Chapter 2608 Thousand Mountains and Snow

It is not only impossible to resist those charming eyes, but also the witch's prayer. Jiang Anan would rather believe that the reason why she brought the witch of the Three-Pin Xiangqi Tower was because she couldn't beat it...

They still went up the snow mountain together.

The occasional emerald color is dotted with white that is thousands of miles away. Two people and one dog, like walking on rice paper, is the moving scene in the painting.

"Mr. Xiaoyun said that he had not heard any secrets, but I was actually willing to believe it."

Mei Yue spoke as she walked: "But this matter is too important, I really can't relax... In order to reassure Bishop Liu and reassure Sanfen Xiangqilou, I have to watch you for a while to avoid you from leaking the secrets."

She looked at Jiang Anan: "Can Mr. Xiaoyun understand?"

"I can't understand." Jiang An'an said in an inward voice: "But I can't beat you, so I can only accept it."

"Thank you for understanding." Meiyue smiled.

"Miss Meiyue has an obsession with Shengdong Peak because she rarely saw snow when she was a child?" Jiang Anan asked.

She instinctively felt that the person in front of her would not hurt her, otherwise she would have been "brother". But when walking around the world, the necessary vigilance and temptation must not be missed. If she has something to do, she will explore the details, which can be regarded as a supplement to her knowledge of the "opponent".

"When I was a child?" Meiyue walked towards the snow, her voice calmly: "When I was a child, I lived in a big valley, very big, and I thought the world was that valley. The sky has always been like that, sometimes there is a Clouds, sometimes there are no clouds. Until one day… I saw snow.”

"It's too clean and beautiful, like a white lotus blooming in the Tianshan Mountains... It's a flower that does not belong to the valley. It really melts when it lands."

"Later I heard that there is snow in the world that cannot melt, so I always wanted to see it."

"You know... there's no time."

"No, it's not that I don't have time. It's that I often forget my mood at that time."

"I have had a childlike heart."

"Sometimes I feel tired." The woman seemed to dance with the cold wind and laughed: "I already know that the world is not a valley, but inside and outside the valley, there is no difference."

This is a very beautiful face.

This is a very bright smile.

Jiang Anan felt like a ball of fire, burning in the vast snow.

Maybe…no man in the world can resist her.

"How come there is no difference?" Jiang An'an said: "I have been staying at home before. This time I went out to walk around the world and found that the world is different from what the book says."

"Is what the book says is wrong?" Meiyue asked with a smile.

Jiang Anan said in a mature tone: "What the book says is also right. But only if you have experienced it can you understand what the world is. Everyone has their world."

She took the initiative to comfort her: "I guess the valley is like spring, right?"

Meiyue murmured in her memory: "Yes, that's a very beautiful place. There are red... red flowers everywhere, climbing the hillside. There are also many cute little animals, which are so ugly. Yes, there are all kinds of seasons like Spring. I spent a lot of springs there. The last person came out."

"I also came out of my home alone." Jiang Anan resonated with him: "When people grow up, they always have to learn to face the wind and rain alone."

Meiyue looked at her and said, "Do you miss home?"

"Think." Jiang Anan was very honest on this point: "I often know."

Meiyue said: "I once knew a very important person. In my opinion at that time, he also lived in the valley and lived in a huge illusion. I want to tell him that this world is not all what he saw. Look. I want him to know that life is different, and there are many answers to right or wrong. I thought we were the same kind of people, and I thought I would go with him to see all the scenery we hadn't seen before."

She looked at Jiang Anan: "But you can see the scenery yourself, are you right?"

"It's like the eternal holy winter?" Jiang Anan asked.

Meiyue opened her hands and embraced the vast whiteness: "It's like this uncrushed snow."

Jiang Anan smiled and said, "Then we will come to see it together this time."

Meiyue turned her head and looked at her with a smile: "Let's go, let's go!"

The rime is full of rime, the jade trees and jade flowers, and the beauty is like a beautiful scenery, all of which are painted.

…

"What a beautiful scenery!"

Fu Huan sat cross-legged on the stone platform on the top of the mountain and overlooked the snow-capped mountain: "The two stunning beauties have added a lot of color to this painting."

