Bai Yujing and Huang Yinlin ran down to the top of the mountains, passed through sparse forests, and searched around rugged mountain roads.
I don’t know since when, with Du Yu as the center point, there was no more thunder within a radius of 100 meters.
Du Yu suddenly felt enlightened.
Now it seems that the top of the mountains is indeed a dense area where thunder and wrath are unleashed.
Once they are far away from the proud Jiarongcao, this team will no longer be targeted by God.
Du Yu didn't think it was because he had taken Jiarong Guo.
After all, he had already eaten the fruit when he left the top of the mountain, and the thick and twisting lightning still fell a hundred meters away from him.
"Have you noticed, Master Qing, that not only is there less thunder around you, but the thunder seems to be a little quieter?" Du Yu raised his head and looked at the sky covered with dark clouds.
Yang Qingqing naturally realized this and speculated: "Maybe it is due to the characteristics of Jiarong fruit."
"What does Qingshi mean?"
"Since living beings take Jiarong Guo, it has the effect of protecting against lightning, so for the mountain world, the existence of Jiarong Grass is intolerable."
Listening to the woman's analysis, Du Yu nodded secretly: "So, the mountain realm may really have spirituality."
No wonder the descendants of the Yan tribe want to live far away from Jiarong grass.
But you can't stay too far away. After all, you still have to rely on its fruit effects to go out and take action.
There is indeed less thunder and lightning outside the mountain top, but that doesn’t mean there is none!
Yang Qingqing looked at the mountain wall in the distance, frowning slightly: "It may also be caused by creatures in the clouds."
Yes!
Du Yu's mind was filled with excitement. There were unknown monsters hiding in the dark clouds.
Even Jiarongcao, which has been sitting on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, fighting against the sky day and night, has not been able to see its true form.
"Over there." Yang Qingqing pointed forward.
Du Yu woke up from his reverie and looked to the left in the direction of the woman's finger.
Huang Yinlin understood this and tried to move forward on the right side of the mountain wall, giving his master enough angles to observe.
At this moment, the team has entered the bottom of the canyon.
The road here is narrow, only 2 or 30 meters wide, and the mountain walls on both sides are vertically high, creating another "line of sky" terrain.
This is obviously a natural lightning shelter.
The deeper the valley bottom is and the taller the mountain walls on both sides are, the less likely it is for winding lightning to fall here.
"Cave." Du Yu's eyes widened slightly. As he spoke, Huang Yinlin ran out for more than ten meters, allowing him to confirm what he saw.
"A hundred miles away, at the bottom of the canyon." Yang Qingqing murmured, "It should be here."
The two slowed down their mounts and arrived at the entrance of the cave.
The tunnel is so deep that I don’t know where it leads.
Yang Qingqing raised her hand, and rose petals lingered on her fingertips.
"Huh~"
The petals flew slowly and lit up with red flames.
As the woman moved forward with one hand, the river of burning petals surged into the dark tunnel.
"Come on, Youying." Du Yu held his hands in front of his face, and the Youying doll appeared quietly holding a big torch.
"Well!"
"Give us some light, be careful." Du Yu held the little guy's head in both hands and turned it 180 degrees.
"Hmm!" Little Youying waved the torch, sprinkled some fluorescent green sparks, and jumped into the tunnel.
The two of them walked all the way down until they encountered a fork in the tunnel, and then they stopped.
There are five passages, whose geometry is unknown.
"Let's go to the far right first."
"Yes." Du Yu thought, and Xiao Youying stepped on the rune and ran to the right.
This is a path that spirals downward, and the further you go, the quieter it becomes.
It was as if the thunder in the sky was blocked out, and in the long tunnel, only the "ta-ta-da" sound of Bai Yujing's snow hooves was left.
As for the wild silver lynx.
The soft flesh pads under her paws made her footsteps silent.
After walking for a long time, the terrain suddenly opened up.
But Du Yu and Yang Qingqing didn't have any joy on their faces, but their eyes were complicated.
In the huge area, there are rubble and earth bags arranged neatly, and wooden tombstones are erected in front of the small earth bags.
Looking around, there are more than 200 seats.
Du Yu didn't feel scared, he just thought the scene was desolate.
How desperate are the people who set up tombstones generation after generation?
