Although the Northern Qin region is located in the north, it is really not considered a far north region. Because the reproduction of human race requires suitable soil, and food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Therefore, the Northern Qin Dynasty can only be said to be a general term for countries located in the north. There are millions of Northern Qin people living here, reproduction and endless life.

Only by passing through the entire area where the Northern Qin is located and continuing to head north can it be called the "Northern Pole".

But in this so-called northern polar region, it is cold and cold, and no grass grows. No matter the mountains, rivers, etc., it is all frozen soil, ruins, and ruins that are not suitable for human survival...

Even the mountains and rivers that are visible to the naked eye are covered with snow all year round, and are steep and rugged, making it difficult to climb. The streams, rivers, wilderness, jungles, etc. under the mountains and rivers are all covered by frost and snow, and are covered in stagnation.

The endless white fog and cold wind whistled, and the world seemed to be vast, with nothing there. Only cold and loneliness seemed to last forever and remain unchanged forever.

It's in this northern polar region.

At the foot of an unknown frozen mountain, a hut suddenly appeared in the vast pile of rocks covered by white snow and cold wind.

This thatched hut is quite thick, with a large number of iron and wood branches mixed with mud and stone, and covered with various colorful animal skins, which are tight inside and out. Although it is in a harsh place where the weather is cold and freezing, it seems to be able to be retained for a long time.

However, except for this lonely thatched hut, the entire hundreds or even thousands of miles are all white, with cold wind and frost raging and noisy. Even if someone really lives here, he may not be able to take a step.

No one knows the meaning of this thatched hut. I don’t know when it was, and when this hut was found, it was like an "old stone" in the snow and ice, abandoned here alone...

suddenly!

Bus of smoke floated from the thatched hut.

At this moment.

In this hut thatched hut that is difficult to survive, a young man lying on a simple animal-skin stone bed slowly opened his eyes.

The young man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, thick hands and thick feet, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Although he is a little childish, his appearance reveals a wild and tough look.

"who I am?"

When the boy woke up, his first thought was to ask himself in confusion.

He rubbed his forehead, then became energetic and jumped up suddenly, looking agile.

Standing steadily beside the stone bed, the boy looked around.

This thatched hut looks old all over the eyes, with tables and chairs, pots and pans, as well as daily necessities such as stoves, buckets and tanks.

In addition, the four walls of the house are covered with various strange patterns. Some are hunting scenes, some are like sacrificial sacrifices, and some are like scribbling randomly.

The boy's eyes moved to the wooden table beside the bed.

There is a rough piece of paper on the wooden table with a few words written in black:

My name is Bing Zhui, and I have lived here for generations, don't forget...

"Bing Zhui? My name is Bing Zhui?" the young man murmured to himself.

At this moment.

There seems to be a memory, because when I saw this name, it faintly appeared like a fragment, and it appeared in the mind of the young man Feng Zhui.

After just a few breaths, the young man Feng Zhui's eyes became brighter, no longer as confused and confused as he had just woken up.

"So I'm Bing Zhui. I know, and I can't forget it again in the future."

Bing Zhui whispered silently in his heart.

Then, he took a deep breath and strode towards the wall on the other side.

On the wall, an animal horn bow hung.

This beast-horned bow is surprisingly large. It is like two goats' sharp horns, showing a thrilling and sharp arc. The bow string is yellow and bright, thicker than the fingers, and hard as made of gold and iron.

Bing Zhui was about eight feet tall, and he was a rare tall body among human teenagers of this age. But the goat horn bow in front of him was completely larger than his height.

The bow body has a rough shape, thick and large shape, which is extremely amazing.

But when Bing Zhui looked at this big bow, he was like seeing his closest companion, not caring about the thickness of the goat horn bow, and took it directly in his hand and carried it behind his back.

Then, as usual, Feng Zhui opened the door with force and walked out of the house with a goat's horn on his back.

The whistling cold wind, with ice slag, hit Feng Zhui's face. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and adapt to the environment outside the house.

Bing Zhui was wearing an ordinary animal skin robe, with patches everywhere. Although it was not thin, it could only be said to be covered, and it was definitely not warm.

But the boy didn't feel the biting cold at all. He just stomped his feet slightly, moved his limbs, and still strided forward as usual.

