It is hard to express my thoughts, and what is lingering in my mind is the mysterious and strange scene like a white dragon coming out of the lake. The dragon roars and the sky and earth are shaking, and the long roar is even more intimidating. Kimura has never been so panicked. He himself didn't know whether this was a nightmare or something happened in reality. He only knew that he was going to stay away from Changbai Mountain and Tianchi Lake, and he would never come to this continent again.

He didn't know how he walked down from Changbai Mountain. He was just confused in his mind. The vast snow-capped mountains behind him were getting farther and farther away. He walked down from Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain to the east. There was his country in the sea area in the east. Although it was a very small country, it was the most beautiful country in his heart, because there were three or four months left to be the season for cherry blossoms to bloom. He hoped that he could rush back before the cherry blossoms bloomed.

The snow-capped mountains behind him became farther and farther away, and the lingering fear became farther and farther away. Kimura, who had been exhausted, heard the loud sound of waves slamming the shore. He couldn't help but feel inexplicably excited. As long as he got to the beach, he could find a ship to go out to sea and he could return to his home. He couldn't help but speed up his pace and ran towards the coast that made a loud noise. The fear gradually moved away, but his eagerness to go home became even higher.

A fishing village appeared in Kimura's eyes, with more than a dozen families sparsely. He remembered that he and his sect ninja also came ashore from this dilapidated fishing village. Looking at the tattered stone house, the fish nets that were exposed to the sun, and the dried fish that emitted the salty smell of sea water, he felt that all this had become so beautiful. Without the dazzling snow, there was no gloomy mountain peak, only the sea water rolled up with white foam and kept beating the coast.

A fishy and salty smell came out on the beach, and the rolling sea water emitted the essential atmosphere, and layers of foam-like tides were piled up on the beach along the coast. Kimura, who had been like a long time, only felt that all this was so quiet, and the sound of waves that had raised the sky became a beautiful music for returning home in his ears. He had never been so eager, especially looking from the coast to the endless sea level, he knew that in the endless sea area, there was his country, his gentle wife and the holy cherry blossoms.

The appearance of Kimura attracted the attention of the fishermen in the small fishing village. They looked at the young man in ragged clothes with confusion in their eyes. The man's clothes were different from them. Although they were ragged white clothes, they still felt that the young man had a unique temperament. He was not covered with the fishy smell like sea fish like them, and his skin was not as bronze as they were.

"Oh, isn't this person one of the people who landed in our village from the sea one or two months ago?" A villager carrying a wet fish net on his shoulders looked at Kimura for a while and his words soon gained recognition from other fishermen.

Kimura did not expect that the fishermen in this fishing village would still remember them. He felt tears in his eyes without realizing it. He hurriedly greeted the fishermen. Every face that he once looked down upon, and every fishermen who had been ignored made him feel that their words flowed in his heart like warm currents in the cold winter, making him feel that someone had remembered them.

Kimura temporarily lived in this small fishing village. In the past few days, the sea breeze was blowing violently, and even the fishermen in this village did not go out to sea to fish. It was difficult for him to find a fishing boat to go out to sea. The peaceful life for several consecutive days completely relaxed his heart, and the fear from Changbai Mountain gradually melted away from his heart, but the spectacular scene of the white dragon coming out of the lake was still deeply engraved in his mind.

These days were the most down-to-earth and peaceful life after he came to this continent. There was no dazzling snow, nor the fear of being wary day and night. He ate the fish caught in the sea with these villagers. He gradually fell in love with a peaceful life. Until one day, this peace was broken, and the fear that he once thought he was about to forget was awakened again.

Someone gave him a long package, wrapped in coarse cloth. You could vaguely feel that the wrapped object was a scimitar. His own scimitar had long been discarded in Changbai Mountain by him, and his peaceful life in this fishing village also made him forget that he was once a ninja. When he opened the package, a curved blade that was filled with cold light as a crescent moon appeared in front of him.

There was still undry blood on the curved blade with wisps of cold light. The dazzling blood-colored light spread out, making Kimura's mind suddenly explode. He knew the master of the curved blade, which was the great elder Iga Second Hero who took them to this continent. The weapons of the great elder appeared here, which means that the great elder had been killed. He could even feel that the blood on the curved blade seemed to be the great elder.

The visitor handed the bent blade to Kimura and said the names of several people, including Han people, Khitan people, and even Jurchen people. He didn't know any of these names, so he naturally knew the meaning of the man telling him. However, what shocked him was that another Han name also appeared, and that name was once a taboo in the Iga sect of Fusang Ninja.

The man left, and he was also in a hurry. The arrival of the man, the curved blade dyed with blood, once again aroused the fear in Kimura's heart. He raised the curved blade in his hand, and the dazzling snow light of Changbai Mountain shone on his heart again. His face began to change from a slight fear and became extremely ferocious. He knew that he must go back to the sect and tell all this to the sect.

