It was impossible to tell from which direction the cold wind came.

In the cold wind, several people had already abandoned their horses, changed into thick and warm clothes, and headed north.

Yan Xiaoyi carried Yelu Xuan on his back, while Haitang Duoduo was still holding the urn of Ku He's ashes. Li An also suggested that she hand the urn over to him, so that she could feel more at ease carrying it by herself, but she just refused and just said that she wanted the master to see all the things and scenery along the way.

The group had been walking for more than a dozen days and nights.

They are quite fast, and apart from the grandmaster, Yan Xiaoyi and Haitang Duoduo are also top figures in the world.

After crossing the North Sea, we gradually arrived at a desolate and cold area.

It was all white here, with the sky and the earth the same color, making it difficult to tell the direction. Coupled with the occasional contact with wolves following them and the howling wind, the progress of the few people began to become increasingly difficult.

Several people walked slowly on the road in the wilderness.

Suddenly, Yan Xiaoyi pulled the Xihu State Master behind him to prevent him from sliding down when he straightened up. He raised his voice as if to drown out the whistling wind and said, "Sir! Those beasts are still following us!"

He was wearing a windproof raincoat, which was not only for protection from the wind but also for protection from the snow. The beard on his face and the eyelashes on his eyelids were covered with a layer of frost, which was frozen solid and solidified together.

Even though he was in such a mess, his sharp eyes could still scan and detect the movement in the distance.

And what about wolves? The same is true.

They have a certain degree of intelligence and strategy, which allows them to survive in such an extremely cold and resource-scarce place, and they can also sense that the prey in front of them is not easy to deal with.

This was made clearer after the first encounter, which cost the lives of several companions.

Now they just surround and follow closely, hoping to wait until the prey gradually becomes exhausted from fear and cold, and then launch a final attack to feast on fresh, warm blood.

"It's not some wolf pack that's following us."

Li An tightened his big flag to prevent the cold wind from rushing back through the gaps. He squinted his eyes to adapt to the glaring paleness between heaven and earth, and replied calmly: "These are called food reserves, and they should be used as our food for advancement!"

Another half day later.

When they crossed a hill, they looked around and saw a smooth road ahead.

Li Ang stomped on the soft snow on the ground with his feet, feeling its thickness and density, and smiled slightly.

With a wave of his hand, as if with a magical skill, he conjured up a set of "equipment" that was even larger than his body - it was something similar to a sled.

No matter how many times they watched it, they were always shocked.

It is impossible for them to accept and adapt to this kind of adjustment of common sense. This is true no matter how many times they experience it.

"There is a plain ahead. Perhaps this is our last peaceful time." Li An walked to Yan Xiaoyi, took Yelu Xuan and put him on the sled, pointed behind him and said, "Please catch some animals to pull the cart. Remember, don't kill them all."

Haitang Duoduo placed the jar on the sled. With Yelu Xuan watching over it, there was no risk of it falling.

The two men nodded, tapped the soft snow with their toes, and shot backwards.

Although the snow wolf has not been tamed and its ambition is hard to eliminate, it can only pull the cart obediently under another level of power.
Those who fall behind may even be eaten.

The nights in the sky are becoming shorter and shorter, as if it is daytime when you go to bed and it is still daytime when you wake up.

When the sled reached the end of the plain, a scene that made people feel that the world was so small happened - at the foot of the mountain ahead, two silent and determined figures were waiting there.

Haitang Duoduo and Yan Xiaoyi stood up, controlling themselves, and silently looked at Fan Xian and Wang Shisanlang in front of them, with some caution.

Looking at the layer of snow on the other person's body, Li An slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Have you two been waiting for a long time?"

The obviously larger package behind the two men and the scarlet bloodstains around them all indicated that the other party's supplies were running out. Li An lightly jumped and landed in front of the two men. He sighed and his face was steaming. "I didn't expect you to come after all, and walked ahead of us."

"We set out earlier than you did, and sailed north to land outside the Northern Qi Tianguan Pass. We took a long detour, but even with all our efforts, we were only one day ahead of you."

