The scenery on the mountain is still a little different from the scenery below.

The scenery under the mountain lies in the near and small, and the scenery on the mountain lies in the distance and in the big.

Looking at the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, you can see the bottom of your heart, how beautiful!

Winter falls on a boulder that stretches far from the cliff, and his clothes are full of traces of spring dew. It can be seen that he has been here for a while.

The sky in the distance was still dark, except for the mountain wind blowing like pine waves.

Faced with such a lonely and empty environment, some people will think a lot, while others will not think about anything.

Dongluo is the kind of person who doesn't think about anything, just sits on the boulder in a daze, sticks his feet out of the cliff, and sways softly.

In the distance, in the east, the black gradually turned to ink, and above the ink was a layer of light blue, and a bright moon hung high like this.

Between the ink and the blue is a long line, stretching far and wide, separating the heavens and the earth.

After a while, the light blue gradually turned into a dark blue, and a little fiery red light gradually expanded and extended at the junction of the ink blue, and finally completely occupied a large area of the sky.

Under the inky sky, a small disc as red as an egg yolk moved upwards little by little, and then the whole sky was soaked in golden brilliance.

The mountains and forests in the distance are also golden, and even a big river in the distance is no exception, which is also golden.

The whole process is not long, but it is not short, but it is just a few mountain winds blowing, but a little green dew is dry.

The sun rises in the east, and its path is bright. The river flows out of the subterranean flow and discharges the ocean.

The sun came out, and it seemed like a new day had begun.

Winter fell in the golden morning light and got up and walked towards the top of the mountain behind him.

Dongluo had been hiking the mountain last night, stopping occasionally along the way to rest and rest, or to take advantage of the extraordinarily bright moonlight to pick something eye-catching from both sides of the mountain path.

This gave him a lot of gains, a small bamboo cage, and a fishing rod, these things don't need to look at it, you know that it is already very old.

The bamboo cage and fishing rod should be both entry-level spiritual weapons, and even under such a long time dimension, they still maintain a little spiritual light.

You must know that in this secret territory of Longmen, it is a forbidden place of Taoism, and there is no spiritual energy, even some lower-level spiritual weapons have already collapsed, and the spirituality is completely gone, but this pair of fishing rods and bamboo cages can still maintain spirituality, and it seems that even if it is in the advanced spiritual weapons, it is relatively high.

In addition to bamboo cages and fishing rods, there are also some spiritual artifacts along the way, but most of them are scattered, no different from broken copper and iron, he is here to hunt for treasures, is to find opportunities, and not to collect broken copper and iron, so he selectively skips these things.

As for whether there is anything good in the broken iron? But when it comes to chance, it's only yours that you catch it.

In this regard, Dongluo is very open-minded, and if you miss it, you will miss it.

It's just climbing all the way up the mountain, even in the sun, and in the moonlight.

Just as he said to the old Taoist at the end of the dragon road, because the mountain is there.

Dongluo stood on the top of the hill and looked at several buildings in front of him, some doors were open, some doors were closed, and Dongluo wanted to search from there first.

But before he could move his steps, a little old man in white clothes fluttered on a mountain trail not far away.

Dongluo stopped, looked at the visitor with slightly squinted eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

The person who came seemed to be a little surprised, and after carefully looking at Dongluo a few times, he was a little relieved, "Boy, you are walking very fast!"

Dongluo's heart was full of vigilance, but he still said with a smile: "If it weren't for the old gentleman who broke the formation at the foot of the mountain, I must have been wandering at the door of the house at the foot of the mountain at the moment!"

The person who came was the little old man who stepped on the formation under the mountain like smashing a piece of fine porcelain outside the corridor at the foot of the mountain.

The little old man didn't seem to be curious at all about Dongluo knowing that he had broken the formation of this relic with one foot.

Someone is doing it, and someone is definitely watching.

If you don't want people to know, you can't do it unless you do.

He still understands these truths, as for why he was not found at that time, in the eyes of the little old man, this is normal.

The reason why loose cultivation is also called mountain and wild cultivation is nothing more than because he is in the mountains and rivers.

There are thousands of ways in the world, and there are always people who have mastered some strange techniques that conceal their figures.

Hardly surprising.

The little old man stroked his beard and said: "I didn't want to destroy the formation here, but someone took away what should have belonged to me, and I didn't bother to look for him, and I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get in, so I accidentally trampled on the formation here, and I was here, waiting for him to come to me." ”

The little old man stared at Dongluo and said word by word: "You say, did you take my things!"

