At the entrance of the courtyard, there are two green and green welcoming pines. Follow the stone path around the pines. The scenery in the courtyard suddenly becomes brighter, reflecting the sky and the distant mountain scenery. The lake water appears emerald blue.
The fine white sand is spread on the edge of the lake, contrasting with the lake water.
The maple tree, which seems to be in a constant state of autumn, stands like a beauty by the lake, spreading its fiery red leaves and swaying in the wind.
The small buildings by the lake are also very unique.
Looking in through the open window, two girls in gorgeous dresses were still embroidering handkerchiefs and playing around.
"Is there anyone else here?"
"Ying Shu didn't say anything!" Ye Chuxiao was stunned.
Then the two girls also discovered Ye Chuxiao. When they saw Ye Chuxiao, they were stunned at first, but then they seemed to understand, and they both jumped out of the small building lightly.
Then in mid-air, the two of them turned into two light and beautiful butterflies. Judging from the color of their wings, they were exactly the same as the colors of the dresses they were wearing.
The butterfly flew to Ye Chuxiao's side, and then turned into a beautiful girl, kneeling at Ye Chuxiao's feet: "Yi Feng, Lan Ying, have met the master!"
Butterfly demon?
Ye Chuxiao was still in a daze.
But he didn't feel the evil spirit in these two girls.
"No! It can't be a demon. There are no demons in Shenjing City. It's just that almost every demon will be registered in the special Demon Household Department. Someone will come to inquire every month. The management is strict."
"Since Ying Shu has hidden herself from the other courtyard, she will not cause trouble again. They should be 'shu users', also known as 'Shikigami', magic cultivators, beast control masters, demon sealing masters, spiritual masters, etc."
Everyone has similar means, which can transform spiritual objects into human forms and control them."
"Compared with demons, these 'magic users' exist dependent on their creators and are far inferior in terms of independence."
"Of course, since they were enlightened by Ying Shu, they can naturally recognize my identity according to the breath of the heart elixir."
Ye Chuxiao opened his mouth and said to the two butterfly magic users: "It seems that you already know who I am. I will take care of you in my daily life from now on."
The two butterfly magicians immediately said in unison: "Yes!"
Ye Chuxiao didn't pay much attention to them, and took the lead to walk into the small waterside building, and found an elegant place to sit by the window to enjoy the maple leaves.
Two butterfly magicians immediately served refreshments.
"Go and find all the books about this place, the wonderland, and the state of death. I want to read them." Ye Chuxiao picked up a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth, then ordered.
Among the two butterfly magic users, the girl Lan Ying, who looked rounder and more childish, with a faint smile, looked at Ye Chuxiao's hand holding the cake, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and felt a little reluctant to leave.
I followed my sister to move books.
When he turned his head away, he pouted.
After a while, two butterfly magicians brought two large piles of books and stacked them at Ye Chuxiao's hands for easy browsing.
Then he looked at Ye Chuxiao eagerly, as if he didn't know what to do next.
"Go and play by yourself!" Ye Chuxiao waved his hand.
The two butterfly magicians immediately retreated.
Ye Chuxiao was completely immersed in the world of books.
This lasted most of the day. By the time Ye Chuxiao came back to his senses, it was completely dark.
During the butterfly spell, Yi Feng, who seemed to have a more mature temperament, was carefully flicking the wick on the side. She held a bamboo stick in her delicate hands and flicked it from a distance, as if she was afraid that the weak flame would splash it.
On the body.
"There's no need to go to such trouble. Even if the night is as dark as ink, as long as there is a glimmer of light, I can see without any hindrance."
"Where's Lan Ying?" Ye Chuxiao put down the book in his hand and stretched his body and asked.
"She has rested. Do you need me to wake her up?" Yi Feng asked cautiously.
Judging from her appearance, she didn't look like she was used to serving others. She was just cautious and cautious, but she didn't have a very clear idea.
Apparently Ying Shu inspired them to take care of the courtyard, then left it aside and allowed them to rest here freely.
