Advise Qingshan

Bai Prison, that is, the origin of Wenmanta, a storyteller in the world can talk about it all night.

The Xiaquan mountain range is a blessed place for immortals. Although all the mountains are covered with snow, there are spiritual plants and fairy grass growing. It turns out that there is no such bare main peak.

There are rumors in later generations that when the Chongning Immortal King ascended, he left the white pagoda to suppress evil and oppressive evil here. The fan iron decorated on the outside gradually weathered and peeled off, gradually losing the shape of the tower. Over time, it became the only black and steep mountain in this icy and snowy land.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like a little ink on plain white rice paper, so it is also called "immortal left ink".

The Immortal Yimo left not only this pagoda, but the Immortal Chongning also left another treasure for the descendants of Xiaquan—this tower, which is difficult for flying birds, has a pagoda spirit.

The legendary tower spirit is named Wen Mang, and he has never appeared in front of people, but his name frequently appears in various story books and legends.Every disciple who worshiped Xiaquan had fantasized that the rumored stalwart man in black clothes and black hair, with a serious expression and a murderous look, would suddenly appear on a certain day in a certain year and accept himself as a closed disciple.

In 370th, when the second disciple was in a hurry to urinate in the middle of the night, because of poor eyesight, he mistook the pillars, incense burners and other messy things as Senior Wenmang, and was too excited to bump into him with a big bump on his head. After that, Senior Taling He likes squatting next to the toilet in the middle of the night, smelling the fragrance to get to know the juniors, and recognizing the disciples who are deeply destined for immortality at a glance.

However, the rumors are rumors after all. Not only is Wen Mang's original spirit not related to murderous aura, but if he appears in front of Xiaquan's disciples, he will be beaten out in the next second.

There is no way, he looks too much like the weak and pitiful little boy in the storybook who sold himself to bury his father.

In the White Prison, Ye Zhuo poked the vermilion pagoda imprint between the brows of the young man in Tsing Yi with one hand, causing the young man to step back half a step.

This young man's skin is fair, his wrists and ankles are tied with red strings, and his clothes are complicated.

Ye Zhuo lazily watched him perform "The tower is thousands of years old, can you be more dignified."

"No." Wen Mang took half a step back, shaking the ring pendant all over her body, "Isn't it pretty?"

Ye Zhuo said disgustedly, "At least I got rid of the messy decorations on your body, and asked the little disciple to look at it. I thought Xiaquan was too poor to uncover the pot, and it was as if God Wenmang was going out to dance in a few minutes."

Wen Mang shrugged, "This is all thanks to you."

Ye Zhu then shut up resentfully.

Artifacts have no spirit, but if they follow the master with extremely high cultivation level, Zhou Sheng will be contaminated with spiritual energy all the year round, and spirits will be born over time.When the spirits were first born, they were just white paper and only a cloud of white mist. They were what the master thought they should be.Only when the spiritual wisdom is gradually born can one truly have an independent personality.

And when Wen Mang first appeared in the pagoda, Chongning Xianjun's aesthetics happened to be very abnormal.

Xianjun had a wealthy family when he was young, and his parents had a small official in a country on earth.At that time, Xianjun was influenced by his father's generation, and his mind was full of meritorious deeds and he would be appointed as a marquis immediately, and he read a lot of related scripts.

What kind of son and brothel woman's spring breeze once had a dark marriage, and the brothel woman turned into a dynasty princess, who showed the birthmark on her buttocks when she went to a prostitute and found out that she was a descendant of the royal family, and what emperor disguised herself as a woman to find a commoner son.In short, it can be summed up in one sentence.

"Poor scholars are born with dog shit, and they are granted the honor of the prince, but the pretty girl's eyes are sick, so you don't want to marry me."

However, when anyone is mentally retarded, Chongning Immortal Monarch is wise and powerful, but when he was young and frivolous, he read these bullshit things with relish and convulsions, wishing to immediately meet a gentle and intellectual down-and-out little beauty in a brothel, and then mount a horse and fight the enemy During the three days of the war, Hongxiu Tianxiang sealed the marquis and worshiped the prime minister, and dangled around with a broken sword.

Fortunately, before he could take any action, a celestial elder happened to pass by. He felt pity for him who suffered from mental illness at a young age, and euphemistically expressed his idea of ​​treating him to Father Ye. With a big wave of Father Ye's hand, Ye Zhuo It has completely missed the road of "immediately sealing the marquis".

