After driving for more than a hundred kilometers, the two came to a highland with an altitude of several thousand meters. Fortunately, they were both cultivators, so they did not feel uncomfortable with this harsh environment. They looked at the towering and desolate undulations in the distance.
At the mountain peak, Leng Xuan and Feng Lie abandoned their cars and began to spread out their bodies and speed forward. After about ten minutes, Leng Xuan's sight appeared a stretch of towering mountains. After a few glances,
, Leng Xuan's expression suddenly became a little surprised. He found that although it was daytime, those mountain peaks seemed to be shrouded in clouds, with no light at all. They were dark and looked very strange. Feng Lie reminded: "Kang Longyuan
Right there." Leng Xuan nodded, then sped up and galloped towards the destination.
After walking a few hundred meters, I saw billowing clouds suddenly gathering from all directions in the sky above my head. Lightning flashed in the clouds, accompanied by bursts of dull thunder. After a while, heavy rain began to pour from the clouds.
As the heavy rain fell, Leng Xuan was surprised to find that a thick white gas emerged from the mountains in the distance, instantly submerging those peaks. He wondered: "What's going on?" Feng Xuan asked.
Lie shook his head and said, "I have never encountered this kind of situation before." After saying that, he changed his mouth and said, "Let's not go there yet. After the gas dissipates, we can continue on our way." Leng Xuan responded:
"Okay." While he was talking, he suddenly saw a flickering fire coming from not far away. Not only him, but also Feng Lie noticed it. Leng Xuan said, "Let's go over and take a look." As he said,
The two mobilized their bodies and rushed towards the swaying fire. Not long after, the two came to a cave. The cave was very spacious and could accommodate ten people. Inside the cave, there was a man sitting cross-legged.
In front of the old man, there was still a pile of firewood burning. Leng Xuan and Feng Lie looked at each other, then they put away their body-protecting Qi and let the rain soak their bodies. Then, the two of them walked into the cave.
They did this mainly to avoid trouble. After all, it was pouring rain outside, and they did not bring any shelter from the rain. If they appeared neatly in the cave, it would easily arouse others' suspicion. After entering the cave, Cold
Xuan wiped the raindrops on his forehead and said, "Old man, can you let us take shelter here from the rain?" Hearing his voice, the old man who had closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately opened his eyes and looked at him in surprise.
After they were stunned for a moment, the old man asked strangely: "Why did you come here?" Because the old man's words contained a strong local accent, Leng Xuan did not react for a while. But at this time, he only heard that
The old man turned around and said, "Come on, everyone, sit down." He finally understood what he said. When he came to the fire and sat down, Leng Xuan looked at the old man carefully by the light of the fire. He only saw the old man.
He has a pale appearance, deep-set eyes, and wrinkles on his forehead. He is obviously very old.
After chatting with the old man for a few words, Leng Xuan gradually got used to the other person's accent. During the chat, he learned that the name of the old man in front of him was Gao Mingge. He had been a mountain guard for generations. To put it more bluntly, he was a forest guard. Regarding this profession, Leng Xuan
Xuan was no stranger, but what surprised him was that the peaks here seemed to have no value worth protecting. With doubts, he asked Gao Mingge.