Chapter 2648: Thousands of Mountains, Evening Snow

Rather than saying he couldn't resist that pair of charming eyes, couldn't resist the demoness's plea, Jiang Anan was more willing to believe the reason he brought the Sanfen Xiang Lou demoness along was because he truly couldn't defeat her...

They still went up the snow mountain together.

Accidental patches of green dotted the vast expanse of white. Two people and one dog, like walking on rice paper, were a moving scene in a painting.

"Master Xiao Yun said he didn't hear any secrets, which I'm actually willing to believe."

Meiyue said as she walked, "But this matter is too important, I really can't relax... To reassure Bishop Liu, to reassure Sanfen Xiang Lou, I must watch you for a while to prevent you from leaking secrets."

She looked at Jiang Anan: "Master Xiao Yun, can you understand?"

"I can't understand," Jiang Anan said in a muffled voice, "But I can't beat you, so I can only accept."

"Thank you for your understanding," Meiyue smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Is Mei Yue-gege's obsession with Shengdong Peak because you rarely saw snow in your childhood?" Jiang Anan asked.

She instinctively felt that the person in front of her would not harm her, otherwise she would have already called out "brother come." But walking in the Jianghu, necessary vigilance and probing were essential. Whether there was a problem or not, she would just probe for details, which could also be considered as increasing her knowledge about her "opponent."

"In childhood?" Meiyue walked against the snow, her voice quiet and vague, "In my childhood, I lived in a very large valley, very, very large. I thought the world was that valley. The sky was always like that, sometimes with clouds, sometimes without. Until one day... I saw snow."

"It was too clean, too beautiful, like a white lotus blooming on Tianshan... It wasn't a flower that belonged to the valley. And it really melted when it fell to the ground."

"Later, I heard that there was unmelted snow in the world, and I always wanted to come and see."

"You know... no time."

"No, not no time. It's that I often forget the mood of that time."

"I once had a childlike heart."

"Sometimes I feel tired." This woman laughed as if dancing with the cold wind, "I already know that the world is not a valley, but inside and outside the valley, there is no difference."

This was a face too beautiful.

This was a smile too brilliant.

Jiang Anan felt she was like a ball of fire burning in the vast snowfield.

Perhaps... no man in the world could resist her.

"How can there be no difference?" Jiang Anan said, "I used to stay at home all the time. This time, I went out to travel the Jianghu and only then discovered that the Jianghu is not the same as described in books."

"Are the books wrong?" Meiyue smiled and asked.

Jiang Anan said in a mature tone, "The books are also right. But only when you experience it yourself will you understand what the Jianghu is. Everyone has their own Jianghu."

She then took the initiative to comfort her, "The valley must have been like spring all year round, right?"

Meiyue murmured in memory, "Yes, that was a very beautiful place. Everything was red... red flowers climbed all over the hillside. There were also many cute small animals, ugly, strange, and bizarre. Yes, it was like spring all year round there. I spent many springs there. Finally, I walked out alone."

"I also walked out of my home alone," Jiang Anan resonated greatly, "People grow up and always have to learn to face the wind and rain alone."

Meiyue glanced at her: "Miss home?"

"Miss," Jiang Anan was very honest about this, "Often."

Meiyue said, "I once knew a very important person. At that time, he also lived in the valley, lived in a huge illusion. I wanted to tell him that this world is not all the appearance he saw. I wanted him to know that life has many differences, and right and wrong have many answers. I thought we were the same kind of people, and I thought about seeing all the scenery we hadn't seen together."

She looked at Jiang Anan, "But you can also see the scenery by yourself, right?"

"Like the eternal Shengdong?" Jiang Anan asked.

Meiyue opened her hands and embraced this vast white, "Like this unmelted snow."

Jiang Anan laughed, "Then this time, we came to see it together."

Meiyue turned her head, smiled, and looked at her, "Let's go, let's go!"

The fog and frost were vast, the jade trees and coral flowers, and the beauties like beautiful scenery, all entered the painting.

"Good scenery!"

Fu Huan sat cross-legged on the mountaintop stone platform, overlooking the snowy ridge, "Two absolute beauties add much color to this painting."

The disguise technique transmitted from Zhao Wuyan, of course, could not hide from Fu Huan's eyes.