Although Xianjun gradually stopped reading those messy scripts, he turned himself into the protagonist in the scripts, became the senior master of those sons with birthmarks on their buttocks everywhere, and daughters who lived in brothels, but the absurdity of his youth was overwhelming. It's not without traces, at least until he refines the first natal Lingbao Wenmang Pagoda, Xianjun's aesthetics is still that of a down-and-out beautiful boy in a brothel with a weak willow and a strong wind.

Unexpectedly, thinking of these old sesame seeds and rotten millet stuff, Ye Zhuo felt very ashamed, so he simply folded his arms and leaned on the old man to sell the old man, trying to make him feel sick.

"Wen Mang, you are still young, but in terms of human age, I am already over half a hundred years old. I can't play with exciting things like you."

The pagoda spirit has guarded the pagoda for thousands of years, that is to say, its appearance is a bit weak, and its personality has nothing to do with being weak.

He was unmoved, "Where is it, how can Xianjun be over half a hundred years old, and your current situation is obviously dying, old but not dead."

If there is another problem with Ye Zhuo, he hurts his own happiness, but you can't hurt him, you are hypocritical to death, and immediately retorted, "Old and not dead is old and not dead, and it may not be dead in the near future." He touched himself With a cheeky face, "Look at my looks and looks, I said that I just got the crown and people would believe me."

Wen Mang rolled his eyes, "It's my ancestor. With your appearance, some people will believe you just ran out from under that hooked mother."

He dragged a long puff of smoke past Ye Ju's eyes, and disappeared after a while, and suddenly changed his tone, "I just don't know if you are the same as when you were young. ?”

The young fairy refused to accept it and did it. The dying Ye Zhuo was afraid of flashing his waist, but he didn't dare to play casually. Hearing Wen Mang's implication, he immediately said vigilantly, "How do you say this?"

Wen Mang said, "Of course I'm here to trouble you."

There are no layers or small compartments in the Wenmanta, and all the demons are locked in, which is actually a bit like raising Gu.But anyway, the sun never sees the light of day, and no one will take you out after becoming a Gu king. Everyone will stop fighting halfway through the fight, but it is still common to bully the weak to gain physical and mental pleasure.

Someone must have regarded Immortal Chongning as a soft persimmon, and they were about to come and play with it.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of turning wood came from ahead, a bit like the crashing sound of old people turning walnuts.

Ye Zhuo raised his eyes, and there were two shadowy figures in front of him. The light in the pagoda was not good, and Xianjun didn't eat vegetarian food all year round, and he was a bit night blind, so he could only see the outlines vaguely.

It was not until the two stood in front of them that they could see clearly.The tall and thin one was a middle-aged lady holding a jar with a pale complexion, while the short one was a chubby middle-aged man with kind eyes and kind eyes, spinning walnuts in his hands.

Wen Mang said, "This is to ask you to collect the toll. Two peach blossom demon cultivators, named Uncle Tao and Tao Niang, blocked in front of the pagoda. When they saw someone with a low cultivation base, they came to ask for money. If they wanted to go down, they had to give money."

The tower spirit is still reclusive and invisible to others, but as a warm manta spirit, he is equivalent to a god in the tower, and can actually perceive every place in the tower.Ye Zhu is his old master, although the contact was cut off for some reason, it took only a short time to recognize the master again. The communication between the master spirits does not need to be spoken, just silently recite in the heart.

Ye Zhuo touched the hot earlobe, and there was a small pagoda-like imprint on it.

He wondered, "The world is so big and full of wonders, let alone the road, I built this whole White Prison, I confiscated his rent, and he asked me to collect the toll?"

Wen Mang fanned the flames, "If you are not afraid of being beaten, you can tell them that you made this road."

They were joking around here, and the two of them had already come to the front, so Ye Jue stopped chatting, squinting his eyes, and probably saw their faces clearly.That

The dwarf glanced at Ye Zhu, and said cheerfully, "New here? You must not understand the rules here."

People under the eaves had to bow their heads, Ye Zhuo raised his hand as a junior salute, and also pretended to be gentle and kind-hearted and harmless to humans and animals. "The junior is a newcomer, I wonder what the rules of the senior are?"

