Chapter 40: Immortal Crossing

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When several bloated "daughters" were posing and shaking their fat to the music, Ling Muyun and Ji Kuang wanted to dig out their eyes, put them in the Muzarte River, and rinse them several times.

"All my sins in the first half of my life have been forgiven at this moment." Ji Kuang murmured.

"All the regrets I had in the first half of my life were redeemed at this moment." Ling Muyun agreed.

"Two brothers, which one have you chosen? I will naturally make arrangements." Tu Haojie punched the nearest "daughter" in the chest with a light punch.

Creeping, windy.

After all kinds of refusals and rejections, Ling Muyun and Ji Kuang finally escaped back to "Tingyuxuan".

Hu Erniang lay on the counter and dozed off.

He looked sleepily at the two people who returned home late.

"The charm is still there." Ji Kuang praised.

"It's different." Ling Muyun agreed.

"Hey, the two young men can talk. I will cook two dishes to go with the wine myself and have a drink with the two young brothers."

Hu Erniang couldn't help but feel happy when she heard the praise from Ling Muyun and Ji Kuang.

Cheer up and prepare to run to the kitchen.

"I still have something to do!"

"I have something to do too!"

Seeing that the two boys were running faster than rabbits, Hu Erniang leaned back on the counter and said, "It's boring."

Before dawn, the two of them washed up hastily, joked about Hu Erniang, and hurriedly met Tu Haojie in the west of the city.

The two bay-red horses were prepared by Tu Haojie for the two of them.

The bumpy ride is not as elegant as an ox-cart, but it is more vivacious than an ox-cart.

Along the way, we chatted and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Tianshan Mountains and the people on the ancient roads. Before we knew it, the setting sun was shining.

On the snow-capped mountains, the scenery is magnificent.

"Ten miles further, we will reach the Shenxian Crossing guarded by the prince. Vehicles and horses are not allowed in front of us, so we have to walk."

Tu Haojie nodded to the flag officer, put a wooden stick in his mouth, picked up four bags of rice, and went up the mountain first.

Ling Muyun and Ji Kuang were unwilling to be left behind. They took the wooden stick from the flag officer's hand and bit it. They each picked up four bags and followed behind them.

It is difficult for gods to cross, but it is difficult for gods to cross.

There is an abyss beneath your feet and white snow above your head.

If you are not careful, you will be shattered into pieces.

All the soldiers made no sound, silently carried heavy loads and walked one after another.

There was also the unlucky soldier who missed the mark and fell down.

It took a long time for the sound to come out from the bottom of the valley. It was dull and unclear.

There was no cry for help, just determination.

Ling Muyun and Ji Kuang didn't know what the sound was, and thought it was the sound of falling snow. When they saw a huge city with sweat on their backs and lamented the difficulty of the journey, Tu Haojie spoke.

"How many people fell off the cliff?"

"Reporting to the general, a total of seven people fell off the cliff!"

"Not bad! Enter the city!"

Ling Muyun's heart trembled, and he asked: "General Tu, seven people fell off the cliff, does this happen every time?"

"It's different, this time it's less. At most, there were fifteen people." Tu Haojie said calmly.

"Then why didn't we walk these ten miles during the day?" Ling Muyun stared at the moonlight. Although the ground was covered with silvery gray, his vision was not as clear as during the day.

"The moonlight is just right. During the day, more people will die. Just think about it slowly."

The three characters "神仙 ferry" are written crookedly.

"It's such an ugly Shenxiandu, why not let me write it."

"Young Master Ling can discuss this with the prince," Tu Haojie said jokingly.

"Is this written by the Northwest King?" Ling Muyun was surprised.

"How can others have such flying dragons and phoenixes?"

"Speaking of the Immortal Crossing, I have always had a question: How did the Northwest King manage this ten-mile natural chasm?"

Ling Muyun had a deep impression of the Northwest King: he was piled on the carriage like a puddle of mud.

"Flying across the sky." Tu Haojie didn't lie.

But Ling Muyun couldn't figure out how a person the size of a carriage could fly across the sky even though it was difficult to walk.

As Tu Haojie said, what special ability does the Northwest King have?

"Impossible!" Ji Kuang answered: "Did the Northwest King have wings?"

Tu Haojie shook his head, with a proud look on his face: "Let's go into the city, the prince is waiting at the house."

"How could we know the prince's whereabouts without seeing General Tu report..."

"Signal on the city! Don't ever say that you are a captain of the Thousand-Man City in the future, it will easily reveal your secret." After Tu Haojie finished speaking, he led the team into the city.

When Ling Muyun saw the Northwest King for the first time, he looked at him from a distance and felt that he was huge and looked like rotten flesh.

When facing the Northwest King, it was another scene.

The chair is specially made, carved with dragons and phoenixes. It is neither wood nor gold, but it is surrounded by dark gold.

The rising smoke swayed left and right with the breath of the Northwest King.

Behind the smoke and cloud, the Northwest King seemed to be breathing, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

If it weren't for those delicate eyes looking at the two of them, Ling Muyun would even suspect that the Northwest King had fallen asleep.

The reason why I say exquisite is because the facial features have been crowded together by the fat. If you don't observe carefully, it is difficult to distinguish the nose and eyes.

Tu Haojie once said that the king of the northwest twenty years ago was lean and capable, but with his current appearance, it is difficult to associate him with being lean and capable.

"If the King of the Northwest is buried in the sky one day, the sky will be filled with vultures. How many days will it take?"

"Did you eat too much human flesh? I'm afraid you're going to eat a few people in this meal, right?"

Ling Muyun and Ji Kuang had evil thoughts in their hearts at the same time.

However, it is only in the heart, but the body is very honest.

"No need to be polite, sit down." Before a few people could salute, the Northwest King panted heavily and said.

Several people bowed their hands politely and took their seats on the chairs at the bottom.

"Ling Muyun, in the battle at Dingbeicheng, you have already shown your father's style."

Who is the king of the northwest? Everyone can clearly figure out what he is thinking.

It touched the deepest part of Ling Muyun's heart.

This wasn't the end yet, he continued: "Ji Fengxian misses you very much."

I haven’t heard from my parents for a long time, and even if I hear about them from hearsay, I still have the status of “Ten Rebels”.

Ben was still thinking about how to speak, but unexpectedly, the Northwest King actually took the initiative to mention it.

"Your Majesty, I am here this time just to find out where my parents are and to ask for your advice." Ling Muyun's eyes were already hazy, but he still adjusted his tone to sound as calm as possible.

"This is the tenth year since Ling Hao and Ji Fengxian went to the North."

"Northern Territory?" Ling Muyun asked doubtfully.

"The realm of thousands of miles of ice." The Northwest King took a deep breath: "Don't even think about it. With your level of cultivation, you can't walk a hundred miles."

"I dare to ask my lord, what is the meaning of the ten rebellions?"

"The little one has a lot of problems." The Northwest King gave him a light look, and the frail woman standing behind him handed over a tea bowl and fed it to the Northwest King.

"Master Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain may be able to tell you the truth."

Before Ling Muyun could speak again, there was a sound of gongs and the voice of the messenger came from outside the lobby.

"Report! The black demon appears!"

"Alert! Alert!"

Needless to say, such a vulgar name as "Black Demon" is as much a masterpiece of the Northwest King as "Blue Beast" and "Red Ghost".

"You two, would you like to explore it together?"