Jiang Anan, who was nineteen years old this year, was already a "daughter grown up in my home." Perhaps it was the immortal qi of the Yun Kingdom that nurtured people, her facial features were much more outstanding than her elder brother's.

In childhood, she was like carved jade, and when she grew up, she was even more beautiful, otherwise Huang Sheri would not have liked playing with her so much.

It was just that she was usually always bustling about, dressed like a tomboy, which often made people ignore her beauty.

Among the disciples of the same generation in Lingxiao Pavilion, countless people had affections for her.

The cold white and snowy Xie Ai sat waiting aside, like a beautiful ice sculpture, only when pouring wine did her beautiful eyes shine on the snow, piercing three points with coldness, showing some vitality.

She, of course, was also an absolute top beauty. In Huang Sheri's absolute beauty list, she was numbered Liuli, meaning beautiful and fragile, describing her unique broken beauty.

On the small square table, there was more than one wine cup.

Opposite Fu Huan, there was still a vacant seat.

Looking throughout the entire Li Kingdom, only Hong Junyan could sit down and drink with Fu Huan like this.

Wei Qingpeng, Meng Lingxiao, and the like were his subordinates who followed him in the past.

Guan Daoquan, who once single-handedly supported the alliance of the five northwestern countries, was also supported by him to confront the Jing Kingdom, and arranged by him to raise the five countries and merge into Li.

And outside the Li Kingdom, there were not many people who could have an equal dialogue with Fu Huan and make Fu Huan stop his cup here to wait...

Xie Ai silently poured two cups of wine.

With the experience of Ning Daoru's false body and Ying Yunian's bequest, she ascended to Dongzhen on New Year's Eve night, almost naturally. Going further, there was still hope, but ultimately it was vague. Like at this moment, she was searching for those few slowly moving black dots on that boundless snowy ridge.

If everything in the vast vision was a possibility, her absolute peak possibility also existed in those tiny dots. To truly grasp it, in addition to exhausting all efforts, she still needed heaven's favor and good luck.

And this was what Feather Heart Bishop Zhu Jingchuan, Frost Union Bishop Liu Yanzhao, and others dreamed of.

The so-called difficulty of cultivation, one must truly see the truth of the world to truly see it.

Xie Ai silently thought about matters of the heart, matters of cultivation, matters of family and country. Suddenly, like a spring breeze brushing her face, she glanced at the mountain green in a trance.

A man with a jade crown tying his hair, as if a condensation of the mountain color, just appeared on the mountaintop like that. Lightly fluttering his clothes, he sat down leisurely, smiling as he looked at the opposite Fu Huan, what a master's demeanor!

"Fu Jun's elegant taste! I am lucky to see beautiful scenery today." The newcomer seemed to be appreciating the scenery, with an unspeakable leisurely posture: "Thousands of mountains in the evening snow, vast layers of clouds."

Xie Ai, of course, heard clearly that this sentence was reversed.

The original poem's original sentence cut off the latter half, which was "only the shadow goes to whom."

And the former half about to be led out...

"Jun should have words!"

Did he come over this time to get some answers?

Xie Ai inexplicably thought of that year's Yellow River meeting, and then thought of Er Zhu He, and then thought of the next Yellow River meeting...

Fu Huan smiled slightly, "Indeed there is beautiful scenery to accompany the wine, but the wine is not good to drink alone. Jiang Jun has come from afar, so please drink this cup first."

Jiang Wang did not decline, raised his cup and touched it lightly, then smiled and drank it all.

He placed the empty cup on the table, and Xie Ai silently refilled it.

Fu Huan then said, "Jiang Jun has many noble affairs, it's been a long time! The former Great Wall already has flying snow, and the thousand-year ice and frost freeze the spring cold. Matters of the past rely on it, meeting today is a stroke of luck, I don't know what advice you have?"

"Dare not say advice!" Jiang Wang laughed, "I came to ask Zhenjun Fu today."

Fu Huan savored the wine fragrance for a while, his eyes smiling, "Oh?"

"Jiang is interested in refining demons and has been seeking traces of demons for a long time. There is a holy demon in the world who hates and kills Confucian traces, which I often wonder about," Jiang Wang said, "In the battle to encircle and kill the holy demon monarch that year, Frost Immortal Jun participated and made extremely heavy contributions. She was taught by you, and you also handled the aftermath... So before coming, I wanted to understand a thing or two."

