The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

These mortals under the protection of Jianzong come from the same village and know each other.

Everyone noticed the addition of such a slow-moving and slow-minded veteran in the team.

The old Taoist's attire looks like a Taoist, but he doesn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, and his climbing speed is even slower than them. The villagers regard him as a wandering Taoist priest.

The creatures in the four realms believe in the shrine, and of course some people believe in other ways.

He was a person who could not practice spiritually. In this short life, he was looking for a boat to cross the sea of ​​suffering. The villagers accepted him easily.

Climbing on the mountain road required a lot of physical strength, and they stopped to rest a few times, but this time the villagers called the old road who was slowly following up from behind to stop and rest together, but he didn't respond.

The villagers who had plenty of grain and water gave him some food to keep him warm from the cold, but the old man's eyes just fell dully on the multigrain cake, and then he didn't pick it up and continued to walk up.

Then everyone speculated that he was probably an ascetic.

It was dark now, the road was difficult to walk, and the wind was strong on the mountain. Everyone found a leeward place to stop and set up camp, and prepared to wait until dawn tomorrow before continuing to climb.

Seeing that the old man was still going forward alone, the young man who led the way in the village finally got up and stopped him: "Old man, it's hard to walk at night, let's take a rest with us tonight, and then start again at dawn tomorrow." .”

The old man's dull eyes fell on the young man's generous and powerful palm.

This village lives on hunting, and the young offspring are all the best hunters. He is wearing a leather jacket sewn from the fur of prey, with bulging muscles underneath, and a tanned face with a simple and natural sincerity.

As if moved by the kindness in his eyes, and as if he had climbed with them for a day and established some kind of friendly connection with them, the old Taoist who had been motionless before turned around and walked towards him this time.

The best hunter in the village smiled.

He stepped forward to help the old Taoist, and felt that the arm he was holding was as thin as dry wood.

The old Taoist's body wrapped in the tattered Taoist robe was so light that it seemed to be weightless.

Several fires lit up on the flat lee side of the trail.

The old Taoist sat in front of one of the fires, wearing a leather jacket that the villagers made out, and had an extra piece of dry food in his hand.

The old and the young gathered together, talking and laughing happily.

There are still two days before the grand ceremony, they are not in a hurry, and even if they are old and weak and cannot climb to the top, they can just pay respects outside.

The cold wind whistling in the mountains at night seemed to be the accompaniment for these mortals during their pilgrimage, without being violent or scary.

An old man who seemed to be the same age as him was sitting next to the old Taoist, and he asked the old Taoist who hadn't spoken a word and looked dull and confused: "Our whole village went to Kunlun to thank Jianzong for his care, and we also have a chance to see it. What is the old gentleman doing to see this grand event?"

The bonfire made a crackling sound, and the old man held the untouched dry food in his hand. He heard the voice of the old man next to him, and his eyes were once again faintly dazed. His untidy gray hair was blown in the wind Dance loosely overhead.

He opened his mouth, and his voice was extremely jerky as if he hadn't spoken for decades: "I don't know."

Unlike these fellow villagers, he didn't know what he was going to do or what he was praying for. He only had one obsession in his heart that drove him to Kunlun.

"What did Dad say to the old man?"

The young man who had stopped the veteran came back to the fire with a bowl of steaming broth in his hand.

Seeing the dazed and tangled expression on the old man's face, he guessed that his father had said something to this old man who was a little unconscious, so he just sat down and handed him the bowl of hot soup in his hand.

As the aroma wafted over, the old man lowered his eyes and looked at the bowl in front of him.

The strong and honest hunter passed the bowl in his direction again, and said, "Drink the broth to warm up your body." Otherwise, he hadn't eaten or drank water all day, and eating just that piece of cake would be a waste of time. Can't stand it.