The disguise technique that was passed down from Zhao Wuyan could not cover Fu Huan's eyes.

Jiang Anan, 19 years old this year, is already "a girl in my family has grown up." Or the fairy spirit of the Yun Kingdom nourishes people, and their facial features are much better than her brother.

When I was a child, I was carved with jade and became more beautiful when I grew up. Otherwise, the yellow relics would not have loved to play with her so much.

It’s just that they are in a good mood on weekdays and tomboys dress up, so people often ask people to ignore the colors.

I don’t know how much of the disciples of the same generation in Lingxiao Pavilion are in love with them.

Xie Ai, who was cold and white, waited to sit aside, like a beautiful ice sculpture. Only when he held a pot and poured wine, his beautiful eyes shone in the snow, and the coldness was three points, and he showed a little bit of vitality.

Of course she is also a super beauty. On the list of yellow relics, the name is [Liuli], which means beautiful and fragile, and describes her unique broken beauty.

On the small square table, there were more than one wine cup.

There is another place opposite Fu Huan.

Looking at the entire Li Kingdom, only Hong Junyan can sit down and drink like Fu Huan.

Wei Qingpeng and Meng Lingxiao were his subordinates who were following him back then.

It was with his support that Guan Daoquan, who once supported the Northwest Five Kingdoms Alliance, confronted the Jing Kingdom, and under his arrangement, the five kingdoms were united with the Li Kingdom.

And outside the Li Kingdom, there were also few people who could have an equal dialogue with Fu Huan and let Fu Huan stop drinking and wait here...

Xie Ai just poured two glasses of wine silently.

With Ning Daoru's experience of pretending to be a body and Ying Yunnian's gift, it was almost a natural thing for her to climb the cave on the New Year's Eve just past. Going up further, there is hope, but it is slim after all. Just like now, she is looking for those slowly moving black spots on the boundless snowy ridge.

If everything in the vision is possible, her possibility of reaching the top is also in those tiny spots. To really catch it, in addition to making every effort, you also need good luck from God.

And this is what Bishop Zhu Jingchuan of Yuxin and Bishop Liu Yanzhao of Shuanghe have dreamed of.

The so-called difficulty of cultivation really requires insight into the truth of the world to truly see it.

Xie Ai silently thought about his own thoughts, cultivation, and family and country. Suddenly, a spring breeze blew on his face, and he glimpsed the green mountains in a trance.

The man with a jade crown and tied hair seemed to be the condensation of the mountain colors, and he appeared on the top of the mountain. He rolled up the corners of his clothes, sat down leisurely, and smiled at Fu Huan opposite him, with the demeanor of a master!

"Mr. Fu is in a good mood! I can see the beautiful scenery today." The visitor seemed to be enjoying the scenery, with an indescribable leisurely attitude: "Thousands of mountains are covered with snow at dusk, and there are clouds in the distance."

Xie Ai certainly understood that this sentence was said backwards.

The last part of the original poem that was cut off was "Who is the shadow going to?"

And the first part that was about to be introduced...

"You should have something to say!"

What answer did he want to get this time?

Xie Ai inexplicably thought of the Yellow River Conference of that year, Erzhu He, and the next Yellow River Conference...

Fu Huan smiled slightly: "It is true that there are beautiful scenery to go with the wine, but it is not good to drink alone. Mr. Jiang has come from afar, so drink this cup first."

Jiang Wang did not refuse, raised his cup, clinked it, and drank it all with a smile.

The empty cup was placed on the table, and Xie Ai silently filled it again.

Fu Huan then said, "Mr. Jiang is busy and I haven't seen you for a long time! The Great Wall is covered with snow, and the spring is cold after thousands of years of frost. I owe you everything I have done in the past, and I am lucky to meet you now. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

"I dare not ask for advice!" Jiang Wang said with a smile, "I am here to ask Mr. Fu Zhenjun."

Fu Huan sipped the aroma of wine and smiled, "Oh?"

"Jiang has been interested in refining demons and looking for traces of demons for a long time. There are holy demons in the world who hate to kill Confucian scholars, and I often ask about it." Jiang Wang said, "In the battle to kill the Holy Demon Lord, Shuang Xianjun participated and made great contributions. She was taught by you, and you also took care of the aftermath... So I came here to learn a thing or two."