The inscriptions on tombstones are mostly simple: name, date of birth and death, and the person who set up the tombstone.
The sound of wild geese echoes, the wild geese reflect the south, and the wild geese cloud the sky.
Although it is very old, the name on the wooden tombstone is still clearly identifiable.
These people once came to this world, but they were tortured by war and could only survive here with difficulty.
However, Yanjiang misjudged the situation and the human race was not destroyed.
Perhaps, he didn't misjudge either.
In that era, their homes were located in the middle of the battlefield, and very few people actually survived.
Du Yu whispered: "524 years."
Listening to his disciple's words, Yang Qingqing looked at the last row of tombstones on the right.
In the tomb of Yanyao, in the 524th year of the sacred tree calendar, the Yanjin Book was erected.
The words engraved on the tombstone are very simple and do not say anything about the relationship between the person who built the monument and the deceased. There is even no date of birth for the deceased, only the year of death.
Perhaps, even the year of death needs to be verified.
After all, in this mountain realm, there are only dark clouds and thunder in the sky, and there is no sun and moon, so the year must be doubtful.
Yang Qingqing said calmly: "The Yan family has persisted for more than 200 years."
In this solemn place, Du Yu's voice was also very soft: "Qingshi knows when they were admitted to the mountain realm?"
"Well, Shanhai Zhong has spoken."
Du Yu: "Is it finally willing to communicate?"
Yang Qingqing nodded lightly: "The Yan people should have entered the bell in 303 of the Great Xia calendar, which was also the third year that the Shanhai Bell was born.
Let’s go, go up.”
Du Yu called Xiao Youying and silently followed the young master away, but before leaving, he took another deep look at the tombstones.
Such an ending is too depressing.
The Mountain and Sea Bell is just a portal. There is no aura in this realm of mountains and seas.
Except for the first generation of people living here, it is indeed difficult for the second generation and even ordinary people of the following generations to survive.
Even the first generation of spirit masters, their lives were equally difficult without the supply of spiritual energy.
As Du Yu walked through the tunnel, he realized that his home in the mountains was much larger than he had imagined.
Walking down a road, traces of life can be seen everywhere.
Until in a spacious area, Du Yu found an ancient book that had been sealed for a long time.
"Don't touch." Yang Qingqing suddenly said.
Du Yu immediately retracted his hand and turned to look at his master.
Yang Qingqing: "Books are fragile, let professionals pick them up."
"Yes." Du Yu suppressed his curiosity and looked around.
It looks like a school here, but it's not serious. There are still vague traces on the walls, as if children had graffitied and painted here.
In this maze-like mountain home, Yang Qingqing and Du Yu searched for a long time.
The immortal master's thinking was clear and organized. He only walked on the right side, then turned around at the end, not missing any path.
The two climbed up the mountain for an unknown distance and finally arrived at the residential area.
Although the place was empty, Du Yu seemed to have traveled through hundreds of years and saw traces of the survival of ancient people.
"Oh!" Everyone walked quietly past dozens of residences, and Xiao Youying suddenly shouted!
It picked up the big torch, stood at the entrance of the tunnel, and aimed straight ahead.
"Stop!" Du Yu hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. While hugging Xiao Youying with both hands, he also saw a gloomy white skeleton lying on the ground inside the residence.
Come to think of it, he/she was originally sitting against the wall.
"Will this person be the last person to erect the monument?" Du Yu stepped forward slowly, "Yan Jinshu?"
There seems to be a dagger among the bones.
Did he commit suicide?
In this harsh environment in the mountain realm, dark clouds, thunder and lightning, hunger and illness, mental depression and despair, all these constitute the reasons for the genocide.
The tribesmen died one after another, until finally, the last tribesman
In the end, I chose to leave.
But there is no one left to erect a monument.
Du Yu pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.
"pick it up."
"Dagger?" Du Yu turned to look at Qingshi.
"Take it back with you so that you can give Shanhai Zhong an explanation."
"Okay." Du Yu carefully picked up the dagger, which was stained with rust and looked like an ordinary item.
"Let's go." Yang Qingqing sighed softly, turned and left.
Du Yu put away the dagger and followed silently.
The two of them walked and stopped for more than an hour before finally returning to the entrance.
"Ha" Du Yu let out a long sigh of relief, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Shan Hai Zhong is willing to open the gate of heaven for us. The people from the second team have already left first." The Qingshi's soft palm gently patted his shoulder.