Dongluo suddenly felt a little in a trance, as if he had returned to the feeling he had when he was three years old, lying on the back of the big black, followed by a group of hungry wolves.

He felt that the little old man was glaring at him, as if it were no different from the wolves that chose to eat people.

Fierce, cruel, like falling into an ice cave.

The eagle stands like sleep, the tiger walks like a disease, and now the little old man in front of Dongluo feels like a tiger out of the forest and a dragon crossing the river.

If you don't move, you will die.

It was a hundred times more dangerous than the last time when the Snow Clan faced Chen Batian.

Even if he felt a fatal crisis, Dongluo still stubbornly hugged his fists and said: "The old gentleman said that he laughed, the things that can enter the eyes of such a master as the old gentleman must be the kind of peerless things that are rare in the world, how can I be qualified to touch ordinary people?"

Dongluo searched his stomach and tried his best to choose some good words to say, anyway, good words don't cost money, but sometimes they can save lives.

Don't say it, don't say it.

The little old man seemed to be very satisfied with Dongluo's words, especially when he heard the four words of the master's eyes, his eyes were still bright, and it seemed that these words spoke to his heart.

Although Dongluo lowered his head slightly, Yanqing had been watching the little old man's expression change, and after seeing the little old man's reaction, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the sycophants are getting it right.

Just get it right.

The little old man retracted his gaze and didn't look at Dongluo, as if he felt that looking at him more was equivalent to admitting that his Dongluo was a rare peerless object in the world.

The little old man did not suspect that the spirit of the eight big characters on the archway at the entrance of the ruins was copied by the young man in front of him, but he quickly gave up this unrealistic idea.

Not to mention how high the calligraphy attainment is required to leave the spirit of an inscription stone carved with an iron hook and silver painting by copying alone. Even if the young man in front of him really has this level of attainment, it can't be him.

The real calligraphers who are not iron-clad and empty-eyed, they are freehand at the young man who just gestured freely, and he has nothing to do with the pride of calligraphy.

Of course, the most important thing is that the little old man has carefully looked at Dongluo's hand, just as the scenery on the mountain is different from the scenery under the mountain, the hand holding the pen and the hand holding the knife are also different.

How vicious the little old man's eyes were, maybe only he himself, or those who have really seen it, know. He naturally saw at a glance the deep calluses in the tiger's mouth in winter.

In his opinion, such a hand can only hold a knife, but not a pen.

He saw through the age of Dongluo at a glance, calligraphy, the most talented, but also pay attention to a diligent cultivation, even if the young man in front of him is highly talented in calligraphy, from the mother's womb began to practice calligraphy, to this day, there will not be such a high calligraphy attainment.

The little old man directly ruled out Dongluo, so he didn't even bother to ask him again.

I have to say that sometimes things are very strange, and what you think is the most unlikely is actually the most likely in many cases.

Dongluo let out a sigh of relief, with that menacing old gentleman in front of him, he didn't have to think about going in through that door to search first.

Because he didn't dare to go to that door.

With his current strength in the Bone Forging Realm, in front of this old gentleman, he may not be able to resist his punch.

He could only silently think about what the old gentleman was talking about.

First of all, Dongluo ruled out the fishing rods, bamboo cages, and two cans of chess pieces that were picked up on the mountain road, as for the green tiles and green bricks that were not worth mentioning on the corridor, presumably this little old man couldn't look down on them, it shouldn't be these things. And these things were only obtained by following him into the ruins.

After throwing these away, Dongluo could only think of the different colored hedrons he had examined in the secret realm. But this was quickly ruled out by him.

This kind of spar in this secret realm, not to say the least 10,000, but also 8,000! With the ability of the little old man, he should not be able to take a fancy to these things.

As for the words that came under the archway at the ruins, he didn't even think about it.

It seemed that there was really nothing that the little old man wanted, so Dongluo had to think about it silently on the side.

At the end of the dragon road, the old Taoist once asked him to read more Tao Te Ching, think more about what is fighting, and what is not fighting?

During this period of time, I have been patronizing how to resist the pressure of the Dragon Gate Secret Territory, and I don't have time to think about this problem.

It just so happened that taking this opportunity, Dongluo thought silently on the side.

It's just that I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still can't figure it out.

