The teacher's mother changed her face: "Who? Who, with such great ability, can arrange for the south to fall to such a level?

Xue Xinghan did not speak and looked up to the northwest.

In the Northwest direction, there is a big mountain with dense vegetation. The elevation is several hundred meters higher than that of 800 villages. No matter in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the legend of invisible white fog is shrouded in it. The legend of flowers that never fade at four o'clock has become a reality here.

Especially in the valley of the emperor below the mountain, it is spring all year round. Sika deer, cranes...