A group of more than 20 people dismounted one after another. The leading man took out his pistol and poked his dog-skin hat. He turned to the Japanese behind him and said: "Mr. Murakami, this is the place. Have you seen it? The rays of light are so accurate.
It’s where the dragon veins are!”
Murakami nodded happily, turned his head and muttered something to the two Japanese, then turned to the Taoist and said, "Mr. Wei, is this where the dragon veins outside the pass are located?"
The man smiled and said nothing, with a very contemptuous look on his face.
Dragon veins... where did the dragon veins come from?
Looking at the cliffs on both sides, there is only one path up the mountain in the middle, which is an open mouth; looking at the direction of the mountain, it bends abruptly, like a sickle cutting in half; and the dragon's head winds into the water, which is the trend of a dragon trapped in a shallow beach. Taken together,
, the feng shui of this mountain is very bad, where are the dragon veins?
Murakami thought that the Taoist had acquiesced and said with approval: "Very good, Mr. Wei, I promise to pay your reward when you return to Lushun."
"It'd better be that way."
Seeing that it was getting late, Murakami called out: "Xue Sang, camp where you are. We will climb the mountain tomorrow morning."
The leading man said hello, and more than twenty gangsters who had taken refuge with the Japanese dismounted one after another, untied the tents tied to their horses' backs, and began to camp on the spot. After a while, the foot of the mountain became lively, tents were set up, and gangsters were erected.
In the pot, the snow melted and the water was boiled, and the broth was filled with fragrance.
The Taoist took a hasty bite, got up and walked towards the mountain. The man named Xue greeted him several times, but the Taoist didn't stop and went straight into the forest.
He immediately said angrily: "What the hell does this bull nose mean?"
One of his subordinates said: "Brother, why do you care about that Niubi? We have taken good care of the Japanese in Manchuria and have plenty of money. We don't need to worry about anything else."
The man named Xue stopped saying anything as soon as he thought it made sense.
At this moment, a man and a woman walked out from the forest at the foot of the mountain, wearing thick furs. They were both in their forties.
The subordinates were delighted: "Hey, there are still people here who are riding horses in the barren mountains and wild mountains?" Putting down the coarse porcelain bowl that had drunk all the broth, the man patted his butt and stood up and said: "Brother, I'll go over and talk.
"
"Go." Xue said casually.
The man walked over and ran over, saying nothing more than a few words. When he saw the man waving his hand, the man flew far away like a kite with a broken string, and hit a rock with his head, causing his brain to burst!
The man named Xue was startled, and with a whistle, all the gangsters drew out their long and short firearms, aiming at the man and woman.
The man who was about forty years old narrowed his eyes and glanced at it. With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind blew up and the snow blew, making everyone unable to open their eyes.
In the panic, someone fired the first shot, and couldn't stop it. The gunshots were loud for a while. Until the wind and snow stopped, the man named Xue reloaded the magazine. After looking around for a long time and seeing no one, he immediately shouted:
"Don't fire, everyone is gone, why are you still riding horses and fighting?"
As the man named Xue greeted him, he hurriedly gathered his men and counted the heads. Six men were missing, and a Japanese was missing!
Murakami was so angry that he spoke in Japanese, but no matter how much Murakami cursed, the people named Xue just responded and did not dare to say anything.
With the wave of his hand, he can cause a blizzard and snowstorm. Could such a magical method be used by an ordinary person? Maybe he is the real person of some great immortal!
As mentioned earlier, Buddhism is not prosperous outside the Pass, but shamans and their disciples who combine with shamans are widely spread among the people.
Murakami forced Xue to quickly send someone to find his lost companion. Xue quickly said: "Mr. Murakami, I don't dare to offend the great immortal again. The person just now might be the great immortal. If he continues to provoke him, he will say
Maybe none of us can escape!"
Murakami didn't care: "Xue Sang, don't forget that your family is in Dalian! If you refuse to obey my orders, then I can't guarantee their safety."
"But... we don't know where the person has gone. Where can we find this person who is just living in vain?"
At this moment, the rays of light on the mountain behind him first faded away, and then bloomed more brilliantly. The rays of light were winding in the air, looking like a divine dragon.
Murakami muttered a few sentences in Japanese, then changed to Chinese and said: "Going into the mountains, they must have been taken to the mountains!"
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The word Mada comes from the Oroqen dialect, which means lost, and Mada Mountain is the mountain that is lost. Those who make a living from mountain products, such as ginseng pickers, suddenly change their temper when they hear about Mada Mountain. Among them, the Changbai Mountains
Mada Mountain among them is the most evil one.
This mountain has constant fog all year round, and it rarely gets sunny days. Even if you walk in during the day on a clear day, few people can come out.
When Fei Jingting entered the mountain, he could only see three feet in front of him. He relied on his celestial eye technique to sense his surroundings, so he could move as usual. Otherwise, he would have bumped into a tree while running.
After walking for more than half an hour, Fei Jingting stopped in front of a tree and thought deeply. The tree looked very familiar. Did it turn on its own, or were there two trees that looked exactly the same?
With a shake of his hand, the Green Underworld Sword appeared in his palm. Fei Jingting swung the sword and carved a deep mark on the tree. He bypassed the tree and continued to move towards the mountain. Another quarter of an hour later, the mark was carved.