The little old man looked at the young man who seemed to be frightened by himself, and he was almost stunned, so he was a little reluctant, "Little guy, don't stand here and pollute the old man's eyes, and then enter Debao Mountain, go and find your chance." Otherwise, someone will come later, and the opportunity that should belong to you will be snatched away, and the old man is not responsible for helping you get it back!"

Dongluo sighed and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

He really didn't want to stay here, this little old man was too fierce, and he almost scared him to death with just one look.

Dongluo didn't bother to search from there, so he directly picked the nearest door and rushed in.

The little old man looked at the young man with a strange expression, could it be that he released a little too much qi just now?

Dongluo slipped into a room, closed the door, leaned against the closed door, patted his chest gently, and let out a big gulp.

The realm of that little old man was absolutely unimaginably high, and just one look overwhelmed him. He hadn't seen such a look a few times, once from the wolves when he was three years old, and once from Chen Batian.

Dongluo began to scan the room in front of him, and there was a portrait hanging in the center, the portrait was a thin old man, wearing an ink-colored robe, and a long sword that was not very wide hanging from his waist, if it looked at it from the outside, it was similar to the statue that Dongluo had set up in the square outside the mountain gate.

On both sides of the portrait, there is a couplet: a forest of banana rain divides the green window, and the book lamps on all sides reflect the water red.

There is a small incense burner under the portrait, and there is no incense in the furnace, only a little bit of the remaining furnace remains.

Dongluo took three sticks of incense from the mustard seeds, lit them with a fire fold, and gently inserted them into the incense burner.

Seeing the mountain and worshipping the gods, meeting the temple and worshipping the Buddha, these truths are more or less understood by ordinary people in the Shenzhou Continent.

Winterfall is no exception.

Even after entering the mountain gate of someone else's house, it is always right to burn a stick of incense first.

The incense is exhausted, which means that there is also a little incense with the owner here.

If the incense is extinguished, there are some things that should be taken or still have to be taken, but when you take them, you have to sit down and be prepared to be approached by someone.

The cigarette curls and burns out quickly.

Dongluo began to look for it in the room, the room is not big, there is a row of bookshelves on the left, there are not many books on the shelves, most of them are beautifully packaged rare books, Dongluo did not say a word and put them into the mustard seeds, but brought them back to Zhang Baigui, Xue Nianci, Xue Yuxin.

There is a row of texts on the right side of the room, and Dongluo naturally doesn't let go of one, and even the shelves are put away and taken away.

Bypassing the hall and entering the inner room, the interior of the room is several times larger, and there is still a portrait in the center, but there is no couplet on either side.

Beneath the portrait is a table with a red lacquered wooden box on it. He didn't know what was in the box.

Just as Dongluo was about to go over to fetch the wooden box, a strong wind blew, and there was a hidden groove under the portrait in the center, and a row of sharp arrows flew in.

Dongluo hurriedly avoided it, but just turned his head slightly, and another strong wind hit. On the beams and pillars on both sides, on the roofs, on the ground and underground, on all sides, arrows struck.

The arrows went straight to the winter fall.

Dongluo secretly screamed badly, as if he had fallen into a trap.

Dongluo, who has nowhere to hide, can only operate the tiny internal qi in the body according to what is said in the Yijin Sutra, bypassing those meridians and blood vessels frozen by the extreme ice, and diffusing in the limbs and hundreds of remains, and can only be resisted with the body.

Dongluo held his head in his hands, and his body was flexible like a hedgehog wrapped into a ball, protecting his head.

The sound of the arrow passing through the cyan cotton shirt was low and slight, but the sound of the tip of the arrow touching the fiery red chain mail was high and loud.

The sound of gold and stone colliding came, as rapid as a shower hitting a plantain, as tight as a war drum.

The rain of arrows is over, and Dongluo seems to have really become a hedgehog, with spurs on his body.

Dongluo stretched his body carefully, fortunately, the feather arrows here are not very powerful under the effect of time, but fortunately, after the fire red armor fused with the iron chains in the karez, the defense has been greatly improved.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Dongluo, still falling into ice, and the chill was deep.

At this time, Dongluo is like a person who is wrapped in a cotton shirt and is beaten by a giant fist, although he did not punch the flesh, but the damage is not a lot, but the external injury is replaced by an internal injury.

Winter falls and does not dare to move forward, nor does it dare to retreat.

No one knows if there are any more mechanisms here, if there is another wave of arrow rain, even if there are no skin injuries, just the layers of internal injuries are probably enough for him.