Uncle Tao took a step forward, and he smiled even more kindly, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he really made the robbery scene look like Maitreya Buddha preaching. "Don't panic, little friend. I won't make it difficult for you. If you hand in more than a dozen high-quality spirit stones to enshrine, we will make money in harmony and make it as perfect as possible."

Cultivators cannot practice without spirit energy, and there is a shortage of spirit energy in the White Prison. If they want to practice, they have to rob the spirit stones from outside.

Since Xianjun broke into the Xianmen, he has been a disciple of the famous sect all the way.Regardless of his luck, he belongs to the kind who can step into the cave of the seniors to pick up treasures for nothing when he is drunk. He put down his hand with a serious expression, and sighed, "Forgive me, senior, it really is gone."

The two demons didn't force him, they looked at each other and said with a smile, "Then you don't want to go by."

The place where they stood was the uppermost floor of the White Prison, and above it was the seal on the top of the tower. If they didn't go down, there would be only a palm-sized piece of ground under their feet, and it seemed a bit cramped to sit or stand.

Ye Zhuo sighed, and said, "Then if I don't walk, then I don't have to pay?"

The two were taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Naturally."

Although Wenmang Tower has a full 27 floors, there is only one road, which is paved with bluestone steps, spiraling downward from the top, leading to each floor.The steps are close to a perfect circle, without railings, and a hollow shaft is surrounded in the middle.

Ye Zhuo was currently on the top floor, and he could still see a ray of sunlight coming through the seal, but when he looked down the well, it was pitch black, like the abyss of hell.However, if you don't pass this way, you can only jump off the well.But the tower is thousands of feet high, and there is a formation in the tower to suppress the cultivation base. Even if the cultivation base is high, there is no way to survive.

No one would ever choose to.

Ye Zhuo gave a wry smile, straightened his back suddenly, and then said righteously, "As the saying goes, riches and honor cannot be promiscuous, and power cannot be subdued. To tell the truth from the two seniors, the younger generation regards wealth as life. If you want my Lingshi to kill me, I will be If I die, I will be buried with Lingshi with me!"

The woman suddenly felt bad, stepped forward and pulled.However, Ye Zhuo moved extremely quickly. In a flash, he turned over the steps and fell from the side.I saw his figure getting smaller and smaller, turning into a small dot at the end of his sight, and finally merged into the boundless darkness.

Uncle Tao Taoniang looked at each other.

Tao Niang said, "If you don't give it, you won't give it. If he jumps down, he will definitely fall to his death. Even if he can't fall to his death, how can the person below be easy to provoke?"

Uncle Tao came to the conclusion, "It's really pitiful to be mentally ill at such a young age."

"Are you sick, Xianjun?" Wen Mang chased him down, and said disgustedly, "The spirit stone can't be broken. They'll just come down and pick it up. How can I bury it for you?"

The space in the tower was boring, and everything seemed to echo. Wen Mang's "Are you sick?" echoed in Xianjun's mind for a long time, and the lingering sound lingered in mourning for a long time.

Ye Zhuo smashed the can, "Anyway, I can't die."

He was really too lazy to open his mouth, the air in the tower was so cold, he had to pour cold wind into his mouth as soon as he spoke, and the short two words made him look like a bulging frog.

To say that in the White Prison, even if he has no cultivation, Ye Zhu really has never been afraid of anyone.

After all, Wen Mangta is his weapon spirit, and Ye Zhuo is equivalent to the creator of the world in the tower. The tower wall will automatically change to prevent him from being hurt, and he cannot fall to his death at all.However, the speed of the fall was too fast, and Ye Zhuo's eyes hurt from the wind, so he simply turned over gracefully in the air, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Wen Mang slammed his mouth again, "Why don't you give me money? The first two have very high cultivation bases. If you offend them, you won't be able to get along in the first ten floors."

Ye Zhuo barely opened his eyes, "You think I don't want to give it to you, touch it, no."

Now Ta Ling was really surprised, "You don't even have dozens of high-grade spirit stones?"

He sighed, "Oh my god! What have you become, Xianjun, for hundreds of years? You go to be a cauldron for others, and you can sell it for more than this price?"

