Zhong Xia and Yu Zun gathered around a bonfire, roasting the wild animals they had just brought, while Feng Xian, who was lying on his back not far away, was just out of their sight.
Zhong Xia rubbed his eyes and said sleepily: "Brother, that person is probably awake. You should go and take a look."
Yu Zun smiled lightly and said mischievously: "Wouldn't it be better to let him lie down for a while?"
"Brother, how are you?" A warm smile appeared on Zhong Xia's charming face.
Yu Zun held a stone basin and spread the water in the basin evenly on Feng Xian's mouth. After a while, Feng Xian gradually opened his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, little brother... ...a life-saving grace..."
"Senior, there is no need to be like this. This junior is also confused and wants to ask senior for advice. Senior, please rest here for a while. When the internal injuries suffered by senior are more or less healed, it will not be too late for us to go on the road again." Yu Zun smiled lightly.
Feng Xian nodded with difficulty and said sadly: "Humanity is unpredictable. How could I have known that I would be persecuted by that little bitch? If it hadn't been for your timely rescue, little brother, Feng Xian would not only have lost his life, but also his life." I am afraid that my reputation will be ruined in the hands of others."
Feng Xian was filled with grief and anger, and there were tears in his eyes, rolling down. He wanted to go to Lingmeng Mountain to try the Taoist wall, but unexpectedly he met Yu Huanhuan from the Yu Sect on the road. This Yu Huanhuan was so pure and beautiful, at first glance At first glance, it is definitely not difficult for anyone to imagine that she is the number one female devil in the Yu Sect.
Yu Huanhuan excused herself to go with Feng Xian, but she met some robbers on the way, and was injured by some sharp-edged axes on her ankles. Feng Xian had no reason to leave this innocent and charming girl.
Yu Huanhuan had already recognized Feng Xian's identity, and she was even more greedy for his powerful martial arts. Although Feng Xian, who cultivated the body of a boy, had a much tougher will than ordinary people, Yu Huanhuan had mastered the way of men and women, so what happened to Feng Xian? Is it her opponent?
Who would have thought that Yu Huanhuan, after having a wonderful time with him, would also absorb half of his martial arts skills.
Not only that, Feng Xian also gave up the martial arts secrets that he had been practicing for half his life in a daze.
As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind. Yu Huanhuan robbed him of half his life's cultivation, but Dugu Xuan was eyeing the remaining treasures on his body. He carried a thousand-gold blade, which was Qiumen. There is a peerless magic weapon inside, and there is a dead grass, which can replenish depleted internal energy in a moment.
However, these are far from what Dugu Xuan wants. The hidden Qiumen contains many secret maps, and the treasures contained in these secret maps are all rare things in the world, so the scene just now happened.
After resting like this for three days, Yu Zun would go to the deep forest every day to catch some fat wild animals. His midsummer cooking skills were excellent, so Feng Xian's weak body quickly recovered.
On this day, after the three of them had eaten three pig rabbits, they were ready to hit the road. Feng Xian pointed to the southeast and said: "Lingmao Mountain is still more than three hundred miles away from here. If the art of controlling the air is summoned, the three of them will We can reach it in an hour, but the wild forests in this mountain range are different from those in the past. We might as well use some physical skills to reach Lingmao Mountain in the early morning of the next day."
Yu Zun nodded. He agreed with Feng Xian. After all, the stone gate he saw in the cave had already explained some problems.
He took another look at the dark stone cave behind him and murmured: "Yu Zun will come here to visit again in a while, old man, please continue to sleep peacefully!"
Yu Zun carried Zhong Xia on his back and followed closely behind Feng Xian. Feng Xian lived up to his name, his movements were erratic and swaying, just like a gust of autumn wind, rustling and rustling, quite natural.
Yu Zun looks like a fierce owl, taking one step forward, but he is still a hundred meters away. Although he is carrying Zhongxia on his back, he does not show any signs of fatigue, as if he still has seven points of strength hidden in him.
As they walked in this way until night fell, a trace of smoke appeared in front of the three of them. Fengxian's eyes wrinkled slightly and he said: "It seems that we are not far from Lingmeng Mountain. There should be a post station ahead."
Zhong Xia frowned and said, "How can there be an inn in this wilderness?"
Feng Xian stroked his long beard, laughed loudly and said: "In this wilderness, naturally we have to find something to eat. Do you really think that those flying knights will patrol the land like me?"
"What if ghosts and gods open up?" Zhongxia murmured, and then buried his head on Yu Zun's back. "If ghosts and gods open up, we will kill those ghosts and gods," Yu Zun said fearlessly.
"Brother, why don't you listen?" Zhong Xia said aggrievedly.
The three of them were getting closer and closer to the smoke, but they did not feel the cold and stinging feeling. As Feng Xian said, the place where the smoke was was an inn. There was a mast standing in front of the inn, and a piece of paper was tied to the mast. The white flag, with a few large black characters, swayed and trembled in the long, rustling night wind, but it was hard to see clearly what was written on it.
A few people came closer, and suddenly there was some noise and bustle in the inn, which seemed peaceful and peaceful. Feng Xian smiled and said: "Brother Yu, you might as well go in and have a few drinks, and rest for a while." Late!"
Yu Zun nodded, patted Zhong Xia on the shoulder, and said, "Sister Zhong Xia, what do you think?"
Zhong Xia curled her lips, but didn't say anything. She just gently tugged on Yu Zun's sleeves and whispered: "Brother, you need to be careful about that store."
