A person settles in a corner, and the world in his eyes is only three or two miles away. If you look a little further, you will see the mountains with many mountains. No matter how you climb, it is difficult to get ahead. When you really reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains.
Only when you are here can you feel how big this world is.
There is no room for me to question how resounding the names of the top ten masters are. I have already experienced the majesty of Huang Chenqujun’s sky-shattering sword last night, and the calm terror in Tao Jinhong, the other Tao Jinhong, still reminds me of it.
It all makes me tremble. Such people usually burn incense every day without being seen or heard about, but when the news about the Dongting Lake True Dragon came out, it actually attracted Yizijian, Shanyang Zhenren and Wuchen Taoist.
It's really amazing to have three elders come here.
However, despite sighing, I still have some ideas in my mind. Among the top ten masters, there are high and low levels of strength. As tall as Tao Jinhong, a figure like an earthly immortal. His movements are as natural as the way of heaven. His majestic demeanor is difficult for ordinary people to shake. As for Huang Chenqu
You are generally at a disadvantage when fighting with Yang Zhixiu, so you know that time flies, and your status in the world cannot be ranked by reputation.
Seeing how Taoist Master Wuchen's disciple Song Xiaoyi was bitten by a group of dwarf mules, we knew that either the master was not good enough, or Taoist Master Wuchen did not know how to teach his apprentices.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Unknowingly, my horizons were so high. If I said it, I wouldn't be so generous as to make people laugh.
But no matter what, the disciples of Taoist Master Wuchen are all resounding golden signs. We stood in awe, praised him, and then asked him what his plans are next. Song Xiaoyi took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms
After pouring two small blue pills and taking them, he felt much better and said he was going to find the main army and asked us if we wanted to go together.
It would be best to have some contact with them. We nodded in agreement, then gave up our plan to return. Under the leadership of Song Xiaoyi, we crossed the reed swamp and climbed towards the opposite mountain peak.
Although Song Xiaoyi fell behind the team, the Laoshan faction was very careful and kept leaving marks along the way. We took advantage of the sky to take advantage of the darkness and took a breath and climbed towards the opposite mountain. This island is quite large, with dozens of peaks.
Three, and the one Song Xiaoyi led us to climb was the tallest one, which was also the majestic peak in the middle.
As we walked, we looked up. Although the sun had set at this moment, there was still light. It was the intersection between day and night. There was a faint Tai Chi halo swirling above our heads. We saw the magical refraction of light.
, we seemed to see the ambergris waving towards us, and we couldn't help but be full of energy and strive to climb up the mountain.
This mountain peak is quite peculiar, and it feels like it was born out of thin air. At the foot of the mountain, there are dense forests and dense grass, connected by vines. As you climb higher, there are more and more large rocks, large and small, that pop out suddenly.
There were countless obstacles, many of which directly blocked our way forward, making it very difficult to walk. Because the road was so difficult and dangerous, no one said much along the way. Apart from reminding each other, they all fell into silence.
Now it’s time to test my practice level. I have practiced the witchcraft sutra left by the old man in Shange, and I have already achieved some success in the method of exerting force under my feet. Pointing my toes to the ground and flying across my body are not
It is a very difficult thing, and the Zamao Trail has its own light-body techniques passed down from Maoshan. In Hong Kong back then, even a two-foot-high wall could be climbed. This mountaineering road can only be regarded as a smooth road.
As for the rest of the people, it was quite difficult and they had to use both their hands and feet to get up the mountain.
But something worth mentioning is that Song Xiaoyi probably grew up in Laoshan since he was a child, and his ability to climb mountains and ridges is very good. Even though he is injured, his skills are very flexible, like a monkey, he can climb up and down mountains.
Those who were jumping up and down far exceeded the young master of Ciyuan Pavilion, who had been staying in the city all year round, and his two guards.
Needless to say, the journey was difficult and dangerous. As we came up the mountain, we could see bloodstains, but we didn't see anyone. Neither the Laoshan Sect nor the Yutou Gang could hear it.
This situation not only made us a little confused, but even Song Xiaoyi, who was full of confidence, also had some hesitation in his heart.
When he turned over and climbed onto a big rock, he suddenly raised his hands to signal to stop, then sat cross-legged, his hands circling around his body, like butterflies dancing, very graceful. His gesture was as graceful as a woman's, but there was something about him
Bursts of blood overflowed, recalling the day Longhushan accused Song Xiaoyi of practicing the evil spirit cult. Now it seems that this is indeed the case.
We saw Song Xiaoyi crossing his legs and closing his eyes. We knew he was contacting people from his sect, so we didn’t stop him and gathered in a corner. I looked at the earth that was about to fall into darkness, thought about it, and spoke seriously to the Shaodong family of Ciyuan Pavilion.
