In the taxi, Yingtian received a call from Liu Pengxuan and learned that he had returned to Jincheng. Afterwards, he contacted Miaofu and talked about his mother's situation for a while to reassure her.

At Xinzhou Fucheng Airport, Yingtian got off the plane and took a taxi straight to the snowy mountains.

On the hillside outside the Gaoping District Hospital in Guocheng, Ye Zhihan once introduced him to Tianhan Palace and its surroundings. At that time, Zhihan's senior sister Leng Xuanzhu kept adding explanations.

Tianhan Palace is located in the snow-capped mountains southeast of Fucheng, New Province. Fucheng is only a county-level city in Yanguo, but it is very wealthy, so it was named Fucheng.

The distance between this city and Dihua City, the capital of Xinjiang Province, is nearly 100 kilometers, and it is only more than 30 kilometers away from the snow-capped mountains.

Sitting in the car, Yingtian looked at the snow-capped scenery outside the window and sighed with emotion at the endless purity, like the blue sky washed by snow water, which made people feel pure and relaxed.

At this time, emotions that had never happened before spread in Yingtian's heart and filled his mind.

It seems that among the icebergs and deep in the vast white snow, there are Ye Zhihan's footprints everywhere, with beautiful shadows and lingering sounds everywhere.

In the past year, he has never been idle. He is full of love for his children when he is wandering around. He does not think about it when he is far away, but when he is close, he is full of melancholy.

Looking at this dust-free and pure scene, Yingtian Youran thought that tomorrow was the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, so he couldn't help but murmur silently:

In ancient times, there was Peng Zeling, who loved chrysanthemums all his life.

Avoid the ashes of officialdom, rather wander around the golden pistils drunkenly.

There are many crazy men in the world, looking for a good partner on Chinese Valentine's Day.

The goddess Mengxiang King is full of love in the rain.

It is also like Dong Lang, looking at each other from afar on the magpie bridge.

The swans look forward to the Yaochi Terrace, and the fairies come down to earth.

Her beautiful face is flushed red, and her palace attire flies like a butterfly.

With her eyes open and closed, she is fascinated by the beauty of Liu Yao and her peach blossoms.

The root of the white onion is clear, and the core of the orchid cymbidium is clear.

Crystal clear as a jade pomegranate, graceful as a pretty water chestnut.

Even though she is graceful and graceful, she is like a fairy when she falls.

I only want a flower, but I don't care about it.

Just like the Tao Jing Festival, I am eager to celebrate the chrysanthemum.

It’s not that I prefer chrysanthemums, there will be no more flowers when all the flowers are gone.

As soon as he finished muttering, as if he had just woken up from a dream, he smiled with slightly red cheeks and said: "I didn't mean to make a sentence, so why not give it a name... let's call it "Qixi Festival"."

As soon as the last word landed, a clear and high-pitched chirp was heard. Yingtian raised his head absentmindedly and saw a white crane flying past the car window.

He lowered his head again, recalling the verses he had just casually recited.

"It's really strange that there are white cranes here!" The driver driving in front said to himself.

"White Crane!" Yingtian suddenly stirred and stretched his head out again. He saw the White Crane hovering in the sky, fluttering its wings a few times, then raising its head and chirping, and flying slowly towards the distance.

His spiritual thoughts spread rapidly and instantly enveloped the white crane hundreds of meters away.

Sure enough, it was the white crane with a blue head and neck! He had seen it on the Lingjiang River in Guocheng, at Wanliu Dam, and at the top of Jinchengdan Peak. He never expected to see it here!

"Master, stop the car!" Yingtian shouted eagerly.

There was a sudden "squeak!" and the car stopped. He handed the master two hundred yuan, quickly opened the car door, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Wow! That's amazing!" the master exclaimed. He looked at the banknotes in his hand, and looked at the direction where Yingtian disappeared in surprise, in a daze.

In the snow-capped mountains, Yingtian's whole body's true energy surged, and he ran quickly in the direction where the white crane was flying. After seeing the white crane under the Dan Peak, he checked the relevant books, but he had not seen any introduction to this kind of white crane.