The sword-marked tree blocked the way again.
The terrain under his feet kept going up, and Fei Jingting was sure that he had not taken any detours, so why was he blocked by the same tree several times?
The fog around me is very strange, and it cannot be blown away by the wind, and it feels like nothing when touched.
After standing in front of the tree and thinking for a moment, Fei Jingting thought, since it doesn't work on the ground, why not try underground?
He pinched the secret with his hands, used the escape technique, and stamped his feet to escape into the ground, but the ground was like gold and iron, and he couldn't escape at all.
Can't use escape technique?
Fei Jingting frowned, his command changed again, and he directly used the Fire Cloud Technique. The true energy circulated, and then dissipated in the fingertips. The strong true energy turned into magic power, and just when it was about to transform into a magic spell, it separated from the whole body, and in the blink of an eye
It was completely absorbed by the strange mist, and it didn't even cause any movement.
Fei Jingting took a breath of air. Could this fog be able to block spells?
Feeling unwilling to give in, Fei Jingting thought for a moment, then swung his sword, and slashed at it with a sword light. With a flash of green light, the sword light cut the big tree in front of him in half. The weakened sword light remained unabated.
, and cut a small tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl into two pieces, and then it disappeared.
Fei Jingting secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Sword Immortal's technique still works. If the technique is gone and the Sword Immortal's technique can no longer be used, then how can we create a mountain? There is no need to wait for the ginseng essence. I am afraid that I will die from sleep.
It's in Mada Mountain.
There is no way to use the invisibility technique. If the technique is removed three feet from the body, it will be absorbed by the fog. In this case, it is better to just walk around, rather than walking around in circles based on feeling.
Having made up his mind, Fei Jingting walked forward with his long sword in hand. This time when he encountered an obstacle, he didn't want to read it. He just walked up the easy road. He didn't know whether it was because he was walking randomly or because he was just lucky this time.
It was better. By midnight, the terrain gradually became flat, but he never saw the fallen tree again.
After walking around a huge boulder, Fei Jingting was about to continue moving forward, but suddenly stopped. He sensed that someone was walking towards him in front of him.
No magic could be used here, so Fei Jingting simply held his sword on guard. After a while, a black-faced old lady with a kind-hearted look walked out of the fog.
Fei Jingting glanced at it, turned around and ran away.
But the old lady Hei spoke: "Don't run away, young lady. I don't want to take action, old lady. Why are you running away?"
Yes, why are you running?
With this weird fog around, even Mr. Hu San can't use magic, right?
With some confidence in his heart, Fei Jingting turned around and said frankly: "I have seen the old lady. Aren't I afraid that you two are seeking revenge?"
The old lady giggled and said, "What kind of hatred are you looking for? The Huangpizi family claims to be one of the five great immortal families outside the Pass, and they often use their name to cause trouble. Not only the Hu family, but also the other three families have looked down upon the Huang family for a long time. Before that,
My old man took action because he didn’t want to lose the face of the Five Immortal Family.”
"That's it." Fei Jingting didn't dare to let down his guard. Who knew whether what the old lady said was true or false?
However, the old lady Hei ignored Fei Jingting's caution, caught a glimpse of the boulder, sat on it, tapped her legs and feet, and said, "Young young man, do you think you are twenty-five years old?"
"Twenty-seven."
"Oh, you look so tender. You have such a level of cultivation at your age, and you can't limit your future prospects."
"The old lady is so complimentary." Fei Jingting agreed casually.
But the old lady Hei sighed: "I really envy you. It's easier to practice by being a human being than by being a monster like us."
Fei Jingting said: "What the old lady said is wrong. How many people are there in this world? For example, in China, there are 400 million people. How many of them can practice? How many of those who can truly practice
Those who have entered the threshold of spiritual practice? How many people who have entered the threshold of spiritual practice can compare with the old lady’s cultivation?”
The old lady was amused: "Well, I feel relieved when you say that. However, to practice beast cultivation, you must first enlighten your spiritual wisdom, and then transform into a human form. After transforming, you have to create human-like meridians, which will cause you pain.
I’m afraid I can’t understand it.”
Is this how the transformed fairies originally practiced?
Recalling what Lynx said before, Fei Jingting asked: "Old lady, I heard that the five great families outside the pass rely on the Taoist yin and yang double cultivation method to practice. I don't know if it is true or not."
Unexpectedly, the old lady who was looming in the mist nodded and agreed: "Yin and Yang dual cultivation does exist, but it is not known whether it is a Taoist cultivation method."
"Oh? How do you say this?"
The old lady Hei said: "I won't tell you what method the old man has practiced. What I practice myself is the Golden Pill Technique. I calm down and transform the Qi, know the time to refine the form, slay the dragon and establish the root, take the raw medicine, refine the knot and return the elixir, and meet
Breathing in the womb, recuperating into a trance, and becoming an immortal by integrating the Tao.
I have been practicing for more than three hundred years, but now I am just refining knots and returning elixirs. If there is no chance, I am afraid that it will disappear within fifty years. The old man is even worse. If there is no result this time, I am afraid that I will not survive half a century."