Black clouds swirled in the night sky, and the sky was dark as if it were about to press down to the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info those rains falling from the sky, in the cold whistling wind, swept across the vast earth.

In the wilderness, there is no village in front of the village, there is no shop behind it, and there is only one ancient road extending from afar, and it extends lonely into the distance.

In the dark clouds of the night sky, there was a muffled sound of thunder, like the roar of a wild beast about to go berserk. And at this moment, the rain between heaven and earth gradually became heavier.

The earth was solemn, and there was no sound in the wilderness except the sound of wind and rain. It was pitch black, and only on the edge of this ancient road was there a little light.

This is a wilderness hut, and the owner's name is Li Daquan, a middle-aged man in his early forties. He is a hunter, but he lives in the neighborhood all year round. Because this place is deserted, Li Daquan likes to have passing guests come to his house. Today, his house happened to welcome another passerby.

This passer-by was not very old, only about seventeen or eighteen years old. I saw that he was wearing coarse linen clothes, and he looked like a peasant's child. However, looking at his words and deeds, it is not like that.

Li Daquan looked at the guest and asked, "I don't know how the little brother came to our wilderness?"

Hearing this, the passer-by smiled slightly, smoothed the fur of the fox in his arms, and said, "Uncle, I am a bard, and what I like is to travel the world and broaden my knowledge. Also, I like to chase some fairy trails, because I heard that there are immortals here, so I came here. ”

"Immortals? Hahaha, little brother, don't you know, I've lived here for more than ten years, and I've never seen any immortals? Li Daquan poured a cup of tea for passers-by, and suddenly laughed.

"Hehe, even if it's a rumor, I want to come and see. ”

"You're used to seeing mountains, so it's better to come and see the endless wilderness, isn't it?"

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The passerby replied with a smile.

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"That's right. Li Daquan also smiled, picked up the teacup and drank it.

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This passer-by is naturally Bai Hao, who has been seeking immortals from Huixian Villa for two years. Originally, he rushed to Wudang Mountain with great ambition, hoping to learn the Tai Chi Taoism of Wudang Mountain. However, Wudang Mountain's view of the gateway was too serious, and he was thrown out as soon as they met.

Bai Hao was helpless and rushed to Jiuhua Mountain again.

The people of Jiuhua Mountain are more amiable and tactful. However, after assessing Bai Hao for two months, he casually gave an excuse to let Bai Hao go.

Bai Hao was in Jiuhua Mountain, and he did chores for them for two months.

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Bai Hao did not give up, and continued to rush to Maoshan to seek immortal fate. But because Bai Hao offended the senior brother who assessed the new disciples in Maoshan, he ...... He didn't even enter the door.

After Maoshan, he rushed to Mount Emei and Penglai Island, but without exception, he was always retreated by various reasons. A faction in Mount Emei said that they only accepted female disciples and asked Bai Hao to find another place. However, one of the veins in Penglai Island thinks that Bai Hao's understanding is too poor to keep up with the progress.

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All in all, in short, Bai Hao has endured the cold eyes of the major immortal sects in two years.

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Shushan, Wudang, Jiuhua, Wutai, Maoshan, Kunlun, are the world's famous Xianmen factions. Among them, the sword cultivation should be the most in Shushan, and Wudang is the Tai Chi Taoism, Jiuhua Mountain is proficient in various innate prediction techniques, and Wutai is famous for refining pills, as for Maoshan, it is the art of Fu Seal, Kunlun, is the cultivation of the mind.

And Bai Hao's stop is the legendary Kunlun Immortal Mountain.

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This uninhabited wilderness is located in the most marginal area of the Eight Extremes Empire, called the Death Wilderness. Legend has it that more than 100 years ago, a great poet once left a good story here. But in the end, the great poet disappeared from people's vision inexplicably.

Some people say that he has ascended to the Tao, and some people say that he will not die well.

But the facts are still unknown.

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When Bai Hao and Li Daquan talked about this, Li Daquan just smiled and said: "This great poet is nothing remarkable, but he can make a few sour and rotten works." As for attaining enlightenment and ascending, that is also a fool's dream. ”

"Why did Uncle say that?" Bai Hao asked.

"Hehe, nothing, tea, tea. Li Daquan smiled uncomfortably and said.

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As if sensing that Li Daquan's tone was wrong, Bai Hao pondered for a while, and suddenly asked, "Uncle, do you have something on your mind?"

"No, I don't have anything on my mind. Li Daquan said with a dry smile.

"Oh. ”

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Seeing that Li Daquan didn't want to say anything, Bai Hao didn't want to make it difficult for others. He drank tea, listened to the sound of pouring rain outside the window, and couldn't help but whisper: "It's been two years, I don't know my mother, is it okay now?"

"Little brother, I see that you have something on your mind, what, is it convenient to talk to me?" Li Daquan said.

Bai Hao glanced at Li Daquan, smiled, and said, "Actually, it's not a matter of mind, since the uncle wants to hear it, then I'll tell the uncle about it." ”

"Actually, I was originally from the Tiangang Empire, Tiangu Pass......"

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Bai Hao was idle all night, so he chatted with this Uncle Li Daquan until midnight. He explained why he asked for immortals and why he came here. Moreover, he even talked about the things in the major immortal gates.

After Li Daquan listened, he was also embarrassed.

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In the middle of the night, Bai Hao was already cultivating in the room, but in the hall, Li Daquan was still drinking tea, his brows furrowed. After a long time, I saw Li Daquan suddenly get up, go back to the room, take a pen and paper, and walk out.

The paper slowly unfolded, and Li Daquan closed his eyes slightly. After a moment, his eyes widened, and the pen in his hand danced rapidly. Li Daquan's thick pen and ink danced on the paper.

After a while, a poem with a vivid pen and ink leaped onto the page.

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"The young are not blessed to let the respectful go, and the widow is incompetent to make the hall lost. ”

"I regretted my helplessness in all kinds of ways, and resolutely ran away to seek immortality. ”

"I can't ask for immortals for two years, and the most ruthless door is the fairy gate. ”

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Li Daquan wrote the last word, and suddenly his heart stopped, and then he added: "Kunlun cultivating immortals is cultivating the heart, and it lives up to its hard work." ”

Writing this, Li Daquan finally stopped writing and looked at the poem.

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"The young are not blessed to let the respectful go, and the widow is incompetent to make the hall lost. ”

"I regretted my helplessness in all kinds of ways, and resolutely ran away to seek immortality. ”

"I can't ask for immortals for two years, and the most ruthless door is the fairy gate. ”

"Kunlun cultivating immortals is cultivating the heart, and it lives up to its hard work. ”

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Li Daquan looked at it and was speechless for a long time. Finally, as dawn approached, he seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly reached out and pointed to the sky, shooting out a brilliant golden light.