Fan Xian seemed to have returned to his original appearance.

As he spoke and smiled, he showed calmness and gentleness, as if he had returned to being the slightly shy boy he once was.

Wang Shisanlang opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself, and in the end he just smiled.

He looked at the bags of several people with some curiosity, "Have you run out of supplies? This is a bit difficult."

He shook his head and didn't dwell on this issue.

It seemed as if Shisan Wang was hiding something for Li Ang, and the person being concealed was naturally Fan Xian.

He knew that Li An had some magical abilities, but he didn't know that Fan Xian also had some understanding of it and had done some useless work, but his intention was also to consider Li An's own.

Snowflakes were falling, and looking at these two opponents and friends, Li An decided to rest here first before moving forward.

Although the thrilling feeling on the sled just now was refreshing, the sharp and accelerating wind also made my cheeks slightly stinging and stiff.

"By the way, how did you guess that I would embark on the journey to find the temple?"

The question was addressed to the two of them, but his eyes were fixed on Fan Xian, "If you don't meet us and you two go on your own, have you ever thought about what you would do if you can't find the temple?"

Fan Xian touched his broken arm and smiled with a hint of complacency.

“That’s not hard to guess.”

"Ever since I heard that many people died in the Taiping Villa and someone with great martial arts skills broke in, I knew that the intruder must be you. That day, there was quite a commotion in the Taiping Villa. I think you have learned some of the 'information' you wanted to know, and then, you may head to the north."

Without mentioning the news from the shops in the capital that Li An was heading north, Fan Xian's face turned serious.

"But there is one thing I don't understand. I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

Li An was startled when he heard this, and looked at Fan Xian's pale face in surprise, "It seems that after going through so many things, you are no longer straightforward, and you are talking in a roundabout way. Just ask if you have anything to ask. We are now on the same path."

"I already have one arm missing. If I don't become more mature, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the other arm either."

Fan Xian smiled and responded, then glanced at Wang Shisanlang and asked, "When you and I first met in Danzhou, I was amazed at how clearly you understood everything. At that time, I didn't know about the temple, and Uncle Wuzhu had lost his memory, so I just thought it was the magic of your divination skills."

"But after I learned some things, I can be sure that you, like Uncle Wuzhu, are from the temple." "So what now?" Li An responded jokingly.

"Now, I have overturned my own conclusion."

Fan Xian's words caused the scene to fall into silence for a while.

The people around all pricked up their ears silently, and even though they were still setting up camp and arranging the rest area, they still listened attentively.

"If you are from the temple, this trip should be as easy as going home, not to mention taking the risk of going to the Taiping Villa. The letter my mother left me mentioned that there is a forbidden door there!" Fan Xian stared at Li An's eyes and said word by word: "What is inside there?"

Li An took out some steaming food from the space, which made Fan Xian's eyes widen.

In the past two days, he and Wang Shisanlang had been eating raw animal flesh and blood, so how could they have hot food that was delicious? His stomach started to growl.

Without answering Fan Xian's question, Li An just shook his head slightly.

“Perhaps, it’s better for you not to know.”

"It was indeed me and Master Ku He who broke into Taiping Villa earlier. Now, I am the only one in the world who knows the secret. Moreover, I plan to take this secret to my grave. I hope you understand!"

Perhaps he sensed Li Ang's intentions, and surprisingly, Fan Xian did not ask any further questions.

Seeing Li Ang extending his hand, he subconsciously took the food handed to him by Li Ang and fell silent.

A few people just sat in the tent, listening to the whistling wind outside and eating to replenish calories.

After a long while, Fan Xian swallowed the noodles in his mouth and asked quietly, "Since it is inconvenient for me to know about the Taiping Villa, what about the temple? Will you stop me from going there?"

"That's where your mother came from, so you are naturally qualified to know." Li An coughed twice and said calmly: "I told you, now we are on the same path."

It's really strange.

Since Li An is not from the temple, he is so sure that he can or is "qualified" to access and understand the things in the temple.
Doesn't this seem contradictory?
"How do you know about the things in the temple? You already knew these before you entered Taiping Villa, right?"

