A long time ago, it was a collective name for the mountains in Shu.
However, later it had many new meanings under the influence of many literary works.
Yi Chun didn't know what Shushan referred to here.
He hoped that when he transformed into a raven and soared in the sky, he would be able to catch a flash of sword light passing through the sky.
But unfortunately, except for a few bored crows, he didn't see any other creatures.
This was obviously quite disappointing to Yi Chun.
Shushan without Feijian doesn't seem to taste quite right.
Of course, it may also be related to the fact that he did not follow his junior brother who was walking in the destiny.
But look at Feijian, it's just Yi Chun's idea similar to checking in at an attraction.
He walked forward on this broken but unexpectedly vast land, trying to find someone who could answer his questions.
Or an ancient book, or an elder who lived a long life.
Of course, after Yi Chun discovered that he had not encountered humans so far, the latter extended its scope to aliens who could communicate...
"Gugua..."
At this time, a huge toad was fighting fiercely with a somewhat bald white crane underneath.
The back of the toad showed a purple-gold luster, and the tumor-like protrusions were like shiny beads.
Yi Chun was not very interested in their fight at first.
But the poisonous mist released by the toad was really smelly, and Yi Chun's raven was also blinded by the smoke by accident.
If this toad knew what happened to a certain giant crocodile, he should be well aware of the importance of not firing the map cannon lightly.
But obviously, it has never been in such a situation...
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"Well, you tailless scumbag!"
"If you have the means to sting the Buddha, I will cut out my own heart and let you eat it!"
"But you only do spitting, which makes your Grandpa He embarrassed!"
The old crane pushed back the attacking toad with one paw, and then avoided the insidious long tongue that followed with great agility.
The white crane is a bird of longevity, and this old crane has practiced with masters for many years and has developed some Taoism of his own.
But cranes are quiet by nature and don't like conquests.
Of course, it had never learned any killing skills from that expert's side.
On the contrary, it is a method of cleansing and soaring, and the fire is not shallow.
After leaving the master, I struggled for a few years, and the tranquility disappeared, but there was a sense of slickness.
Today, the old crane was sleeping soundly in his nest, but he didn't expect that he was almost attacked by this big toad.
After a fierce fight, Lao He decided to leave.
This world is not a place to go, so why fight with this evil thief for a lair?
Once we find helpers later, we can kill this guy.
But just after Lao He vomited lotus flowers a few more times, a bad wind suddenly fell from above!
"Boom!!"
Lao He felt as if thunder was exploding in his ears, and the force of the thunderbolt was like the power of God!
The old crane was blown by the evil wind and rolled on the ground countless times.
When I woke up again, I felt numb all over my body and couldn't move for a while!
The pain on the wings and feet was even more unbearable, and I don't know how many of them were broken.
But after Lao He saw the bloody scene not far away, he suddenly stiffened and closed his eyes and stopped moving.
Ah, this unfortunate leper!
If the king of hell wants to lock your life away, just let him go.
Why bother dragging you, Grandpa He? It’s very unfilial!
Lao He continued to utter lotus flowers in his heart.
It felt a chill in its heart, fearing that it was going to be in trouble this time.
"Meow?"
Not long after, Lao He felt a few warm breaths hitting his body.
Then, a moderate cat meow sounded next to its ears.
Lao He's whole body froze, and his breathing, which had been so breathless, completely stopped.
What a ghost!
The curse in Lao He's heart became louder.
In the previous battle, it would be a bit far-fetched for you to say that it was an evil beast like Jiu Ying.
But it certainly shouldn't be an ordinary cat meow.
As the saying goes, "the weirder the situation, the faster you will die."
Lao He silently organized the words in his heart.
When the soul falls to the underworld, it will discuss the relationship between father and son with the evil man with a leprosy head.
"Wake up, I'm not a bad person."
At this time, Lao He heard someone talking.
The accent doesn't sound like a native speaker, it sounds like someone from the north, but the taste seems a little off.
But everyone said so, so Lao He had no choice but to open his eyes, not afraid that the other party was cheating him.
After all, looking at what happened to the mangy toad before, he didn't look like a kind person.
If you don't know how to count, you may be in danger.
But after the old crane saw the other party's appearance clearly, it closed its eyes faster!
Die, die!
Where did this monstrous killing god come from? Could it be that someone wants to create a heaven again?
How could an old man like him not recognize that image of a young man with erect pupils?
Combined with the evil wind from before, the number of dead souls among his men is unknown!
"Don't panic, I haven't killed anyone indiscriminately."
"I just wanted to ask you something..."
The man spoke again.
Lao He had no choice but to bite the bullet and opened his eyes and said:
"What a joke, that poisonous toad mist hurt my eyes, that's why."
It closed its slightly injured paws, then reluctantly cupped its hands with its wings and said:
"I don't know what these Taoist brothers want to ask, but Lao He knows everything he knows."
"It's not anything important, I just want to ask Kazuki or the name of the spirit."
The man said so.
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"You also said you don't know how to teach!"
Wan Nanxing said while looking at Yu Xing who was expertly summoning wind and fire out of thin air.
"In urgent matters, follow authority. And don't you know how to do it?"
Yu Xing glanced at the sword Wan Nanxing held in his left hand, and he felt that the style of the sword seemed familiar.
But when he thought about it, he seemed to have never seen a purple sword anywhere.
Maybe it's just because the styles of magic swords are somewhat similar?
Yu Xing was too lazy to think about it.
After all, magic sword is a rare thing, and he has only seen one so far.
Even someone like his senior sister did not get a magic sword.
According to Master, that is called the law of fate.
It doesn't mean that someone with superb swordsmanship or Taoist knowledge will definitely be able to obtain it.
"I?"
Wan Nanxing unconsciously clenched the sword in her hand.
She has no special feelings about swords.
Or like most girls, she doesn't have much interest in cold weapons.
But just now...
She walked over in a daze, as if possessed.
Then, the purple sword was pulled out from the blurred earth.
It said it was called Ziying...
As if someone was describing it quietly in his ear, Wan Nanxing knew the name of this sword unconsciously.
"So, where is your Qingsuo?"
Wan Nanxing suddenly asked Yu Xing.
"ah?"
Yu Xing was stunned for a moment, then he smiled:
"Landed in Nanzhao..."
The falling snowflakes seemed to have restrained their sharpness and became softer unconsciously.
The newly fallen snowflakes gradually covered up the messy flesh and blood on the ground, and the shadows of the two people falling on the ground in the cold wind came closer unknowingly...