No wonder Ta Ling was surprised. Immortal Chongning was really rich back then, but he owned a mine. Below Xiaquan Palace is an extremely long vein of spirit stone. It is no exaggeration to say that he slept on the mine every day. Not to mention, even if Ye Jue went down with a shovel to dig the soil every day, and knocked two shovels casually, he still couldn't be so depressed.

Ye Zhuo thought for a while, "It's not that miserable. I still have a little income. I'm poor in the immortal world, and I can barely count on the world. I bought small yards in Jiangchuan and Jingcheng."

Jiangchuan is the place where the three rivers meet, near Yishan Mountain, guarded by the Longboat Duyue Pavilion of the Cultivation of Immortals.The houses there may not be considered expensive, and it will cost a lot to buy a yard. "

However, even if the entire Jiangchuan City is sold, there is no way to buy a mountain in Xiaquan.

——It’s like the son of a local rich man who sold his gold mine and insisted on borrowing money to raise pigs, and exchange the pigs for a handful of copper coins. , the mine sells well, and the pigs are cute.

Wen Mang was silent for a moment, wanting to satirize him, "Wow, you are so good, the number one swordsman in the world can afford such an expensive yard in the world, you were not a blessing to cultivate immortals in the world, but you couldn't find it all over the place." Is it pleasing to the eye?"

However, he swallowed his saliva and pressed the words back into his throat. Wen Mang finally slowed down his voice, "Is it true that your cultivation will not come back?"

Ye Zhu raised his eyebrows, his face was a little stiff from the cold wind, his expression looked as if he had convulsions, but the corners of his mouth curled up were exactly the same as the high-spirited look back then.

He stretched his waist in the air, "There can be falsehoods, the heavens have punished me, besides kneeling and shouting out the decree of the Holy Spirit to thank you, and then kneeling three times and kneeling nine times, weeping with joy, brows brows and brows brimming with joy, there are other ways out." ?”

Ye Zhu always speaks casually. At this time, he dared to sarcasm the way of heaven upside down, but Wen Mang didn't dare to answer this, so he could only sigh a long time. From the first time he saw Ye Zhuo, he had been thinking Sighing, it seemed as if she had aged three thousand years in an instant, from a red-card goblin in her prime to an old procuress who cared about the little girl's first night in an instant.

"Then you have to be careful," Ta Ling said, "I don't know how you got in without cultivation, but if you are really a mortal, you should get out early. My current strength, even in Wenmanta, is enough to match him."

Ye Zhuao said, "I'm actually here to look for you. I didn't want to stay longer. What's wrong with the bottom floor? Isn't the bottom floor always used to imprison the most heinous people? Why do I hear the disciples above, it seems that they called Xiaquan The elder came in to guard?"

Wen Mang was shocked, "The elder? No, you have to..."

The old bustard tried his best to save the little girl from suffering, but before he could say the following words, his voice suddenly became quieter as if being choked.

Ye Zhuo tentatively asked, "Warm Mang?"

Wen Mang didn't answer him, but Ye Jue suddenly trembled, and a pair of slender and cold hands suddenly lay across his abdomen. The temperature in the tower was already cold enough, and this person's hands were even colder by three points, just like those under the cold spring. Han Yu, Ye Zhu shivered from the cold for a while, he subconsciously reached out to touch it, but his fingers suddenly touched a piece of slippery cold.

It's human hair.

This person's hair is just like his hands, smooth and soft but extremely cold, one can't help but wonder if this person's flesh and bones are as cold as the mighty white snow in Xiaquan Mountain, without any warmth.

Ye Zhuo's fingers slid through the hair, and touched the cold knuckles along the hair. Although it was easy to touch, he could feel the cold skin and slender bones of the person holding him.

He thought, "The one holding me must be a beautiful woman."

——How else can I say that Immortal Chongning has a big heart, at the moment when he is being hugged in his arms, he still has the mood to commit those foolish virtues.

After a few ups and downs, most of the momentum was removed, and it immediately landed firmly on the ground.As soon as Ye Zhuo's foot touched the ground, the owner of his hand immediately took two steps back, the hem of his clothes slid across Ye Zhuo's face, and a pine breath rushed towards his face. gone.

There is only a very faint light on the ground floor, Ye Zhuo is now severely night blind and can't see anyone.

He pretended to be grateful, smiled and cupped his hands in the darkness, "Thank you for saving my life, kind person. Can I ask the name of the kind person?"

