Harvesting Yin

The spring is bright and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

Standing in the vast grassland, Yang Que looked at the colorful flowers all around, and the green grass all over the mountains, and then felt the fresh and rich aura and the quiet and comfortable atmosphere. After a long time, his heart was heavy, and he finally relaxed.

Zhu Yao and Xue Rao stood quietly behind him, looking at the suddenly beautiful world in front of them, with a trace of surprise and surprise in their expressions.

The beautiful woman in the palace costume stood in front of them with a calm expression, as if she was familiar with the situation here, her black hair was fluttering in the breeze, her unique temperament was ethereal and refined.

A moment ago, she brought them through the space and came here.

Since the young lady didn't give specific instructions, she could only figure out her mind and make such a decision.

Yang Que was in a daze for a moment, then a trace of doubt suddenly appeared on his face, and he said to the beautiful woman in the palace costume: "Senior, this place... is the snow mountain?"

The beautiful woman in palace attire nodded and said, "This is the area of ​​snow mountains, but this place is just one of the lowest countries in the snow mountains."

"The lowest country?" Yang Que was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, "Senior, please explain in detail."

The beautiful woman in the palace costume glanced at him, and said slowly: "In the Snow Mountain region, there are thousands of tribes and countries, which can be divided into high, high and low. The lowest country like this occupies the smallest area, and its overall strength is also the weakest. Among them, the king with the highest cultivation level is only in the Yuanshen realm."

"The monks in the Yuanshen realm are sitting in town, but they are only the lowest country?"

Yang Que was shocked, but she continued: "Actually, in my opinion, there is no need for this kind of country to exist. It's just a monk in the Yuanshen realm. The lowest servant in our palace can instantly kill him."

As soon as the words came out.Yang Que's face changed slightly, and suddenly he remembered the most important thing he had to do here.

From the previous scene where the beautiful woman in the palace costume took out the fox spirit and the whole snow cat tribe came out to meet her, one can guess that the woman with extraordinary temperament in front of her must be the supreme ruler of the snow mountain, who came out of the fox palace. people.

"Senior, junior is a little confused. Who asked you to save us?"

Yang Que suppressed the fluctuating emotions in his heart and asked respectfully.

The beautiful woman in the palace costume pondered for a moment, but said: "Now. It's not the time to tell you. Even if you know, it will be of no use."

When Yang Que heard this, he felt a little disappointed.But knowing this cannot be forced.After a pause, he asked the most concerned question of this trip: "If the junior's guess is correct, the senior must be from the Snow Mountain God Fox Palace. Can the senior tell me where I can get the snow marrow spirit fruit?"

"Snow marrow spiritual fruit?" The beautiful woman in the palace costume looked at him suspiciously and said. "You need it?"

Yang Que's expression was gloomy, and there was a hint of urgency in his eyes.Said: "The junior's Taoist dantian is broken, and his life is dying. He urgently needs the snow marrow spirit fruit to prolong his life. If the senior knows, please let me know. The junior is very grateful."

The beautiful woman in the palace costume fell silent, and after a while, Fang slowly shook her head: "You want to get this kind of thing, but you have little hope, or it is impossible at all. The snow marrow spirit fruit is only owned by me, Shenhu Palace. And only two coins can be harvested every hundred years, so it is impossible to give them to outsiders easily."

Yang Que didn't despair when he heard the words, instead his eyes lit up, and he said, "According to what Senior said, there is not much hope, but there is still hope. Can Senior take me to Shenhu Palace?"

The beautiful woman in the palace costume sighed slightly, and said: "That's even more impossible. Not just anyone can enter the Shenhu Palace, even if you are Sangong..."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, and continued: "I brought you here to tell you that no matter what monk wants to enter the Shenhu Palace, he must first start from the lowest level of the country or tribal sect, etc. Only by gaining glory here and collecting enough snow spirits can you go up step by step. How far you can go depends on your strength and ability. If you want to directly enter the Shenhu Palace, so far, there is absolutely no A monk born outside the palace can do it."

Yang Que's heart sank slightly: "It's so difficult just to enter the Shenhu Palace? So what is Xueling and how to get it?"

The beautiful woman in the palace costume patiently explained: "Xueling is a collective name for glory or fame, whether you are a great name for saving people from suffering, a murderous devil, or a genius with brilliance and strength. As long as people remember you Look at you, worship you, fear you, hate you, anyone who can make many people talk about you and can't forget your reputation for a while can be counted as Xueling. The more Xueling you accumulate, the greater your reputation will be. Then you can take a step closer to the Divine Fox Palace."

Yang Que frowned slightly, feeling that these things might take a long time, three years would pass in a blink of an eye, and the junior sister would die before entering the Shenhu Palace.

Taking a step back, even if one enters the Divine Soul Palace, the snow marrow fruit is definitely not easy to obtain.

Reality, is it so cruel!

He had just given him hope, but now he was hit head-on, how should he choose?

"This is a jade card that records Xueling. If you wear it on your body, you can clearly feel how much Xueling you have under the regional restrictions of each country, and then choose whether to let you go or not."

The beautiful woman in palace costume took out a snowflake-shaped jade tablet, put it in his heart, pressed it lightly, and it melted into his body.

"Actually, as long as you have confidence, it is not too difficult to enter the Shenhu Palace. As for the snow marrow fruit, after you enter the Shenhu Palace, there should be hope."

The beautiful woman in palace attire seemed to see his worry, raised her eyebrows, and said softly.

"Well, that's it, I'll go first." Immediately, she glanced at Yang Que, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, and her figure suddenly blurred and disappeared when she moved her footsteps.

Yang Que narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the space where she disappeared, with a dazed look on his face.

Suddenly, he raised his head, with a look of determination in his eyes, he looked into the distance, and said, "Go, we should also set off."

Leading the pig demon and Xue Rao towards the noisy place, the haze was instantly swept away in his heart, and his fighting spirit rose.

On the road, some people in strange clothes began to appear gradually, all of them were women.

While walking, the pig demon opened his small eyes and looked around. When he saw a strange woman, he began to comment in a low voice.

For the ugly ones, he salivated and praised them; for the beautiful ones, he only glanced at them before he began to find fault with them and turned his face full of disgust.

Not long after, a majestic and tall city wall suddenly appeared.

Yang Que looked up, and in the middle of the city wall, there were three beautiful but resplendent characters inlaid: Daughter Country. (To be continued..)