The old man looked at the bowl of fragrant broth, as if he hadn't seen such hot food in decades, and finally reached out to pick it up after a while.When the young hunter touched his hand when he was handing the bowl, he instantly felt as if he had touched a piece of extremely cold ice—colder than the perennial snow on the Kunlun Mountains, and there was a sense of vitality that made him so exuberant Young and middle-aged people will tremble coldly.

He was startled, how could the hands of a living person be so cold?

"Thank you." Before he could figure it out, the old Taoist who hadn't spoken before had already apologized jerkyly to him, and then held the bowl of broth, as if he had come to life.

Although the bewilderment on his face did not completely dissipate, the light in his eyes brightened a bit.

Orion father and son heard him say, "I don't know what I'm going to do in Kunlun, but as long as I go there, I will know."

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Kunlun, Yulou No. [-].

It was dark at night, but only a few of these jade-like small buildings were lit.

The Kunlun scripture hall is not closed, and the disciples of various sects who rarely have the opportunity to enter it stay there, there is no time limit, and basically they will not come out.

Anyway, he is a monk, so there is nothing wrong with not closing his eyes and not eating for a few days and nights.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect who had been beaten by Chu Yiyang during the day also thought so. Only the central room on the third floor was lit in the northernmost part of the Twelve House of Yulou.

The room was brightly lit, and the person who had obtained the special permission to bring the annotated version of "Yuan Gongfu Miscellaneous Notes" out of the scripture hall was sitting behind the lamp, with long black hair like crow feathers hanging behind him, and beside him was a beautiful maid with red sleeves.

He looked intently at the book in his hand, and the five golden bell hairpins on his right ear reflected dazzling light under the lamplight.

The annotated version in Kunlun's collection really has its own merits—the annotations were actually added to Yuan Gong's original notes!No wonder there is only such a copy in the Buddhist scriptures hall.

If it wasn't for Beitang Hanye, Chu Yiyang really didn't think he could borrow this book from the miscellaneous section.

Yuan Gongfu is a person who lived in this world thousands of years ago. When he wrote, he used more ancient style of writing than now. Chu Yiyang read the original editions circulating in the market before, and found it really difficult to understand.

And this senior who later walked the route that Yuan Gong walked again has a very different temperament from the elegant Yuan Gong. Even those who don't see him can only read his comments. Also completely off the page.

For example, Duke Yuan recorded on a certain day that there was a big mountain at the junction of the southern border and the western border, and he commented: "There is no such thing as a big mountain, it's just a fucking earth bag."

For another example, on a certain day, Yuan Gong traveled to an inland lake in the west, and recorded that the sandy shore stretched for several miles, the sand was dense, and the color was as pink as falling flowers. He commented on the side: "Red brown iron rust, ugly, and it hurts your feet when you walk!"

In Chu Yiyang's original world, wouldn't it be that Yuan Gong explored Internet celebrity attractions and posted praises, while Da Neng, who followed the trend, felt cheated, and just commented below-what the fuck!

Because of his commentary in vernacular, Chu Yiyang regained the joy of being able to communicate with each other across time and space, having the chapters when reading books, and having bullet screens when chasing episodes.

Seeing the young master reading this book and chuckling from time to time under the lamp, Chu Yiyang's four personal maids were rarely curious, wanting to know what kind of book it was that could make him feel so good.

But harvesting happiness belongs to harvesting happiness, and Chu Yiyang did not forget his purpose.

He skipped the annotated version in his hand that he had read before, turned to the back, and was refreshed when he saw a line of words.

The young man in red was reading under the lamp, and his slender figure was reflected in the window.

Yuan Gongfu went to the Netherworld and came back alive, but he didn't fear the unknown like ordinary people, but wanted to go to the Netherworld again.

The first half of this miscellaneous diary records the places he walked and what he saw and heard in the Nether world, and the second half is where he traveled all over the world in his lifetime, looking for all the places that have a connection with the Nether world, trying to find the entrance again.

What caught Chu Yiyang's attention was the record of a village.

