Shili Zongyun Gorge is only a hundred or ten miles away from Shanlan City. It is also located in the northern corner of the world and is rarely inhabited.
There is only an iron cable bridge connecting the two mountains. The clouds and mist below are so vast that it is hard to estimate their depth. There are high cliffs, shallow trees, and scattered dusky crows.
Those who are not brave enough to reach the sky are not allowed to cross the road, because it is bottomless, and because although the iron cable is ten miles long, it is damaged by wind and has become more and more shaky. Probably not many travelers in the world are willing to come. Here, you can taste the mighty winds that arise frequently in this place, and the bottomless valleys under your feet. Most of the old apes at the bottom of the valley are withered bones, and the giant rock-climbing snakes with little meat to eat can actually stand upright and poison the people who pass by here, even their shoes and clothes. And swallowed into the belly.
It is rumored that there were two places adjacent to each other, separated by ten miles of Zongyun Gorge, but the old grievances and disputes have never ended. It is precisely because of the Zongyun Gorge blocking them that they never had a chance to win. For this reason, one side fought in the Ming Dynasty. At the intersection of the two countries, more troops and horses were hoarded, but secretly, in this place where it was most difficult for people to walk together, such an iron cable bridge was added to connect the two countries, and in the end they won by this and destroyed their ancestral temples. , skin the people and separate their flesh and blood. As for the people in the palace, their heads were cut off, or their bodies were dismembered by horses. However, even if it is a temporary victory, it can only survive in the world for no more than ten years compared to the tragic destruction of the country, and then disappear into thin air.
Youdao means success and failure, but those who succeed may not last long. Faced with the vicissitudes of time, how can there be a winner?
Zongyun Gorge has not seen pedestrians pass by for many years. After all, no one is willing to give birth to parents and teach teachers. I have managed to survive all the hardships in the world.
, offered to the mouths of long snakes ambushed in all directions at the bottom of the valley, except for those scholars and poets who are often drunk and do not know the dangers of the world. They rely on wine to strengthen their courage, but they want to leave some calligraphy treasures in the most wonderful and majestic places in the world, but there are few in the north. There are few people inhabited, except for the people in the north, almost no one knows that such a dangerous place exists. Therefore, even these people drink two or two meters of wine and regard themselves as the masters of idle gods outside the white clouds. Come here.
But lately, there has been an old man carrying a pot of wine, walking steadily along the trembling iron rope, but the long snake around him, which usually hides and sinks at the bottom of the valley, and is impatient to wait for others, seems to have never been seen before. It seems that this old man is still walking back and forth every day, choosing innocent birds or small animals that stray into the mountains for food. He never even glances at the old man from beginning to end. Sometimes he even passes by the iron rope under the old man's feet and passes by. Never confronted that old man.
The old man only had one intact hand left, and all five fingers of the other hand were cut off, as if he had been chopped by someone's sword. His steps were also slightly lame, but he was walking between the iron ropes, and the wind came from all directions, which made his figure even more shaky. It is stable, swaying westward with the wind, and is very contented.
However, in recent days, the old man left Shanlan City and wandered around here, and he really did not gain much. So today, when the sky is full of morning glow, the old man hung one foot in the air, stepped into the air with one step, and then his body turned sharply down and fell straight down. When we reached the bottom of the valley, we kicked off the surrounding rocks.
"The descendants of Shanlan City don't know how high the sky is and how high it is. When you have nothing to do, come here to visit the mountain and borrow some things for your use."
Dozens of long snakes were alert at this moment, chopping with knives and axes as if they were on the cliff.
They gathered one after another, and the valley floor was already eerie and terrifying. Thousands of tree bats were frightened and suddenly rushed in all directions. It was like there was a movement like galloping horses on the mountainside, hiding the sky and blocking out the sun, making it even darker.
The Moya Sect is hidden from the human world, and it is often difficult for anyone to find its traces. For many years, people on the mountain have not known where it is hidden, but no one expected to find such a dangerous place that is inaccessible. With the deep cliff as a screen, a ten-foot-long cliff is used as a screen. The snake is a doorkeeper, and has been dormant here for countless years. No one has ever ventured into the mountain, but now, an old man who seems to be strolling in the courtyard, often drinking wine and eating iron, steps open the mountain gate with his impartial foot. The disciples among them were all frightened and went out one after another. However, they were carrying the old man who had not opened the sword. He didn't pay attention to it at all. He just raised his hand and flicked it twice. None of the surrounding Moya Sect disciples could resist at all. They all retreated.
The old man stepped forward, and no one could stop him for a moment. However, those who had the courage to step forward with their magical powers were mostly at the second level. From the old man's point of view, there was no need to deliberately resist the obstruction, and they were just holding the sword with an unopened handle. Blocking left and right, he broke into a rock crevice that could only accommodate one person. He was then stopped by a large python with three or five people hugging him. This was when he temporarily put down the wine bag on his waist and carried the sword on his shoulder. The fetus glanced over the head of the big snake.
"In such an inaccessible place, where even traces of animals are hard to find, it is really difficult to feed such a big snake. Your Moya Sect was a branch of Buddhism many years ago. No matter how you calculate it, it is the same as Vajra Sage. There is some involvement, but now it is completely ruined, and only the amateur ability of raising snakes and insects is left. However, the snake is really well raised, and its forehead is rugged.
