Flying Snow City is located near the Northern Region, so winter arrives earlier than in other places.
Fang Shuwen and others also noticed this.
The further north they went, the colder the weather became, and everyone had to put on some warm clothes.
The night before arriving in Flying Snow City was especially interesting.
During the day, it rained lightly and densely, but as night fell, the temperature dropped sharply, and the light rain suddenly turned into fine hail.
Fortunately, it's very small and won't hurt anyone; it will only cause a dense, slight pain.
Lu Guiyan told Fang Shuwen that the winter temperature in the Northern Region was much, much colder than in the Eastern Region because the Northern Region was close to Great Glacier.
That Great Glacier, like a natural barrier, blocked all attempts to explore outwards.
Even those with the highest level of martial arts skill would find it difficult to overcome.
Over the years, many experts have gone to explore it, but most of them never returned. The few who did manage to come back were terrified of the place, claiming that it was absolutely not a place for a living person to set foot in.
However, it is said that there is a mysterious Snow Country beneath the Great Glacier.
Legend has it that they possess the most magnificent scenery, the most precious treasures, the most terrifying martial arts, and the most pure and innocent women in the world.
Over the years, far fewer experts have ventured to explore the Great Glaciers than those who have sought out this mysterious Snow Country.
But most of them returned empty-handed.
Even if a few people, somewhat haphazardly, discovered the people of the Snow Country, they would never be able to find the correct path back.
Over time, it became a legend shrouded in mystery in the martial arts world.
Fang Shuwen wrote all these words down, feeling that he might also travel to the Northern Region in the future.
Having suffered damage to his foundation in the past, his martial arts skills were beyond comprehension, so he naturally dared not aspire to the pinnacle of martial arts.
But things are completely different now; reaching the summit is no longer a dream.
Fang Shuwen was naturally not content to remain confined to a corner of the world. There were plenty of beautiful mountains, rivers, and scenery in the world, and he had to see everything that was worth seeing.
However, looking at the Flying Snow City that was already so close, Fang Shuwen was more curious about what kind of reward he would receive this time.
Compared to large cities like Guangning City and Julu City, Flying Snow City is undoubtedly a small city.
But though small, it has all the essential organs.
Thick city walls, towering city gates—just as we came to this point, a deafening roar erupted.
With a few muffled groans, Fang Shuwen saw several figures fly backward.
A voice was making a racket:
"I've said all I could, good or bad. Is your Flying Snow City some kind of desolate wasteland?"
"I absolutely must go in today!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another muffled sound rang out.
Lu Guiyan then spoke in astonishment:
"Someone is attacking... the gates of Flying Snow City?"
Fang Shuwen nodded, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Lu Guiyan looked surprised:
"The Flying Snow City has been passed down for more than 100 years across three generations. Apart from the second-generation city lord Wu Changzai, whose martial arts skills were mediocre, Flying Snow City has encountered many crises.
"But since Wu Lingxiao inherited the position of city lord, no one has dared to do such a thing for more than ten years."
"Who is this person? He has such audacity!"
"It's not just about being bold..."
Fang Shuwen said with a smile:
"This person's information network is probably extremely extensive."
Upon hearing this, Lu Guiyan looked at Fang Shuwen, and as their eyes met, Lu Guiyan slowly nodded.
Fang Shuwen suspected that this person knew about Wu Lingxiao's serious injuries; otherwise, how could he dare to act so recklessly?
While everyone was watching the commotion from a short distance away, two more figures appeared on either side of the road.
The two people came from two different directions.
One was a burly ascetic carrying a portable shovel and wearing a large string of prayer beads around his neck.
He strode forward with great strides, each step covering several feet, and in no time at all, he was already upon them.
The other was a young man riding a donkey. He was not old, but his face was full of bitterness and hatred. It was as if everyone in the world was his enemy, and he couldn't stand anyone.
However, what Fang Shuwen cared about more was his donkey.
The little gray and white donkey, taking one step at a time and looking up every time, tried to eat the carrot hanging in front of it, but just couldn't reach it.
When it gets really angry, it runs wildly for a while, and the carrot runs wildly after it, then sways left and right.
The little donkey swayed from side to side, eventually circling around trying to bite the carrot.
The young man sat on the donkey's back, sometimes being bounced around and sometimes spun around in circles, making him dizzy and disoriented.
His already pale face became even paler.
Fang Shuwen pondered, and he roughly understood why this young man looked at everyone with such bitterness and resentment.
He was watching with great interest and was about to burst out laughing when he suddenly looked in the direction behind him.
At the end of the road, a figure slowly approached.
While others hadn't yet clearly seen the man's face, Fang Shuwen could see it perfectly.
This is a scholar.
He wore a coarse scholar's robe, a square scarf on his head, a water bottle hanging from his waist, his left hand behind his back, and a book in his right hand.
When he was traveling, he didn't look at the road, he only looked at the book.
As a result, he often has difficulty noticing any obstacles on the road. If a large rock blocks his way, he will not even look up and will crash into it headfirst, smashing the rock into dust, with debris flying everywhere.
He didn't even glance at it; he just stared at the words in the book.
It's as if the world in this book is a hundred times more wonderful than reality.
Fang Shuwen narrowed his eyes slightly; this was a master.
Just as Fang Shuwen was squinting at him, the scholar seemed to notice and looked up at Fang Shuwen.
The scholar's steps seemed slow but were actually fast. When Fang Shuwen first noticed him, he was still quite far away, but at this moment, he was less than three zhang away from Fang Shuwen and the others.
He squinted at Fang Shuwen, then suddenly uttered something startling:
"Master Wu City?"
Fang Shuwen was taken aback, and Lu Guiyan and the others also looked around hurriedly. However, apart from them, the only other people around were the few people who had already gathered in front of the gate of Flying Snow City in the distance.
Is there any trace of Lord Wu there?
The scholar took two more steps forward, then suddenly realized and said:
"Sorry, I misread it."
After saying that, he continued reading his book, making his way towards Flying Snow City as he read.
Lu Guiyan stared in disbelief. Was this person crazy?
What I was thinking, I dared not say aloud.
Fang Shuwen glanced at the other person's back, and suddenly a thought struck him:
"This kid... could he be nearsighted?"
But then he wondered, since those with profound internal strength usually have sharp hearing and eyesight, and this scholar was clearly no ordinary person, possessing martial arts skills that were at least both internal and external, how could he have become nearsighted?
Thinking of this, he glanced at Chen Qi again.
From the moment the scholar appeared, Chen Qi had already quietly placed one hand on the hilt of his sword.
His breathing and body were in a state of extreme tension until the person passed them, at which point Chen Qi finally relaxed.
Noticing Fang Shuwen's gaze, Chen Qi subconsciously looked over.
Fang Shuwen spoke softly:
"Know?"
Chen Qi thought for a moment:
"He is... Murong Qingchen."
Murong Qingchen... Fang Shuwen pondered for a moment, feeling that the name sounded somewhat familiar.
Lu Guiyan suddenly took a deep breath:
"The Book Immortal, Murong Qingchen!?"