Xiaoxue was scattered from when it was floating and scattered.

Mr. Tang San, sitting on the shaft of the car, had a layer of fine snow hanging on his eyebrows, and the monks around him had white layers on his shoulders.

With their cultivation level, this kind of snow can no longer be close to them. The reason why they look like this is that they don’t want to waste a little more cultivation, even the power to spread the snow.

Because they surrounded a person who once dominated the whole world, and this person also became a elixir and entered the upper world.

Although such an existence is surrounded by them, none of them has the feeling of being held in the palm of that guy.

This feeling made them dare not breathe, and they felt that this day was the slowest day they had in their lives, so slow that they felt that every step they took was slow to die.

Young Master Tang San, who was driving the carriage, felt that there was a cold air coming in from his back, as if a ghost was blowing the wind behind them, but he didn't dare to look back. This feeling was like a cold steel knife constantly rubbing against his flesh.

Mr. Tang San wanted to slap himself in the mouth. He said that wealth and honor were in danger, but he felt that he must have chosen the wrong way this time. Mr. Tang San did not do it, but came to provoke Fang Dang. Now, he changed from Mr. Tang San to a groom. The key is that if he was just a groom, he would still be willing to be a groom, but if he didn't do it, he would even lose his life, and even bring this evil star to the Tang Sect, and maybe even the Tang Sect will be in trouble.

At this time, Mr. Tang San had completely different ideas from other disciples of the Tang sect. He only hoped that he would walk a little slower, and the disciples who went to report the news in the Tang sect were faster, giving the Tang sect more time to prepare and put out the Five Poisons Formation. In that case, he might have the power to fight.

"However, has Fang Dang really lost all his cultivation? If he lost all his cultivation, would he be hungry now? It's time to eat?"

Mr. Tang San thought to himself that he wanted to ask Fang Dang if he needed food, but this kind of speech was too tentative. He dared not ask. Fang Dang was a real killing star. When Fang Dang slaughtered one by one, the real person who changed his color and saw the person who saw it was terrified. His previous Mr. Tang San was cut off his hands and feet, and he was refined into a carriage like a vase of flesh and bone and blood slave, and was pushed into the city. At this moment, the situation was still vivid in my mind.

When he thought of the former Mr. Tang San who had become a stick, Mr. Tang San felt that his back was even colder and his hair was about to explode.

He felt that there was an extremely ferocious monster squatting in the sedan chair behind him. The monster could swallow him with his belt and bones at any time when he opened his mouth. Mr. Tang San regretted it again. If he had known this, he would have asked someone to drive the car...

Mr. Tang San closed his eyes and listened hard. He did not dare to use his divine thoughts to investigate, for fear that doing so would anger Fang Dang.

In the ears of Mr. Tang San, a long breathing sound could be clearly heard. The frequency of this breathing was very slow and low. The long breathing made him feel that he was about to be suffocated to death. It often took hundreds of times to inhale one breath, and it also took such time to exhale one breath.

This long breath made Mr. Tang San even more unbelievable that Fang Dang had lost his cultivation, which made him more cautious.

How can normal people breathe like this?

The more they walked, the more snow became heavier, which made Mr. Tang San feel worried. Although they were not afraid of snow, the four horses could not walk in the heavy snow. This would naturally delay the trip. Although delaying the trip was a good thing for Mr. Tang San, he had to consider Fang Dang's feelings.

Mr. Tang San only hopes that the snow will stop here, so that he can walk slowly without delaying too long, at least not arouse the anger of the monster behind him.

But the weather did not go as expected, the snow became heavier and heavier. At first, it was just a difficult time for horses to walk. Later, even the monks felt that walking in the snow was a bit difficult.

At this time, a famous monk went forward in shifts to clear the road, shaking the heavy snow from the road blocked so that the carriage could be moved forward easily.

As a result, all these monks began to become tired.

After all, for monks, human power is still difficult to fight against the sky.

Fang Dang was sitting in the car all the time, and the chimney on the roof kept coming out of the light smoke, making people know at a glance that the sedan must be as warm as spring.

This is called the Tang disciples who were walking in the wind and snow outside, and they were particularly unhappy, but they were unhappy. Fang Dang was in the sedan chair. With this name alone, it would be a glorious thing for them to enlighten him. If it weren't for this enemy-to-me relationship, they would definitely not feel that what was in front of them was a chore.

The journey became increasingly difficult and finally reached a small hill that was not too high. Mr. Tang San had to wave his hand and ask everyone to rest here.

The monks are still human, and they are not as good as the golden elixirs who can produce continuous power with the golden elixir and integrate with nature. Therefore, trekking in this heavy snow is not an easy task for other people, not to mention that in order for the carriage to move forward, they have to constantly break through the snow on the ground.

The horse in Fang Dang's carriage was sweating like slurry at this time, and it condensed into pieces of ice shells on its skin, which was obviously very tired.

Mr. Tang San turned his head and looked at the sedan chair and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all. Fang Dang once said that he should not disturb him before he reached Mustard Mountain.

Mr. Tang San didn't want to take this risk to wake Fang Dang up.