Perhaps, if Ye Chuxiao hadn't mentioned it, Ying Shu would have forgotten about this courtyard and the two butterfly envoys who casually enlightened it.
"I'm a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?" Ye Chuxiao shook his head and asked Yifeng.
Yifeng said: "When the master left, he had already spent all the money he left behind. The pastries that the master just ate were the ones that Lan Ying and I got in exchange for doing needlework, and they are all gone now... But there are still Lan Ying and I."
Does the master want to use the nectar that Yingying brewed?"
Ye Chuxiao nodded, and at the same time he took off the money bag from his waist and handed it to Yifeng.
"You can use these silver coins first. It's time to buy replacement items in the courtyard."
"I don't have enough money anymore, I want it any more!" Ye Chuxiao said.
Yifeng took the money bag with a very obvious look of joy on his face.
The strength and ability of a magician are determined by the practitioner who enlightens them.
When Ying Shu initiated the two butterfly envoys, she only intended to use them as maids, so naturally she did not give them any more abilities.
After Ying Shu forgot about them, although they did not have to eat three meals a day like ordinary people, it was not easy to live in this huge city.
Now we have a new owner, Ye Chuxiao, who seems to have a good temper... What's more important is that he finally gave him money, which made Yi Feng sigh a big sigh of relief.
Seeing Ye Chuxiao's tired face, Yifeng took the initiative and asked: "Master, is there anything that makes you confused?"
Then she continued: "I have read most of the books in the courtyard, and I can still remember some of the contents. Maybe I can help the master answer questions."
Ye Chuxiao thought for a while, and then said: "There is a saying in the book that all monks who want to enter the wonderful realm from the realm of energy need to sit on the threshold of death. The so-called sitting on the threshold of death is to feel the way of death and life. Sitting on death and looking at life, you should
The thoughts of all living beings lead to the wonder of eternal life."
"What does the word "Infinite Life" here mean?"
The knowledge that Ye Chuxiao had learned before was actually very general. More detailed and detailed things still need to be answered in another way.
In fact, there is no other basis for starting from Mongolian studies, and monks who have set foot in the realm of energy are already extremely rare.
A few monks who were born in the common people were able to purchase spiritual roots, and those monks who entered the realm of spiritual cultivation also came from wealthy families and had their own people to teach them.
If Ye Chuxiao is confused, of course he can ask Jin Sanniang and others, but now that Yifeng is here, it might be the same thing to ask her.
"Infinite life means a life span that is not disturbed by the outside world. Monks who can sense the thoughts of all living beings, sit at the gate of death, and enter the wonderful realm, in addition to normal life extension, also have endless life. This life span is only related to the thoughts of their own souls.
It is relevant and does not involve foreign matters.”
"That is to say, even if the life span of the Miaojing cultivator is over, and the Miaojing monk is dead in the eyes of everyone, his thoughts will still not dissipate, and will echo in the void, and will not completely disappear until the timeless life is over.
"
When Ye Chuxiao heard this, he immediately understood.
What is enhanced by the wonderful realm is the life span of the monk's soul, which is also called the endless life span.
Even if the physical body dies, if the life of the soul is still there, it can still survive in another way.
In a sense, this is somewhat close to the concept of "ghost", but it is not a ghost.
In the world of spiritual practice, those ghosts in the conventional sense are not the continuation of the living after death, but the remaining obsessions after the living, combined with some unique Yin Qi and filthy Qi between heaven and earth. In fact, they are a kind of ghost.
This new kind of 'energy life' has inherited the memories and cognitions of certain living people, but has undergone earth-shaking changes in its personality.
"Because of Infinite Life, there are monks who have the means to be reborn through reincarnation or to enter ghost cultivation. Only when they enter the wonderful realm can the possibilities of monks be broadened and can they have a more true sense of '
Past and present lives. As for the wonderful realm, it will all be over after one death!" At this time, Ye Chuxiao did not dwell too much on the issue of his own existence.
There is no point in thinking about a problem that cannot be thought through at the moment.