Yu Zun was stunned for a moment, but then looked back at the white flag. At this time, he could clearly see a few big characters with dragons and phoenixes dancing in them, and said: "Death-killing Slope"
"Brother Yu, this warm wine paired with a white chopped chicken is indeed an excellent dish in late autumn. Come and have another drink with me," Feng Xian said with drunken eyes.
The passers-by at the table who were sitting around them all sighed: "This white chopped chicken is very well cooked, and this old wine also has a spicy taste and is very stomach-warming."
But a table of guests not far away from them were discussing the Taoist Wall at Lingmao Mountain: "Tang San, don't you think it's strange? I've been in this mountain for more than a month, and it's obviously only a few steps away from Lingmao Mountain. It’s less than a hundred miles away, so why can’t we get out?”
One person frowned and replied: "I have been in this mountain for two or three decades, and I have been through many obstacles along the way. I have never even seen a place to stop and drink. Fortunately, I found this inn today. I think this mountain is so beautiful. Maybe he’s in a bad place”
An old man drank all the wine in the bowl, and then looked at the bowl of wine beside him. After drinking, he sighed: "Hey, do you know the origin of this mountain? Now that I have come to this inn, maybe it is God's will."
Everyone looked at the old man drinking and said, "Old man, what do you mean?"
The old man chuckled a few times and said: "This wine is worth your life, but you have to pay for it with your life."
"You old beggar, don't say it's a joke. In this mountain, I saw tigers hacking tigers and bears slaughtering bears. How dangerous it is, but I didn't even save my life like you said." The big man holding a giant ax laughed loudly.
"Yeah, don't listen to this old man's nonsense. Let's drink. If we have wine today, we will get drunk today. Maybe we can arrive at Lingmao Mountain tomorrow." Everyone laughed and entered the banquet again.
The old man shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Why don't you believe what I say?"
After saying that, he walked out of the inn with a cane and trembled. Yu Zun was startled in his heart and said: "Sister Zhongxia, come with me to go out and have a look."
Zhong Xia nodded with a solemn expression and followed Yu Zun out of the inn.
After leaving the inn, what he saw in front of him immediately made Yu Zun's mind freeze and he said in disbelief: "How is it possible? It was obvious just now that this was not the case?"
At this time, Zhong Xia's expression became calmer. She sighed softly: "Brother, please believe me now."
Yu Zun shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "This Kun Mountain Ridge is indeed an unusual place."
What is it that makes Yu Zun so distressed? Who makes Zhong Xia so afraid?
The ancient mountain in front of me is definitely not the scene that Yu Zun saw when he entered the inn. It is said to be an ancient mountain, but because the top of it is covered with swords, and those swords are thickly rusted, so At first glance, people are shocked and say: “What an ancient battlefield.”
In this way, the three big characters "Death Slope" seen on the white flag just now are appropriate.
Behind the ancient mountain, there is a short and humble inn. The inn is dilapidated, but it has a courtyard. In the center of the courtyard, there is a mast, which should have been dismantled from a decaying ancient ship. Above the mast , there was a tattered white flag with three big characters "Death Slope" scrawled on it.
The swaying lights in the inn were extinguished by the evil wind. After a while, the dim yellow lights lit up again, but the difference was that the lights now became strange and strange.
Yu Zun was shocked and shouted: "No!" When he entered the inn again, the dozen or so diners were all vomiting black blood and had no bones or flesh.
The bulging eyeballs were separated from their sockets and hung on the pale cheeks. They were huge black and white beads, entwined with some scarlet blood foam. Coupled with the tragic appearance of the mouth spitting out blood, people immediately felt a sense of sadness. Aversion to cold.
"If he makes a slight mistake, then the mystery of the Yin Corpse Ridge will be shelved again?" Yu Zun gasped in a low voice, using the Yuantian Blade to pick apart the corpses, "Brother Yu, I'm here." A low voice came from the dead thatched house.
Feng Xian held a golden short blade and finally stood up from the thatch. Yu Zun asked doubtfully: "Brother Feng, when did you leave the inn?"
Feng Xian gently stroked the blade of the short blade with his hand and said quietly: "Do you really think that I am a reckless man?"
Yu Zun frowned, and Feng Xian added: "When I was drinking, I also heard the words of the old man at the table, and his breath did not seem like someone from the prison world."
"Brother Feng, can you elaborate?" He doesn't look like someone from the prison world, could he? Yu Zun looked at the ancient mountain in disbelief.
Feng Xian pulled out a cowhide wine bottle from his waist, took a sip, took a long breath, and said, "Brother Yu, have you ever heard of the ghost world?"
Sure enough, Yu Zun sighed deeply in his heart, but pretended to be stupid and said: "The ghost world?"
Feng Xian pointed to the ancient mountain in front of him with great interest and said: "This mountain does not belong to this world. I have seen this mountain in ancient books. It is called Jianyin Peak. This Jianyin Peak was originally It is a small peak within the Sword Tomb of the Ghost Realm. It is said that a sword master named Sword Demon once lived on the Sword Tomb. He sat on the small peak, so later generations named this small peak Sword Hidden Peak."
After a while, Feng Xian sighed again and said, "Why did Jian Yin Peak from the ghost world appear in this world?"
And just when Feng Xian hesitated for a moment, Zhong Xia shouted: "Brother, come quickly"
When he arrived in front of Zhongxia, he saw that she was holding a black silver sword in her hand, playing with it casually. Zhongxia said happily: "Brother, I didn't expect to get this sword here."
Yu Zun's mind was slightly stagnant, and he glanced back, hissed, Zhong Xia regained his composure, stuck out his tongue playfully, and put the sword into his pocket.
