You Chunshan felt as if he was walking on a very long stone path in the mountain filled with mist. There were some very green ancient trees faintly beside the stone path, and some unknown flowers and plants grew under the trees.
The stone path goes towards the mountain. I don't know how far it goes up.
You Chunshan stood there in confusion for a long time, not understanding why he appeared here.
I seem to be in the Tiangong Department?
A Taoist said that he was sick, so he went to Huaidu to see a doctor. As a result, he was sent to a secluded cliff underground. There, a doctor named Baizhu split his own throat with an axe. head.
So he lost consciousness.
You Chunshan subconsciously touched his head. His head was intact. He then touched his body. His body was also fine, as if nothing happened.
Could it be that everything before was just a dream?
Did he actually just fall asleep while walking on the rising stone path leading to the cliff?
Or say he is dead.
Is this road in front of me leading to the world under the River Styx?
You Chunshan was slightly panicked in his heart.
After thinking for a while, he pinched his thigh.
It's over, it doesn't hurt.
Either dead or dreaming.
This young man from Donghai hurried to the edge of the stone path, found a stone under the tree, picked it up and threw it on his head.
But the next moment, a sharp and clear pain came from his forehead. You Chunshan stumbled back to the stone path with stars in his eyes, and sat down on the stone steps with a groan.
Ouch, ouch.
You Chunshan felt as if some liquid was flowing on his forehead, and it must have been bleeding.
He raised his hand and touched it, and it turned out to be bright red.
You Chunshan lamented and put his hand into the flowers and plants beside the road to stroke them, then pulled a large leaf and put it on his forehead, wiping the blood on his head randomly.
After working on it for a long time, You Chunshan still didn't understand what happened.
He covered his forehead and tried to go down the stone path. However, he didn't go very far down and there was no path anymore. It was a large lake with no edge visible. The end of the stone path submerged into the clear lake water, and there seemed to be something still inside. Some are just full of dark green algae.
You Chunshan stood there with a look of despair for a long time, then squatted down and washed the blood off his head, then continued to put a large blade of grass on the wound he had made, turned around and looked towards the top of the stone path full of melancholy. And go.
I don’t know how long this stone path is.
In short, You Chunshan has walked a long way, and it is still full of clouds and mist. This made him suspect that he had actually had a longer dream - this was actually on Mojian Cliff.
The young uncle didn't encounter any sneak attack sword cultivators. He drew Qi into his body as he wished, so he walked towards the cliff smoothly.
As for the subsequent Taoist Jiang Shanxue, sword cultivator Cheng Lu, and Qingtian Taoist girl Yu Chaoyun, they were all just dreams that I had, and they were just stories in dreams.
While You Chunshan was thinking wildly, he also sighed.
How could there be such a real dream?
This made him very melancholy and puzzled.
There is still no end in sight for the upward stone path, but there is no sword intent on such a stone path.
Probably not Mojian Cliff.
You Chunshan wanted to convince himself that he was dreaming now, but the burning pain on his forehead made him doubt everything.
The young man from Donghai thought about it for a long time, and finally had to abandon those daydreams temporarily and seriously walked up the stone path.
The East China Sea has an end, so how can there be an endless road in the world?
It's just too far.
As a result, people gradually become desperate and distressed.
You Chunshan walked for a long time, maybe he was a little tired, so he sat there and took a rest. The wind blew the clouds and mist in the mountains slowly moving. You Chunshan's eyes suddenly widened. He seemed to hear some voices. , this is undoubtedly great news for such a confused person.
You Chunshan, who was sitting there a little tiredly, instantly got up and stood in the wind blowing the clouds and mist, listening carefully.
It was like the noise of some town.
It's just quite vague, I don't know where it is.
You Chunshan hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the mist-filled mountains and forests beyond the stone path. After watching for a long time, the young man from Donghai headed towards the mountains and forests.
There are no trails in the forest, but there are countless flowers and plants, most of which are extremely lush. Some of them are slowly withering and turning yellow due to the wrong season.
You Chunshan only took a quick glance at these things and then passed through them.
The vocals seemed to get closer.
This made You Chunshan a little excited. He pushed the branches and leaves of many flowers and shrubs in front of him and couldn't wait to go further into the forest.
As we walked further and further into the forest, the fog gradually became thinner. When You Chunshan raised his head, he could vaguely see some sky.
This cheered up the young man from Donghai. He made sure that he was not going in the wrong direction. He stopped covering his forehead, waved his hands, and jumped in the forest towards the direction where the fog was thinner.
But at the next moment, You Chunshan hurriedly hugged a tree that was growing extremely strong in front of him.
The young man from Donghai stopped in shock and looked forward with lingering fear.
There is no road ahead.
Such a forest was cut off in front of them without any warning, and some small rocks that had been trampled loose by themselves were falling downwards. Looking down, they saw that there was no bottom, but countless ivy entwined and hanging away.
You Chunshan stopped there in a daze. After a long time, he finally let go of the tree he was holding.