Just think of it as a golden finger taking him through time and allowing him to be reborn again!
"How many ways are there to die?" Ye Chuxiao asked Yifeng again.
Yifeng immediately recounted the treasures: "Usually there are seven methods: drinking poison, burying alive, flooding, extinguishing the breath, sealing the orifice, coagulating blood, and turtle breathing. In addition, because the skills are different, you can also use weapons and techniques.
The method is so powerful that it can reach the point of death, but it is a cruel method, with the intention of destroying the cauldron and sinking the boat. It is too dangerous and cannot be used unless it is a last resort."
Ye Chuxiao nodded.
Sitting at the crossroads of death is not really seeking death.
Just feel the moment of life and death, and then the wonderful heart will open and the door to the wonderful realm will be opened.
Therefore, those methods that try to preserve the body as much as possible and achieve "half-death" are the methods that can usually be used to avoid death.
Among them, the most commonly used method is 'burying alive'.
The monks will find a hole in the ground or a mountain cave, bury themselves completely, and in the absolute darkness and silence, as the footsteps of death approach, they can feel the moment of life and death.
Of course, they will also tell their close relatives and friends to set a time. If the person does not come out by the time, the relatives and friends will dig it out, and then forcefully wake it up.
Other techniques, such as drinking doves, flooding with water, cutting off the breath, sealing the orifice, etc., have similar practical uses.
They always leave a way out in advance, and then find the right time to perform the death test.
Therefore, the person responsible for awakening the Tao must choose carefully.
If you entrust someone to someone else, then the game is over.
Throughout the ages, there have been many unlucky people like this who have been put on the verge of death and have actually lost their lives.
This is also the reason why ordinary civilian monks rarely stand out and reach the heights of wonderful realms.
As for those monks who come from wealthy families, their guardians are often their parents and elders, so their safety is adequately guaranteed.
Sitting on death's door can make you feel more confident and bold.
Commoner monks do have parents, but most of their parents are not monks. Even if they are determined to be guardians, they are unable to do so.
Ye Chuxiao didn't really understand the method of death, so he asked specifically.
But he wanted to get some more different answers from Yifeng's mouth.
After all, because of the Nine-Death Demonic Skill, these methods of sitting in the death trap in the usual sense have no effect on Ye Chuxiao.
In an instant, Ye Chuxiao, who was beaten to pieces, was able to come back to life with the help of the Nine Death Demon Technique. What use could these methods of burying alive, swallowing poison, flooding, and sealing Qi have on him?
“Sometimes being too incomprehensible is also troublesome.”
"I am not really immortal now, but I am trying to die in the conventional sense. It has no effect on me. The energy consumed by sustaining damage in an instant is not comparable to the automatic absorption of the energy of heaven and earth by my spiritual roots.
"
"But if you really seek death and provoke those opponents you can't afford to offend, you may be defeated continuously and die completely. By then, you won't even have the chance to sit in the death barrier and break through the wonderful realm, even if
Even if you break through, you won't be able to leapfrog and kill the enemy, you will still be killed."
"This is really a troublesome problem." Ye Chuxiao rubbed his eyebrows and thought about countermeasures.
At this time, Yi Feng stepped over and took the initiative to put her cold fingers on Ye Chuxiao's temples, and kneaded them gently.
"Master! I have heard that there is an old tavern near the Chunyu Pavilion on Yao Mountain outside the city. It sells a kind of wine called Zui Sheng Meng Death. It is said that it can make people drunk and not be able to afford it. It is a good way to sit in the state of death.
Things! I have acquaintances in the old tavern who can help." Yifeng said.
Ye Chuxiao opened his eyes: "Drunken to death?"
"Yes! I also know that the most important material for brewing wine in Zui Sheng Meng Death is Drunken Dragon Grass."
"However, it is said that anyone who wants to drink to death must do something for the owner of the old tavern." Yifeng said.
Ye Chuxiao slapped the six-door badge on the table: "Here! Can you drink his wine for free?"
