It took a whole day, watching the sun go down, making the mountain road even more difficult to walk. They raised their heads and watched the round sun sinking towards the outline of a mountain with a gap. The backlit mountain was pitch black, like a monster with its mouth wide open, letting the sun fall in like it was swallowing egg yolk.
If you are walking on an ordinary mountain road at night, you must be wary of the wild beasts that may attack at any time and travel at night. If you are someone with quick reflexes and strong martial arts skills, this is not a difficult task. But Shiyue Mountain is different. No matter how good your skills are, if you take your foot off the ground because of fatigue, you step off the path and roll down the mountain, you don't know where you will end up. Even if you're lucky enough to be strong enough to survive the fall, climbing back to the same height can be frustrating.
After discussion, they decided to find a place to rest and leave before dawn. No one wants to risk their lives before meeting the consort who doesn’t know whether he is a human or a ghost. No one knew what kind of monsters might be lurking here. Bai Ya held a torch and temporarily left the team to explore the road, trying to find a suitable place to rest.
After walking for some distance, he came to a place with many trees. These trees are not dense, crooked, and relatively thin. The thickest tree can be easily wrapped around with a person's arms and can even grab the wrist. Perhaps the mountain is too steep and the soil cannot be deposited too thickly for the trees to absorb more nutrients. But it is relatively flat here, otherwise the tree seeds would not gather in this area.
Maybe this is more appropriate. Bai Ya held a torch in one hand and stamped his feet vigorously to assess the thickness of the soil. But since there are trees, there may be some wild animals lurking nearby. As soon as he thought of this, he heard some rustling sounds from ahead. The sound is very weak and cannot be heard at all unless you listen carefully. He stared ahead alertly, his other hand already on the handle of the knife. He moved forward cautiously, approaching step by step, holding his breath and carefully listening to the movement ahead.
The rustling sound appeared again, farther away than before. Under the faint moonlight, he could see a small patch of low bushes ahead, perhaps something was walking through there. It might not be a large animal, but he couldn't let go of any potential risk. What's more, he noticed an unusual chill. This cold chill is even more special than the mountain itself. The mountains are natural, and the cold aura is like a sharp blade made of cold iron.
The coolness flickered in and out, leaving Bai Ya unable to guess. If it's not evil spirit... then what could it be?
When he got closer, the breath showed no sign of moving. When he got closer and closer, he had already walked into the bushes. There was a rustling friction between the cloth and the leaves, and it was impossible not to notice the source of the smell. But the other party still didn't move, maybe the source wasn't afraid of him.
Bai Ya was sure that he had found the source of the cold air, but there was nothing here. It couldn't be further, he felt incredible. While he was wandering in place, a leaf fell from before his eyes.
But there is no wind now.
Bai Ya noticed something strange and suddenly raised his head. Suddenly, a figure originally standing on a branch fell down with a "swish". Without any hesitation, he immediately struck with his sword. The blade carried a whistling wind.
Then it came to an abrupt end.
The current situation was completely unexpected by him. That was a person - who knows, not even the mountain ghost can tell. His feet were hooked on the branches, and he was hanging upside down. His long hair almost touched the ground, but just missed it. The tree was very tall, and his face was still above Bai Ya, but he stretched out two fingers as thin as dead wood and easily clamped the pure black blade. It was like a black knife hacking into the slender white wood, motionless.
"who?"
Bai Ya lowered his voice, not wanting to alarm his friends, even though he had already walked far enough. Rather than saying it was a person, he was more willing to believe that the thing hanging upside down in front of him might be a lonely ghost from Moon-eclipse Mountain. His leaden hair was very long and thick, and his eyes were dark and hollow, staring straight at him, like two holes. But Bai Ya was convinced that he saw a dim, golden halo in those eyes.
Just like the moon on the third day of August.
He must have seen this similar sense of light - from Shui Wujun's eyes. Besides, he hadn't seen it for a long time.
"you……"
The man didn't speak, and Bai Ya's strength never relaxed for a moment, but he felt a little hesitant in his heart. The man's two fingers suddenly pressed harder, and he moved the blade away. They intertwined their fingers quickly, and flicked the knife with his nails. Bai Ya's scimitar immediately made a sharp buzzing sound. This trembling numbness penetrated all the way to the palm of my hand, and the entire arm and even half of the body were numb.
He took a step back, and the man immediately let go of his legs and fell from the tree. He used one hand to push downwards, pushing himself back a short distance, and his legs landed firmly on the ground. With this skill, Bai Ya quickly pulled out another knife. Then, the man's thick long hair slowly fell down like a thick dust cloud and rested on his black feather fabric.
He is very tall, very tall, and his body is thin, which makes him look very long. There is a layer of white patterns on the feather fabric, the shape is indescribable, like spreading condensation of frost and snow. The one below is a light gray long coat. He was wearing white stockings and wooden clogs. How could such an outfit support him to climb such a high mountain?