This village is said to be the closest place in the world to the nether world. When he saw the title, he had expectations, but he didn't know what this statement was until he turned to the back.

This is a village located in the east, and the east is where Xu Wang came from.

According to legend, Penglai in the east is surrounded by dark water, and it is said that it is connected to the nether world. If a feather falls on it, it will sink.

Therefore, for so many years, except for Penglai, which is said to be full of practitioners on the island, and the three ghost sects that are inextricably related to the Netherworld, no other creatures have come out of the Eastern Realm.

This mortal village is only by the sea, so it is close to the netherworld.

When Duke Yuan came here, he also recorded the local food and commented: "It has a unique flavor."

Chu Yiyang moved his eyes to the side, and he saw the familiar handwriting, and Da Neng criticized: "Yes, make it for ghosts to eat."

Going all the way through the back, these are all related to the legendary Netherland, but they have failed Yuan Gong every time.

In Chu Yiyang's view, Yuan Gongfu is like the Wuling native who strayed into Taohuayuan. As the world's most colorful gourmet and adventurer, he wanted to return to the Taoyuan in his heart, but he couldn't enter it all his life. .

He spent his whole life looking for the entrance to the Netherworld, and all he left behind was this sentence: "There are seven passages leading to the Netherworld according to legend, which can only be entered when they are opened. I was lucky enough to enter once, but I couldn't find the original way." , I don’t know where the rest of the passage is.”

Chu Yiyang looked at this sentence that was no longer polite, and the loneliness of Yuan Gong when he wrote this sentence in his later years appeared in front of his eyes, thinking: "He wants to enter the Netherworld again in this life, and this wish has finally come true after his death. .”

After all, Yuan Gong's cultivation stopped at Yuan Ying, just like Chu Yiyang now.

And the second half of this page is Da Neng's comment. He wrote in flying handwriting: "There are seven yin and yang flip-eyed eyes in the world, and everyone who knows it will cover it tightly. Take this secret or go to the shrine. , or descended into the netherworld, no one knows the exact location in the world.

"Two of them I know of have been completely destroyed—or in other words, completely out of control. The remaining five, in my opinion, are probably in some abnormal secret place, or like Kunlun, Yaochi, Daleiyin Temple, Penglai This top-level sect forbidden area."

Chu Yiyang looked at his speculation, thinking that there is one under the Qingye Mountain City, if the seven passages are still there, maybe there is another one here in Kunlun.

"But now there are only five left, which must be evenly distributed according to the four realms, and there is one in the middle." The system heard him speculate, "There is a road leading to the sky in the shrine, and there is a road leading to the nether world." The channel is not surprising."

That eye is the most unlikely place to be opened, after all, if it is opened there, the world will change.

As for the little cauldron under Qingye Mountain City that inexplicably landed on him, it was not mentioned in "Yuan Gongfu Miscellaneous Notes", nor was it mentioned in "Heavenly Magic Treasure", which is also normal.

After all, with the power and rarity of heaven-level magic weapons, once the world knows of their existence, they will definitely take risks and steal them.

Chu Yiyang closed the book, and realized that he had sat here and read it all night without knowing it, and the stars were already dawning outside.

This annotated edition of "Miscellaneous Notes of Yuan Gongfu" is interesting, but it must be returned after all.After thinking for a while, he took out his popular edition of Miscellaneous Notes, and transferred the powerful commentary to it with his divine sense.

The system is puzzled: "What is this for?"

Chu Yiyang said: "If you want to know the origin of this small cauldron and the secrets behind this world, you have to go and see it by yourself later." In this way, new information will be added next to the comments, which can be regarded as a relationship with these two seniors. communicated across time and space.

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The author has something to say:

There is nothing to talk about, this chapter is mainly about the world view.

Lao Dao is the key person for us to enter the next stage of copywriting - let them meet in their dreams!

People in this world go to hell after death, there is no reincarnation.

So everyone has never seen a ghost.

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