Several cars, making a lot of noise, slowly stopped at the foot of the mountain.
With a click, the car door opened.
A young black-haired young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a powerful figure came down from the top.
Young people in their teens and 20s also got off the other cars.
The black-haired young man looked up at the trail going up the mountain, and then glanced at the fruit vendors squatting on both sides.
His name is Zhong Ling, and he is a child of one of the many wealthy families in Ningzhou City. His parents are wealthy businessmen who started their business in a humble way. They just managed to carve out a path in the complicated and fierce Ningzhou and laid a huge foundation.
Just because parents are strong does not mean that their children will definitely inherit their abilities and courage.
Zhong Ling, the eldest son of the younger generation of the Zhong family, has been obsessed with all kinds of strange people and strange things, as well as martial arts practice.
I have been looking around the city for guidance from martial arts masters since I was a child. I was a mess, and I actually practiced some routines.
The second daughter, Zhong Yinxue, was obsessed with foreign studies, painting, attending various cocktail parties and banquets all day long, and she yearned for the pretense of those so-called ladies.
It is close to the metropolis Minshan. The drive takes just over an hour.
Zhong Yinxue was not satisfied with the small place in Ningzhou, and often went to visit his cousin Minshan.
"A powerful practitioner came here a while ago? Are you sure you got the right information?"
Zhong Ling is obsessed with martial arts and looks for talented masters everywhere to learn from him.
It's just that I spent a lot of money and met either charlatans or charlatans.
So over the years, he has learned a lot of martial arts, such as Mantis Fist, Three Emperors Hand, and Chasing the Wind Kick.
I also learned a lot of liar tricks, such as Shaoyang Palm, Throat Sealing Spear, Yiqi Hunyuan Finger, and Huishan Fist.
If he really had to take it out and give it a beating, even a veteran who had seen blood on the battlefield would be able to knock him down in one fell swoop.
Therefore, after so many years of searching, Zhong Ling gradually began to doubt martial arts.
Is it worth all the years of effort?
This time, he received news from his followers that another practitioner with extraordinary skills had arrived at Yue Wushan.
He was able to defeat the strong foreign boxer who came to the stage to challenge him with a few moves.
Zhong Ling was half-convinced and reluctantly ignited his passion for martial arts again and brought people here.
"Brother Ling, it's true. I've found out clearly this time. I'm sure it's the real record, that's right."
A young man with a slicked back hair came forward.
"The man's name is Xue Hanwu. He said that he was passing by from other places, making money by doing entertainment, and was going to Minshan.
If we don't hurry up, we will really miss it."
"Okay, okay!" Zhong Ling nodded, "Let's go up and take a look first. But learning martial arts requires sincerity. Without a greeting gift, I can't express my desire to practice martial arts! He Xiaoguang, you go to the third car.
, bring out some good goods!”
"Okay, Brother Ling." A young man with a flat head responded, turned around and went to the third car at the end.
The old-fashioned toad-eyed car lacked power and was not fast. He Xiaoguang, a flat-headed man, walked to the trunk of the car and opened the door.
Suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a figure on the right who had just passed by.
"Huh? So tall and strong?" He Xiaoguang was a little surprised.
The man who just passed by is about two meters tall, with a thick waist and round arms. He has a standard muscular body and a strong waist. You can tell at a glance that he is not just a fat person.
In addition, this person was wearing a close-fitting black shorts and trousers. Although he was wearing a cloak, it still couldn't block this person's burly figure.
It is rare to see a man of this stature in Ningzhou City.
There are not many people who are two meters tall, but there are really very few people who are so strong.
He Xiaoguang had been following Zhong Ling for a long time, and had gained some insight into the training family. When he saw the person passing by, he instinctively felt that the other person must have also practiced.
It is not clear whether he is a martial arts practitioner or a soldier.
He Xiaoguang took out the gift box from the trunk and hurried towards Brother Ling in front.
He carefully mentioned the person he just saw to Zhong Ling.
"Is he really that strong?" Zhong Ling's eyes lit up slightly, "Where is he?"
"Over there." He Xiaoguang quickly looked in the direction where the man left just now.
"Huh? Where are the people?"
At this time, on a mountain road going up the mountain, one could clearly see who was among the individual tourists at a glance.
At this time, the two of them looked around and saw that there were all ordinary people with thin bodies, and there was no such burly man as he just mentioned.
"This way up the mountain, you can no longer see it so quickly?" He Xiaoguang wondered if he was dazzled.
Zhong Ling didn't blame him, he just thought he was dazzled and saw something wrong, so he patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.
"Let's go up the mountain and see that master."
He looked up at the road up the mountain, took the lead, and walked forward.
If he still can't do it this time, he will really give up.
Maybe it’s time to wake up from the dream of martial arts.
When his parents are old, it is impossible to protect them from wind and rain all their lives. There are some things that he must carry on his own.
"Wait a minute, Brother Ling!" He Xiaoguang stopped him again from behind.
"What?" Zhong Ling was a little impatient. If he kept dilly-dallying, his master would run away.
"There's something else I need to tell you in advance.
Do you still remember the missing persons case in Yue Wushan some time ago?" He Xiaoguang lowered his voice.
"What? Could it be related to the master I'm seeing now?" Zhong Ling was stunned.
"I just remembered that the missing people seemed to be passing by from other places like the master." He Xiaoguang looked around and lowered his voice.
"Isn't it?" Zhong Ling looked a little solemn.
"I've heard about this too." Xiaoqiao, another follower on the side, quickly interjected, "I heard that the mountain is haunted."