No one knew that Jin Dazhong was truly afraid in his heart at this time. The appearance of the white dragon had exceeded his cognition, and the sky tribulation full of dark clouds made him feel even more terrifying. When all the swordsmen in the same sect were killed by the white dragon, he had already collapsed. He no longer wanted to become the wronged soul under the body of the white dragon. He wanted to leave, the farther away, the better, so he ran away, and he ran faster and more anxious than when he came.

He was confused in his mind and vaguely remembered the journey back to Goguryeo. He was instinctively heading towards the Yalu River. He didn't know how many days he had been running. He was already exhausted, and in a mess, he was even more ragged and none of his body was complete. He was like a frightened bird. As long as he saw dark clouds rolling in the sky, he instinctively avoided it. The terrifying scene was too deep for him.

Along the way, he instinctively killed a few wild beasts when he was hungry, but he did not dare to hunt wild beasts that were too big. This loud land gave him too much shock and threat. The pine snow fields behind him gradually faded away, and his messy mind did not fully recover. The instinctive survival consciousness still supported him to leave the snow-covered Changbai Mountain area, and the crisis that terrorized over his heart also dissipated.

Although he was not so confused that he had not collapsed to the point of despair, he finally came to the turbulent riverside. It was the Yalu River. If you cross the Yalu River, you can return to his country. This torment shrouded by fear can finally be escaped. His brain suddenly became clear. Looking at the Yalu River as clear as a jade belt, he felt his heartbeat speed up.

The coldness was still rushing, and there were still piles of snow that had not yet melted. However, the turbulent Yalu River, which was turbulent in the blue waves, gave him great comfort, as if this river was his only support, and his nerves were relaxed and he was about to go home. He couldn't help but think excitedly.

He scooped up the clear water from the river, and he did not forget to take off the sword hanging from his waist. The cold river water wet his slightly tingling face. He looked down at the river, and saw a haggard and pale face, covered with bloodstains and messy hair, and his clothes were torn. He was no longer as handsome as jade, and he no longer had the elegant temperament of grace.

A rapid sound of horse hooves came into his ears, causing him to jump up like a shocked rabbit, and the rapid sound of horse hooves became closer and closer. A man appeared in his sight quickly on a horse. He couldn't help but nervously picked up the sword he had picked, and his eyes instinctively showed a vigilant and alert look at the person who came on a horse.

A sword with colorful light was thrown in front of him, and a cold gaze shot out from the man's eyes, and the gaze was like the light emitted by dazzling blood on the colorful sword. It made Jin Dazhong's heart tighten inexplicably, and the man threw the sword in front of Jin Dazhong, but turned his head and left on his own without saying a word. Jin Dazhong felt a dull feeling of being pulled in his heart. He knew that he had been killed by the second master of Goguryeo's sword. As for who the murderer was, several figures appeared in his mind.

The extreme north is the extreme cold city. The earliest place in the world to see the sunrise is the extreme cold city in the extreme north. Of course, this is also the earliest place where nights in the world come. Everyone knows that there is an extreme cold city in the extreme north, but there are very few people who can find this extreme cold city, because the extreme cold city is the coldest place in the world, covered with snow all year round and ice is everywhere.

The Northern Ice Cloud looked at the cold moon outside the window, and the faint moonlight shone down from the window, reflecting her slender and delicate body. She held her chin, and the infatuated expression in her eyes also became richer with the increasingly brighter moonlight. The pale white palace skirt highlighted her noble and elegant temperament, and the obsessed eyes showed an indelible light like worms and resentment from time to time.

"Miss, I found out that the Ye family caught a Han man and locked him up in the Ye family. It is said that the Han man was captured by the Ye family from Changbai Mountain. He said that he wanted to attract the man named Ling Tianyun. I don't know why the Ye family did this, but the palace master and the elders didn't seem to want to care about this matter." A maid wearing a green fur robe rushed to her side in messy steps and reported to her urgently.

When Bei Bing Yunduo heard this, a faint anger appeared on her exquisite face. She knew why the Ye family did this. She vaguely hoped that Ling Tianyun would appear, and she hoped that Ling Tianyun would not come. This unspeakable contradiction filled her. She didn't know what she should do. Although Ye Ming Palace is the master of this extremely cold city, Ye Ming Palace is not only the surname Bei Bing. The former palace master of Ye Ming Palace was named Ye, and the next palace master of Ye Ming Palace would definitely be named Ye.

The moonlight that poured down like silver water became thicker and thicker, just like the complex mood of the Northern Ice Clouds. Her eyes looked into the distance, and the endless snow colors of mountains and rivers.

The moon is filled with snow in the cold window, and the moonlight is like the bright snow and the light is like cold.
Chapter completed!