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Chapter 150 Living in seclusion in the mountains! (Third update)

Chapter 150: Secluded living in the mountains! (Three updates)

It was clear and the sun was setting.

The scholar carried the bookcase and stepped out of the temple of the mountain god.

He burned incense lightly in front of the door and bowed slightly devoutly: "I don't know which prince you were in your lifetime and where the heroic soul you were. I am grateful to you for being blessed today and spend the night safely. If you take off in the future, you will definitely repay me.

It is made of a golden body.”

The middle-aged man who was walking in the distance whispered loudly: "Scholar, take advantage of the sunshine now, let's go quickly."

The scholar nodded slightly, rushed to catch up quickly, and asked in confusion: "Uncle, why are you so anxious to go on your way?"

The middle-aged man stared at the forest covered with a faint mist, and his eyes were filled with fear: "There are monsters in this mountain! People-eating monsters! If the master had not paid five times the price, we would not have taken this raft.

of!"

monster?

The scholar looked at the depths of the mist again and felt extremely deep!

When he reached the depths, the scholar felt that his eyes were dark.

The fog is extremely rich and the sun is dim.

This place is in the deep ravines, with towering ancient trees and moss everywhere.

The scholar stood on the hills, looking forward with his head held high.

But I saw the thick fog rich like a sea of ​​clouds. Only when I accidentally saw the cold wind blowing through it can I see the depths of the darkness!

"Gudu—"

The scholar blushed slightly.

He asked in a low voice: "Uncle, how long will it take to get out of this valley?"

The middle-aged man looked at the sheepskin map and said slowly: "It's still half the way. If the journey is fast enough, you can definitely walk out of the mountains before sunset..."

He suddenly raised his hand and signaled the scholar to be quiet.

"There is a sound of water, it should be a stream in the forest. If there are fish, you may be able to fish and satisfy your hunger."

As he said that, the middle-aged man took a step forward and walked towards the depths.

When the scholar stepped on the muddy wetland, he felt extremely fishy!

He slowly looked up and saw that there was indeed a calm stream not far away, which looked quite clean.

"Everyone, the fish in this river cannot be eaten."

A low and old voice sounded.

The middle-aged man holding the swimming fish was slightly stunned.

In the distance, an old man stood.

It is the childish face of a crane, with a quiet and elegant face.

He was covered in silk, smiling and looked quite kind.

"Why can't you eat it? Is there a master's family?"

The middle-aged man was a little puzzled.

This is the deep mountains and valleys, with few people.

Could it be that there are still people who can fish in the pond here?

"Hahaha."

The old man stroked his beard, pointed to the clear bottom of the river, and said with a faint smile: "Young Master, take a closer look. What is under this pool!"

The middle-aged man bowed his head slightly.

Between the clear streams, there are the lush white bones covered with riverbeds!

It's extremely smooth, as if it's chewing clean!

"This, this"

The middle-aged man took a step back tremblingly.

"How many demons and monsters in this mountain are all human-eating. The lush white bones cannot be thrown on the ground, right? If you scare people, no one dares to leave."

The old man said with some emotion: "So, it's all piled up between the river."

The scholar patted his chest after some disaster: "Old man, why did you appear here?"

"Where do we people in the mountains have the right to choose? My ancestors have been relying on picking mountain delicacies for a living. If we leave this mountain range, where should we go to make a living?"

The old man sighed heavily.

"So, the old man lives here?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

"Of course. My old house is nearby. You might as well go and take a break and drink two bowls of wine to quench your thirst. If you can't get over it, just give me a few cents." The old man said with a smile.

"Then I'll bother the old man." The middle-aged man laughed and bowed.

The green pines and cypresses are deep in the forest.

The more the scholar left, the more he felt the cold and harsh.

Along the way, the ancient trees became taller and the forest became denser.

In the dim light, the scholar was a little frightened and said softly: "Old man, how far is it?"

As he said that, he pulled the middle-aged man's sleeve and whispered: "Uncle, I always feel something is wrong. Otherwise, let's not go?"

"You scholar, you are so ignorant."

The middle-aged man said with a lot of blame: "It is our blessing for others to be willing to entertain us! Think about it, there is no village in front or store in the back. If you miss this place, you have to be hungry, would you?



At this moment, the old man suddenly stopped.

He smiled faintly and turned around, showing a little smile: "Some people, we're here."

The scholar looked up.

Between the green pines and cypresses, there is a big house with high walls and rich doors.

The copper door looks quite old and has a bit of mottled meaning.

Next to the gate, two stone lions were also buried in the shrub.

"Several people in the mountains are not as good as those in the high-ranking families."

The old man still had a smile on his face and gently pushed open the door. The quiet inner house caught the scholar's eyes: "Please, please."

He slowly stepped into the mansion and felt a gust of wind.

In a trance, I seemed to see the tiger in the mountain.

The scholar hugged the bookcase slightly, and a volume of "Mencius" flashed in his arms.

"Cry--"

A low voice sounded, and the copper-cooked door slowly closed.

After that, a strong wind raged.

It overwhelmed the bushes all over the ground, revealing the completely broken stone lion.

And, the white bones lying on the side of the lion.

"After climbing this mountain, it is Shanjun's mansion."

The thin man holding a scarf spits out a snake letter.

Chen Xiu slowly raised his head.

Between the pine and cypress, there is a large mansion with high walls flying along.

At first glance, it seems to be shrouded in smoke and clouds.

"I'm afraid all the mountain owners of this mountain should have arrived. Let's hurry up, too."

The thin man slowly turned around.

"Pu"

The blood-stained bull's head rolled to his feet.

There was a little confusion and shock in the wide pupils!

"Since you have arrived, please go on your way."

Chen Xiu spoke indifferently, raised his five fingers and turned into a palm.

The dark breath condensed in the palm of the palm and shot it with the force of covering the sky and the earth.

The moment the palm fell, the coldness was endless.

All vitality, air flow, and even the breath of heaven and earth seemed to be a little dim!

Bang!

The lean man's head exploded, blood and brain plasma splattered everywhere, and he fell to the ground and twitched a few times.

Then, it turned into a white-scaled snake with a broken head, several feet long.

His snake skin was all over his body, and he was slightly curled up, shaped like a mummy!

"The transformation demon clan, which is comparable to the ordinary magical power realm, cannot stop my ordinary palm!"

Chen Xiu grinned: "It is worthy of being the second-ranked divine Gu in southern Xinjiang!"

Now the Gang Qi has completely transformed.

With the meaning of death and silence, it directly deprives life!

And this is just one of the three great magical powers he inherited from Shiva!

"It is said that the mandrill is an elf of the mountain. When you know the mountain, you control the yin and yang, so you are good at collecting treasures! Humph, I hope you don't disappoint me!"

Chen Xiu smiled gently and stepped forward gently.

Bang bang bang-

A crisp knock on the door rang outside the courtyard.

PS: Thank you Mo Qiubai for the reward of 1,000 starting point coins!

Thank you Xiaojiu for the reward of 5,000 starting coins!

Thank you for Yu Luo Chang'an Yi's reward of 300 starting points coins!

Thanks to Hongkaobaoyanshu for the reward of 172 starting coins!

(I still owe Chapter 39!) - Why are there more and more? It seems that I will be on the 5th day of the Qingming Festival holiday!

(End of this chapter)


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