Then Mr. Tang San ordered the disciples of the Tang sect to have a good rest and start again after an hour.

The plan was like this, but after an hour, the situation changed. Not to mention driving, they had to retreat, and found a place with leeing and snow on their backs, carefully watching the not-too-high mountain in the distance.

Because the snow on that mountain is getting thicker and thicker, there have been two or three small avalanches in succession, and maybe another avalanche will appear at any time.

Mr. Tang San's heart was cold. If it weren't for this carriage, the monks like him could find ways to bypass the mountain and continue moving forward, but it would not work now.

Several disciples of the Tang Sect gathered around Mr. Tang San, and once again communicated with each other with their eyes, urging Mr. Tang San to ask Fang Dang if he had abandoned the carriage and moved forward.

Mr. Tang San was originally unwilling to go, but after looking at the heavy snowy weather, it seemed that the snow would take at least half a day to stop. Even if the snow stopped, it would be impossible for these four horses to cross the mountains in the thick snow.

Mr. Tang San finally gritted his teeth and came to the sedan chair. He listened first. Fang Dang's long breathing continued, which made Mr. Tang's thought of giving up.

Mr. Tang San turned his head and looked at the disciples of the Tang sect behind him. These damn guys were looking at him with encouragement, but these guys seemed to have retreated a lot, far away from the carriage.

Mr. Tang San's eyelids twitched a few times and cursed in his heart, but it was not a solution to waste it in this snow. Mr. Tang San could only ask carefully: "Senior... This blizzard suddenly came, and the road ahead has been blocked by heavy snow. It is difficult to move the horse. I wonder if the senior can abandon the carriage..."

Young Master Tang San was speaking carefully. The curtain of the sedan chair in front of him was suddenly lifted up. Fang Dang walked out of the sedan chair. Heavy snow filled the sky, and it was like a splash, filling the entire world.

Fang Dang stood in the snow and merged into this heavy snow.

Although Fang Dang lost the golden elixir, his realm as a alchemist is actually not a drop. The alchemists began to gradually coordinate with the rhythm of heaven and earth, and they truly comprehend the existence of the great way of heaven and earth. When Fang Dang first entered the Upper Netherworld, he felt that he was not affected by the air and wind when flying, and the wind could no longer become a force that hindered his progress.

Now, Fang Dang merged with the heavy snow, and the heavy snow fell on him, just like water droplets falling on lotus leaves, silently sliding down.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Tang San couldn't help but secretly complained that he was lucky. With his cultivation level, he was just using protective light to force the heavy snow to open it. He was not as good as Fang Dang as the most wise rule of the great snow.

Fang Dang actually said that he had lost all his cultivation? If he believed it, he would be a fool.

Fang Dang seemed to like snow very much, and it seemed that he hadn't seen snow for a long time. He looked so playful. He leaned over and reached out to grab a ball of snow from the ground. Feeling the cold chill on his fingers, Fang Dang's mouth slightly raised, and he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the world.

He now truly believes that all alchemists should experience this feeling of losing their cultivation, because only this feeling can make him feel like he is with the heaven and earth. If Fang Dang, who is an alchemist, encounters such a roadblocking mountain, he can fly out with a sword and split the entire mountain in half. After having such power, he can no longer feel the horror of nature.

Standing in the snow, Fang Dang looked at the one in the distance. It seemed that Fang Dang was very interested in going to play on the snow mountain, but then Fang Dang backed down because it was too cold. It was a good thing to be able to feel the breath of heaven and earth, but it was really not a good thing to die for this.

So Fang Dang quickly gave up the idea of ​​going to the snow-capped mountains and went back to the sedan chair.

Fang Dang's actions made Mr. Tang confused. After blinking, he asked: "Senior, look at this carriage..."

Fang Dang was quite reasonable and said directly: "Drop off the saddle. With such heavy snow, these horses will definitely be difficult to cross mountains and ridges."

Mr. Tang San really didn't expect Fang Dang to be so reasonable. He immediately felt a little happy and his words became much more downstream. "Senior, we have prepared some food. You see, we have to cross the mountains for a while. Do you also eat some?"

Fang Dang did not answer, and the breathing in the sedan chair grew longer. Although Mr. Tang San did not get Fang Dang's answer, he also knew what to do.

At least Fang Dang does not need food and does not want others to disturb him.

Mr. Tang San asked someone to unload the carriage, slaughtered and stewed the four healthy horses, and drank some hot soup with the monks and ate a few large pieces of horse meat. Although monks could not eat or drink, relying on the food and dew to replenish their physical strength, in this cold weather, and with the presence of Fangdang on the side, the fastest way for them to recover their physical strength is to eat.

After eating, the disciples of the Tang sect became energetic and came to the front of the sedan again. Perhaps they felt that Fang Dang was easier to talk to, so they disappeared from the cautious appearance they had before. However, Yan Yu still asked in a respectful voice: "Senior, it's time for us to set off."

After a while, Fang Dang's lazy voice came from the sedan chair: "Just go on the road, why do you say so much?"

