As I walked along, I was thinking about a question.
There may really be immortals in this world.
If there is an end for those who practice Taoism, then this end is probably immortality.
Of course, this is just my opinion.
But at my age, there are only two kinds of ideas, either a hero flying over the roof and walking over walls, or a god flying through the clouds and mists.
Fantasy is often very far from reality.
But no matter what, the Huang family really benefited greatly this time.
Huang Jiu and Huang Xian'er, like me, were the first to visit the top of Mount Twenty-Four.
However, Huang Xianer is very adaptable and views everything as a master.
Huang Jiu and I were like country bumpkins, curious about everything we saw. We ran to touch the ginseng tree and look at the Polygonum multiflorum that looked like a big tree.
When they arrived at the main hall, Huang Jiu was wearing flowery underwear, jumping from one chair to another, touching the vase, smelling the green plants, and never closed his mouth.
Huang Xian'er said: "You guys take a rest here, I'll arrange some things and I'll be back in a minute."
Huang Jiu and I nodded quickly.
As soon as Huang Xian'er left, Huang Jiu immediately brought a jade cabbage over and said with a stern look: "Hurry up, take off your clothes and wrap them up. This thing will turn into a villa when you take it out."
I was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a while. I took off my clothes halfway before I remembered and said, "Brother Huang, this mountain will belong to you from now on!"
Huang Jiu was stunned for a moment, put down the jade cabbage, sat back on the chair, and said with emotion: "This person has been poor for a long time, and even his thoughts have become poor, and he can't change it all at once."
I rolled my eyes at him.
Because of our luck, we are not living in poverty. Of course, we are not as rich as Su Dazhuang and Wang Shukun, who have billions in wealth.
But he is not so poor that his thoughts are also poor.
I think he just has a habit of petty theft and can't change it.
Thinking about luck, I still feel a little disappointed.
After all, after this time, I’m afraid no one will give me luck.
If no one urges luck, there will be no windfall.
If you want to make money, you have to work hard.
After a while, Huang Xian'er came back with a set of clothes in his hand, a set of robes.
She opened her clothes and made gestures on me and said: "The size is just right. I'm in a hurry, so I'll make do with it. I've prepared the bath water for you. Go and wash up."
After all the hard work in the mountains, the brand-name sportswear I wore was already in tatters, like a beggar, and couldn't survive without washing.
After washing well, I feel relaxed.
It's just that the robe is very inconvenient and uncomfortable to wear.
But when he looks in the mirror, he is actually a handsome young man.
When I returned to the hall, Huang Xian'er's eyes lit up and she praised him: "Only my younger brother is worthy of being the master of the mountain."
She praised me, which made me blush a little, but my heart was filled with sweetness.
After all, Xiaocui not only has a high status, but also looks like a fairy.
If someone said that a toad eats swan meat, I would not feel comfortable hearing it.
Huang Xianer immediately served wine and food. Huang Jiu and I ate canned meat for several days, and now that we saw the hot dishes, we ate them without any hesitation.
After eating and drinking, I wiped my mouth and asked, "Sister Xian'er, can't outsiders see the Shiwandashan Altar?"
Huang Xian'er said: "That's not the case."
I said, "Then why doesn't Xiaocui let me follow him?"
Huang Xian'er smiled and said: "Brother, don't think too much. The mountain master is afraid that you will be tired, so he asked me to take you back to rest. He has no intention of not letting you go."
In the past few days, I have been taking advantage of the yang energy of the nine sects' magical instruments. I eat well, sleep soundly, and don't feel tired.
After hesitating for a moment, I said, "I want to go take a look. Can Sister Xian'er take me there?"
"This..." Huang Xian'er was a little embarrassed and said with a forced smile: "Brother, it's better not to join in the fun. Take a rest. The mountain master will come over in a few days and take you to the Shanling Palace."
After all, I am only fifteen years old.
There was a stubbornness in my heart.
The more forbidden something is, the more I want to see it.
And I always felt that Xiaocui treated me as an outsider, which was very uncomfortable, so I insisted: "I want to go see it, you take me there. If Xiaocui blames me, I will help you."
My tone was stronger, and since it came to this, Huang Xianer couldn't refuse.
After hesitating for a moment, she said: "Then I will take you to see it."
I stood up immediately and said, "Let's go now!"
Huang Jiu also jumped on my shoulder and said, "Honey, hurry up. If you go late, you won't be able to see the majestic appearance of the mountain master when he judges people."
Huang Xianer was still hesitant, but without saying anything else, he took us down the mountain and towards another canyon.
There are roads in the mountains and cave tunnels across the mountains, which saves a lot of time.
In more than an hour, we arrived behind two mountains.
Ahead is a dense forest.
That forest was different from the surrounding trees. The leaves were glowing red in color. From a distance, they were fiery red, just like a maple forest, but they were not maple trees.
Huang Xian'er stopped here again, stopped me and said: "Brother, why don't you go? The Wutu tribe of Qibu is nearby. They have the ability to tame animals and raise many strange beasts. I will take you there. have a look?"
I shook my head and insisted on going to see the altar.
Huang Jiuye said: "We have been to Shennongjia and have seen all the monsters that can be combined. We are no longer interested in anything else."
Huang Xian'er glared at Huang Jiu and said, "Only you don't think it's a big deal!"
Unable to resist me, Huang Xianer took me into the mangrove forest.
As soon as I stepped into it, the soil under my feet exuded a faint smell of blood.
I frowned slightly, but didn't think much about it.
After all, in a strange place, there must be a strange image.
After walking five or six hundred meters, in the middle of the forest, a trapezoidal altar suddenly appeared in front of us.
But I just glanced at it and stopped immediately.
His body couldn't help but tremble.
On the altar more than ten meters high, blood flowed like a waterfall, flowing down the steps and gathering into a stream.
When I stopped, I happened to see a head rolling down from the high platform.
At the bottom of the altar, there were already piles of people's heads.
At the top, those rebels were lining up to the guillotine.
Po Jun was holding a long knife. When he raised the knife and dropped it, the head rolled off the altar. The body spurted blood and shook, and was kicked from another direction.
I followed the rolling corpse with my eyes, and the scene I saw made my brain unable to bear it anymore. I screamed strangely, turned around and ran outside.
I ran all the way, and what came to my mind was the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a hell on earth.
When I step on the road, I have blood on my hands.
But compared to the scene just now, it pales into insignificance.
What I can't accept even more is that all this was actually done by Xiao Cui.
Fear, uneasiness, hesitation.
The complex emotions were mixed together, and I ran like crazy, running as hard as I could, wanting to run out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, away from hell, away from the devil-like Xiao Cui.
