The young man woke up.
A gauze-like mist hung over him, a vast expanse of white, and the pine trees faintly emerged behind him.
A crane screamed sharply through the mist, and he was so frightened that he opened his eyes, sat up and looked around.
The air here is very comfortable. As long as you breathe it into your lungs, you will feel happy.
The air is cool and clean, without any odor.
The young man stood up carefully and looked around warily.
He obviously fell off the cliff last night and should have been shattered to pieces. Why is he still alive?
Otherwise, he just had a dream last night.
No, absolutely not.
He suddenly felt heart palpitations, opened his eyes wide and looked around, and finally saw two corpses lying not far from him.
The twisted body of the companion who came together was soaked in a pool of solidified blood, like a puppet with broken limbs.
Everything about last night was indeed true! Did an immortal save him?
The young man looked up at the stone platform. There was no sign of anyone on the stone platform.
The young man looked at the corpse of his companion and then at the stone platform high up. He suddenly felt powerless and could only drag his feet in frustration, swaying in the early morning mountain fog.
Very hungry, he walked aimlessly through the mountain fog, unable to see clearly the scenery behind the fog.
Suddenly, his feet were empty, and his hair stood on end with fear.
Fortunately, he was dragging his feet and didn't use much force with each step before he had time to pull his feet back.
The young man bent down to examine the empty space.
The suddenly sunken terrain seemed to be a small valley, and there was also a thick fog filling the valley. As the sun gradually shone into the valley, the thick fog gradually dispersed, like a stage curtain opening, revealing what was hiding behind it.
The young man exclaimed: So many immortals!
Immortals with wings on their backs were lying upside down, filling the small valley.
If you look closely, you will see that their feathers have long lost their luster, are dirty and scattered, and their bodies are all as stiff as wood. Perhaps due to the cold weather, they only emit a faint rancid smell.
The young man looked at the corpses of immortals all over the valley in amazement. After thinking for a while, he decided to climb down the small valley.
He turned around and carefully stretched out his legs, and slowly climbed down. Soon, his feet stepped on the pile of corpses. The small valley was filled with immortal corpses, and there was no room for a foothold.
To be precise, the corpses of immortals were piled on the ground.
The young man squatted down and pressed the ground with his hands. The immortal's skin and flesh were so soft that they could not bear the pressure, and they immediately collapsed as if they were disintegrating.
He gently flipped up the immortal's wings and looked carefully at the joints connecting the wings to the body.
He stepped on several corpses and looked at each one to see how high the immortal's nose was, his peculiar hairstyle, and his trousers that reached to his knees.
Suddenly, the young man felt a chill in his back, which made him stop what he was doing and look back.
On the upper edge of the valley, there were actually many immortals standing there, flapping their big wings and talking rustlingly to each other.
The young man straightened his body and looked up at these immortals.
His passionate desire to seek immortality has been hidden deep in his heart, replaced by all kinds of curiosity and uneasiness.
He realized his youth and innocence. At this moment, the world he knew was no longer the world he originally thought.
The immortals were high above him, pointing at him curiously and making a lot of noise.
Suddenly he suspected that the bodies of the immortals in front of him were not something that mortals could obtain through hard work.
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The ancient Xiancha has become rusty.
It flew slower and more erratically than usual because there were three people crowded on it.
Xiancha seemed to know its destination. Without any control, there was a force guiding it and it flew straight to the northeast.
The sun hung high above the heads of the three people, without any shelter, but under the cold wind of early winter, the warmth of the sun seemed to be absent.
Wu Weiren cleared his throat and told Yun Kong: "You know I am from the Han Dynasty. In the era I lived in, there were many people called alchemists and witches. Gradually, the power of Confucianism rose, and Emperor Wu became the dominant one. During the Confucian period, alchemists and other figures were all oppressed by Confucian forces.
"The so-called centipede insect, dead but not stiff, and the likes of alchemists had room for sustenance because of Buddhism that began to flourish in the Han Dynasty. It was not until the Wei and Jin Dynasties that it was revived due to metaphysics, and a kind of figure called "Taoist" was produced. That Only then did I call myself a Five Flavor Man."
The cold wind blew away part of Wuweiren's words and froze some of them. Yunkong couldn't hear clearly, so he had to put his ears as close to Wuweiren as possible.
"When I lived in the Han Dynasty, the alchemists had been spreading rumors about the existence of "Feathered Men". Later, the Feathered Men were mixed with the legendary "Flying Immortals" and similar to the legendary "Immortals". In the end, no one could figure it out. Do you know if Yuren is a god? What exactly is a god?"
Yun Kong was a little confused: "Don't people in the Han Dynasty know about gods?"