Du Yu was confused: "When did Shanhai Zhong become so easy to talk to?"
"Because we have found the right place, the second team that was exiled here is no longer needed by the Mountain and Sea Bell."
Yang Qingqing snorted: "On the top of the mountains, next to Jiarong Grass. Let's go home."
"Um!"
The master and the apprentice returned the same way, walked out of the narrow valley bottom, rushed out of the dense forest burning with mountain fires, and embarked on the mountain climbing road, all the way to the top of the mountains.
The dark clouds are rolling and the thunder is still there.
The sea of red leaves and flowers gradually came into view, and under the dark clouds, there was an illusory ancient clock suspended.
Suddenly there was a thunderbolt that struck hard on the edge of the ocean!
"Boom!"
"Meow!" The Wild Silver Lynx roared like its fur was exploding, and its speed suddenly slowed down.
In the roaring wind, Du Yu took off Jiarong's necklace with one hand and stuffed it directly into the tyrant's mouth: "Don't be afraid! Tyrant, charge!"
"Meow!" Huang Yinlin held the fruit in her mouth, and the sweet juice exploded in her mouth. Her speed suddenly increased and she rushed straight into the sea of red leaves and flowers.
The old voice came again: "Have you found it?"
Yang Qingqing: "My condolences."
Jiarongcao seemed to have expected it, and sighed deeply: "Hey"
Du Yu raised his head and looked at the illusory, huge mountain and sea bell high in the sky.
Is this the so-called Tianmen?
Yang Qingqing: "Did three men and one woman come here just now?"
"Yes, they were attracted by the Mountain and Sea Bell. When they communicated with me, they were enveloped by the Tianmen and left."
"Thank you for your help, Jiarong. See you later." Yang Qingqing lightly clamped the deer's belly with her legs, while Bai Yujing jumped up and took off with the wind.
A flower vine poked out from her hand, and when she was about to roll it towards Du Yu, she saw the red leaves and red flowers on the top of the mountain suddenly blooming!
The long blades of grass seem to stretch infinitely, criss-crossing and weaving rapidly.
In an instant, a dark red Tongtian Bridge suddenly appeared!
"Thank you!" Du Yu lowered his head and shouted loudly.
"Crack!"
A bolt of thunder struck down from the sky, and the Red Leaf Bridge in front was instantly destroyed!
Du Yu was startled, and a strange rune appeared in his palm, preparing to build a foothold in the air for Huang Yinlin.
"Buzz!!!"
The already huge Mountain and Sea Bell actually grew in size again, enveloping the master and the disciple.
"Snapped!"
"Pa~" One deer and one lynx felt their eyes blurred for a while, and water splashed everywhere under their feet.
In front of him were faces with fiery eyes and joy.
Behind him is the towering, bronze-colored Shanhai Ancient Bell.
"Qingshi!"
"Du Yu." The pit is no longer a forbidden area. Lin Shiwei and Li Mengnan have been waiting here and strode forward one after another.
Yang Qingqing showed admiration, and the disciples were now able to take charge of themselves.
She leaned over and reached out, patting their heads as a reward.
"唏伦~" Fenghenju neighed, whizzed past, shattered into endless wind demon breath, and poured into the woman's body.
"Nai!" Bai Yujing was tilted by the strong wind and called dissatisfied.
Yang Qingqing covered her face with one hand, and while her long hair was flying, through her slender fingers, she happened to see a woodcutter standing silently in front of the clock wall.
The wind and waves gradually subsided, and Yang Qingqing whispered: "Du Yu."
"Yes." Du Yu turned over, took out a rusty dagger from his pocket, and handed it to the Mountain and Sea Bell Spirit.
"There are 246 tombstones, including the last person to leave, a total of 247 people."
Shanhai Zhongqi Ling's hands gradually solidified, and he took the dagger tremblingly, but his face became increasingly unreal.
The melancholy sound of the flute still lingers in the river valley.
It's a pity that there are no more last clan members.
there is none left,
The figures living in Shanhai Zhong's fantasy were finally pierced one by one in front of this rusty dagger.
"His name is Yan Jinshu." Du Yu patted Shanhai Zhong on the shoulder and whispered,
"Maybe."
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