In fact, when Jiang Wang decided to deal with Qihen at the beginning, he planned to ask Fu Huan for information about the Holy Demon Lord. But he always wanted to find a suitable time to ask without leaving a trace to avoid Qihen's gaze... Unexpectedly, he waited until the collapse of "The Collapse of Rites and Music".

It can only be said that Jiang Wang is not the only one in the world, and there are heroes in every generation of the human race. Zuo Qiuwu is not the first, nor the last, to dare to draw a sword against Qihen.

Now that the battle has been openly fought in the Qinku Academy, Jiang Wang no longer hides it, and simply makes it clear and asks directly.

This sentence "refining demons for fun" made Fu Huan speechless for a while.

The difficulty of killing demons is not a simple statement. It is a profound bloody one after another in history!

Not to mention the distant past, the battle with the Holy Demon Lord that made Xu Qiuci's soul and spirit die, how many years did it delay the return of Hong Junyan?

Hong Junyan's plan of "competing for hegemony in the future" should actually be the first Qixia hegemony. If Xu Qiuci can live to that time, he will not have to stay at the top of the eternal holy winter and watch the opportunity pass.

"Hasn't "The Holy Demonic Art of the Collapse of Rites and Music" been destroyed by Zuo Qiuwu in the Diligent Academy? The Holy Demon was also wiped out. Jiang Zhenjun personally participated in that battle, and he should know the details better than me." Fu Huan was a little curious: "Why study the Holy Demon?"

The trip to the Diligent Academy, which was open to the entire Taixu Illusion, pushed the reputation of the Taixu Pavilion to a new height.

He, Fu Huan, was also the first to enter the Taixu Illusion to watch it.

Compared with the power and responsibility space of the Taixu Pavilion, or the sacrifices made by Zuo Qiuwu for the Diligent Academy, which others focused on discussing... He was more concerned about the terrifying growth rate of these Taixu Pavilion members-

Sometimes, it is really by watching these trendsetters of the times that one can have a real sense of this era of extreme sublimation of the human torrent.

Some people have already shouted the slogan of the times "far beyond all ages, prosperous through the ages", believing that this is an unprecedented new era that will surely surpass everything.

This is of course the courage given by contemporary transcendents such as Ying Yunnian and Huang Weizhen, and the confidence in the future brought by Jiang Wang and others.

Jiang Wang sat there and smiled at the mountain breeze: "Master Fu should know my intention. Although Jiang is not talented, he does not fear the peak. This time, my thoughts are not for the Holy Demon."

If it is not for the Holy Demon, then it is for Qihen.

Jiang Wang actually took Qihen, the devil among devils, as his opponent!

What courage this is.

Fu Huan has been sitting alone on the Yongshi Shengdong Peak for thousands of years. His Tao heart has long been a solid ice that will not melt for thousands of years, but he can't help but be moved.

"The Holy Demon who died last time was the demon spirit of the great scholar Wei Shengfeng of the Qinku Academy. He was supposed to succeed Wu Zhaixue and become the Holy Demon King. But he resisted the throne and fell into the predicament of destruction. I don't know how it became like that. I don't know if Zuo Qiuwu left any notes in the academy."

Fu Huan slowly said: "As for the Holy Demon Lord Qiu Ci faced back then, it was actually a very ancient existence. At least before the mythological era, he became the Holy Demon Lord. If it were not for the throne of the Demon Lord , there is hope for transcendence. That battle back then..."

The Demon Lord’s throne is a kind of support for the existence of insufficient qualifications. It can make it reach the top of the strongest demons.

For those who are talented, it is a kind of confinement. Because ascending to the throne of Demon Lord means that there is only one possibility of transcendence - the eight bodies are united and the Demon Ancestor returns.

Being detached, but it is not yourself who is detached. Eternity in the fate of the Demon Ancestor is a kind of unscrupulous immortality.

And who was pushed to the throne of Demon Lord is not an extremely talented existence?

For all ages, only Wu Zhaixue has escaped this confinement!