He deliberately said in a mysterious and gloomy voice.
"Haunted!?" Zhong Ling felt a little scared.
Unlike ordinary people, he knows that there are many rumors in this world, and they are not just rumors.
The other side.
Wei He walked like the wind, but almost no one noticed along the way. His speed was different from ordinary people.
Obviously his steps are not fast, but he can cover several meters with each step.
This was caused by him forcing himself to slow down in order not to shock the world.
Even so, it only took Wei He a few minutes to reach the wide platform square on the top of Yuewu Mountain.
Dengsendai, this is the name of this square.
At several mountain crossings leading up to the stage, there are large stones carved with cinnabar and painted with characters.
Because it is located on the top of a mountain, the mountain wind is strong and the square is extremely cool.
There is also an unknown Buddhist temple.
The Buddha statue inside looks to be quite old, and the statue of Guangci Arhat is enshrined.
There are also scriptures written in unknown languages on the walls, which attract many tourists to come and watch.
In the Buddhist temple, there was an old monk and a young novice monk who lived on money from incense and growing some vegetables and fruits.
As soon as Wei He came up, he saw this somewhat old copper-colored Buddhist temple.
He stood in the distance, glanced inside, and saw that the person being worshiped was just an Arhat.
Speaking of which, Xuanmiao Sect also worshiped gods back then, but Xuanmiao Sect belonged to the Taoist sect and naturally worshiped the supreme god of the Taoist sect, Taishi Yuanjun.
Wei He looked carefully at the old monk who was kneeling in the Buddhist temple.
After confirming that there was nothing abnormal about the other party, except for the decaying energy and blood, he looked away.
The purpose of his coming here is to find out whether Yuan Duzi passed through here in the first place.
He firmly believed that with the spirit and strength of Senior Sister Yuan Duzi, she would never die so easily.
Even he was not swallowed up and killed by the virtual mist. The senior sister is a grand master and has broken through to a higher level. She can definitely find a way to avoid the virtual mist!
Wei He firmly believes in this.
At this moment, several tourists going up the mountain gave directions.
"Climbing the Immortal Platform to the Immortal Platform is a Taoist term, but a Buddhist temple is built here. It's also funny."
"There is no difference between Taoism and Buddhism now. It is already very difficult to survive." Another person sighed.
"There was a great famine a few years ago, and then there were floods and plagues. Too many people died. Let's go and see the stone tablet where General Zhang Xingwen left his writing."
The few tourists seemed to be no ordinary people, and they were all wearing silk jackets.
"Zhang Xingwen?" Wei He investigated and collected information before going out.
During his years of seclusion, things were not always smooth sailing for Da Yue.
The warlords in the middle divided the country and fought continuously, and there were invasions by foreign enemies along the way.
Due to the old grudges from the past, Seracla made a comeback, and used guns that were much more advanced than those in Otsuki's homeland, and once occupied a lot of territory.
But they were driven out by many warlords.
Many warlords in the middle also had a very brief period of unification. Unfortunately, due to corruption, interests, party strife and other issues, the unity quickly collapsed and the situation returned to chaos.
Zhang Xingwen was a national and patriotic warlord with great reputation at that time. He died in foreign wars.
Several people left slowly.
Wei He slowly walked along Dengxiandai Square and circled little by little.
I checked around here normally and found nothing.
His expression remained calm. If he really left traces like this, after so many years, he would have been buried under the rest of the traces.
After finding a corner, Wei He stood still, his eyes flashed, and he instantly entered the true world.
Now that there is no external zhenqi, if he wants to enter the real world, he must consume the real energy stored in his own body.
Only by using the revitalizing power that contains true energy as a substitute can the senses be maintained in a super-sensory state without being degraded by the virtual mist.
Fortunately, Wei He has rarely used his true strength for so many years. In addition, his strength is extremely huge, dozens of times that of a real person of the same level.
Therefore, if it is just used to maintain the senses, it can be maintained for hundreds of years without worrying about it being exhausted.
It's just that Wei He tried his best to avoid using it as much as possible.
The same is true for his Sanxinjue bloodline. Without the nourishment of his true energy, he could only hold his breath for these years and occasionally use his true energy to nourish it.
It can barely maintain its original level.
The current situation is that Wei He's huge real power has become a power bank, charging Sanxinjue's powerful body and super senses from time to time.
As long as he doesn't show off his true strength, Wei He's own strength is enough to support him until he grows old and dies.
Even in actual combat, he can use only his physical body to solve all troubles with speed and strength.
After his senses were enhanced, the scene in front of Wei He suddenly changed drastically.
In the shallowest layer of the true world, the Yingxiaofeng layer.
Tourists on the Immortal Platform come and go, and all of them are covered with some powdery floating matter.
Like a candy man covered in powdered sugar.
The weird Yingxiaofeng is still the same, but the true energy in the air has disappeared.
Wei He carefully scanned the ground and walked around the Immortal Platform again.
Suddenly, his steps stopped and his eyes fell straight on the edge of the ground.
There, near the cliff fence, there were two huge bird paw prints on the ground.
Each claw mark is five-fingered, sharp and embedded deeply into the ground, forming five black holes.
"Without the real beast, will something else emerge?" Wei He felt awe-struck in his heart.
"Or rather, these are traces left many years ago."
He knelt down and inspected it carefully.
I found that the paw prints were some years old and were not traces left recently.
"Is this the mark left by Senior Sister?"
Wei He stroked the paw prints on the rocks on the ground, frowning.
Suddenly he looked startled and raised his hand to smell it.
A faint fishy and rotten smell penetrated his nostrils.