The human voice was still there, but still distant, as if coming from an extremely far away place.
The young man from the East China Sea stood there and looked around for a long time. In the distance there were still countless clouds and mist swimming in the wind. There was nothing visible in all directions.
So where exactly are you?
Such a question has become increasingly heavy in the hearts of young people in Donghai.
After looking at the cliff for a long time, You Chunshan finally heard some sounds coming from the bustling town - this made the young man's eyes gradually widen, as if he heard What an incredible secret.
But that's no secret.
Just blowing in the wind, many words with different tones.
Naturally, the emphasis in people's speech is different.
The people of the East China Sea are of the same tune, the people of the North are of the same tune, and the people of Lingnan are of another tune, not to mention the people of Huangliang Luming.
But You Chunshan, who was on the mountainside, could hear all these tones in a hazy state.
All the sounds blended together, coming from all directions, and finally converged into an extremely vast and extremely distant human sound.
so.....
You Chunshan couldn't believe his own guess, silently lowering his head and looking at all the scenery that was also filled with clouds and mist.
So are you in heaven?
Maybe he could just jump down like this and fall from the sky, and the world would spread the story of Sister You falling from the sky.
You Chunshan was quite helpless at his own random thoughts.
Shaking his head, he finally followed the traces he had left and slowly returned to that stone path.
The stone path is clean, with no dust or fallen leaves on it. It is like the blue color of the sky at dusk, with some white lines crawling on it, like some linear fluffy clouds.
You Chunshan sat there, watching carefully and resting.
It's just that this probably doesn't give him any answers to his questions.
You Chunshan rested for a long time, finally stood up with a sigh, and walked up the stone steps step by step.
After an unknown amount of time, the stone paths gradually took on the color of snow, and many snowflakes came through the forest and slowly fell on the young man's face.
The young man from Donghai who had been walking silently on the stone steps with his head lowered raised his head in surprise. Only then did he realize that the clouds and mist on the rocky road in front of him had disappeared, but there were gradually covered with some The snow is light in color, and as you go up, there are more and more fine snows, falling slowly in the mountains and forests.
You Chunshan looked there in amazement for a long time. He raised his hand to catch some falling snow and looked at it carefully for a long time to make sure that it was really snow and not something weird.
Since he is the snow in the human world, he should still be in the human world.
You Chunshan comforted himself and continued to go up the stone steps without thinking too much.
When it started to snow on the mountain road, there were traces of the footprints that had been walked on.
You Chunshan looked back and looked down, looking at the series of footprints on the stone steps covered with thin snow, but he also sighed in his heart.
It turns out that I have come a long way.
There are more than 30,000 days in a human life.
So how many steps does a person take in his life?
For some unknown reason, this young man from Donghai had some such sighs in his mind.
For people who have lived for more than a thousand years, how many steps have they taken?
You Chunshan thought with a sigh, turned back, and continued to go higher.
The mountain road is straight, everything is quiet, the wind blows through the forest, and the fine snow flows like a stream - the flow of the wind.
You Chunshan had been walking for an unknown amount of time, but finally, when the chill in the snow was getting stronger, he looked up and saw a mountain trail that seemed to have reached its end.
It was a gate formed by narrow snowy cliffs.
The black mountain cliff is covered with white snow, like a thick ink painting.
You Chunshan stopped. For some reason, there was a feeling of panic in his heart that made him want to cry.
He didn't know where such a feeling came from.
I don’t know why such a feeling arises.
Looking back at the mountain roads, the snow, the forest, the mountain wind, and the vague and lively human chatter that disappeared from everything at some point.
So such a young man really shed a tear.
You Chunshan stared blankly at the teardrop that for some reason overflowed from his eyes - fell into the white snow, and then turned into a black hole.
After a long time, the young man from Donghai raised his head. He seemed to have finally remembered what Song Yingxin had said to him.
But in front of such a mountain snow, he had lost his words and just stood there for a long time. Finally, he raised his hand, wiped his eye sockets, and walked the last part of the journey step by step.
When a young man from the East China Sea walks between such a cliff, he is extremely small. So small that if a small piece of snow falls from such a cliff, such a young man may be completely engulfed.
The extremely tired young man, who had already reached the point, supported the cliff rocks on both sides and stepped on the narrow snow paths to pass through such a mountain gate bit by bit.
The clear sky in the world appears in an instant.
Despite the misty snow, the skylight still fell on the other side of the cliffs without any trace.
You Chunshan stopped at the end of the door on the narrow cliff, staring blankly at everything in front of him.
It was a large lake carrying an extremely brilliant skylight. I don't know how deep and how wide it was.
There are some snow-colored stones of different shapes beside the lake, which are level with the lake level and stretch away in the big lake.
In an extremely distant place, there seems to be an extremely large snow-capped mountain in the lake. The mountain is covered with snow, but it still seems to have some green color of the forest.
You Chunshan squinted his eyes and stood in the thinly falling snow, looking around for a long time.