Yifeng glanced at the silver medal waistband on the six doors: "Master! If it is replaced by a gold medal brand, there might be a glimmer of possibility. If it is the brand of Shenzhen, then it will be foolproof."
Ye Chuxiao said: "Is a tavern outside the city so tough?"
Yifeng said: "That's because the old man who runs the tavern is an old dragon!"
"It is said that he is the Dragon King of Yunwu in Yao Mountain. He used to be the Dragon King of Yunmeng Daze. After being driven out of Yunmeng Daze by his own brother and his wife, he opened a tavern in Yao Mountain to help Daheng.
Sort out the dragon veins of Mount Yao and ensure smooth weather within a thousand miles radius, in exchange for a place to live on Mount Yao."
Ye Chuxiao sat upright and looked at Yifeng carefully.
I saw her beautiful features, pretty eyes, and plump body. Although she was of mortal color, she was the best in human desires.
"It seems that I have underestimated you!" Ye Chuxiao said with a smile.
Yifeng did not stop massaging Ye Chuxiao, but moved her fingers from the temples to the shoulders and arms, kneading them carefully, lowered her head and said shyly: "My sister and I have to live in these years, because we are aliens, so we have to
If you interact more with strangers, you may know a little bit about some gossip inside and outside the divine capital city."
"Okay! Then you can accompany me out of the city tomorrow and go to the old tavern in Yaoshan Mountain to meet this Yunwu Dragon Lord." Ye Chuxiao made a final decision.
In fact, in his current state, he has no more options.
After all, the conventional means of facing death were of no use to Ye Chuxiao.
There was no words for the whole night, and early the next morning, Ye Chuxiao, together with Yi Feng and Lan Ying, took a carriage out of Shenjing City and went straight to Yao Mountain.
The city of Shenjing is located at the foot of Mount Yao, and Mount Yao is the ancestor of the Daheng Mountains and the king of ten thousand peaks.
As the starting point of the Great Everlasting Dragon Veins, Yaoshan Mountain is naturally valued by the royal family. From the mountainside to the top of the mountain, most of the energy of heaven and earth is thick, and the places where it is stored have already been occupied.
It was either given to the prince or to the princess. Even among the high-ranking ministers in the court, few could be rewarded with a manor on Mount Yao.
On Mount Yao, in addition to the villas and manors of princes and princesses scattered all over.
There are also more than a dozen temples and Taoist temples affiliated with the royal family, which worship Buddhist and Taoist masters who are attached to the royal family.
Some of these temples and Taoist temples are secular. When the season is good, they are open to tourists to come in to enjoy flowers and worship Buddha.
But there are also some who are completely secluded from the world, shrouded in the formation all year round and cannot be seen.
The old tavern mentioned by Yifeng is located on the Cuifeng in the north of Yao Mountain, near the Chunyu Pavilion with one hundred and eight views of Yao Mountain, halfway up the mountain.
At the Chunyu Pavilion, the light rain is like mist, which persists all year round. When the sun shines, a large number of rainbow lights jump in the mountain stream, making the spirit lively and intoxicating.
After passing the Chunyu Pavilion, I looked far away and saw a seemingly ordinary three-story attic.
Perhaps because of the scorching heat in midsummer, there are particularly many tourists who come to this mountain to escape the heat.
The old tavern was also full of guests and friends at this time.
It was full of guests from inside to outside.
The tourists were sitting on the banks of the mountain cliffs, enjoying the cool breeze, drinking wine, eating food, and admiring the scenery. They were very happy.
On the other side of the old tavern, a long line of kneeling monks spread directly from the side door to the side of Chunyu Pavilion.
"They all came to ask for the reward from Old Long Lord!" Yi Feng whispered to Ye Chuxiao.
"Do so many people need to live in a state of intoxication? Is the risk of the conventional death penalty method so high?" Ye Chuxiao said in surprise.
Yi Feng chuckled and said: "Master! These people don't want to drink for themselves, but they want to resell it for a good price, and they are pretending to be miserable for Old Long Jun! Moreover, some of them are the customers of the nobles in Shenjing City, and they have been here all year round.
