Eating big melon is so refreshing

Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and in the blink of an eye it is already the twelfth lunar month. The red plum blossoms outside the window are blooming, adding a touch of festiveness to the white scenery.

Xiao Chunya danced with a sword in the snow. Her figure was light and her sword moves were as natural and smooth as flowing water. Each sword danced with the snowflakes, as if it had merged with the ice and snow between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, Xiao Chunya's sword changed, becoming sharp and domineering. The originally gentle sword wind instantly turned into a violent storm. Each sword was full of resolute momentum, as if to cut the snowflakes into pieces. Her sword became faster and faster, and the sword shadows intertwined. The snowflakes flew everywhere under her sword, forming a beautiful and shocking scene.

After practicing a set of sword techniques, Xiao Chunya returned to the house panting to rest. Sweat beads appeared on her forehead, but she didn't feel cold even wearing a single layer of clothes.

A little melon jumped on the table and said in a baby voice, "The host demonstrated this sword technique very domineeringly."

"I think holding a broadsword looks more domineering, and a brick and a kitchen knife look more majestic when combined."

Even small melons are complaining, what kind of aesthetic is this? It's an eyesore!

"Guagua, it's been half a year, and Phoenix Mountain has been penetrated, right? Why can't we find the entrance to Yunmeng Mountain?"

"In Phoenix Mountain, there are large formations within small formations. How many of these rough guys can break the formations? Even if they see a poem, if it is written in oracle bone script, how many people can recognize it?"

Little Melon stopped jumping, stretched out two thin claws, held up his pointed head, and pretended to be worried. "If it was so easy to find, the first eight thousand-year catastrophes would not be so desolate."

Miserable? It's absolutely miserable!

Xiao Chunya drank a sip of warm water, put on a jacket, and said, "I should be able to advance to the Dark Power Stage in the spring of next year. I really want to go on an adventure to Phoenix Mountain."

Little Melon suddenly received the news, and its voice was a little excited, "Host, we found the entrance to Yunmeng Mountain in Wanshou Mountain!"

"Wanshou Mountain, Jiangning Prefecture?"

"It's the Wanshou Mountain outside the western suburbs of Yong'an Ancient City in Jiangning Prefecture, the hometown of Master Mingyue!" Little Melon blah blah revealed, "It was Master Wuxiang who discovered the entrance. It's indeed in a formation."

"Be more detailed."

Xiao Chunya's breathing became rapid, and then the whole town heard her exploding voice. "The third route went forward for sixteen miles to a dogtail grass field. There were three sharp stone tablets there. The entrance to Yunmeng Mountain was in the formation! I wonder if the entrances to Fenghuang Mountain and Wanshou Mountain are the same?"

Phoenix Mountain

Among the search and rescue team taking the third route were Zhao Wulang and Zhao Lan. The two looked at each other to confirm that they had heard correctly, and directed the team members to retreat to the patch of foxtail grass.

The leaders of the other two routes also directed their team members to rush to the third route. The heavy snow could not stop their enthusiastic steps.

"Captain, what happened on the third route?" People who couldn't hear Xiao Chunya's voice didn't know what was going on and felt a little panicked.

"They found the entrance to Yunmeng Mountain!" the captain shouted excitedly.

"What?" the team members exclaimed in unison.

"Really?" Voices of disbelief came one after another.

The people in the team suddenly became excited, all their tiredness was swept away, and they rushed towards the third route at a brisk pace.

When they arrived at the lush foxtail grass, they found the other two teams gathered there, frowning, trying to figure out how to break the formation. These team members were illiterate and knew nothing about this magical thing called formation!

"What should we do?" someone asked anxiously.

"Who knows the magic of formation?" The voice was full of anxiety and expectation. The voice echoed in the silent mountain forest, startling a flock of flying birds.

"Uncle Wu, I'm here." Xiao Qiulin appeared, his small figure standing out from the crowd. Following him was Wan Zi, and many people stared at him with reproachful expressions, "Why did you bring a child up the mountain? Don't you know it's dangerous?"

Wan Zi kept silent and just followed Xiao Qiulin closely, as if his mission was to protect this child.

As a celestial master, Xiao Qiulin didn't take this small formation seriously. He was seen walking through the Qimen Bagua, his steps were light and firm, like a veteran general. His eyes were focused and sharp, revealing a calmness and confidence beyond his age.

Seeing his seemingly casual snap, a memorial arch emerged from the ground with a crackling sound. The memorial arch was engraved with mysterious runes and patterns, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. Everyone couldn't help but take a breath, amazed at Xiao Qiulin's magical method.

Xiao Qiulin cast his spell expressionlessly, his hands changing into strange gestures, and he suddenly flew into the air. Rays of light shot out from his hands and merged into the archway. The archway began to tremble and make a buzzing sound, as if resisting Xiao Qiulin's power.

Xiao Qiulin had beads of sweat on his forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. "Break!" With his loud shout, the archway instantly broke into countless pieces and disappeared into the air.

A blue light rose from the ground, and a large stone door appeared after the blue light disappeared. Xiao Qiulin floated to the ground and said calmly, "This is the entrance to the first floor. Go in, and be careful."

Wan Zi picked up Xiao Qiu'er without warning. He said to Zhao Lan, "We'll go down the mountain first. Xiao Qiu'er is tired. Let's have some chicken legs tonight."

Xiao Qiulin's body stiffened. He refused to let anyone hug him after he was three years old. The reason why beads of sweat appeared on his forehead was that he was suppressing the power that was about to burst out of his body. In the eyes of others, it seemed that he had consumed too much mana and could not explain it clearly.

Less than a quarter of an hour

The news that the entrance to Yunmeng Mountain had been found spread throughout Huangyang County like snowflakes. Many people took horse-drawn carriages to see this mysterious entrance. Hearing is not as good as seeing. One would not feel at ease unless he saw it with his own eyes.

The first level of the entrance is actually a piece of wasteland with a radius of 20 miles. The traces left by the vicissitudes of time show that someone has planted things here before. The fields are divided into acres and there are a few rice husks.

"There's a small pond here. If you dig down, you'll find water."

"How many potatoes can be grown on 20 li of land? How many people can it feed?"

"Everyone, try to find the entrance to the second floor. The second floor should be larger than the first floor." Someone said excitedly, "Don't leave the land here uncultivated. We can still grow food."

"We'll clear the land and plant potatoes tomorrow!"

"It's snowing heavily outside, but it's just like autumn inside. It's incredible."

No one thought that there was too much food, and the proposal to open up wasteland was unanimously agreed by everyone. They dug the snow outside and put it inside. When the snow melted, it would become water and save trouble. They had to hurry up to open up wasteland and plant potatoes, and plant as many crops as possible.