Actually, he didn't know where he was going.

Walking out of the house like this is to follow your incomplete memories and take it for granted. Secondly, it is because I am indeed hungry and urgently need to find food.

But in this vast land of ice and snow, there are frost, frozen mountains and rivers, covered streams, jungle and rock piles, etc., where can I find food?

After walking for more than ten miles in the howling cold wind, Bing Zhui stopped.

He looked up at the surroundings, and it was still white and could not see anything.

But he seemed to remember something, closed his eyes and murmured silently in his heart.

Instantly.

Bing Zhui opened his eyes and a strange light flashed from his eyes.

At the same time, what this young man saw in front of him was completely different.

It was a vast white area before, but now there are many birds and beasts, movement trajectories, traces of residence, etc.

This is a unique talent, or magical power.

Bing Zhui knew what to do, and after calmly watching, he strides forward again.

About half an hour later.

The young man named Feng Zhui carried a goat's horn bow and returned with big strolls.

In his hands, he was holding a mountain eagle, three white rabbits and a young fox, all of which were killed.

After returning to the hut, Bingzhai slaughtered very skillfully, plucked the hair and peeled it. Then he boiled the bones and cooked the meat pieces, everything was orderly and still the same as usual.

After some busy schedule, the stove in the hut was burning and warm. Bing Zhui sat at the wooden table, drank soup and meat, and filled his stomach with voracious food.

The eagle meat, rabbit meat, fox meat and soup were all eaten clean. Bingzhui breathed out a breath of heat and began to clean up.

Suddenly, his movements paused, and it seemed that he remembered something again.

Then the boy used the remaining little bone blood residue and his fingers to twitch the useless bone blood residue, quickly turning the useless bone blood residue into a "trap".

The "trap" looks like a blood-colored little trap, thrown in the corner by being chased.

After a moment, many terrifyingly venomous snakes, black rats, scorpions, and finally centipedes came out from somewhere.

These hideous and terrifying poisons rushed into the blood-colored small trap.

Bing Zhui looked at him calmly, with a smile on his lips.

In the end, all the poisons that fell into the trap turned into a pool of poisonous juice in Bing Zhui's hands. Then all the poisonous juices were integrated into the peeled animal skin and nailed outside the hut by Bing Zhui, forming another layer of cover.

In fact, Bing Zhui didn't know why he did this, but in his memory, everything was so normal.

What you do is as skilled as daily, and it comes naturally.

Perhaps this thatched hut was built bit by bit...

After eating and drinking, after doing what he had done, Bing Zhui sat cross-legged beside the stove, and a look of thought appeared in his eyes.

He thought for a few hours before getting up.

He then walked away from the hut with his goat horn bow, and walked towards the distance step by step, facing the whistling cold wind all over the sky, and stepped into the white snow deep into his knees.

The young man Feng chased him and kept sleeping. He walked all night and another day, until another evening came, and then stopped and looked at the distance.

A strange light flashed in his eyes.

All the paths in front of him were shrouded, covered, and covered in ice, wind and frost, and were truly revealed in his eyes.

There is no illusion, the truth is seen!

At this moment, Bing Zhui was standing on the edge of a cliff.

Just take another step forward and you will be a deep abyss.

If it weren't for the truth seen in your eyes, then the place where you stepped on it was still covered with snow, you could not see any cliffs or abyss.

Moreover, what is even more bizarre is that although the abyss in front of Bing Zhui is bottomless and terrifying, it is vaguely lit with a thin "path" like an ice sculpture that leads straight to the opposite side.

There is also a cliff opposite, but behind the cliff, the mountains overlap and surrounded by mountains, shrouded in the unknown fog.

The young man named Feng Zhui did not hesitate, took a deep breath, stepped out of the cliff, and stepped accurately on the "ice line" path that seemed to not exist.

Then, step by step, walking towards the opposite side steadily and firmly.

In fact, Bing Zhui at this moment is also doing all the things he should do based on his heart and memory.

He did this in the past, but now he should do this.

I don’t know how far I walked, but night began to fall.

In this northern polar region, even at night, there is a hazy light covering the world. There are also various indescribable illusions that pass through the sky at all times.

Bing Zhui finally finished the "ice line" path and stepped onto the opposite side.
To be continued...