I looked at Xia Qingqing and said, "The secret of restraining the fox clan is hidden under this Qiuchi Broken Peak, which is the Changyang Mountain in myths and legends. ”

Xia Qingqing was shocked and said, "Are you talking about Changyang Mountain, where the bones are buried?"

Legend has it that Emperor Yan's general Xingtian, after Emperor Yan's defeat, held a bronze shield in his left hand and an axe in his right hand, rushed to the palace of the Yellow Emperor, and killed the Yellow Emperor from the palace to the outside of the palace, from the heavenly court to the mortal world, and killed directly to the side of Changyang Mountain.

The Yellow Emperor took advantage of Xingtian's defense, swung his sword and cut off Xingtian's head, the head that fell to the ground, and rolled down the slope to the foot of Changyang Mountain. Xingtian, who was beheaded, squatted down and wanted to retrieve his head, but he didn't know that his head was at the foot of Changyang Mountain where he was.

The Yellow Emperor was worried that Xingtian would recover his original body after finding the head and then fight with him, so he picked up the sword in his hand and slashed towards Changyang Mountain. With a loud bang, Changyang Mountain was split in half, and Xingtian's huge head rolled into the valley. Then the two halves of the mountain merged into one, and the head of Xingtian was buried in it.

Xingtian sensed the changes around him and knew that the Yellow Emperor had buried his head in the belly of the mountain, but he was not discouraged. He stood up, still with an axe in his right hand and a shield in his left, and swung wildly at the sky. Falling into the darkness, Xingtian was furious, with his eyes and navel as his mouth, and continued to fight with the Yellow Emperor.

Although Xingtian failed, his uncompromising spirit will always inspire future generations. Just as the great poet Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty said in his poem: "Xingtian Dance is dry, and fierce ambition is always there." ”

"Yes!" I nodded, "Qiuchi Broken Peak is the legendary Changyang Mountain. ”

Xia Qingqing was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Of course, it is the clue left by Wang Zhan's sentence 'Tiger Hidden Nine Peaks Howling Moon Cold'. "I didn't tell Xia Qingqing the truth, "Tiger Hidden Nine Peaks Howling Moon Cold" can actually only be regarded as an introduction, what really made me guess the secret of Qiu Chi's broken peak was the clues left in the "Vientiane Sutra".

Although my dad crossed out the record of the Qingqiu fox clan, he did not destroy the picture hidden on the last page of the "Red Face Chapter".

The painting depicts a craggy and steep, misty mountain wind, and a man standing on the side of the mountain next to it.

I always felt that the picture should imply the word "immortal", people and mountains are together, standing up to the sky and the earth, what is it if it is not an immortal? Later, I found the clues of the three-eyed clan, and I felt more and more that the secret of restraining the fox clan should be hidden in the hometown of Erlang God, Guanjiangkou.

It wasn't until Xia Qingqing told me that Wang Zhan deliberately left an incision before leaving, and I woke up from a dream. If you look at the incision and the picture together, replace the mountain peak with nine peaks, and add nine to the person, which is an enemy word.

The only place I can think of in the name of Qiu Chi Mountain is Qiu Chi Mountain.

I was afraid that Xia Qingqing would continue to ask and quietly changed the topic: "During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Di people who occupied Qiuchi also cut the skin of the eyebrows and inserted black stones as three-eyed, but the legends of ethnic minorities are not widely spread, so I didn't think of Qiuchi." ”

I sighed, "Actually, there's more to it than that. Regarding the prototype of Jiro God, there is another person. It is Yang Erlang, the second son of the lord of Qiu Chi. ”

"At that time, although I also thought of Yang Erlang, I felt that Erlang God was a Taoist deity, and I took the initiative to ignore Yang Erlang from an ethnic minority. ”

I said in a deep voice: "If we had set out from Qiu Chi Mountain in the first place, perhaps, there would not have been so many casualties. ”

Xia Qingqing shook his head and said: "It only took you a few days to find the key to restraining the fox clan, but our blood drops have taken two hundred years, and we haven't found the secret of the fox clan, you have done a good job." Where do we go from here?"

"Go to a windy place!" I turned my head to look in the direction of the canyon at the bottom of Qiuchi Mountain, although I was thousands of meters away, I could still hear the wind whistling in the canyon.

According to legend, after Xingtian's head was beheaded, he has been wielding a big axe near Changyang Mountain, day and night, so there is a place in Changyang Mountain where the wind does not stop.

The ending of this legend actually has a huge contradiction with Xingtian's severed head, that is, Xingtian takes his double * breasts as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, and gets up to fight again, why does he still wield an axe and shield in Liuchang Yang Mountain? Unless, he still can't see where the Yellow Emperor is, and always thinks that the other party is waiting for an opportunity near him, so he will continue to blindly wield the long axe.

I also know that now is not the time for me to study the flaws of mythology, I want the secrets hidden in the depths of Changyang Mountain.

As I approached the valley, the more terrified I became—the wind in the valley was strange.

