"The little monk went down the mountain to fast, and the old monk explained that the woman under the mountain is a tiger, and she must avoid it if she meets it." With a burst of cheerful singing echoing in the vast snow-capped mountains, I saw a little monk in a bright red robe strolling through the snow-capped jungle. This little monk is not very old, a bright head is particularly dazzling, this little monk does not have a thick snow and walks hard, I saw that when his figure swayed, the figure had slipped out of the snow several feet away.

He came to a meandering stream, surrounded by snow, but the stream was murmuring, and the water was as clear as a jade belt. The blue sky was reflected in the stream, and from time to time the dazzling snow light reflected from both sides of the stream.

"Alas, it is said that the woman under the mountain is a tiger, but the little monk has never encountered any of them. If you don't quit, don't quit, are you unlucky, you haven't even touched a little lady, it's better to change the name of the law to quit. It's not good, the dead bald donkey, saying that there is a god in Changbai Mountain, but until now, he hasn't even met a long worm. It is said that Lingshan Xiuyun can raise a person, and this little lady of Changbai Mountain should also be tender and beautiful. ”

This little monk is the one who does not quit, he can't stop nagging, at this time he has reached the foot of Changbai Mountain, he walked up the stream that flows down from Changbai Mountain. He seemed to be in a good mood, and he enjoyed the excellent scenery of the snow drifting in the north along the way, and the snow was everywhere, and the cold air surged towards him from time to time, but the cold air had no effect on him at all.

A slight sound of "sand" reached his ears, and he didn't seem to care, but slowed his pace. He put his feet on the thick ice and walked along the bank of the stream. At this moment, a chilling sharp edge suddenly shot out from the woods beside the stream.

A masked man in a white cloak shot out from the woods with a cold scimitar in his hand, and the scimitar rolled up with a strong killing intent and instantly came to the little monk's side. But the little monk didn't look at it, he stretched out his fat hand like white jade and grabbed it gently.

The white-clothed masked man showed a hint of cruelty in his eyes, and the scimitar in his hand made a sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air. However, when the scimitar in the hand of the white-clothed masked man was about to stab the body of the undisciplined little monk, he paused. The figure of his fierce shot also stopped, and he only felt the scimitar in his hand sink, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of disbelief, because he clearly saw that the little monk in the bright red robe tightly clasped the scimitar in his hand in his palm.

With a "bang", the scimitar made a crisp breaking sound, and the broken blade fell into the little monk's left hand as if it had eyes. As soon as the little monk caught the broken blade with his left hand, he just waved it so lightly, and the broken blade immediately let out a sharp sound and shot into the chest of the white-clothed masked man, and the broken blade passed through the chest of the white-clothed masked man, bringing up a sliver of bright red blood.

"The ninjas of Fuso Country also appeared here, which was interesting and interesting. It is said that Fusang people are lustful and lustful, and where there are Fusang people, there will be beautiful little ladies. Little monk my luck seems to be good, see if there are other Fuso ninjas, it is best to have a gentle and affectionate little lady, then the little monk I like the most. He didn't stop saying with words in his mouth, and without looking at the white-clad masked man with angry eyes and dead eyes, he swept towards the woods.

As soon as the little monk entered the forest, he was greatly disappointed, because he did not see the gentle and lovely little lady he was looking forward to, but saw some natives dressed very savagely. Then he saw several more masked men in white, holding the same scimitar in their hands as the masked man in white. He didn't know what this group of Fuso ninjas had to do with this group of savage natives, and he didn't know what these people were doing in this forest.

He didn't see the little lady he expected, which made him feel some inexplicable anger, it was some barbarian natives in animal skins, and those ninjas from Fuso Country. He felt that he should teach them some lesson, and his figure rushed into the crowd like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Shuhu Yanjiang took the few remaining Black Tiger Clansmen to the woods not far from the tribe's station, which he had negotiated with his tribesmen, as long as the plan was successful, he led the rest of the Black Tiger Tribe's warriors to rush to the Wanyan tribe's station. Then, when he stepped into the woods, he was dumbfounded, and the warriors of the clan hid in the snow and wailed, while the white-clothed ninjas were already dead in anger. He was stunned all of a sudden, he didn't expect that the tribal warriors he had gathered with great difficulty would now have a lot of land left. What frightened him the most was that his greatest help, the group of ninjas in white, had no one alive.

"A little monk in a bright red robe?" As he listened to the accounts of several lightly injured people, he couldn't help but mutter. He felt that his luck was too bad, he didn't know this little monk who suddenly appeared, and he hadn't heard of it, and he didn't know where this monk was sacred. He didn't offend this little monk either, there had never been any little monk in the Wuhu tribe, which made him very frustrated, what ambitions, what lofty ambitions, at this moment turned into a cloud of smoke, turned into nothing.

The dispute was soon over, a dispute bred by ambition was soon drowned in this snow, Changbai Mountain is still the same Changbai Mountain, and nothing has changed because of the gap between the tribes, the only thing that has changed is that there are a few more corpses that are about to turn into ice under the thick snow.

The Wanyan tribe still has to deal with the aftermath, and after Wanyan Dashan just explained some things to Yan Yan, he hurriedly got busy again. Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying, who couldn't help but be shocked, were left behind, and Wan Yanyan was obviously relieved, and she also expressed her gratitude for Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying's help. As for Ling Tianyun's request, although Wan Yanyan was a little embarrassed, she finally agreed to his request.

