After about two or three days, the snowstorm finally stopped. When Jiang Shaomu and his companions came out again, a row of fresh horse hoof prints in the snow told them that Aning and the others had already gone ahead.
Jiang Shaomu said: "Aning and the others are quite amazing. They travelled in the wind and snow."
Fatty Wang continued to sarcastically say, "This woman Aning is very cruel to everyone."
They looked up at the sky and continued on their way. On the road, they saw Aning's team. They had lost half of their men and horses and stopped on the road in a mess.
Jiang Shaomu looked at the towering mountain in the distance. Wu Yu came over and said, "It's exactly the same as the picture in the underwater tomb."
Jiang Shaomu nodded, Shunzi followed their gaze and his face changed: "You are not going here, are you?"
He quickly waved his hands and said, "Most of the Three Holy Snow Mountains are within North Korea. We can't go there."
As the saying goes, old ginger is wise. Seeing Aning and the others continue to move forward and the possibility of taking a detour, Chenpi Asi immediately thought that there was a high probability that there was a burial tomb for the queen or the prime minister in the Small Holy Mountain.
There would be no problem entering the Three Saints Snow Mountain from the Funeral Mausoleum. Shunzi did not refuse this time and led his men to the Small Holy Mountain.
It took them almost a whole day to finally reach the valley under the Little Holy Snow Mountain.
They stopped here, dug a snow cave and set up camp, planned the next day's itinerary, and then dispersed to rest or wander around.
Jiang Shaomu and Wang Pangzi were the staunch defenders of the wandering team. They pestered Shunzi to go see the special scenery nearby.
So, except for the over-aged Chenpi A'si and Monk Hua who stayed behind to take care of him, everyone in the group went to see the place where the ancient ancestors were buried in ice.
Ever since he climbed the snow-capped mountains, Zhang Qiling has always been looking into the distance inexplicably. He also went to see the ice-buried valley. Jiang Shaomu didn't know if he was reminiscing about the past.
After arranging the night shift, the group went to sleep.
The next day, before dawn, the whole team continued to move up the mountain range. The snowy road was difficult to walk on and there was also altitude sickness.
By the time they finally reached the snow slope, most of the group were so tired that they could only gasp for breath.
Jiang Shaomu didn't. In fact, Fatty Wang felt that he was very similar to Tong. They were both energetic to a certain extent.
Not only was he still alive and well, he also took out his old camera and prepared to take pictures of Zhang Qiling worshipping the Three Holy Snow Mountains.
Soon, the camera recorded such a divine scene, and Jiang Shaomu was very satisfied.
Wu Yu and Fatty Wang came over when he was taking pictures. Jiang Shaomu always had the ability to turn other people's doubts and confusion into laughter.
They were already above the mausoleum at this moment, and the snow was too thick to accurately locate them, so they finally came up with the method of using explosives.
It was then that everyone realized that Chenpi A's friend Lang Feng was actually the so-called God of Cannons in the underworld.
However, there are still some unknown risks in setting off bombs on the snowy mountains, otherwise Lang Feng would not have failed in the plot.
Jiang Shaomu first found a suitable rock angle to avoid the avalanche. Chenpi A Si was a man who could listen to others. Although he thought Lang Feng would not fail, he still followed the group and hid.
Without looking at Lang Feng's resentful look after he felt distrusted, Jiang Shaomu tied a rope around his waist and pasted a talisman on him before backing away.
Lang Feng's title as the God of Artillery is well-deserved. Even after the gunpowder exploded, there was no noise at all.
The small avalanche still arrived as expected, and seeing the opportunity, a group of people pulled and pulled, and with the help of Lang Feng's force running here, they successfully pulled the other party over before the wind and snow came down.
As soon as Lang Feng came over, he hugged Jiang Shaomu warmly, praising him for his foresight and life-saving grace.
Fatty Wang boasted: "Our little Jiang is so amazing!"
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