There is no wrong note, no wrong move, no wrong inner meaning, no wrong implication, no wrong look!

Actually, when Jiang Wang decided to deal with Seven Hates, he just planned to come and ask Fu Huan for information about the holy demon monarch. But he always wanted to find a suitable time to ask without leaving a trace, so as to avoid Seven Hates' gaze... He did not expect that this wait would lead to the collapse of 'Li Beng Le Hua Sheng Mo Gong'.

It can only be said that in the world, there is not only Jiang Wang, but also heroes emerging from generation to generation in the human race. Dare to draw a sword against Seven Hates, Zuo Qiu Wu is not the first, nor the last.

Now that they had openly contended once in Diligent Study Academy, Jiang Wang no longer concealed it, simply laid out his cards, and came directly to ask.

This sentence "refining demons as interest" made Fu Huan speechless for a while.

Exterminating demons is not a simple matter. It is a profound bloody chapter in history time and time again!

Not to mention anything else, the battle in which Xu Qiuci was destroyed in body and soul by the holy demon monarch, how many years did it delay Hong Junyan's return?

Hong Junyan's plan of "striving for hegemony in the future" should have started at the first Qi Xia contention. If Xu Qiuci could have lived until that time, he would not have had to just guard the top of the eternal Shengdong peak and watch the timing pass.

"'Li Beng Le Hua Sheng Mo Gong' was not already destroyed by Zuo Qiu Wu in Diligent Study Academy? The holy demon was also wiped out with it. Zhenjun Jiang personally participated in that battle, and should be clearer than I am about the details." Fu Huan was a little curious, "Why are you still studying the holy demon?"

Going to the entire Taixu Illusion and publicly visiting Diligent Study Academy pushed the prestige of Taixu Pavilion to a new height.

He, Fu Huan, also entered Taixu Illusion for the first time to watch.

Compared to others who focused on discussing the authority space of Taixu Pavilion, or Zuo Qiu Wu's sacrifice for Diligent Study Academy... He was more concerned about the terrifying growth speed of these members of Taixu Pavilion—

Sometimes, truly observing the trendsetters of this era can give one a true feeling for this era of extreme sublimation in the human path.

Someone has already shouted out the era slogan "far sail all worlds, prosperous through generations", thinking that this is an unprecedented new era that will surpass all others.

This, of course, is the courage given by Ying Yunian, Huang Weizhen, and other contemporary transcendents, and also the confidence in the future brought by Jiang Wang and others.

Jiang Wang sat still, smiling as he welcomed the mountain wind, "Zhenjun Fu should know my intention. Although Jiang is not talented, he does not take the absolute peak as a taboo. This time, my intention is not for the holy demon."

Not for the holy demon, then it is for Seven Hates.

Jiang Wang actually truly takes Seven Hates, this demon among demons, as his opponent!

What kind of courage is this.

Fu Huan sat alone on the eternal Shengdong peak for several thousand years, his Dao heart was already as firm as unmelted ice for ten thousand years, yet he was also inevitably moved.

"The holy demon who died earlier was the fallen demon spirit of the great Confucian Wei Shengfeng of Diligent Study Academy— he was originally supposed to succeed Wu Zhai Xue's position that year, but fell as the holy demon monarch. But he himself resisted the monarch position, trapped before falling. How he specifically became like that, I am also not clear. I don't know if Zuo Qiu Wu left any notes in the academy."

Fu Huan slowly narrated, "As for the holy demon monarch that Qiuci faced that year, that was actually a quite ancient existence. At least before the myth era, he became a holy demon monarch. If it weren't for the restraint of the demon monarch position, he would have also had hope for transcendence. That battle that year..."

The great position of demon monarch is a support for those with insufficient aptitude. It can make them step up to the sky and join the ranks of the strongest heavenly demons.

For those with absolute talent, it is a restraint. Because ascending to the great position of demon monarch means only one transcendent possibility— the unity of eight bodies, the return of the demon ancestor.

Transcendence, but the transcendent is not oneself. To be eternally bound in the demon ancestor's destiny is a kind of forced immortality.

And which person pushed to the great position of demon monarch is not an absolute top existence?

Since ancient times, only Wu Zhai Xue escaped this restraint!