"I didn't expect that there really was a divine dragon in this Changbai Mountain, and I always thought that this was only in mythology. Your Wanyan tribe has been stationed in Changbai Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years, is it because of the divine dragon of Changbai Mountain? After a series of events, the barrier between Ling Tianyun and Wan Yan Yan was quickly broken, and along the way, Ling Tianyun kept asking Wan Yan Yan about the legend of the Divine Dragon.

"Not necessarily, the ancestors of our Wanyan tribe have been blessed by the divine dragon in Changbai Mountain, so the wise men of our Wanyan tribe think that Changbai Mountain is the thriving place of our Wanyan tribe. The station of our tribe is called Huanglong Town, which should be named after the dragon, but in fact, for the dragon, the records in the tribe are not detailed, but some are occasionally mentioned. The dragon's roar not long ago should have come from the dragon. Wan Yan Yan restored the outfit that Ling Tianyun had when she first met her, wearing an emerald green long skirt, showing her perfect figure to the fullest.

Ling Tianyun didn't pay attention to the changes in Wan Yan Yan, his mind was already on the divine dragon in the Heavenly Pond of Changbai Mountain. "Is it only in Tianchi that there is a trace of the divine dragon, and there has never been a divine dragon in other places in Changbai Mountain, what does this divine dragon look like?" He asked curiously. Zhong Jianying was obviously not interested in the conversation between Ling Tianyun and Wan Yan Yan, he was still cold and arrogant, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"The ancestral records of the tribe are like this, and only Tianchi has seen traces of the divine dragon. There is no record of this in other places, and according to legend, Changbai Mountain and Kunlun in the Western Regions are connected to a dragon vein, where you can absorb dragon qi and get dragon luck. That is to say, what you Han people call luck does not refer to personal luck, but to national luck, and those who have dragon luck can win the world. Of course, our Wanyan tribe people do not believe in this, and the mission of our Wanyan tribe is to unify the Jurchen tribe, strengthen the Jurchen tribe, and then overthrow the rule of the Khitans. ”

For Wan Yanyan's unreserved words, Ling Tianyun was still faintly surprised when he heard it. What kind of national fortune, what kind of dragon luck wins the world, he doesn't know how much he has heard about this, isn't it the same with the four ancient martial arts sects, and isn't it the same with the treasure of Huang Gong. Whether it is dragon qi, the four ancient martial arts sects, or the jade seal and the treasure of the Yellow Dragon, they are all the keys to dominating the world. But is that really the case, he doesn't believe that the world is not so good, and to truly dominate the world, he believes that it is not just those three key things.

"Alas, how is it about the world, can the legends of this world be a little fresh." Ling Tianyun said helplessly.

Regarding Ling Tianyun's helpless expression, Zhong Jianying was deeply convinced, and he looked at the young man in Xuanyi with a sad look in his eyes. Feeling Zhong Jianying's compassionate gaze, Ling Tianyun put his hand on the other party's shoulder and said, "I said, Brother Zhong, are you secretly thinking about getting a little dragon luck, and then seek the world for the descendants of your Zhong family." ”

"Go, go, go, I know you very well!" Zhong Jianying unceremoniously knocked Ling Tianyun's hand off, and he paused and said disdainfully to the other party. For Ling Tianyun's shameless behavior like hooking shoulders and backs, he had already seen through it, so he would not let the other party succeed.

"Alas, how can we say that we have come all the way to this Changbai Mountain, do you really not have any interest in this dragon qi?" Ling Tianyun naturally didn't give up, and he asked Zhong Jianying again. But in response to him, Zhong Jianying was silent, which made him very hurt, and there was a thug next to him who was no less powerful than him, but he was not used by him, which made him very uncomfortable. The dragon luck of Changbai Mountain, he naturally wanted to get it, but he was not for himself, he thought of his brother Chai Rong who was far away in the imperial capital of the Great Zhou, if he gave this dragon luck to Chai Rong, then at least the Great Zhou had a better chance of winning in the game of dominating the world.

Although he didn't believe much in those absurd legends, he really heard the sound of the dragon's roar, and he had some heartbeat in his heart, Ye Yinfeng was nowhere to be found in his eyes, Zhong Jianying's strength was on par with him, so he was naturally the best target to use. But he didn't expect Zhong Jianying to respond to his shamelessness a long time ago, and hit back at himself with silence. Zhong Jianying's heart is naturally clear to him, the Northern Han Kingdom is a small country, no matter how lucky he is, it is impossible to dominate the world, as for Zhong Jianying, he is not here.

"Wait a minute, someone looks like they're coming!" Zhong Jianying, who was silent, suddenly frowned, and he whispered to Ling Tianyun and Wan Yanyan.

Several figures in ornate robes swept down the mountain towards the mountain, led by a burly old man in his fifties wearing a high crown, and the old man wore a simple sword under his gorgeous belt. The old man was followed by several young swordsmen with the same long swords hanging from their waists and extraordinary faces. They stepped on the planks of the ski, and their bodies rose lightly, shuttling freely in the snow.

This group of people is obviously not the same as those Fuso ninjas, but their decoration is also too different from the Han of the Central Plains, their faces are very delicate, and there are some similarities, which should be the result of acquired makeup. This group of people also exuded a powerful aura, especially the old man, who was surrounded by majestic qi, and the momentum of a sect master was spontaneously formed. The high-crowned old man did not step on the skis and board, but swept towards the peak with his own internal strength.