The surrounding area is very quiet, there are few creatures in the tower, not even the chirping of insects can be heard.

Ye Zhuo fumbled for two steps, "Is this too far away?" He thought, "So elusive, could it be the elder mentioned by the little disciple?"

In fact, when Jian Qing mentioned that the elders were on guard just now, Ye Zhu felt something was wrong.The seal on the top of Wenmang Pagoda was made by him himself, and it is impossible to run out without the permission of Ta Ling, and there is no need for the so-called elders to sit in charge.

And looking at the appearance here, the environment at the bottom of the tower is more oppressive and damp than the upper floors. It doesn't look like a guard's residence, but more like a prisoner's house.Besides, the only way out of this tower is at the top. If you want to guard it, you can build a house on the top. Wouldn't it be more convenient and comfortable than the bottom?

Let the guard stay at the bottom of the tower, is there someone who will escape?

Ye Zhu thought, "Could it be that this elder himself is a very vicious and vicious person, but Xiaquan was concerned about issues such as reputation and didn't tell others, and only said to the outside world that he was guarding here?"

But such a treacherous and vicious person would hug a stranger by the waist when he fell, and immediately backed away without even reporting his name.It's like doing good deeds without leaving a name, and it is very worthy of rewarding two little red flowers.

Wen Mang was afraid of Wen Xing, but Ye Jue was not afraid of him, he was always good at seeing people, if this person wanted to kill him, then he didn't have to pick him up just now, so Wen Xing told him to stay away, Ye Jue just wanted to go up and have a look clear.

Wenmang Tower is full of people who are extremely sinful. Ye Zhu is somewhat interested in this "sinful and good man". He intends to test it, but Wen Xingren has disappeared, so he pretends to be groping in the dark, and then simply stumbles with his left foot and stumbles right. The foot was about to fall into the mud, and the man stretched out his hand to help him in a hurry.

This is really a big traitor who does good deeds without leaving a name.

As soon as Ye Zhu touched someone, he was afraid that he would run away again, so he grabbed his sleeve and didn't let go.

But this action was too deliberate, like a bully hitting a snake with a stick and molesting a good woman. To avoid being too obscene, Ye Jue could only pretend to be frightened, and sighed very artificially, "It's really dark here Yes, I am particularly afraid of the dark, thank you kind man."

Looking at it from a distance, Wen Mang felt that Xianjun had learned how to change faces in Sichuan opera in the past two years in the human world. A face can be seamlessly switched between Gujing Wubo and Xuanran Crying.

The man was stunned by him, but fortunately Xiaquan's clothes were of good quality, and the sleeves were not broken by him. He pressed Ye Jue's arm and said coldly, "Let go."

Ye Zhuo was calm and composed, but his voice was a bit sad, "This junior is new to this purgatory on earth, I am really too scared, please look at me pitifully, senior, please guide me a little bit."

The man's face turned cold, and he clasped his arm three points harder, and he was about to reprimand him. Ye Zhu hurriedly wiped the pulse gate on his finger, and the man held back his words abruptly, and stopped his movements suddenly. , asked sharply, "You don't have cultivation base?"

Ye Zhuo didn't seem to hear his unfriendly tone at all, he just lowered his head, looking sickly and pitiful, "No, no."

Ta Ling stood aside, the corners of his mouth twitching repeatedly.

Wen Xing frowned, looked at him for a long time, looked at his blank and innocent eyes, which didn't seem to be fake, finally turned around, and acquiesced in his pulling his sleeves.He paused for a moment, then turned around and ordered, "The tower is extremely damp, and you cannot survive without cultivation. Follow me first."

The inside of the tower is indeed damp, and the smell of the bottom floor is really bad, the musty smell is mixed with the smell of rotting corpses, which makes Ye Zhu want to ask Ta Ling to immediately block his five senses.At this time, he lost all his cultivation and couldn't see anything. Although his actions were generally as usual, he inevitably stumbled.And in this mess, only Wen Xing's scent of cedar was very clear.

Ye Zhuo never made things difficult for him, so he followed suit and spoke directly.

"Seniors are slower, juniors can't keep up."

——I was still an old man just now, and then changed in seconds, and now I am directly a junior. The thousands of years of Chongning Xianjun's face is really a thick-skinned city wall.

Wen Xing paused, his expression remained cold, but he slowed down as he said.