forward. Suddenly, Thirteenth Wang jumped down from the sleigh and roared crazily at the snowy mountain. His voice was raspy, angry, and even more elated.
Seeing this, Haitang and Fan Xian couldn't resist smiling. They thought that this last disciple of the Sword Hut, who had always been gentle and determined, had endured until now and finally exploded with the craziness he inherited from Sigu Jian. After the laughter came silence. Haitang's eyes grew moist and finally turned into a few clear tears. The tears landed on the leather jacket and quickly turned to ice. Fan Xian shook his head happily and couldn't speak for a long time.
Those who had not experienced their long journey would not be able to understand the emotions in their hearts at this moment. It was a kind of satisfaction of achieving a great wish, a kind of heroic spirit that triumphed over heaven and earth, and an impulse that was about to come into contact with the most mysterious place in the world!
On the long snowy journey, the snow hounds died on the ground along the way. Fan Xian was seriously ill and could die at any moment. Haitang and Thirteenth Wang had also been tortured until they lost their human form. Such hardships were not worth mentioning to outsiders.
In the end, they had arrived.
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Without Fan Xian's ample preparation and understanding of nature, the three of them would probably have died on the snowy plains long ago. Thinking of this, Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at the snowy mountain in the distance. He couldn't help but think of the two powerful pioneers from many years ago, Master Ku He and Sir Xiao En.
When Fan Xian and his group had set out from Northern Qi, it had been early spring. Now, it should be summer, the warmest time in the world. Back then, Xiao En and Ku He's group of hundreds had set out in the summer. There were countless deaths and injuries along the way. By the time they arrived at this snowy mountain, it was the polar night.
How had the two pioneers made it through the months-long polar night? Unlike Fan Xian, Xiao En and Ku He did not have the road map and experience left behind by predecessors. Yet, they were still able to survive in such a wretched environment. It truly made Fan Xian, who had just escaped death, sigh in admiration.
Compared to the two pioneers who ate human flesh, Fan Xian and the other two were actually much happier and more relaxed. However, they were still wretched. Fortunately, Haitang and Thirteenth Wang were both top warriors in the world. Additionally, there was Fan Xian, a cripple with the knowledge of two lives. Everything seemed to be predestined. Fan Xian was destined to be the person in the world who feared and feared the Temple the most. He was also the person who had the most ability to enter the Temple and needed to enter it.
Fan Xian gradually shook off the excitement and agitation in his heart. Forcefully suppressing his emotions, he gazed calmly at the tall snowy mountain and guessed at the appearance of the large temple in the mountain. In a raspy voice, he said, "Rest for the night. Enter the temple tomorrow morning."
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