Dongluo once again relied on the principle of lying down wherever he fell, so he lay on the ground, his eyes rolling drippingly.

Plan before you act.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Dongluo lay on the ground and looked at the room again and again in a low profile.

The doors and windows are engraved with hollow patterns, and the decoration is simple and elegant, which is not much different from the front house.

It's just that there are now some small dark holes between the beams and columns, cold and silent against the air.

Dongluo glanced down and found that there were already some traces of potholes on the chain mail under the green shirt, which were caused by the rain of arrows just now.

The chain mail is even praised by fierce people such as Chen Batian and Zhou Tianzi, but I didn't expect to be deflated here, which shows how turbulent and fierce that wave of sword rain is.

At this time, he couldn't care about the distressed chain mail, and his life was important.

He just moved out slowly like a maggot, but luckily he didn't go too far into the house. It inexplicably touched the mechanism.,A wave of special care by the rain of arrows.,If you go into the depths of the room and suffer from the attack of the rain of arrows.,It's really a dilemma now.。

Dongluo returned to the house where he burned incense before, and bowed to the person who painted it, and there were words in his mouth, mostly some strayed into the treasure land, disturbing places, don't blame, what to pray for, what else as long as he protects him to make a fortune this time, next time he will definitely burn a few more incense sticks for the person who paints the portrait.

Hearing the itching of the teeth of a transparent figure behind him, he wanted to raise his foot and kick him down the mountain several times, but put it down several times.

After saying this, Dongluo no longer looked at the house with the wooden box, but directly exited the room, not even thinking of stopping and taking a detour.

Things are good, but they also have to have a life to take them, and they are good if they can hold them.

Although Dongluo is here to seek chance to create this time, everything is based on the premise of living. If it was said that if he wanted to get this opportunity, it might cost him his life, then he would not hesitate to choose to give up.

What others think, he doesn't know. There is no right to judge. At least in his opinion, being alive is the most important thing.

Do you want to move forward with the chance?

Absolutely.

There is a chance that you will die, do you want to?

Think about it, grit your teeth, be ruthless, and you will be there.

But I'm going to die, do I want to?

Don't, whoever loves wants it.

This is the truest thought in Dongluo's heart, and it is also the most simple value.

However, there are many people in this Shenzhou Continent who are greedy and not enough to swallow elephants, and they always want to take good things on themselves, no matter whether they can hold it or not, whether they can take it or not, as long as it is a good thing, they want it, they want to take it.

Every time the secret realm is opened, there will be many people who die inexplicably like this, of course, there must be some people who make a lot of money because of it, but this kind of people are in the minority, and very few.

He Dongluo never thought he was such a person. At least on the luck side, except for meeting Chen Baxian, it seems that he has never had any good luck at all.

What's more, luck is a matter of luck, if you can have a little left, you can have a little left, and you may be gone when you say no.

What's more, there are a lot of houses here, so there is no need to fight with an object in one place, according to Dongluo's understanding, you don't have to think about anything that can be protected by the agency, it must be a good thing.

But if you can't get good things, you can only get some slightly inferior things. If the quality is insufficient, then win by quantity.

Dongluo closed the door and found that the little old man was still standing outside the door, and after bowing from afar, he rushed into another room.

The little old man's expression was a little strange, but also a little appreciative.

He naturally saw the process of taking treasure before winter fall, it was just a personal opportunity, and with his height, it was naturally impossible for him to snatch food from an ant.

What's more, his interest is not in this either.

The little old man nodded at Dongluo's departing figure.

It's a good thing to save your life.

It is even better to cherish your own life.

Dongluo carefully scraped all the houses here, but wherever he thought there was danger, after he tried it, he found that with his current ability, he couldn't get those things at all, which meant that it shouldn't be his chance, so he decisively chose to give up.

It was only when he exited the house for the last time that he found a few more people outside the door.

A little fat man, and a few teenagers and girls in ink-colored clothes.

Of course, there are also Ye Yingshui and others who almost fought with him in Lane 15 of Kun District.

Dongluo squinted at Qingqing, and the few people outside the house also squinted.

The two people were separated by a small courtyard, and several green bricks looked at each other.

It's just that when he felt Ye Yingshui's eyes of choosing people to eat.

He instantly clenched the Pu knife in his hand.

The tip of the left foot turns slightly, and it bounces straight away.

The distance of more than 20 meters jumped over.