Outside Fanjia Village, there is a mountain, the mountain is nameless, because the mountain peak is towering into the clouds, there is a strange scene of flowers blooming on the top of the mountain, in the early years, some villagers said that when they went up the mountain to collect medicine, they met an old man with a crane hair and a childish face sitting on the boulder on the top of the mountain and singing, until the villagers walked in, the old man disappeared again, suspected to be an immortal in the mountain. As a result, this mountain has the title of fairy mountain.

Luo Wencheng has been a little busy recently, and Li Laosan has also willingly taken over the burden of collecting medicine, leaving early and returning late every day, and sometimes going out before dawn. In the past month, he has already touched all the mountains and forests within a radius of dozens of miles, but this fairy mountain has only come up in the past few days. Hearing an old man in the next village say that there were immortals and aura on this mountain, he resolutely went up the mountain, wanting to try his luck to see if he could pick up some rare medicines, so that Lao Liu Tou could regulate his body and slow down his condition.

To tell the truth, Li Laosan didn't have too much feeling about birth, old age, sickness and death, but for some reason, seeing Lao Liu's condition becoming more and more serious, he actually had a feeling of impatience, one was because he saved his son, but not all, as for the other feeling stuck in his heart, he couldn't say it himself.

At this time, he was squatting under the boulder where the legend had been infested by the gods, smoking a cigarette. After searching on this barren mountain for a long time, he was already sweating, sleepy and tired.

"Grandpa Fairy, if you are really here, come out and show me the way! The way forward, how should I go? Where to go!" Li Laosan smoked a cigarette and sighed with emotion, of course, no one could respond to him.

"Hey, forget it!" Li Laosan extinguished his cigarette, sat on the ground, leaned back against the stone, and simply straightened his legs for comfort, and after a while, he was so sleepy that heavy sleepiness came to his heart, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took for him to fall asleep.

It was also at the top of the Immortal Mountain, but the boulder quickly turned into a seven-story tower. Li Laosan was pulled by an inexplicable curiosity, stood up, and walked into the tower.

In the middle of the tower is a bronze tripod, and nothing else. The four walls are depicted with green dragons and white tigers, and Vermilion Bird Xuanwu Quartet Divine Beasts. A puff of white smoke rose from the bronze tripod, which soon filled the entire room, and under the smoke, it was like being in a fairyland.

"This, is there really an immortal?" Li Laosan was confused.

"There are no gods in this world. A familiar voice came into Li Laosan's ears.

"It's you!" Li Laosan raised his eyes and looked, and a Taoist priest suddenly appeared next to the bronze tripod, but this time, he did not lead his blind old yellow dog.

Li Laosan was a little excited, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Don't you have something to ask, I'll be waiting for you at the top of the tower!" said the Taoist priest with a smile and disappeared.

Li Laosan came back to his senses, but he didn't care too much, and walked directly up the steps to the second floor of the tower.

The second layer is the same size as the first, and is just as smoky. Li Laosan felt that his vision was a little blurry, and when he was about to walk to the third floor, an illusion appeared in the smoke. In the illusion, there is a scene of two armies facing each other, and thousands of troops and horses are fighting bloodily on the battlefield, which is not spectacular. Li Laosan was stunned, although he couldn't hear the sound, but he seemed to be there, he heard the roar of the war horse, the shouting of killing in the sky, as if he also smelled the smell of blood in the air. The illusion ended here, the smoke dissipated instantly, and Li Laosan calmed down his excitement and walked to the third floor.

On this floor, there is actually a splendid palace, in the palace, the emperor wearing a purple and gold dragon robe is canonizing and rewarding civil and military officials, Li Laosan immediately thought that this must be the winning side in the war of Shicai, and the winner is the king!

Next to the emperor stood a handsome literati dressed in white, and the literati lay in the emperor's ear and didn't know what to say, and the emperor was happy. After a while, a young Taoist priest walked in outside the palace holding floating dust. The emperor left the throne, walked to the Taoist priest, and hugged the Taoist priest into his arms. At this time, an old yellow dog ran in from outside the palace, and when I looked closely, it was a blind old yellow dog. The old yellow dog opened his mouth, as if he had roared at the emperor twice, and the emperor and the Taoist priest looked at each other, and then laughed. The young man on the throne also covered his mouth and smiled. This layer of the picture comes to an abrupt end here.

"Is the old fairy telling his own story?" Li Laosan thought carefully, but he also felt that he was still unsatisfied.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the fourth floor.

The story of the fourth floor takes place in a burial chamber. There is a gorgeous sarcophagus in the middle of the tomb, and on the left side of the sarcophagus stands a Taoist priest who leads a dog, but he is already middle-aged, his face is stern, and his heart is heavy. On the right side of the sarcophagus, a literati with a delicate face is dressed in plain clothes and bursts into tears. His face remained unchanged, as if the years had never left a mark on his face.

Outside the tomb, a group of heavily armed soldiers suddenly broke in, the leader of whom stood proudly in armor, holding silver spears and swords hanging from their waists. This man's face was exactly the same as that of the scholar.

"This armor, this sword!" Li Laosan recognized the equipment on the young general's body at a glance. That armor was the one he had stolen back then, and that sword was the one he had touched for Lu Tingxuan.

"It turned out to be a set, so could it be that both tombs belong to this guy?" Li Laosan thought to himself.

At this time, the young show was extremely excited after seeing the general who looked the same as himself. After standing up violently, he rushed to the other party.

The general raised his eyebrows and glared angrily, drew his sword out of its sheath, and slashed it out again, and the scholar immediately fell in a pool of blood. He didn't even have the strength to struggle, so he died.

The general withdrew his sword and pointed it at the Taoist priest next to the sarcophagus.

The Taoist priest closed his eyes, shook his head, and strode out of the tomb. When he reached the door of the tomb, he turned around and made a gesture, and after saying something, he turned and left.

"Who are these people, and what is the connection between the whole thing?" The illusion disappeared, Li Laosan was full of questions, and he didn't rush to continue walking, but sat on the steps and smoked.

Before he could come up with a reason, the floor beneath his feet suddenly began to vibrate, and then began to collapse.

Li Laosan was taken aback, and hurriedly stood up and ran to the fifth floor. As a result, the tower collapsed to the fourth floor, and the remaining three floors hovered in the air.

"Oh my God!" Li Laosan glanced down, took a long breath, took a long breath, fell off the cigarette butt in his hand, and lit it.

"Qingfeng, it's Xiaodao who can't stand you! It's really out of helplessness, I have to keep this life and do what I need to do. Li Laosan was distracted, and the voice of the Taoist priest came from behind him.