I am stationed here just in case Long Jun is in a good mood and gives me an opportunity, then I will make a profit."
Ye Chuxiao said: "Didn't you say before that as long as you do things for the old Lord Long, you can get a drunken life and death?"
Yifeng said: "How can ordinary people do the things that Old Lord Long needs people to do? Most of them can't get into Old Lord Long's eyes."
Then he changed the topic: "Master, you are different. With your ability and grace, I think Old Lord Long will definitely be willing to form a good relationship with you."
It's no use talking nice, things have to go so smoothly.
When they entered the tavern, before they saw Old Long Jun, they saw a strong man with thick arms and black hair, walking sideways and looking at them like his eyes were above his head: "Please wait in line to eat and drink.
There are still ten tables of customers in front of us, so we expect to have to wait for another hour or so before a table becomes available.”
"If you come here to pray for a drunken life and a dream, then leave your name, identity, and the methods you are good at, and make a record. If the Dragon King needs it, he will ask someone to find you."
Ye Chuxiao was slightly in a daze.
This is not the same as what he imagined!
Shouldn't it be that Mr. Long has been waiting for this destined person for a long time?
Then not only give him a generous reward, but also give him a arduous task full of adventure and adventure?
It’s all written like this in novels!
What the hell is waiting in line for notifications?
Yifeng stepped out first, with a bright smile on his face: "It must be General Xie!"
"I am the sister recognized by Sister Beng. Today I came to see my sister to catch up with her."
The strong man's eyes that seemed to have stretched to the top of his head fell down and he glanced at Yi Feng. His previous expression of being businesslike and keeping strangers away became much better.
"Since she is Sister Beng's sister, let's go in! Wait in private room B3 first, and I will serve you some food and drinks. When Sister Beng is finished, she will come to see you," said the strong man.
There was also a group of people waiting on the side. They seemed to be tourists from out of town, and they were well-dressed. When they heard that the strong man directly arranged private rooms for Ye Chuxiao and others, they immediately became unhappy and seemed to be making a scene.
The strong man squinted and said, "If you don't like it, get out! Who can wait patiently?"
These out-of-towners were about to make a scene, but were stopped by local friends next to them.
Then he was dragged out of the tavern door.
Foreign tourists were particularly dissatisfied and shouted outside the door: "I have never been insulted like this in Kuocangmen."
Following the guidance of the strong man, the three of them sat in a private room that was not spacious.
After a while, the waiter's puppet brought the cooked wine and food. It smelled and looked like they were all delicious and delicious... It was just some vegetables, beef, mutton, and pork, and there was no trace of fresh river aquatic products.
Opening the window, the cool breeze outside the window swayed along the trees in the distance and flowed into the private room. The feeling of comfort offset the dullness in the private room.
The three of them didn't move their chopsticks much, they just chatted.
After waiting for about half an hour, a fat woman walked in with two plates of dishes and a face filled with enthusiasm.
"Hey! My good girl, after such a long time, you finally remembered to meet me as your god-sister." The fat woman came in with a smile on her face and greeted Yifeng.
At the same time, he also said to Lan Ying: "Little sister Lan is here too! It's great! Stay a few more days, and my sister will take you to eat, drink and play around."
"There are forty-nine secret places in Yao Mountain. Although most of them have been occupied and become private scenes, there are still a few places to see. This season is the most beautiful."
After saying that, the fat woman finally noticed Ye Chuxiao, looked at her with inquiring eyes, then nodded and said hello, and then said to Yifeng narrowly: "Are you a good friend?"
"He seems to have some strength, he doesn't look unreliable."
"But his facial features are ruthless, and he is a guy who only cares about cultivation and has no sense of justice. Sister...if he is sorry for you, sister will teach him a lesson for you."
The fat woman spoke without politeness and seemed confident.
Yifeng said a little shyly: "What did my sister say? This is my master!"