The big lake goes in all directions, and there is only one road leading to the snow-capped mountains in the big lake.
The young man from Donghai hesitated for a while and returned to the narrow cliffs. He rested there for a while. Perhaps because his mouth was dry, You Chunshan also grabbed a few handfuls of snow and ate it in his mouth before standing up again. He got up and walked to the shore of the big lake, embarking on a snow and stone path on the lake that looked like cat paw prints.
The snow-capped mountains in such a big lake are extremely far away.
You Chunshan didn't know how far he had to walk before he could reach such a snow-capped mountain.
only.
I just don’t know why, but this young man from Donghai always feels that he has heard some very subtle and long-lasting wind sounds.
The sounds of the wind were blowing leisurely over the fine snowy lake.
You Chunshan didn't know where the wind noise came from. After looking around to no avail, he could only cautiously skip along the snow and stone paths between the lakes.
After an unknown amount of time, the young man finally seemed to be approaching the edge of the snow-capped mountains in the lake.
But this made You Chunshan even more confused.
It doesn't seem like a mountain.
You Chunshan stopped there with a hesitant expression, silently looking at the land of mountains and snow in front of him.
In front of me is a snowy path going up the mountain.
The light and fine snow from the human world are pouring down together, and when they fall on such a trail, it looks like a bright mountain forest.
You Chunshan hesitated for a long time, but still headed towards the mountain.
It took this young man from the East China Sea a long time to finally climb to the top of such a big lake and snow-capped mountain.
Then he heard that kind of wind sound more clearly.
if.
You Chunshan scratched his head and stood on the top of the mountain, thinking very seriously.
If I were an ant, would it sound like such a loud wind when I heard the breathing of people in the world?
Could someone be sleeping?
You Chunshan looked around. In the snow, all the branches were lonely and dry, stretched out dryly in the light of the snowy sky.
After searching for a long time, this young man from Donghai could not find such a person sleeping in the mountains.
He walked forward for a while, thought about it, and decided to ask.
"have....."
Only when You Chunshan put his hands in front of his mouth and shouted the first word was he suddenly interrupted.
"Shh..."
It sounded like a boy's voice.
You Chunshan suddenly looked in the direction where the sound came from, and then discovered that there was a cliff not far away. There was a young man in green clothes sitting on the cliff. Behind the young man was carrying two swords, one was very crude, and the other was full of crack.
The young man was holding a wine gourd in his hand and was looking back at him, holding up a finger as a sign of silence.
Although You Chunshan was very curious about why such a young man in Qingshang appeared here, he was naturally surprised when he finally saw someone after walking for so long.
Putting down his hands, he stepped on the fine snow in the mountains and forests and ran towards that direction.
But the young man frowned again and pointed to the snow at the foot of Youchun Mountain, as if to tell him to be careful.
Although You Chunshan didn't know why, he still slowed down as he was told, carefully stepping on the snow, heading towards such a cliff.
It wasn't until he got behind the young man Qingshang that the young man looked at the sword behind him with many cracks in surprise.
Above the sword, the word "square inch" will not be unfamiliar to anyone in this world.
That's Mojianya's sword.
Before Qing Yi's sword was pulled out from the cliff, it was one of the two best swords in the world.
You Chunshan stared there blankly for a long time, and then his eyes finally fell on the young man in Qingshang who was carrying a sword and drinking wine.
"Who are you?"
The young man Qingshang said softly: "Grass is a firefly. Sometimes in dreams, the body turns into a crane. In the world, countless grasses are fireflies."
Cao Weiying turned around and looked at this young man from Donghai. She seemed to be equally curious about such a young man.
"And you?"
You Chunshan looked at the swords behind the young man, hesitated a little, and then practiced a ritual like those swords.
"My name is You Chunshan, uncle."
You Chunshan calls him Uncle Master, naturally because he comes out of habit according to the usual way of calling Nan Dao.
However, after Cao Weiying heard the words "Master's uncle", she raised her eyebrows, and there seemed to be a smile on her lips. She turned back and said softly: "What a good sentence, Master's uncle."
You Chunshan asked with some confusion: "Is there something wrong?"
This young man from Donghai probably doesn't know what it means to be called "Master Uncle".
Even Cong Ren needs to call his master when facing such a young man in Qingshang.
Cao Weiying chuckled and said, "No, there's no problem."
Although You Chunshan thought it was a bit weird, he probably didn't know what the weirdness was. After thinking about it for a long time, he was still a little confused, so he didn't dwell on it anymore. He stood there and looked around for a long time, and finally remembered the original question.
"Where is this, uncle?"
Cao Weiying tilted her head and took a sip of wine, then looked back at the two high cliffs in such a land of light and snow, and said softly: "Tianmen."
You Chunshan suddenly opened his eyes wide. The young man thought for a moment that he had heard wrongly, or that the young man had said it wrong.
But the boy named Kusame Hotaru just repeated it slowly and calmly.
"This is Tianmen Mountain."
