"Xiaojiang, how high is it here?" Xue Zhongqiao asked. The speeding snow deer made a lot of wind noise, which made her voice low.
Xiaojiang replied: "You can't see the bottom. It's very, very high. Xiaobai and I have been climbing down for seven days and seven nights, but we have never seen the bottom."
Fang Tianmu thought to himself, could such a high mountain be the Pillar of Optimism?
This fairyland is not just about the mountains. After passing the Yunfeng Peak, there are the phantom sea elephants. The clouds are rolled up, and the water is also rolled up. They are all flying in the sky. The crane is the most common creature here, the flying white walrus, and the spiritual lotus seat. , a crystal dragon pulls a cart through Wufeng. The cart looks like a human figure, but it doesn't look like a human figure.
Everyone was dazzled and hadn't seen enough. Suddenly, a guy with a big green gourd on his feet and a grape vine hanging above his head appeared next to the snow deer and walked at the same speed.
"There's someone!" Zhou Xiqin exclaimed in shock. She didn't notice anyone approaching at all. This person's blood was very unusual. It was as delicious as the Holy Fruit. She felt intoxicated when she smelled it.
This middle-aged man looks like an immortal, but he doesn't have any energy in his body. He is basically a mortal, but he doesn't look like a mortal.
Fang Tianmu saw that there were only a few stars on this man, and his cultivation level was that of a mortal. But what puzzled him was that the middle-aged man who had no energy himself was surrounded by a special energy, which was the energy of nature. .
What is the energy of nature? Waterfalls fall, tides come and go, winds and grass roll, the sun shines on fire... The energy of nature is the most universal and infinite energy, but it is always beyond the reach of practitioners. Under the divine level, there is uncontrollable energy. However, at this time, this energy is being used by that person. Could it be that that person is a mortal body of divine will, or a mortal clone of a certain true god?
When Xiao Jiang saw the man, he screamed strangely, looking very surprised, and said, "Zhang Guolao, why did the vine on your head bear fruit?"
The man also looked at Xiao Jiang and said, "Xiao Jiang, how come you haven't changed at all? You're so naked. I haven't seen you for many years. I asked who took me away. I didn't expect you to come back. Look." What, the vine on my head? It’s been a thousand years, how can it not bear fruit?”
"A thousand years..." Xiao Jiang was in a daze. The thousand years of pain and resentment in the underworld must belong to the "evil" side of the soul. Of course, the memory is gone. "Eh? Where is Xiaobai? Have you seen him?"
"Ask me, I'm staying in Wufeng Mountain very well but can't get out. Isn't he with you?"
Xiao Jiang shook his head, feeling very disappointed. The man had a strong interest in Fang Tianmu and the others, as if he had not seen outsiders for thousands of years. After looking at him for a while, he took a grape from the vine on his head and handed it to him. He gave it to Xue Zhongqiao and said: "Would you like to eat it? It's delicious. If you eat it, you can live longer."
Xiao Jiang turned around and said, "Don't eat it. If you eat it, you won't be able to get out."
"What happened if you can't get out?" The man ate the grapes into his mouth, and there was a violent reaction on his body, as if there was a great explosion of spiritual energy. But in Fang Tianmu's eyes, it was natural energy that became real in an instant. Within a short period of time, it poured into the man's body and became a part of his body.
That guy didn't lie. If you eat those grapes, you can really live longer, because the body of a living being is also a form of natural energy. What the grapes do is to convert its body into natural energy and then use the new natural energy to reorganize its body. , and Fang Tianmu also discovered that the composition of this guy's body is thousands of times that of a normal mortal's natural energy consumption. The ultimate lifespan of a mortal of more than a hundred years may take thousands or even tens of thousands of years to reach him. It doesn't matter if the grapevine bears fruit once in a thousand years, eating it once is enough for him to survive.
The man was so happy that he was reborn from Nirvana. He stretched and said, "How happy it is, hahahaha... Xiaojiang, how is the world, is it fun?"
"It's not fun, I don't even remember it." Xiao Jiang pouted and complained, "I'm going to settle the score with Xiao Bai."
"He didn't come back," the man said. "If he had come back, he would have been like us."
"What kind?"
"Eight Immortals." The man said with a smile.
Fang Tianmu blurted out: "Eight Immortals?" Some memories flashed through his mind.
"Oh? Young man, have you heard of the Eight Immortals?" The man was very excited. He rushed forward and grabbed Fang Tianmu, "Is there still a legend of the Eight Immortals in the world?"
Fang Tianmu hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Eight Immortals crossing the sea?"
After hearing this, the man looked up to the sky and laughed, flying around among the clouds, shouting loudly: "I knew that there is still a legend about us in the world! The world has not forgotten us! Old guys, we can go out now ,Ha ha ha ha--"
Xiao Jiang looked back at Fang Tianmu in confusion and asked, "Huh? How do you know about the Eight Immortals? That happened a long, long, long time ago! They have disappeared long ago."
"Nonsense!" The man came to Fang Tianmu and Xiao Jiang like crazy again, turned around, looked at Fang Tianmu as if looking at a treasure, and said: "Isn't this passed down? My good disciple, tell me Immortal, who among the Eight Immortals do you believe in the most?"
Fang Tianmu poured a basin of cold water over it and said coldly: "No one believes it."
"Oh?" The man pointed at himself, "I, Zhang Guolao, the Great Immortal of Wufeng Mountain, the dragon on the cloud throne, go first when the sun rises. Well, then, who do you like the most in the world?"
Fang Tianmu asked back: "Tell me first, which eight immortals are the eight immortals."
The snow deer roared, and Zhang Guolao chanted: "The Cloud House - Zhong Liquan, the fan-waving man on the Yingchuan River; the curly-bearded monster - Li Tieguai, the gourd fairy on Hulu Mountain; the Wufeng Mountain - Zhang Guolao, the jade dragon pulling the sky Run; the yin and yang board - Cao Guojiu, the red robe and gauze hat are difficult to ascend to the sky; the pure Yangzi - Lu Dongbin, the good food elixir flies three swords; the lotus seat - He Xiangu, the stunning beauty comes out of the world and makes people pity; seems arrogant - Lan Caihe, a three-foot-long tattered shirt; Unruly Cliff - Han Xiangzi, elegant and graceful Xuelanguan."
After Zhang Guolao finished chanting excitedly, he turned around and asked Fang Tianmu: "Is this still the way things are taught in the world?"
Fang Tianmu didn't mince words and said directly: "There may be eight immortals, but they are definitely not you eight immortals."
"Huh? What does that mean?"
Fang Tianmu said coldly: "The Eight Immortals in the world are no longer what they were in your time."
"This...this...is there a second Eight Immortals?"
Fang Tianmu said: "Not only the second one, but also the third one, the fourth one...there are countless others."
"How is it possible? The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, this...this, this, this..."
Fang Tianmu said coldly: "It's just a story from the era of human civilization." Fang Tianmu finally remembered where he heard the real names of the Eight Immortals. It was on Tianshan Mountain that he followed Mu Ziyun to the ruins of the era of human civilization. , there are dozens of high walls in the human language. The walls are engraved with classic historical books of that era, as well as various cultural treasures, and the Eight Immortals are one of the records.
That is to say, the person in front of me is an "immortal" from the era of human civilization before the era of rules, the era of gods, the era of Dom, and the era of ancestors.
