The rivers and canals merge into land, and the sky is vast and endless.

The winter in the north is like an invisible dagger that kills people without a trace of blood, quietly taking away all living things and burying them in this dark and cold ice cellar, leaving no trace.

Raging blizzards, howling north winds, and long and lonely nights create the terrifying "black snow season" in the north.

When the black snow season comes, everything will die.

This is what the world fears about the black snow season.

The black snow season does not mean that black snow falls from the sky, but it means that it becomes dark when it snows. The darkness that lasts for three seasons in a year shrouds this bitter cold land in the north where no grass grows, and all traces of life will be wiped out.

After the black snow season is the so-called "snow-weary period". This is the annual snow-weary period when the wind stops and the snow stops, day and night alternate, everything recovers, and only then can there be traces of life.

Speeding across the endless snowfield was a carriage with dark gold rims all over its body. The one with the golden patterns was a giant sky-devouring python that was hovering up and opening its bloody mouth. However, this giant python was a little different, with golden scales like

Shining like dragon scales, coupled with the pair of golden horns on its head, it is vaguely similar to a dragon.

The golden patterns are vivid and lifelike, appearing extremely dazzling on the snow-capped fields.

Two white horses lined up in front, with long manes, and a silver triangular area on each side of the horse's back. The feather-like lines shone under the sunlight, even a little dazzling, and they were riding on the snow with lightning speed.

And go.

In this scene, the sky and the earth are completely white, and the black-striped carriage behind him seems out of place.

Two solid and smooth black wooden boards were fixed to the wheels of the carriage, which were made into a sleigh-like shape, causing the carriage to only glide on the snowy surface. There were similar devices on the horses' hooves. The two white horses were as fast as lightning, without any glitches.

There were no signs of snow, just like walking on flat ground.

We have just entered the snow-weary period, and the aftermath of the north wind will visit this vast white snowfield from time to time. The whistling north wind is sometimes mixed with a few coughs, and a white, slender, bloodless hand gently opens it.

There is a handsome face in the curtain, with skin as white as snow, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and there is a hint of fatigue in the clear eyes.

"How many days are there until Beiming?"

"One day at most."

"Hurry up and don't keep the teacher waiting."

"Yes, Master."

The other person in the car is a plump little fat man. His half-drooped eyelids give people the impression that he has never woken up. His speech is also tepid, giving people a simple and honest feeling.

I saw him opening the curtain and calling "drive" twice. The two white horses suddenly accelerated, more than doubling their speed. The strange thing was that he had no reins in his hands, and there were no reins tied to the white horses.

They seemed to understand his words and ran straight to the north.

The young man pushed the curtain to one side and looked at the snowy scene speeding past in front of him in trance, as if everything had returned to fourteen years ago.

"Master, the host told me not to let you catch the cold."

"The landlord is not here, I have the final say."

"But the host asked me to keep an eye on you."

"Then you stare at me, and I stare at the snow. It doesn't violate the owner's instructions, and it doesn't hinder my view of the scenery. It's the best of both worlds."

The little fat man raised his head and thought for a while, it seemed to make sense, and then he focused his attention on the weak young master in front of him.

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The North is the end of the Central Continent, and there is a northern fortress called Beiming City.

Beiming City is the only place in the north with human traces.

At this time, the Beiming City Gate was wide open, and a hundred or so people gathered outside the city. The cold did not make them flinch. On the contrary, they looked forward eagerly, as if they were waiting for something.

There is a layer of thick crimson cumulus clouds floating in the sky not far away in the east. The mountains under the red cumulus clouds are covered with a layer of red mist. Looking from a distance, the sky and the earth are white, except for that touch of red, which is particularly special.

Obviously, it can be regarded as a wonder in this bitter cold place.

A sharp cry came from the red mist, cut through the sky, and resounded throughout the sky, like a whale's cry and a lion's roar. The two sounds were intertwined and reverberated in the northern sky.

Beiming City got its name from this.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what is that?"

The old man with gray temples stroked his beard and looked in the direction of the little girl's finger. He saw thunder and lightning flashing in the red cumulus clouds in the distance, and there seemed to be a huge thing walking through it under the lightning.

"The ferocious beasts in Chiming Mountain have become more active recently. Could it be that the volcano in Chiming Mountain is about to erupt again?"

"When was the last eruption?"

"Fourteen years ago."

"Chiming Mountain has been peaceful and peaceful these years. Don't try to deceive people by talking nonsense..."

Everyone was whispering, and the leader, a middle-aged man in gray robes with half-white hair and a stern face, glanced sideways behind him. His eyes were stern and imposing, and the crowd fell silent.

"Even if the Chiming volcano erupts, the Lord of the City will lead us to advance and retreat together with Beiming City. You just need to practice with peace of mind and strive to join the journey next year. Don't embarrass Beiming."

The middle-aged man's name is Zhong Gang. He is the head of the Zhong family, the largest spiritual weapon forging family in Beiming City. He is also the largest family besides the city lord's family. He controls more than half of Beiming's spiritual weapon forging business. He is the head of Beiming City.

The real second largest family.

"Yes, that's what Master Zhong taught me." The student behind him timidly bowed his hands.