"No..." Wu Weiren frowned and couldn't help but feel that there was a "generation gap". He had to find a way to explain to this younger generation who was a thousand years younger than him: "A long time ago, an immortal was a kind of person who lived outside the human world. "Immortals of..." He couldn't find a suitable term, "Immortals live on fairy islands or mountains. Because they have abilities that mortals don't have, people believe that they can control the misfortunes and blessings of the world..."
"As you say, immortals are not human beings."
"They are not human beings, but immortals. I don't know when people thought that mortals could become immortals as long as they used the right method. Therefore, there are some legends about mortals who became immortals through cultivating Taoism and obtaining immortal objects. However, the protagonists of these immortals , often of unknown origin and age.”
It is not difficult to understand. In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient and information was not easily transmitted. It was not difficult to leave the place where you lived and change your identity in another place. If a person claimed to be a god, he could brag about it, and others would not be able to tell the truth. .
If this immortal figure is just a legend created by attachment, then the content of the story of "becoming an immortal" can be written arbitrarily.
There are seventy-one people in Liu Xiang's "Biography of Immortals" in Han Dynasty and eighty-four people in Ge Hong's "Biography of Immortals" in Jin Dynasty. I wonder how many real elements are included?
Wu Weiren continued: "When I was young, I heard that some people had seen gods. Now that I think about it, those people don't seem to be gods."
"It's Yuren."
The Five Flavors smiled approvingly at Yun Kong.
The five-flavored smile actually reminded Yun Kong of his master.
When he was a child, Yun Kong was very smart and often liked to meditate by himself. Whenever he understood something difficult to understand, his master would smile at him like this.
I don’t know why, as people grow up, their wisdom seems to be worn away by time. Maybe they breathe too much dust of the world, and instead of intuition, they have more twists and turns of thoughts?
The Five Flavors asked, "Do you understand?"
"You want to tell me that there is a difference between legend and reality."
"I also want to tell you the facts hidden in the legend."
"Wu Sheng is not an immortal. He is not a mortal who cultivates Taoism and becomes an immortal. He is originally a Yuren?"
"I guess so."
Yun Kong had other ideas in mind.
His master once told him that the Night Traveling God who appeared in the Immortal Village where he was born seemed to be an accomplice of Wu Sheng, and the Yuan Guang he met in Yangzhou seemed to be hostile to Wu Sheng. I wonder if people know about the five flavors?
Yunkong had no intention of telling Wu Weiren because he didn't dare to trust this person yet.
"Are Yuren immortal?" Yun Kong asked.
"I don't think so." Wu Weiren recalled the corpse of Mangu Immortal he had seen thousands of years ago.
But if Wusheng can give Mr. Wuweiweiren and Mr. Huang Cong "immortality", then he must have mastered the secret of immortality, and he himself must be immortal.
"The legend of Wu Sheng has been increasing over time," Wuweiwei people said. "He has always been an ethereal, seemingly nonexistent figure. Some say he can make alchemy, and some say he can do martial arts. From generation to generation, his The more legends there are, the more things he knows seem to accumulate, so there is an 'omniscient Wu Sheng', but not many people have actually seen him."
"Wusheng has five disciples walking around the rivers and lakes. I have seen them and they saved me."
"Five Disciples of Wusheng." Wuweixingren raised his sword eyebrows and stroked his beard thoughtfully.
Yun Kong was alerted that people with five flavors didn’t know everything! He told Yun Kong selectively.
"At least I know that there is a character named Longbishangren who once stole Wu Sheng's book." Yun Kong tried to throw out some more information.
Wu Weiren nodded, as if he knew this. He only murmured: "The people on Longbi have always loved the world's strange books..." and said no more.
The question is, how did the people on Longbi steal Wu Sheng's book?
But that’s another story, I’ll mention it when I get the chance.
Seeing that Wuweiren had no reaction, Yunkong said: "Senior Wuwei, I now know that Wu Sheng may be a Yuren, so what happened to my previous life?"
Wu Weiren avoided Yun Kong's sight and looked at Mr. Huang Cong casually.
Mr. Huang Cong leaned on the edge of the fairy tree, his eyes blank.
Suddenly, Mr. Huang Cong gave a high-five: "I understand."
Wu Weiren didn't want to pay attention to what he understood. He was busy hesitating, asking himself why he was still hesitating at this moment and whether he should tell Yun Kong.
Mr. Huang Cong continued to talk to himself: "Wusheng wants me to find Yunkong, and Yunkong will know how to make me die... Because untying the bell requires someone to tie the bell... Isn't it because of Yunkong that I come back again?" Where is Wusheng?"
Only Wu Sheng, who made him immortal, knew how to make him die.
