Practice Remembering You

Chapter 307: Poetry in Search of Waterfall

With the blessing of spiritual consciousness, Wu Mengjie's eyes directly covered the entire picture of the extremely cold sky palace in the distance.

The clear and transparent ice surface outside formed a road, the houses on both sides were simple and solemn, and countless monks were flying in the air or shuttling back and forth on the ground.

In the center of the Extremely Cold Palace stands a lifelike human-shaped ice sculpture, which is a hundred meters high. It is a woman with a tall figure and graceful curves, as if she will walk out of the ice at any time.

This person is the founder of the Jihantian Palace, now the Taishang Laozu Shixunpu.

Although I haven't met the real person yet, I can still prepare here.

I saw that she had an exquisite face, her skin was as white as snow, crystal clear, yet with a hint of coldness. She was not very beautiful, but very heroic!

A pair of eyes that seemed to be emitting light were full of fighting spirit and determination, as if no matter what difficulties were placed in front of her, they would be easily solved.

There was a dangerous and aggressive smile on his face, as if he didn't care about life or death and would just fight if he didn't obey.

Her long hair falls on her shoulders like a waterfall, and every hair is very clear. It is obvious that the sculptor carved this work one hair at a time, which is enough to show how much importance the sculptor attached to this work.

She was wearing an ice-blue robe that was a bit gorgeous and capable. The robe was inlaid with countless ice crystals, sparkling with dazzling light, as if stars were embellishing her body.

There are deep animal claw scars from the bottom of her right cheek to the left collarbone. And there are not only scars in these places, but also on her arms and other exposed skin. There are many scars.

Some of these scars were caused by the claws of monsters, some were caused by bites, and some were caused by knife cuts, sword cuts and explosions.

It should be noted that Shi Xunpu was an eighth-level warrior. However, such a warrior had so many indelible scars on his body. This shows how terrifying the attacks that left the scars must have been when he was injured.

On each of the ice sculpture's hands, there is a very ordinary-looking brass knuckle. Although they look ordinary, since they can be held in Shixunpu's hands, it means that they are only ordinary in appearance and are most likely Shixunpu's magic weapon.

The statue of Shixun Waterfall stands there so steadily.

The disciples of the Jihantian Palace were dressed in white robes and shuttled back and forth in the sect. Whenever a disciple passed by the statue, he would stop and bow to it.

While Wu Mengjie was still observing the Extremely Cold Heavenly Palace, his master, the elegant lay Buddhist, suddenly spoke up: "My old friend has noticed me. I will take you to see my old friend later."

When Wu Mengjie heard his master talking about his old friend, the only person he could think of was Shi Xunpu, the ancestor of the Extreme Cold Heavenly Palace. At the same time, he also understood why his master had deliberately reduced his flying speed just now.

After the Master said this, he no longer flew towards that direction little by little as before, but simply waved his hand, and a crack appeared in front of him. At the other end of the crack was a palace inside.

As Master stepped in, an even colder atmosphere than outside hit us in the face.

This palace is no exception. The walls, floor and ceiling of the palace are all made of special crystal clear ice crystals.

The decoration inside the palace is very simple, with no other furnishings except some ice sculptures, icicles and a carpet.

The ground was covered with a huge animal skin, and this animal skin carpet always exuded a scent that made people feel peaceful. In addition, when the ice-attributed spiritual energy touched the animal skin, it would naturally transform into spiritual energy with strong healing properties.

How strong is this healing power? Wu Mengjie felt that it was as powerful as if he had taken a healing pill.

As for what kind of monster this skin was taken from, Wu Mengjie didn't know, because he had never seen such a monster in his impression.

If nothing unexpected happened, it should be an extinct creature in the world, most likely the trophy of Shixunpu hunting monsters during the period of destruction.

In the center of the palace stood an oppressive woman, two meters tall, and her appearance was exactly the same as the statue outside.

A pair of eyes shone with a blood-red light, two mini brass knuckles floated around his body, there was a blue halo behind him, and he was surrounded by the aura of life and death unique to the cultivators in the realm of life and death.

It is now very clear that this person is the supreme ancestor of the Jihantian Palace, Shixunpu.

There were two people standing next to her. The one on the left was a woman with silver-white hair and a vertical eye on her forehead. Her eyes were cold and stern, giving off a feeling of keeping people at a distance. The nails on her hands were long and narrow, and seemed very fragile, but once you looked closely, you would instinctively feel that the nails were extremely hard.

There stood a tall man on the right. In terms of height alone, he was almost as tall as Zhang Yu, and a head taller than the two-meter-tall Shixun Waterfall.

The man has six arms and a very gentle face, like a kind uncle.

Needless to say, these two must be Shixunpu's mount and combat pet.

After seeing the elegant monk, Shixunpu's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

She raised her hand gracefully and waved it casually, and on the ground in front of her, there came a series of "cracking" sounds as the extreme ice quickly condensed.

In the blink of an eye, a crystal clear ice table appeared before my eyes. On the table were two exquisite wine glasses, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Shixunpu walked towards the table and greeted the elegant layman with a smile, "Hey, isn't this Brother Bing? How come you suddenly become so free? Come and sit with your sister when you have time?"

Shixunpu's voice is clean and crisp, and despite his teasing tone, it gives people a very decisive and capable feeling.

As he spoke, he had already walked to the table. A light flashed in Shi Xunbu's hand, and a wine jug made of white ice crystals appeared, and he was pouring wine into the wine glass.

The wine poured from the jug was slightly green, like jade, and water vapor could be clearly seen around the flowing liquid.

This is not because the wine poured by Shixunpu is hot. If it is hot wine, the steam will fly upwards, but the wine poured by Shixunpu, the water vapor is falling downwards, which can only mean that the temperature of the wine is actually lower than the temperature of this hall.

"Don't say that. What sister? You're more like my sister." Elegant Lay Buddhist smiled charmingly and got down to business: "Sister Shi, doesn't your sect often hold sect competitions? I just happened to have a new disciple, so I came here to show my support."

"Oh? I didn't expect that a carefree and carefree person like you would actually accept disciples. This is quite a novel thing. Please don't mislead the students." Shi Xunpo came down with the wine glass and handed it to Mr. Yazhi.

"That being said, although I am usually a bit casual, have I ever messed up anything when I was doing things?" said the elegant layman, shaking his left hand.

Shi Xunpu smiled and shook his head, then walked directly to Wu Mengjie to look: "What's his name?"