The sound of the wind in the valley was neither flying rapidly nor circling and whistling, but sliding in a fixed trajectory in a straight line, sounding like the sound of someone swinging a weapon at different angles.

If it's just the rumor, I don't feel scared, and even if the wind is weird, there is a way to explain it. What really scares me is the murderous aura that rolls in with the wind.

Every time the wind sounds, I feel like a cold knife wind sweeping in front of my eyes, murderous and bloody, every time I take a step forward, I feel like I am getting closer to the knife wind, I don't know when, that fierce and peerless knife wind swept past my neck, splitting my head into the air.

I began to walk slower and slower, and the people behind me couldn't help but stop, and someone said in a trembling voice: "Tong...... Command...... I didn't dare go. I...... I can't hold it anymore. ”

There was a cry in the man's voice, but no one laughed at his timidity. Almost all of them were slowly moving forward with trembling legs, and more than half of them had to use weapons to support their bodies to stand on the ground.

Sometimes, fear doesn't have much to do with guts, even people who are not afraid of life and death can feel fear. Especially the fear that comes from the depths of the soul.

Xia Qingqing and I are a little better, but our faces are also pale, and we are looking forward and backward with every step.

Xia Qingqing couldn't help but say: "Wang Huan, we really can't go anymore, even if we barely reach the valley mouth like this, we will completely lose our combat power." That's no different from defeat. ”

I also know that what Xia Qingqing said is right, but if we don't move forward, how can we find the secret of Xingtian?

I gritted my teeth and said, "If you hold on a little longer, maybe there will be a turnaround." ”

Xia Qingqing turned around and said, "Hold on, it's really not good, you can help each other." ”

As soon as I turned around, I saw a blood-red eye emerge from the two mountain peaks, like the eyes of the blood moon rising in the sky, condescending and angry, and the endless fear was like ten thousand catties* bursting in my head, I shook twice in a row and barely stabilized my body, but the blood drops behind me fell to the ground like wheat blown by the wind, and no one dared to look directly at the bloody eyes in the air.

When I raised my head with my body bold, the bloody eyes in the sky were slowly closing, and I watched as the two eyelids gradually closed, and the fear that had pressed down on my heart was relaxed.

Just when I stood up straight with my hands on my heart, my bloody eyes had been closed, but they opened again in an instant, and the terrifying fear was like a giant axe falling from the sky and slashing into everyone's hearts.

I only felt that my heart was pounding, my psychological defense line collapsed, and my legs were about to kneel on the ground as soon as I became weak.

Just when my knees were about to touch the ground, half of my body was lifted up by life, and only one leg touched the rocks on the ground.

Summer light!

rushed from behind me, parried one of my arms with his body, and the person who forced me to hold me up was Xia Qingqing.

Xia Qingqing's face was extremely white: "You can't kneel! If your spine is broken, you can't stand up straight." You can't kneel even if you die!"

When I looked at Xia Qingqing in a daze, cold sweat flowed down my forehead!

Xia Qingqing is right!

A man can cut off his head, but he must not break his backbone, otherwise, he will not want to straighten his waist in his life.

"Thank you!" I gently pushed away Xia Qingqing's arm to look at the bloody eyes in the air again, and moved my legs step by step towards the valley.

I had just taken a few steps when I heard someone behind me exclaiming, "Someone is scared to death!"

"Shut up!" Xia Qingqing was obviously scolding the other party, but there was tremor in his voice.

My head, which was already raised, turned behind me almost uncontrollably, and the first thing I saw was a corpse with a distorted face and eyes protruding from its sockets, and the other party was still desperately clenching his chest until the moment he took his last breath, as if he had pressed his hand into the cavity and covered his heart that was about to burst.

As soon as my eyes fell on the corpse, I could no longer pull it out - there was only one thought in my mind, that the dead body was what would happen to me, that I might have a way to survive when I turned around and escaped, and that if I took a step further, I would have to be scared to death like the corpse.

I wanted to talk to Xia Qingqing, but after my lips shook twice in a row, I didn't say a word.

Xia Qingqing, whose face was pale, squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Purpose!"

It was the only thing she could say.

I know what she means.

She was asking me, what was the purpose of coming all the way to Qiu Chi Mountain?

Do you kneel on the ground and shiver, or do you run away!

No, I'm here to save myself and save people.

If I don't break through the peak, I can only wait to go to Ye Xun to fight to the death, either he dies under my knife, or after I am killed by him, he will chase me down the Yellow Spring again!

I'm afraid of that eye, but I'm even more afraid of killing my friends with my own hands and burying my relatives.

"Thank you!" I turned my head abruptly, stared straight at the sky, and strode forward.

It's a big deal, it's just that the flesh and blood are flying under the wind in the valley, what else can it do?

It's better than letting me go under the knife to Ye Xun's head, right?

I'm moving forward, and the fear of the bloody eyes is still crushing me like a mountain.

I relaxed in that moment.