Round and round......

Ye Chu had already walked back and forth on the mountain road for four or five years, seeing that the sun was past noon, and then gradually falling westward, but he had no clue to solve the problem.

A slight dryness swelled up, a little sweat appeared on Ye Chu's forehead, and even his mood was a little irritable.

Even if the temperature is not like the middle of winter, the bitter meaning of the late autumn scenery is still here. Failed attempts after attempt always give some frustration, and the sweat on his forehead speaks for itself.

Already hungry, he noticed a few pieces of fruit on the branches that had hung down from the weight that had been carried down to the side of the road.

Picking a few red fruits casually, Ye Chu didn't care whether they were clean or not, wiped them twice with his sleeve, and ate them in a big gulp.

As he ate, his brow furrowed slightly.

The fruit was astringent and sour, and it was not very tasty, but it was enough, but he did not feel any better because of the satiety.

Because his young and creative ideas were identified as failures by himself.

Or that it will take more time to succeed, but at least Ye Chu doesn't have the patience to continue.

"Is it only to induct deduction little by little?" Ye Chu thought with annoyance, and complained a few more words to his master.

If it was estimated from the range of vitality that he could absorb at present, it would take him five or six days of sleepless sleep to find out clearly this path that could be completed in less than an hour.

As soon as he thought of this, his face was full of sorrow, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth was bitter.

And even if you find out clearly, will you definitely find the way?

Since Master knows his own realm, there must be a way to solve it by virtue of his subtle level.

Could it be that this fog has a special guidance?

Ye Chu thought of this thick and substantial thing again.

How can you go around the cold mountain in one hour?

The mountain road is foggy and misty, and you can't see how wide it is.

Could it be that he was guided by the fog to a section of the road on the right near the cliff and turned around and set out on the way back?

The more Ye Chu thought about it, the more likely it became, according to what Du Gong said a few days ago, the formation that shortened the distance was very rare, and the formation that made him travel thousands of miles a day to reach Lizhou that day, but Chu Yunhui spent more than ten years to build, and he could only use it once. Thinking about it, this master can't just spend a lot of effort to set up this kind of formation just to train himself.

Thinking quietly, Ye Chu had an idea.

He carefully moved close to the mountain wall to his left, gently pressing the tip of his sword against it.

He still maintains a slightly bent posture, because he needs to maintain a posture that can exert force at any time in case of other special situations that suddenly arise.

He moved forward slowly, and his every move was cautious.

There was a slight grinding sound between the tip of the sword and the mountain wall.

When Ye Chu saw the maple leaves swaying on the top of the tree again, his heart swelled with unspeakable helplessness.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to adjust his emotions, and an idea popped into him.

"Hallucination?" Ye Chu thought.

He closed his eyes and walked forward, listening intently to every sound around him.

The whirring sound of the wind blowing through my ears and the clatter of water droplets hitting the flowers and bones on the edge of the cliff are all in my ears.

Since it is an illusion, as long as you close your eyes, it does not exist.

Mountains, flowers, leaves, fog, as long as you close your eyes, the world may not exist.

Ye Chu tried his sword as a stick to guide the blind, and in the faint fog, he really looked like a blind man.

Even so, he was extremely vigilant, after all, who knew if there would be something murderous in the fog.

Even if Ye Chu's eyes were really completely blind and he couldn't see the slightest brilliance, his heart was not blind.

After walking for more than ten steps, he felt a terrible pressure sweeping over him, and the spiritual platform was like the sea in a raging wind, and it was agitated.

He snapped his eyes open, panting heavily.

It turned out that there was still this layer of test waiting for him.

The first mystery realm in this layer of fog is not a formation or an illusion, it is originally prepared for ordinary people.

The terrifying pressure in the fog is the last move to trap the cultivator, try to crack the illusion, and the fog will invade with tens of millions of pressures.

The water vapor in the fog is like a needle, stinging every part of the altar.

He rubbed his aching temples, trying to calm the fluctuations of the altar until the pain subsided.

Closing his eyes, the blind Ye Chu hit the road again.

Again and again endured the sting pain of going deep into the spiritual platform, and again and again suppressed the thought of giving up.

How painful is the needle prick? How painful is the thousands of needles piercing the brain?

Finally, Ye Chu used his sword to "see" the stone staircase that went up, the exit from the dense fog.

Closing my eyes and looking for an hour, it seems like an incomparably long time has passed.

His body went limp, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant, and he collapsed directly and weakly on the stone steps.

I rested for a while, until the waves were rough and then calm.

Ye Chu's soaked clothes were cool in the evening breeze.

He stood up against the mountain wall, his steps still a little weak.

After standing and adjusting for a while, he climbed the stairs again.

At the end of the 1,000-step staircase, there is a cliff flat.

There was a dilapidated little wooden house, which looked a little old, with an atrium living in the valley, with cobwebs on the beams, and weeds, and very desolate.

The temperature is much higher than before, as if from autumn to summer, and there is even the tiresome buzzing of mosquitoes.

Ye Chu was not interested in exploring the wooden house, but was attracted to another thing, or shocked by it.

The stone steps to climb up are exhausted, and the only way to climb the mountain is a wide passage between the two cliffs.

There are strangely no plants growing on the stone walls on both sides, and there are thousands of messy but straight and deep cutting marks on the stone walls on both sides, which are more than ten zhang long.

At the end of the passage, there is a verdant greenery, and if you listen closely, it seems that there are birds chirping.

Winter, autumn and summer, on the other side, I think of spring, which is where the top of the mountain is.

This passage is the final test.

Ye Chu looked at the marks on the cliff wall, his eyes were sore and stinging, as if he was looking at the shining sun.

At this time, it is almost dusk, and the red and purple glow reflects in the passage, and if you are interested in watching it, you will find that it is very beautiful.

A wind blew by, blowing the corners of his clothes and hair.

A verdant leaf was carried by the wind and drifted into the road in a circle.

Instantly, a hole appeared on the surface of the leaf.

Second ...... The third ......

In the blink of an eye, a good leaf has become a slag of hundreds of servings.

The marks on the wall are sword marks.

The passage was filled with sword intent.

Majestic and surging and fierce.

Open the mountain road with a sword?

Just the residual sword intent has such power!

How strong is a sword?

How strong is the person?