In addition to the vast buildings on the plains, there is also a mountain range behind it, which is like a sleeping dragon, restrained and unfathomable, which is the sacred mountain of the immortal star, which has been forcefully moved across the universe and moved to the earth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are a total of twenty-three peaks in the mountain range, one of which is the most majestic and towering, which is the peak of the main vein of Xuanxuan, and the rest of the peaks are guarded, and the position is hidden by the road marks.

Feng Yin crossed the mountains and mountains, climbed over seven mountains in one go, and finally arrived at the destination where the void was inherited.

He didn't come to the Void One Pulse to get any powerful inheritance, but the Void One Pulse was sparsely populated, and he was able to hide himself, no matter how he said that the environment he was in would be quieter, and there would be no big things.

But when it really reached the Void Peak, Feng Yin almost stared out his eyes.

"This is the nothingness that once overshadowed the main peak?" He was incredulous and stood at the foot of the mountain speechless.

The steps are covered with moss, the sides of the mountain road are full of weeds, there are faint hare and pheasants, and the buildings on the top of the mountain are like the remnants of people in the chaotic forest, as if they have not been inhabited for many years.

Feng Yin pushed aside the weeds and turned out a stone tablet that had been cracked, and the word "nothingness" was faintly visible on it, but the time was too long, and no one cleaned it up, and there was no Dao Yun that it contained for a long time, which only made people feel the change of years.

"Broken by whom?" He touched the cracks, but his hands were covered with dust.

He looked around and looked several times before he realized that the crumbling stone staircase was the only main road to the top of the mountain.

Looking at the unrepaired steps, the lush weeds growing in the gaps, Feng Yin didn't know what to say, this void vein was much more shabby than he imagined.

"This mountain...... Really...... Depression. ”

He was a little helpless, and there was a rotten shoe on the steps, I don't know how many years had been there, but no one had cleaned it up.

Feng Yin seems to miss that thatched hut a little, after all, although it is dilapidated, it is not so unbearable, this is a dignified nothingness.

Walking up the mountain, the situation on it is finally better, at least the ground is a lot cleaner, obviously someone is still taking care of it, and occasionally you can meet some traces of cultivators.

The top of the mountain is very open, but there is nothing to see, only a few dilapidated halls, it seems that no one has been here for hundreds of years, Feng Yin walked inside, and there were dense cobwebs inside, and the walls were already yellow.

There was silence all around, only a few huge buildings, but they were also deserted, accompanied by the swaying branches of the trees, silently telling the prosperity of the past.

"It was once so prosperous that there was a vein of nothingness, but it ended up like this, which is embarrassing." Feng Yin sighed.

He walked through several ancient halls, and finally met a man at the last one, and stood to look at the man.

It was an ordinary old man, aged enough to be considered the end of his life, his eyes had long been cloudy, and he rubbed his teacup with his wrinkled hand, and there was a broom standing next to it, and the wooden handle of the broom was polished smooth, which had been used for many years.

The old man opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Feng Yin, and said to himself, "Is it another newcomer?" There are a few more here this year than last year. ”

Feng Yin is full of black lines, but there are only a dozen people here this year, and there are a few more than last year.

"Sit down, kid, have a cup of tea."

He pushed out a bench, motioned for Feng Yin to sit down, took another cup, poured a full cup of tea, and invited Feng Yin to drink tea.

Feng Yin nodded, sat down calmly, raised the teacup and took a slight sip.

Seeing this, the old man smiled and said, "It's been decades, and there are few people like you. ”

Feng Yin put down his wine glass and said suspiciously: "Dare to ask the seniors, why are you the only one who has no lineage, and where is the person who teaches the Daofa?" ”

"There are no preachers, there is a scripture pavilion next door, and there are a few ancient books that have been turned over, that is, nothingness, as for the rest of the people who have left and left, and the remaining few also live at the foot of the mountain, and there are only three of us on the top of the mountain."

"Three?"

"There's also a dumb man, well, he's coming." The old man stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and outside the hall came another young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who had just returned with a broom, wearing washed and faded clothes, and his expression was a little wooden.

"I've seen Senior Brother."

Feng Yin politely stood up to salute, the latter nodded, and a monosyllabic "ahhhh

The old man saw Feng Yin's doubts and explained: "The dumb man was born without speaking, he stayed on the Void Peak since he was a child, and he has been weeding and farming for more than ten years, so he has come over." ”

The young man who was called the dumb man nodded Mu Ne, found a corner and sat down, looked at the wall and didn't speak, and didn't react to Feng Yin's arrival.

"Alas, the whole mountain is an old man, a mute, if you regret it, go to the foot of the mountain to find a place to live, and you can find something to do when you reach the realm of the body." The old man sighed and said.

"The top of the mountain is also very good, I will live here, and I can help you weed and repair it on weekdays." Feng Yin smiled, and the old man nodded, saying that the main hall was up to him to choose, and he didn't have to open up the cave by himself.

After a while, Feng Yin and the two of them were mortals, as if they had never been in contact with road repair, and asked out loud.

"We are too low-qualified, and we are blocked by this road." He sighed, his rickety waist bent even lower.

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Feng Yin lived in the ancient hall, and after packing up everything, he walked outside aimlessly, helping the two of them weed and sweep the floor from time to time, and the life was a little hard.

Looking at the old man and the mute doing such a monotonous thing in a dull manner, Feng Yin felt a little indescribable in his heart.

"What strange two people......" he shook his head.

In the next few days, he was not idle, and every day with the identity of an outer disciple, he climbed over a few mountains to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Tongxuangong, after all, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Void Peak was too shabby, and there were only a few useless fragments, Feng Yin only glanced at it and left.

"Now that I'm a brand new identity, I can't use the Killing Technique without a solution, and I can't use the Star and Moon Treasure Technique, so it's time to learn some of the treasures of the Mystery Sect." He muttered to himself.

In addition to the exclusive secret techniques stored in each vein scripture pavilion, there are also Taoist techniques that can be practiced together by all veins, which are stored in the main scripture pavilion at the foot of the mountain, and all cultivators can read them with their identities.

The main scripture pavilion is a seven-story pagoda, the bottom layer is the ancient books recorded in history and the cultivation notes of the predecessors, and the second layer is some easy-to-understand Taoism, and the identity of Feng Yin can enter the first and second layers.

"Xuanhuo Technique, Phantom Sun Sword, Broken Stone Palm......" Feng Yin looked at the cheats one by one, and said their names in his mouth.

He picked out a book of boxing, a book of palms, and a simple book of Taoist secrets, nodded and asked the person in charge to borrow it, planning to take it back and read it slowly.