Mr. Tang San was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Senior, the mountain is covered with heavy snow in front of him, and it is difficult for horses to move forward. We may have to walk across that mountain."

"Walking? Of course you have to walk, go quickly! I want to see Zi Yaoyao one day earlier."

Mr. Tang San frowned and glanced at the disciples of the Tang sect behind him. All the disciples of the Tang sect were full of doubts. Obviously, they could not understand Fang Dang's intentions.

Mr. Tang San plucked up his courage and said, "Sir, please get out of the sedan chair..."

"Get out of the sedan chair? Could it be that you told me to walk through that mountain too?"

Mr. Tang San's mouth slightly tilted. What does this mean?

"The snow on the mountain in front of me is too thick, and there is also the danger of landslides at any time. Horses cannot cross that mountain no matter what..."

"There is no horse, aren't you there?" Fang Dang's impatient voice rang.

Then the whole mountain became quiet.

The corners of Mr. Tang San's mouth began to twitch. Fang Dang said this without understanding. He couldn't overturn the mountain by pulling a cart, so Fang Dang planned to use people to pull the cart...

In the past, I heard that Fang Dang was so crazy that he was beyond the limit. Mr. Tang San believed that Fang Dang was a madman, but now, he finally realized that Fang Dang was not just crazy, he was simply crazy and unlimited!

The Tang disciples behind Mr. Tang San's faces became extremely ugly at this time. Fang Dang actually regarded their dignified monks as cows and horses.

The outside of the sedan chair was silent for ten minutes.

During these ten minutes, Mr. Tang San had a lot of psychological struggles in his heart. As a monk, pulling a cart for people is like a cow and a horse. How could they do such a thing?

Immediately, a disciple of the Tang sect shouted angrily: "Fang Dang, do you want us to be a cow, a horse, a slave and a servant for you?"

However, there was the loudest roar outside, and there was no sound inside the sedan chair. It seemed that the sedan chair was empty and no one existed.

Mr. Tang San glared at the guy fiercely, and then several monks exchanged their eyes and finally made a decision. Whether Fang Dang really lost his cultivation or pretended to lose his cultivation, their task was to take Fang Dang to the Tang Sect, which was not worth anything bad happened halfway.

In the end, several monks made a decision and took turns to pull the cart. This decision made all the Tang Sect monks present feel sad and embarrassed.

In the end, the four monks pulled the cart first, and the carriage with a stove inside Fangdang began to slowly head towards the mountains in front of him...

...

In the Tang Gate, the jade body was covered with the red gauze tent, and a ray of sunlight shone on the roof, just falling on the body of the water chestnut, making the body even white and tender as if it was shining with light.

Several maids serving the side were peeling off grapes next to them and sending the tender green flesh into the mouth of the beautiful man as bright as jade.

This woman has a peerless face, and she is definitely not inferior to Yanbo Fairy Ruan Ningxiang or Meng Hongchen. Moreover, this woman has an extra demonic aura, only demonic aura but not charming aura. In this way, it gives people a feeling that they are not close to each other. If you stand in front of her, you will definitely feel uncomfortable like a needle pricking on your whole body.

Therefore, it is best for such a woman to stay away from her, a little further away, so far that she can't see you, and you can't see her.

The woman ate slowly, and the juice slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and the maid next to her immediately wiped it gently.

The woman gently turned the emerald ring on her thumb, and her lazy face was full of boredom.

At this time, a disciple ran over in panic. The disciple did not dare to enter the sect master's room. He stood outside the window and called out: "Sect master, sect master, Fang Dang, Fang Dang is here."

The woman lying naked on the bed was shocked when she heard this and sat up suddenly from the bed. She was still lazy a second ago, as if the world was broken and she would not get up from the bed. But now she was like a cat with her tail stepped on, and asked loudly: "Fang Dang? Didn't Fang Dang go to the gospel world? How could she be here?"

The monk standing outside the door hurriedly said, "Fang Dang has returned to the mortal world. When Mr. Tang heard that Fang Dang had lost all his cultivation, he went to find Fang Dang, but he encountered it. Now Mr. Tang San is escorting Fang Dang to Jiezi Mountain!"

The naked woman in the red gauze tent was stunned when she heard this. After a long time, she asked in a puzzled voice: "Do you say that Fang Dang's cultivation has been completely lost? Is there any basis?"

"Uh... this, we just saw him, and he didn't look like he had any cultivation..."

"But Mr. Tang San ordered me to report to the sect leader and ask the sect leader to set up the Five Poison Array. As long as you are well prepared, no matter whether Fang Dang really loses his cultivation level, we have the strength to fight him!"

The woman nodded slightly, and at this time the maids quickly put their clothes on the woman one by one.

The woman has a pretty figure but is wearing a moon-white men's clothing and a uterine hat on her head. She looks heroic and has a very heroic feeling.

When the woman walked out of the room, four strong men holding a small coffin-like Gu box followed behind her, keeping distance from the woman like a shadow while following them closely!

"If Fang Dang really comes, I will give him some surprise!" The woman's slender eyes slowly narrowed...
Chapter completed!