Lingyun Mountain, to the west of the Bailong Mountains, is nothing special except for its height.
It is not an isolated mountain, with mountains surrounding it. It is just disconnected from the Bailong Mountains, otherwise it would be merged into it.
"This is where you live?"
Standing in front of the dark cave entrance, Wang Li's eyebrows knitted together.
Ling Yue'er stood behind him, her eyes no longer looked red, but her mood was still low and she was far from recovering from the blow.
She replied calmly: "Young wild monsters can only live in a place like this."
Wang Li turned back: "What if it's not a little mountain demon?"
"Of course it means taking over the mountain and becoming the king, gathering the demon clan, expanding the territory, and gaining unparalleled momentum."
"Have you ever seen this kind of monster?"
"I've seen it before. There's one in the north."
"What kind of monster?"
"Not sure."
Wang Li stepped inside and asked as he walked: "Why don't you go and join me?"
"If you are driven and controlled by others, where can you find freedom?"
"No more now."
"..."
Ling Yue'er's eyes changed somewhat in the dark environment of the cave. Wang Li's straightforward words made her clearly understand her current situation again.
She actually knew that she would never have freedom in the ruined temple, but being deceived emotionally and being suppressed invisibly by the old monk Qingchi made her lose her will to resist.
At this time, I realized again that I felt embarrassed.
After walking for a while, Wang Li stopped.
It's not that he's afraid, but that he can't see clearly. There's almost no light here, his eyesight isn't that good, and the improvement of eyesight caused by the physical training realm isn't that outrageous.
"Come forward and lead the way. Is it still far?"
Ling Yue'er looked at his face but didn't catch any information. She walked around Wang Li freely and led the way, "We'll be there soon."
"Is it so dark inside?" Wang Li followed gropingly with small steps.
"No."
What Ling Yue'er said was true. After walking more than a hundred steps in a zigzag manner, Wang Li suddenly saw a faint light in front of him.
Gradually getting closer, the pupils begin to slowly contract under the stimulation of light.
After a while, they came to a cave with a vast space.
The space around and above the head has been widened. Judging from the marks on the wall, it is not natural.
The four walls and dome are covered with green vines, and the fresh leaves bear fluorescent fruits one after another. They are the source of light here.
There are wooden tables and chairs, clay pots and pots in the cave, and flower stands can be seen everywhere.
Behind the screen, you can vaguely see a canopy bed, with the curtains lightly covering it and the gauze fluttering.
On the other side of the cave, a river flows through the mountain.
After Ling Yue'er entered the cave, her breathing suddenly relaxed for a moment, but the footsteps following behind her interrupted her relaxed mood after returning home, and her light eyebrows also wrinkled.
She turned around and saw Wang Li looking around and commenting: "It's a beautiful place. You haven't been down the mountain for half a year. Why is there no dust at all?"
Ling Yue'er thought of what happened before again, and her eyes suddenly turned fierce.
"I don't live down the mountain, we just meet occasionally."
Wang Li nodded and walked to the square table close to the mountain wall and sat down.
Putting down his sword, he said: "I have a question."
Ling Yue'er looked at him.
"You said before that if we didn't come, you would kill them, so why didn't you resist when he strangled your neck?" Wang Li paused and added: "Well, I saw that you had raised your head
I started to take action, but quickly put it down again. Did I suddenly feel hopeless, or..."
"It's the old monk. He told me not to move." Ling Yuer interrupted his speculation and gave the answer directly.
Wang Li sighed softly.
As expected, Master Qingchi was really testing him at every turn.
But this should be said to be a good thing for him, because the more worried Qingchi becomes, the more he can prove the importance of "Sword Art".
What's old doesn't always go out of style.
Especially in the world of spiritual practice, ancient techniques and ancient artifacts are always admired. It seems that the older things are, the more precious they are.
This actually makes some sense.
The skills that can be passed down from ancient times to the present have at least been tested by generations of people. Those ancient skills that have not been experienced have probably almost disappeared. Naturally, not many people say that the ancient skills are not good anymore; and the so-called artifacts
The likes have passed the test of time first. If they are not strong enough, they may be reduced to ashes under the influence of time earlier.
Wang Li combines two different world views. He will not be superstitious about one of them, nor will he ignore the other.
He set his sights on Ling Yue'er.
The little cat demon's brows twitched slightly, but they smoothed it over in an instant. She looked directly at Wang Li's eyes without any fear, let alone any embarrassment.
Wang Li didn't feel offended. He even felt that Ling Yue'er at this moment really looked more like a cat.
The woman who was crying and crying in the ruined temple before must have been a delicate and frightened little animal.
Or it could be that the little cat fell in love with a demon for the first time but was heartbroken by the scumbag, and couldn't think about it for a while.
Thinking of this, Wang Li couldn't help laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" Ling Yue'er frowned, her eyes full of doubts.
"It's okay. You said there is a demon clan in the north who occupies the mountain as king, but don't you care about the nearby human clan?"
"The demon clan has its territory, and the human clan has its rules. Why should the human clan control the demon clan?" Ling Yue'er didn't understand why Wang Li raised such a question, and at the same time expressed her pride as a demon clan.
Wang Li turned a blind eye and asked, "Who divides the territory and sets the rules?"
Ling Yue'er was stunned and shook her head: "I don't know, it should be decided between the Demon King of the Demon Clan and the Immortal Sect of the Human Clan."
Wang Li nodded slightly.
The Immortal Sect is like the White Dragon Temple, but much larger than the White Dragon Temple. It is not uncommon to have hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of true Immortal Sect disciples.
This world is not a world of a certain dynasty and a bunch of small countries. Naturally, the state, as the main structural form of human settlement, has not disappeared, but the world is too big, and human countries cannot occupy such a huge territory.
What's more, since ancient times, the Immortal Sect has been the main source of power for the human race.
The dynasty does not have the power and qualifications to control the Immortal Sect, and the Immortal Sect is not willing to get deeply entangled with the dynasty.
Wang Li was born in a small country to the west of the Bailong Mountains, called "Li Country", with an area of one million square kilometers.
There are four countries around China with very similar land areas.
This place has been called the Five Kingdoms Territory for I don’t know how many years.
After collecting his mind, Wang Li asked: "Is there anything to eat?"
Ling Yue'er was stunned again, probably because her residence had never entertained guests, but Wang Li's current status was not that of a guest to her.
"This...do you eat fish?"
Wang Li nodded, and then said: "It's not good to be alive."
"I know." Ling Yue'er turned around and rolled her eyes quietly. This chapter has been completed!