Suddenly, the true energy in Li Ang's body fluctuated.

That posture seemed like a precursor to an attack.

In an instant, everyone in the tent stopped eating and stared at the two of them silently, as if wondering how they could have ended up falling out after being so nicely talked about just now?

This question cannot be answered by a simple divination.

Ang Lee has the answer, but he can't say it.

Finally, he said something that only Fan Xian could understand, "I am the only one who truly traveled through time."

With a whoosh, Fan Xian stood up.

He was shocked, and pointed his only remaining arm at Li Ang, but then seemed to feel it was inappropriate and retracted it, neither moving nor moving, not knowing where to put it.

And Ang Lee continued: "Sometimes, I really can't tell whether this world is real or not. It's like a dream, but this dream is intermittent. Except that my body is still warm and my heart is still beating, I even doubt whether I am real or not."

Li Ang's words made Fan Xian unconsciously waver.

Just when he didn't know how to express his feelings, Yelu Xuan, who was holding a water bag and drinking hot milk, spoke up. He smiled and said, "As long as the thoughts are still your own, why bother about whether they are true or false?"

Oh, although there are differences, they lead to the same goal.

Isn’t this exactly the meaning of “I think, therefore I am”?
Li An didn't feel comforted at all. He was indeed curious about the temple, but wasn't it because he had something strange in his mind that he decided to go there?

Fan Xian thought of a possibility, and combined it with his own memories and the young and weak arm he saw when he "woke up", his expression gradually became strange.

As if all his strength had been drained away, he fell down on the fur, unable to speak for a long time.

When the curtain was opened, another gust of snow flew in. Li Ang threw the used tableware in his hand out, thinking that if these things were discovered by some archaeologists many years later, would they also begin to doubt how these utensils appeared in this place?

Just thinking about this scene is interesting.

The cold wind swept through, causing the temperature in the tent to drop sharply by a few degrees, but no one protested. They were still immersed in Li Ang's words and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

Seeing that there was some silence in the room, Li An waved his hand, looked at the shaking Fan Xian, and asked casually: "How is your injury? If you hadn't met me this time, it would have been difficult for you to make it to the temple."

As soon as he met Fan Xian, Li An noticed that there was something wrong with him.

The wound on his arm was impossible to reattach under the current conditions, and restoration was a luxury, but fortunately the wound healed very well and there was no infection. But Fan Xian's problem was not with the broken arm, but the injury inside it.

Fortunately, Fan Xian is not a swordsman who makes a living with his sword. Although his arm is disabled, it is not a fatal blow. What really makes others afraid of him is his ability to use poison.

"There's nothing wrong with my arm, and it's recovering pretty well now."

Fan Xian chuckled indifferently. That was the price he paid for pursuing the truth and carrying out his will. He could accept it and let it go. "As for the internal injuries, I have been using drugs to support myself for some time."

"Is the medicine running low?"

Li An took out the pills and handed them to Fan Xian, "I haven't seen you take any medicine before or after meals, so I guess there shouldn't be much left. Take these pills, they should be enough to last you until you see your Uncle Wu Zhu."

"Thank you."

Without caring what the medicine was, Fan Xian took it and swallowed it. After a moment, he felt that the disease in his stomach had been relieved a little, which was obviously very effective.

He circulated the true qi of the "Nameless Sword Technique" for a while to dispel the hidden injuries left by the domineering true qi. His face became even more rosy, no longer as pale as before.

Feeling a little better, he was even in the mood to joke: "Looks like I have to practice one-armed swordsmanship like Jing Wuming in the future, hahahaha!"

Li An also raised the corner of his mouth, and the two smiled at each other, silently savoring this joke that only the two of them could understand.

Ignoring the surprised looks of the rest of the crowd, this is the connection between fellow Chinese people. Perhaps, they are the last ethnic minority in this world, and they are the same kind!

Smile away grudges.

Where can we find so many swords and sabers?
They are just tiny reptiles in this vast universe.
It's so unworthy of mention.
So small. (End of this chapter)