That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 988

In the billowing wind and sand, a figure in a cloak walked alone in the vast Gobi, which seemed a bit strange, because this kind of place is not only inaccessible, but also there are not many animals and creatures. There are only two kinds of people who will come to this place, One is the caravan that has to pass through here, and the other is the horse thief who is sharpening his knife and rushing to the caravan.

As for the lone traveler, not to mention the threat of horse thieves, it is just a desert that stretches for hundreds of miles. If you are unlucky, not seeing any human habitation for ten and a half months is enough to kill an ordinary person on the way.However, this lone traveler is obviously an exception. He can travel several feet in one step, and his whole body seems to be "flickering" on the deserted Gobi. It's as simple as an ordinary monk. Although an ordinary earth immortal monk can also use the method of shrinking the ground to an inch, it is unlikely to be used for traveling, because this action consumes too much energy, unless it is above the twelfth floor of the earth immortal. The Great Cultivator, himself resonates with the heaven and the earth, and his energy is almost endless, so he can have such confidence.

If it is really a big monk above the level of the twelfth floor, whether it is a hopeless situation in the eyes of ordinary people, or a horse thief who comes and goes like the wind, it will become a child's joke.

Xu Beiyou traveled all the way, and saw a lot of grassland scenery, but did not see caravans and horse thieves. Because of the war between the grassland and the Central Plains, the northwest has been completely blocked, and there will be no more caravans passing by here. Without the caravan, it will be natural There will be no horse thieves either, they have already chased the caravan to the direction of Houjian, and there are still caravans passing by sea to Houjian, and then turning to enter the grassland from Houjian. Apart from the occasional remote tribes wandering under the order of the royal court on the wasteland, there are also pilgrims going to the snowy mountain. Human beings are hard to beat, on this road, dead bodies can be seen everywhere, some are old and have turned into dry bones, some have just died, because of the cold weather, they still maintain their appearances before they were alive, lifelike, as if just Just fell into a deep sleep.

Xu Beiyou was indifferent to all this, and went straight to the big snow mountain at the end of this wasteland.

Xu Beiyou didn't stop day and night, from sunrise to sunset, from sunset to sunrise, and finally at the third sunrise, he stopped suddenly.

Because at the end of his line of sight at this time, an extremely magnificent picture appeared.

At the end of what was originally a smooth wasteland, a series of undulating curves suddenly appeared. As Xu Beiyou continued to move forward, these curves became clearer and taller, and the blue and white colors on the curve seemed to match the Connected to the blue sky above.

That is the snow mountain, the big snow mountain.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and more things appear in Xu Beiyou's sight. Just at the foot of the snow mountain, there is a huge lake like the sea. This lake is green and clear, as if you can see the bottom of the lake at a glance. Looking at it, it looks like a piece of green amber inlaid on the grassland.

This is Biluo Lake.

The Biluo Lake Judgment Conference, which was once yearned for by countless young talents, is located on the shore of Biluo Lake.

When Xu Beiyou finally came to this great lake, he was once again shocked by the close-up beauty in front of him.

Although it was the end of spring at this time, the spirit of spring had not yet blown over the grassland, but the spring breeze had favored the Biluo Lake hidden deep in the grassland.

The vast expanse of blue waves is slightly rippling with the breeze, and the lake water sways with small ripples in circles, like a big bowl full of water, and even a slight shake will cause the water to overflow.

The lakeside is dyed with a layer of light green, and the delicate grass sprouts exude endless breath of life. Occasionally, groups of gazelles come here to drink water. No matter how cold the wind is, it will become the most genial here. Breeze, in a vast monotonous white, this bit of green is like a paradise.

In the distance of the lake there is a continuous and endless snow mountain.On the mountainside of the tallest snow-capped mountain, one can vaguely see a magnificent temple occupying half of the mountainside.

The whole temple is built on the mountain, with overlapping buildings, towering temples, majestic, with the momentum of being born out of the sky and piercing the sky. The solid and thick granite walls and the white horse grass wall collar of matsutake are resplendent and magnificent. The golden dome, huge gold-plated vases, buildings and prayer flags complement each other, adding a touch of bright color to the white snow-capped mountains.

At this time, there is still a light morning fog on the snow mountain, coupled with the already white snow mountain, the blue sky in the sky and the lingering clouds and mist, the golden and red two-color temple on the mountainside appears and disappears from time to time, which seems to be true and false. The indistinguishable mirage is also like a fairyland Buddhist kingdom living in the sky.

Molun Temple.

This is Molun Temple, known as one of the three ancestral temples of Buddhism.

Xu Beiyou, who hid his entire face under the shadow of the cloak and hood, stood by the bank of Biluo Lake, raised his head slightly, looked at the Molun Temple across the lake with all his eyesight, and murmured with emotion: "This is Molun Temple? It really is extraordinary.”

He has been to the Tianji Pavilion before, whether it is the main pavilion of the Tianji Pavilion in the imperial city of the imperial capital, or the branch pavilion where Wang Sheng, a great craftsman in the Northwest, is located, all of them can be regarded as the ultimate masterpiece of manpower, but if compared with the majestic temple in front of him Looking up, those big money seems to have become insignificant again.

As for the other sects, when Xu Beiyou boarded Jianzong Biyou Island, there was already a piece of broken walls and ruins. It is hard to see how prosperous it was back then. As for the grandeur of the Daoist Xuandu and other eight peaks, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to see him in a short time.

Of course, Xu Beiyou was a little shocked by the scene in front of him, but he didn't have any sense of awe. When they reached the realm of the [-]th Floor of the Earth Immortal, the only thing that could make them awe was the majestic Dao of Heaven above their heads.

Xu Beiyou subconsciously held down the sword Tianlan on his waist, then turned his eyes away from Molun Temple and looked in another direction.

There is a wooden palace built near the lake, some of which are supported by wooden piles, and the whole is suspended above the lake. The design is ingenious, and its style is completely different from the temples on the mountain. It is more like the buildings in the Central Plains.

If he guessed correctly, this should be the old site of the Biluohu Judgment Conference back then.

Xu Beiyou's eyes suddenly softened a lot.

Before Jiazi, there was a young man and woman who came here together. At that time, they were not husband and wife, but just brothers and sisters.

But it was a memorable year.

That year, Qiu Ye, the head disciple of the Taoist sect, was hailed as the No.1 of the younger generation.

That year, Murong Xuan was the most famous beauty in the world.

That year, Qin Mumian was an amazingly talented Xuanjiao saint.

That year, Xiao Yu, who was not well-known, was kicked out of his home and followed the grassland princess Lin Yinping to the grassland.

That year, Wanyan Beiyue and Xiao Jin, the two exiled immortals from the north and the south, each hid under the wings of their father.

That year, Han Xuan was a disciple of the great Confucian Gu Kai, Lan Yu was the young master of the Tianji Pavilion, and Wei Jin was a small captain in the Northwest Frontier Army.

That year, Gongsun Zhongmou and Zhang Xueyao, who were known as the Sword Sect's Double Walls, came to the bank of Biluo Lake together, and both swords came out together, making Qiu Ye and Xiao Yu, who would later be honored as the second sages in the world, embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)