Bai Ya's knife was still pointed at him and he didn't dare to slack off at all. The man stretched his neck forward, like some kind of monster probing his head, but Bai Ya did not step back. He reached out his hand again and grasped the tip of his knife without fear. White frost marks spread on the black tip of the knife, extending downward continuously. Bai Ya opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe what he saw. What is he doing? Bai Ya tried to pull the knife back, but found that just by holding the tip of the knife in contact, the knife and the person had completely solidified together.
The black knife is also going to be white. But just when the frost extended to about two-thirds of the knife, it stopped. Bai Ya discovered that this burst of white color was also transitional, like a river that was getting thinner and thinner, and finally dried up on the hot earth.
"Um?"
The man seemed stunned for a moment.
"Are you the Six Paths of Impermanence?"
"Um……"
"Is that you?" Bai Ya's face showed unconcealable surprise, "The missing Liu Dao Impermanence...is it you?"
"Did Shui Wujun strike you with this knife?" He tilted his head, his eyes still on the knife.
"……yes."
"Who are you?" 100%
"He is my father's friend. Who are you?"
"As you can see." He spread out his other hand with an indifferent expression, "The six paths are impermanent."
"Which one is impermanent?"
"It's such a good knife." Ignoring Bai Ya's question, Wu Chang said, "Do you believe that if it were an ordinary piece of iron, if I put just a little force on it with my nails, it would break into ice shards?"
"who are you."
The sound of rapid footsteps came closer and closer. Needless to say, his friends must have found him after he disappeared for too long. He was worried that this madman-like Six Paths Impermanence would attack them - after all, Bai Ya knew that not all Impermanence Ghosts would be like Shui Wujun. Among them, there may also be people who were extremely vicious during their lifetime.
"Wha, who is it?"
The first one to appear was Qi Huan. Bai Ya rolled his eyes and cursed in his mind that the most incompetent person came. Qi Huan was also startled, and he almost jumped up. Na Wu Chang just glanced at him.
"Why are you holding his knife?" Qi Huan yelled, but took a step back, "I-I tell you, he promised to give me the pair of knives!"
"...you fart."
Aoyan then walked out of the bushes. The moment she saw the two of them, Jun Aoyan immediately crossed Mo Dao and aimed at the man of unknown origin. Without any fear, she shouted to him:
"Who are you! Why did you get into a fight for no reason?"
"Little sister, please figure it out." He did not look at Aoyan, his eyes were fixed on Bai Ya, but he was talking to Aoyan, "The person who faced the sword first seems to be you little friend."
"Stay away from him!" Bai Ya said coldly, "You are no match for him."
"You question me?" Aoyan was quite dissatisfied.
"Your knife is like clay in his hand."
Seeing that a quarrel was about to start, Liu Shenghan stood behind Aoyan and Qihuan at some point. She turned away from them and walked forward until she reached the two people confronting each other. The impermanent ghost suddenly turned his head and looked at her. He looked at her carefully, frowning slightly, showing a trace of doubt.
"It's you?"
"Shuangyue Lord, you are fine."
"You... know each other?" Aoyan looked at the man again, "Is he the Six Paths Impermanence?"
"Shuangyue Lord? The Shuangyue Lord with the demon sword?" Qi Huan seemed to know better.
"Well. I have been traveling with them recently. As for what happened, I will tell you in detail later. Don't make it difficult for him. Don't be angry, Shaoxia Bai, he is like this. When he sees someone with strong martial arts skills, he always He is eager to give it a try...but he has absolutely no ill intentions, so don't be offended."
Lord Shuangyue shrugged upon hearing this and loosened his fingertips boredly. The white frost marks quickly retreated from the blade. He turned around, looked Liu Shenghan up and down, and said, "You are quite leisurely. Do they know? It's your business."
"They know that I am a military doctor and came across the sea with General Jun."
Mr. Shuangyue seemed to understand something, and nodded thoughtfully, saying no more.
"But why are you here?"
"I'm going to... Wu Kingdom." Lord Shuangyue took two more steps towards Bai Ya, who didn't move. "What about you? Why did you come to a ghost place like Shiyue Mountain? Aren't you afraid of being eaten by the Tengu?"
"We are passing through the Kingdom of Wu - if we have no choice."
Bai Ya held his head high, with no fear in his eyes. Shuoyue-kun is a guy who feels very oppressive, both in terms of body shape and aura. The coldness on his body is his unique martial arts, which can kill everything more than the harsh winter. His back was still straight, but his neck was bent, like a snake leaning down from a high place, leaning forward tentatively. He looked at him with his frozen eyes, and a terrible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This smile is also like a dark snake, snaking across the steely glacier.
"It's been a long time since I've seen a junior with such a deep foundation. If I have a chance... I really want to compete with you, little friend."