Fu Huan did not hide the details he knew about the battle between Frost Immortal Lord Xu Qiuci, Beitian Shi Wu Daoyou and others. Of course, as a person who went to collect corpses afterwards, and could not even collect corpses and could only pick up some ice crystal fragments, he would definitely not know more in detail than those of witnesses like Wu Daoyou.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu." Jiang Wang thanked sincerely and said, "I have another matter. Please see Meng Lingxiao, Mr. Meng... I have a hard time as a propaganda."

Fu Huan looked at him quietly for a while and suddenly laughed: "It's a coincidence that Meng Lingxiao had just changed defense from the demon world a few days ago. She happened to be in China. I'll invite him now - I wonder what happened to Mr. Jiang Zhenjun looking for him?"

Jiang Wang's attitude was still gentle and said softly: "Meng Zhenjun is also my senior. Please see me, so of course I am asking for advice."

He turned his head as he said that.

But when the sky shines on the snow, a glittering whiteness turns into an archway across the sky.

Meng Lingxiao stepped out of this portal, like a Jinshi who was on the mountain of books and in the literary school, the Jinshi who was singing on the golden list under the Donghua School of Arts - only the best Confucian scholar in the world can win this title, saying that he would not be given a person over a hundred years old. Usually young people under thirty years old.

In the Chu State, which is very close to Shushan, the official examination and reform in recent years, borrowed some internal assessments of Confucianism. It also listed on the Golden List, also known as the Three Firsts, and also won the Jinshi. It even erected a "longmen" to "salute" to Longmen Academy...

Of course, the official examinations of Chu State pay more attention to the examiners' official practice, but they do not stick to the Four Books and Five Classics.

The thousands of years of ice did not kill Meng Lingxiao's vitality. He was as brilliant as the pride of the snowfield.

But the person sitting in front of him is the genius among the genius, and the yin is also the representative of the times.

So he took the initiative to salute: "Jiang Zhenjun--"

Jiang Wang stood up and held him in a smile on his face: "Jun'an? Jiang took the liberty to see you, because there is something to ask for inquiries."

Meng Lingxiao held his arm, like a half-brother, with a warm smile on her face: "It's all friends, why are you polite! Jiang Jun has any instructions, even if it's said. Xueyuanzhi I can always make some decisions. If it really doesn’t work, I’m still there!”

After all, he is a thousand years old. He can't compare with his practice. How can he lose in terms of human relationships?

He walked with Jiang Wang, shook his arms intimately and said, "Other than Jishuang City, you can't let you turn it off, everything else is easy to discuss!"

"It's not that serious..." Jiang Wang smiled and said, "I just heard that when Meng Zhenjun was young, he talked about the aisle with Wu Zhaixue. Jiang specially invited me to see him because he wanted to know some information about Wu Zhaixue at that time. .”

Speaking of which, when Meng Lingxiao was young, she was also a romantic and famous. What has been passed down now is only two things that seemed ordinary at that time - having had a fight with Xu Yuan and talking about the passage with Wu Zhaixue.

Without it, both of them are already supreme.

The immortal power empowers all beings who have had life-long interactions with them.

"Wu Zhaixue was not inferior to Jiang Jun back then. Her practice was getting better and better every day. I didn't chase today...those things were long out of date." Meng Lingxiao hesitated: "Especially for the current devil, I'm afraid that No impact…”

Jiang Wang smiled and said, "What I want to know is Wu Zhaixue from the past."

He raised his hand and pointed, and the sky light was like a mirage, interwoven into a noble and supreme immortal palace, which slowly rose from the bottom of the cliff until it was parallel to the people on the top of the mountain: "In order to make this immortal... more fresh live."

The palace was opened in the middle, and behind it was a handsome scholar.

The long gown is made of white snow and green plums, and the fairy seal lives in the heavenly court.

Although Taixu Pavilion is widely spread to Taixu Illusion Realm, not all details are disclosed.

For example, this fairy spirit created by the historical projection of Wu Zhaixue...

Meng Lingxiao and Fu Huan were almost shocked at the same time.

The latter even stood up on the table, almost storing the country to open the immortal formation!