Spiritual weapon blacksmiths are divided into four levels: beginner, intermediate, advanced, and special, corresponding to the four titles of blacksmith, blacksmith, master, and craftsman respectively. The honorific title of master is not only a title, but also a recognition of strength and an honor.

Standing opposite him on the other side is an old man dressed as a scholar in white robes. He looks old and has a stooped figure, but he is full of energy and extraordinary toughness.

"How dare the students who return from a long trip today bother the Pavilion Master to greet them in person? The black snow season has just passed and the weather is freezing. Please take care of yourself, the Pavilion Master."

Every three years, Beiming City will send a group of students to travel far away. They send them out when the black snow season is approaching. They have just returned from the snow-weary season, and the master of the pavilion is notoriously unwelcome. Why are you here today?

, Zhong Gang muttered in his heart.

On the other hand, the pavilion master has a very high prestige in the city. Even the city master's family often interacts with him, and all the major families flock to him. However, this old gentleman has a weird personality and is not a good person, so most people can't get his eyes on him.

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The master of the pavilion was silent and looked into the distance.

Zhong Gang saw the pavilion master's disregard. Even though he knew that the old man had a weird personality, he still had to be shameless and smile.

Zhong Gang then signaled his servants to give him a fox fur coat, but the pavilion master looked into the distance and turned a deaf ear. His white robe was like a sculpture that had gone through vicissitudes of life, motionless.

"Teacher, teacher." Behind the pavilion master was a handsome young man who was also dressed in a white robe and had a scholarly air, holding a folding fan, deliberately reminded him.

The master of the pavilion slowed down for a moment, glanced at the fox fur coat offered by the servants of the Zhong family, and then nodded with an "I understand" look, and deliberately raised his voice: "It's none of your business."

After this sound, there was a small amount of discussion in the crowd, generally saying that Mr. Ge was saying something incomprehensible again.

"Teacher, teacher, the chief said you can't say this, it's hard to be polite." The scholar with the folding fan reminded him softly again.

The old man nodded again with an expression that said he understood, and raised his voice again, "What does it have to do with you!"

This sound actually made the crowd laugh, but everyone was deliberately suppressing their laughter and did not dare to amplify the sound.

"I have long heard that the master of the pavilion behaves casually, and it is really like this when I see you today."

"No, I heard that the requirements for admission to the Beixie Yu Pavilion are based on the mood of the pavilion master. Even students who are not popular will be accepted, and those who are disliked will not be accepted, even if they are geniuses."

Zhong Gang looked back and glared again, the voice stopped suddenly, and he lowered his head dejectedly. Zhong Gang turned around and cupped his fists at the pavilion master with an embarrassed smile, "It's an act of overstepping one's humble position."

He fluttered his sleeves and turned back.

"Humph, Niang Xipi."

Yiyu frowned, let out a long sigh, and cursed: "I really don't know if the teacher taught the chief bad, or if the chief made the teacher bad."

This old man is the master of Beixieyu Pavilion in Beiming City.

Why is Beixieyu Pavilion so famous in Beiming City and so sought after by everyone?

To put it simply, there are two colleges in Beiming, one is Beiming College and the other is Beixieyuge. Beiming College is the basic college and students from Beiming City who meet the age requirements can enroll.

But this Beixieyu Pavilion is different. Beixieyu Pavilion is considered a higher education institution, and its admissions requirements are also extremely demanding. They vary from year to year, and there are no rules to follow, making it difficult to figure out.

Only one person in the entire Zhong family has entered the Beixieyu Pavilion. If he offends the master of the Beixieyu Pavilion and wears small shoes, I am afraid that it will be more difficult for the Zhong family to enter the Beixieyu Pavilion than to climb to the sky in the future. Therefore, Zhong

Only the head of the family dares to be angry but dare not speak out, and is always accommodating and trying to please.

At the front of the team, standing between Zhong Gang and Zhu Xianzhi, the master of Beixieyu Pavilion, was a middle-aged man with a burly figure. The beard adorned his rough face with sharp edges. The dragon-like but not-dragon was engraved on his black robe and cloak.

The giant python looks like a snake but not a snake. It looks into the distance with its deep eyes, and its whole body exudes a sense of majesty that can repel people thousands of miles away.

This python is the symbol of the Fu family, the current lord of Beiming City. It is a dragon-scaled sky-swallowing python, a beast spirit that has been passed down by the lord's family for generations.

"City Lord, they are coming." Zhong Gang pointed forward.

City Lord Fu Hu narrowed his eyes slightly and then frowned.

Everyone raised their heads and watched as the figure the size of a grain of rice gradually grew larger, until the dark carriage completely appeared in the field of vision. Everyone was in an uproar and their faces were full of doubts.

The black snow season in the North is not only terrifying during the season, but can still kill people silently even in the snow-weary season.

The black snow season has just passed, and the depth of the snow is still unknown. No one knows whether there are abyss or plains, rivers or valleys under the snowfields. Therefore, students going out of Beiming City rely on Beiming College and Beixieyu Pavilion.

Only by learning skills can one set foot on the fluffy and soft snowfields. However, not every student can learn these skills. If they are not students with excellent qualifications and high understanding, they will not be able to leave Beijing even if they are given a place to travel far.

Mingcheng, of course, this is just the most basic one of the filtering conditions for traveling far away.

This is why so few students can travel far.
To be continued...