Now, he could actually see it again in the snow-capped mountains, and he was even more surprised and suspicious of something strange. He chased after it, trying to find out and find out more about it.

He didn't know how long he had been chasing, but Yingtian had reached the depths of the snow-capped mountains. Finally, the white crane slowly descended from the sky and disappeared behind a small hill in front of him.

He once again sent out his spiritual thoughts and clearly saw the other side of the snow-covered mountain. There, there was a lake with vast expanse of clear water, and the shores of the lake were mostly covered with ice and snow, covered in silver.

At the foot of the hill, next to the lush green low shrubs near the lake, an old man with green grass and green hat was concentrating on pole fishing by the lake. Standing next to him was the blue-headed and necked bird.

white crane!

After a while, Yingtian ran in front of the old man. Because he ran too fast, little bits of ice and snow flakes splashed under his feet and flew towards the old man. In his apologetic eyes, the old man stroked his sleeves gently, and those little bits of ice and snow flakes flew towards him.

Suddenly it vanished into nothing.

Yingtian coughed unnaturally, and was shocked to find that this old man dressed as a fisherman was not only a powerful master, but also a mysophobic person.

He took a step forward, bowed slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Old sir, excuse me."

He could not tell the martial arts level of the other person, but he felt that this person was a strong man he had never encountered before, and calling him sir was in line with martial arts customs.

The old man was as motionless as an ice sculpture, and he didn't even move his mouth. But Yingtian heard him clearly: "Are you following my crane?"

Yingtian quickly explained: "I'm sorry, I'm just a little strange. I seem to have seen this beautiful white crane in Guocheng and Jincheng in Shu Province. So, I came here to find out."

The old man turned around slowly and said expressionlessly: "White Crane? Well, it has indeed been to other places."

At this time, Yingtian turned to stone. He stared blankly at the skinny old man. If it weren't for the bamboo hat and raincoat he was wearing, he would have looked like a white-haired boy with a sharp gaze.

After a while, he calmed down as if waking up from a dream, and continued to ask: "Old sir, is this crane special?" He knew from the old man's words that it was not a white crane, so he wanted to find out about this strange bird and monster.

The old man finally showed a smile and said with a smile: "It and the panda boy on your chest are both special."

With a "boom", Yingtian's head suddenly roared!

He suddenly took a few steps back and put on a defensive posture with great vigilance: "You...you know?" He was not sure, he was just tentatively asking nervously. And, what's going on with Panda Boy?

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if I know, as long as no other person in the world knows about it." The old man looked at him calmly and said lightly.

Yingtian breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked carefully: "Do you know my father? Are you the person he said?"

The old man smiled slightly again: "I don't know who your father is, and I'm not who you say I am. However, I won't hurt you. Okay, you can use your spiritual mind to explore your body."

Yingtian still looked at the old man warily. How did he know that he had the sea of ​​consciousness and spiritual thoughts? Did he know that he was a cultivator? Then... the old man was also a cultivator!

Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and his little heart was pounding. It was as if he was in front of a terrifying giant beast. How could he not be frightened?

Under such circumstances, how could Yingtian feel confident about looking at her body in front of him?

Because there is a difference between the incorporation of spiritual consciousness into the body and the outward release of spiritual consciousness. The former cannot hear or hear the outside world and is completely defenseless, while the latter can perceive all situations outside as usual.

Seeing that he was so careful, the old man suggested: "You can go explore from a distance, it will be safer."

When Yingtian heard what he said, he was completely relieved. He said sheepishly: "No, let me take a look." After saying that, he released a ray of spiritual thought into his body.

Soon, he saw the grassland and pavilion again, as well as the motionless Two-Faced Face next to the pavilion. However, he did not see the little white rabbit Face, but was shocked to find the panda cub on Qingbi Peak.

Cub!

When did this cub get into his body? No wonder the police searched his whole body to no avail. Did it swallow the noodles in its belly?

Thinking of this, Yingtian panicked.
Chapter completed!