Discuss: "Zhilong, this trip is dangerous. The more I think about it, the more something is wrong. I'm afraid there will be trouble soon, and Lao Xiao and I can't care about you. It's too late now. I suggest you go back and talk tomorrow; and we
Here, how about bringing people back as soon as we get the results?"
The young master's family disagreed, saying that after a hundred and a half miles, we would be there soon. There was really no reason to give up midway. Brother Lu, you don't have to persuade me. I am responsible for my own safety.
Both Zamao Xiaodao and I felt that it was dangerous and tried to persuade him a few words. However, the young master was determined to make progress and insisted on going. We were not from Ciyuan Pavilion. If we tried to persuade him too much, it would arouse people's doubts. So if we didn't persuade him, it would be fine.
Did their duty.
Song Xiaoyi sat cross-legged and meditated for more than two minutes. Suddenly he jumped up from the ground and pointed in the direction to the left: "My master and the others are right there!"
I looked in the direction he pointed, but I saw a low peak over there. If my memory serves me well, we came by boat earlier and saw that the mountain wall with holes was also in this area. After climbing over that
Shanliangzi, below is the mighty Dongting Lake, the lake water slaps the concave opening, forming a large whirlpool.
Song Xiaoyi was very sure. However, there was a long distance between us and the short peak. It was impossible to walk over it directly. Only with the help of climbing ropes or vines could we climb over. I touched my chin on the trail of miscellaneous hair.
, saying that if they were really there, chasing and killing like this, how would they have time to prepare the rope?
Song Xiaoyi agreed with the Zamao Trail and followed this beam to look left and right. He suddenly cheered and said there was a road here.
We ran to him and saw a natural stone arch bridge on the side, connecting us to the short peak on the opposite side. Because it was separated by several huge stones and covered by a hanging vine, the bridge we just saw was
Less than.
We walked around the stone and came to the natural arch bridge. We saw a pool a few tens of meters directly below. There were also a few unexpected large stones next to it. There was a corpse on it, smashed to pieces, with white brains and red
The stone was smeared with blood, and he was wearing the same gray robe as Song Xiaoyi, but because of the miserable fall, his appearance could no longer be seen clearly.
Seeing the corpses of his family members, Song Xiaoyi didn't say anything. His face was serious. Without saying a word, he walked across the arch bridge, which was only more than one meter wide, and rushed towards the opposite side.
We didn't stop and rushed across the arch bridge following his back.
After crossing the arch bridge and bypassing a dozen old pine trees, we finally came to a spacious rock platform. Standing here, facing the vast lake, I even saw the Xunlong on the left. As big as the palm of your hand, it was parked in the distance. On this stone platform, the corpses of seven or eight men in black robes were scattered everywhere. There were also two Laoshan Taoist priests wearing gray robes, both of whom had been shot in the throat. The blood had long since drained from the sword mark as big as a baby's mouth.
Seeing these two people, Song Xiaoyi rushed forward excitedly, knelt down on the ground, and cried excitedly: "Senior Brother Yan Xu, Senior Brother Chen Xin..."
Song Xiaoyi was in terrible pain, and we checked on the Yutou Gang. A few of them had suffered sword wounds, but most of them were directly shocked to death by the force of their palms.
The young master of Ciyuan Pavilion squatted in front of a middle-aged man with silk robes and black dragon patterns on his sleeves to inspect. When he saw us gathering around him, he raised his head and explained to us: "Xiong Chen, the deputy leader of the Fish Head Gang, He monopolizes the aquatic product markets in eight counties and cities, including Yueyang, Changde, Yiyang, and Yuanjiang, and has done business with us. Only his farm can provide the main ingredient in the top-grade healing elixir, the golden-threaded Chinese sturgeon fry. Yiba, an all-powerful figure, unexpectedly died here..."
so smart?
Hearing the young master's introduction, we all couldn't help but shake our heads. These members of the Evil Spirit Cult are really confusing. With such a big business, good local tycoons have to come and mix things up if they don't do it. Now, It really doesn't make sense to die so quietly.
Seeing us sighing, the young master smiled bitterly. Before we came here, everyone was full of confidence and thought that they were the lucky ones. Who could have imagined that the fate would be just a pile of loess?
Hearing this, Song Xiaoyi felt the most. He let out a long sigh, and then shouted loudly: "Master, where are you? Master..."
He shouted so hard that his voice was loud and loud, and could be heard by the entire Xiaofeng, but no one responded.
Song Xiaoyi shouted hoarsely, but he didn't see his master. He couldn't help but feel dizzy. He looked at us helplessly and said, where is my master? I clearly sensed them just now? Zamao Xiaodao thought for a while, It may not be on the peak, but it's at the bottom of the peak. Maybe it went to the bottom of the lake.
We walked to the edge of the cliff and looked outside. A hundred meters away, the lake was dark green and dark, with no appearance. However, at this moment, a gray figure was suddenly thrown out from the cliff in a parabola. Falling towards the lake below.