"Is this your master? It doesn't seem like he has the ability to enlighten your cultivation... I'm afraid he inherited it from somewhere!"
"Looks like he's a young man from an aristocratic family!" The fat woman looked at Ye Chuxiao with even more scrutiny.
"I don't care what your status is. If you want to rely on your status to treat my two sisters, I, an old clam, will not be polite to you." The fat woman said to Ye Chuxiao.
Ye Chuxiao said: "It's just an ordinary employment relationship. Sister Beng, don't worry."
Yifeng said: "Sister! My master wants to exchange a jar of wine with Mr. Long. I wonder if you can help me find a way?"
The fat woman whispered to Yifeng: "You came at an unlucky time. It rains frequently. In previous years, the Dragon King and his old man would not be able to afford to get drunk. I think this year will be no exception. The wine...
·If he doesn’t have enough to drink himself, how can he have any surplus to sell?”
"If you can wait, just wait a few more months. When the water dries up in winter, I will ask the Dragon King for some favors and give you some, okay?"
It's only summer now, and there's still more than half a year until winter. How could Ye Chuxiao be willing to wait outside the wonderful realm for so long?
Cultivation is a matter of racing against time.
What's more, now in Daheng, Tang Sutong sacrificed himself to complete the way of heaven, which only lasted twenty years.
Now that we have about eighteen years left, how can we tolerate such a delay?
"Sister Beng! If it's convenient, could you recommend me to Mr. Long?"
"I am Ye Chuxiao, the Silver Chapter of the Six Gates, who is also the prison warden of the Ministry of Punishment. He is somewhat capable and can do some practical things for Mr. Long." Ye Chuxiao said politely, without concealing his identity, and directly took out the
own advantages.
Sister Beng said: "It's just a silver medal, and a gold medal is nothing more than that! If you are a great catcher, you can meet the Dragon King right away."
"Actually, the eldest sister is doing it for your own good. The Dragon King has drunk a lot at this time. If he sends you to Yunmeng Daze to deliver a message to the princess, I'm afraid you will never return."
Ye Chuxiao thought to himself: "What a good guy! This is still an extra dragon!"
"I heard Yifeng talking about the old dragon before. He was driven out of Yunmeng Daze by his brother and his wife, and lost the position of Dragon King. I thought he was just unlucky and had green dragon horns on his head. Now listen to this tone
, actually still obsessed with his wife who cheated on him?"
"This can't be true. I still want to get the mattress back!"
"In this case... then we are disturbing!" Ye Chuxiao didn't force it. He could think of other ways if he could only live in a dream.
There is not only one path to practice, and there is no need to stick to it.
Instead of being entangled here with an old Tianlong who had been betrayed and emotionally injured, Ye Chuxiao might as well think about whether he could ask some of the gods to take action and beat him to the brink of death, and then take the opportunity to sit down and die.
Pass, break through the wonderful realm.
"Wait! You can't leave!" A voice suddenly sounded outside the private room.
A monk broke in.
"This private room was supposed to be ours, but you took our place and want to leave without leaving anything behind?" The monk smelled of alcohol and asked angrily.
The fat woman sneered and clapped her hands.
Two tall, thin men immediately appeared from the side, clamped the monk and tried to drag him out.
"Let go! I am the young master of Kuocang Clan! How dare you to disrespect me?"
"I asked my father to destroy your restaurant." The monk shouted loudly.
He seems to be a spoiled big 'child'.
However, in an instant, Ye Chuxiao suddenly felt the spread of 'death energy', and the intention of the Eternal Life Sword naturally resonated in his heart.
After being possessed by the Heart Pill, feeling the death energy has become Ye Chuxiao's 'instinct'.
"Something's wrong! He's making trouble on purpose. He's just trying to attract attention. There's someone else making trouble elsewhere, with bad intentions... Although he's not coming for me, he must be coming for the old tavern." Ye Chu
Xiao took a look at this monk. His body was covered with death lines, and there was no need to use the Immortal Sword at all.
This also means that the spread of death energy is not directly triggered by this monk.