Regarding the battle in which Frost Immortal Jun Xu Qiuci, North Heavenly Master Wu Daoyou, and others surrounded and killed the holy demon monarch that year, Fu Huan did not hide the details he knew. Of course, as a person who went afterwards to collect the body, and could not even collect the body, only picked up some ice crystal fragments, he was definitely not more detailed than eyewitnesses like Wu Daoyou.

"Thank you, Zhenjun Fu," Jiang Wang sincerely thanked him and said, "I still have one matter, please see Zhenjun Meng Lingxiao... I trouble Zhenjun Fu to transmit on my behalf."

Fu Huan looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly laughed, "It's also a coincidence, Meng Lingxiao just recently returned from rotating defense in the demon world, and is currently in the country. I will invite him immediately— I don't know why Zhenjun Jiang is seeking him?"

Jiang Wang's attitude was still gentle, his voice warm, "Zhenjun Meng is also my senior, junior requests to see senior, naturally also for asking for advice."

Saying that, he turned his head.

But he saw heavenly light shining on the snow, a dazzling white flash, which then turned into a horizontal archway.

Meng Lingxiao stepped out of this door, as if from above a mountain of books, from within a literary courtyard, from the Donghua Golden List where successful candidates were proclaimed— only the world's most excellent Confucian students could take this name, it is said that it has not been taken for over a hundred years, usually by young people under thirty.

The Chu Kingdom, which is very close to the mountain of books, has reformed its official examinations in recent years and borrowed some names from the internal assessments of the Confucian Sect. They also list a golden list, divide it into three grades, and call them successful candidates, even setting up a "Dragon Gate" to "pay tribute" to Dragon Gate Academy...

Of course, the Chu Kingdom's official examinations emphasize the examinee's official path cultivation more and do not adhere to what Four Books and Five Classics.

Thousands of years of ice did not kill Meng Lingxiao's vitality, he was still as brilliant as the proud son of the initial snow plains.

It was just that the person sitting in front of him was the proud son among proud sons, vaguely even the representative of the era.

So he took the initiative to bow, "Zhenjun Jiang—"

Jiang Wang got up and held him, his face smiling, "Are you well, Jun? Jiang is presumptuous to request to see you, as there is a matter to ask."

Meng Lingxiao conveniently grasped his arm, like half-brothers, his face overflowing with a warm smile, "We are all friends, what's with the politeness! Whatever instructions Zhenjun Jiang has, just say them. On the snow plain, I can still make some decisions. If not, there is still Zhenjun Fu here!"

After all, he was several thousand years old, and even if he was not as good in cultivation, could he still lose in human relationships?

He held Jiang Wang's arm and shook it intimately again and again, "Except for Extreme Frost City which I cannot let you overturn, other things are all easy to discuss!"

"Inverting it is not such a serious matter..." Jiang Wang smiled, "I just heard that Zhenjun Meng once discussed Dao with Wu Zhai Xue in his younger days. Jiang specially requested to see you to understand some information about Wu Zhai Xue at that time."

Speaking of Meng Lingxiao in his younger days, he was also romantic for a while, his fame spread far and wide. Now, only two things that seemed ordinary at the time have been passed down—exchanging hands with Xuanyuan and discussing Dao with Wu Zhai Xue.

No other reason, these two are already transcendent supreme beings.

Immortal prestige supports everyone who has an intersection with Them.

"Wu Zhai Xue was also an proud son who was not inferior to Zhenjun Jiang in his younger days. His cultivation progressed every day, yesterday he could not catch up with today... Those things are already outdated." Meng Lingxiao hesitated, "Especially for that demon head now, it probably has no influence..."

Jiang Wang smiled, "What I want to understand is the past Wu Zhai Xue."

He raised his hand and pointed, heavenly light like a mirage, weaving out a supreme immortal palace that was noble beyond words, slowly rising from the bottom of the cliff until it was parallel with the crowd on the mountaintop: "In order to make this immortal spirit... more vivid."

The central gate of the great palace opened wide, and behind the door stood a handsome scholar.

His long robe was white as snow with green plums, and his immortal seal resided in the heavenly court.

Although Taixu Pavilion's trip to Diligent Study Academy was widely spread throughout Taixu Illusion, not all details were disclosed.

Just like this historical projection of Wu Zhai Xue that was cut down to proclaim the immortal spirit...

Meng Lingxiao and Fu Huan were startled almost at the same time.

The latter even pressed the table and got up, almost causing the entire country to activate the immortal array!