The suddenness is comparable to that of the walking dragons in ancient times. It is interesting. In the mountain gate of cultivation, animals are better than humans. "
"The old thief is very sharp-tongued. He innocently destroyed my mountain gate and hurt all his disciples. He still wants to imitate the behavior of those masters. He deceived my Moya Sect and no one should be killed." The old man with a red beard is sitting upright seven inches away from the big snake. Seeing that the old man was so presumptuous and didn't even show the sword until now, he naturally noticed that the old man was quite careless and arrogant. He crushed his fingers with one hand and forcefully handed out the Tao Rolling Golden Lock, smashing into the rocks and rushing towards the big snake together. Come. This is a Buddhist method that has been passed down in Moya Cave since ancient times, but it has been revised and deleted several times by later generations. Although it seems to be very powerful now, it cannot be compared with what it was back then, but it was crushed with the thick and powerful snake body , but it actually feels a bit prestigious.
However, what the old man with Guzhang did was to raise the sword in his left hand horizontally, straight and straight, as if he was using strong force, to smash a ruler onto the snake's head, and embed the snake's head into the earth and stone. With only a slight flick of the broken palm, the golden lock was released. It collapsed, and there was dust between the rocks.
Before the red-haired old man could use his magical powers, the red-faced and drunk old man grabbed the bun with his left hand, lifted it up, and then looked down at the head of the big snake. A tunnel with a depth of several feet had been broken into the rock, and his feet were dangling in the air, feeling frightened for a moment. The leader of the Cliff Sect is only a third-level cultivator, and he is on par with himself and the other three elders of the Cliff Sect. However, this unreasonable and drunken old man did not give him any room to use his magical powers. He even went so far as to Ona
The handle of the sword looks like the most ordinary one, and it has never shown any sharp sword energy. However, it is such a ridiculous method that makes it completely impossible to resist.
"Things handed down by the Moya Sect have been iterated several times, but I have never seen anything so bad. The peaceful atmosphere of Buddhism in the magical powers and techniques has all been chipped away. No wonder there are clearly three realms of cultivation, but they are so unbearable that they shrink to the point of being... In a land where rats and insects like this are stationed, I am afraid that with this kind of situation, not to mention the time for the Moya Sect to see the light of day again, I am afraid that even the name of the sect will not be preserved." The old man commented, seeming to look down on the modern Moya Sect leader, but his left hand was still there Unwilling to relax even a little bit, he pulled up Zong Lao's hair and walked slowly towards the intertwined mountains and rocks.
The old man of the Moya Sect seemed to be only slightly younger than the unkempt old man, but now he was lifted up by the old man with one hand. In full view of the first level of the Moya Sect disciples, he still strolled into the cave.
The most irritating thing is that this old man obviously doesn't smell of alcohol at all, but he must be very drunk. He staggers more and more as he walks around. However, he still never forgets to say a few words to the Cliff Sect elder, such as Who is the leader of the Moya Sect now, what is his realm, or what kind of things he usually uses to feed snakes, so that the big snake just now can grow so thick. The elder of the Moya Sect who was captured is naturally a little arrogant or He was being proud of himself, but if he didn't answer the question, he would have been hit hard on the head and face by the sword body that was hovering around the old man. He didn't know what the mottled sword body was made of. It was solid porcelain, and it was hit hard. Time is right
The pain was so unbearable that I had no choice but to tremble and answer one by one.
When it comes to bullying, the old man has always felt that he is better than that boy Yun, not to mention that this is not a bully.
The rules in the world always favor the stronger, but they favor the weaker. Not to mention that at this time, holding the hair of a sect elder and stepping into the sect, if others have such ability, I am afraid that even the sect may not be able to do so. If you can stay, I just came to borrow some things. To save trouble, I broke into the mountain gate with such a very domineering attitude. In fact, there was a gift from nature. As long as you have some intelligence, you can know that it is a gift. Good business.
The Moya Sect is in hot water, and his appearance is very good. Boy Yun has been looking down on him all day long. Now that he has made a good sword, I guess this boy will have to show some courtesy.
At the same time, outside the Yaoyao Inn, a young man with unkempt hair and a pipa in his arms sat down in the inn. First, he did not want drinks, second, he did not order dishes, and third, he did not want leftovers. Instead, he sat in front of Yunzhong, rubbed the table, and then Just nodded towards Yunzhong.
"If you have some money, can you give me some alms? I was stabbed a while ago and I have no food in my belly. I am thinking of finding a place to eat. If you don't mind it, can you give me some money? Although I am blind, my hands and feet are still pretty nimble. Waiting on the horses or serving tea and water to clean the sword should be enough."
"Brother, you should ask the shopkeeper or the owner of this elegant inn about this matter. You should not ask me, a commonplace person. Besides, you must have mistakenly admitted the wrong person. I don't have any pendants hanging around my waist." Sword." When he said this, Yun Zhong was drinking porridge with his head down, and when he heard what the pipa guest said,
But he still shook his head.
The pipa guest seemed to be smiling, pouting slightly at Yun Zhong's two fingers.
"Isn't this Xiongtai's sword?"
