"Excuse me, where is Forgotten Mountain?" Mu Ying sat next to the wood stove in the hut and asked while roasting her hands.

He had been searching for several days in this barren mountain, and in the end, the map in his hand was like waste paper, which only led him here, and when he walked further, he lowered his head to look at the map, and when he looked up again, there was a strange phenomenon. The mountains, rivers and vegetation here do not match the route drawn on the map, and even the rivers drawn on the map are strangely disconnected from here.

When Mu Ying picked up the map again and looked at it carefully, she vaguely saw that there were three water-shaped ripples vaguely printed on the location where she was.

"Let's find a home..."

Mu Ying, who sighed helplessly, had to put away the map, cursed the thief emperor in his heart, and continued to walk forward through the forest, until it suddenly opened up in front of him, a small path, connected to a small pear orchard, next to it, there was a house with a faint candle light.

『Hum』

Somehow, when he saw the pear orchard, Mu Ying was in a trance in his mind, and for a moment, he felt as if he had seen this scenery in a dream, and he was also like this, and he was also looking at the trees, and he was also looking at it, and his left foot was in front.

The dark gold mark on Mu Ying's wrist suddenly lit up.

"Forgotten Mountain? What did the little brother do there? Mu Ying finally entered the house in the pear orchard, in the small house, the old man with the hat was stunned when he saw him, first let him enter the house and sit down, and then poured a small half pot of hot water with a clay bowl and handed it to Mu Ying, and asked.

"Go get something." Mu Ying took the bowl and took a sip of hot water: "Uncle knows where?" ”

"Hmm—" The old man pondered for a long time before he said slowly, "That place... Although the old man knows, but he doesn't remember how to go, he inadvertently went there once when he was young, at that time because the sky was too dark, he got lost, he didn't know how to walk, he saw the footstone of the Forgotten Spirit Mountain, but he couldn't get out, he tossed there for a few days and nights, and finally he was hungry and unbearable, fainted, and when he woke up again, somehow, he was lying at the door of his house. ”

The old man shook his head helplessly as he took off his hat.

"That's it..."Mu Ying groaned and took a sip of hot water, put it up her throat and swallowed it slowly, feeling a stream of heat flow along the middle of her body to the limbs.

"So, is there anyone else living around here?" After swallowing a mouthful of hot water, after a while, Mu Ying's eyes that had been thinking for a long time finally regained focus, looked up at the old man, and still asked with some reluctance: "Do they know?" ”

"Haha, the little brother is new to the city, and he doesn't understand the situation here, so it's not your fault." The old man smiled and poured himself a glass of turbid rice wine, "The old man is the mountain keeper here, he has been guarding this mountain alone for fifty years, and he can see everything on weekdays, but he can't see people, hahaha." ”

'Could it be that this paper guide map really coaxed me? ’

Hearing this, Mu Ying sighed, when the palace was relieved, Li Shimin had promised him anything, and at that time he chose the cocoon of time. And the demon boy named Xiao San was stunned when he heard this, looking at him like a monster, and then spit out two words from his mouth - no.

Mu Ying was not surprised on his face, because he expected that the cocoon was not easy to find at that time, but the next moment, the demon boy changed his words, and his thin lips opened and closed, telling him something that was tantamount to a bombshell.

"Although there is no cocoon of time, judging from the Baichuan map of Tongbing in the Demon Master's Mansion, there is a place where there are traces of the Baiyuan Dragon Silkworm."

"Bai Yuan Dragon Silkworm?" Mu Ying was stunned when she heard this.

"You know the cocoon of time, but don't you know that the cocoon was made by the Baiyuan Dragon Silkworm." Xiao San rolled his eyes and said, "Then presumably, you don't know how difficult that Baiyuan Dragon Silkworm is?" ”

Mu Ying touched her nose a little embarrassed.

"Alas, I will go to your majesty's Imperial Library and fetch the map, and you will follow the path above. As for whether or not you can obtain the cocoon of that time, it is up to you to create it. Xiao San shook his head and sighed, "If you can't get the cocoon at that time, then come here again, and change the reward......"

"Thank you...... Mu Ying thought about the demon boy's words in her heart, and hugged her fists at him......

And at this moment, Mu Ying rubbed her eyes with a headache, and no matter how difficult the Baiyuan Dragon Silkworm was, she couldn't do it now, so it was a pity to give up like this.

"Uncle." Mu Ying got up, "In this case, the kid will no longer bother, thank you for your advice." ”

He was going to look elsewhere.

"So, then let's go." The old man nodded.

"The kid doesn't have much to give, only this bag of sachets with him, and this time I will give it to the old man to talk about the grace of the table." Mu Ying took out a small black bag from her arms, which contained a hair of a treacherous civet dog, exuding a strong killing aura, which could spread within a radius of several zhang in an instant, dispersing the surrounding snakes, insects, birds and beasts.

"Haha, the little brother is so polite, but the old man is disrespectful, thank you." Seeing that it was an inconspicuous sachet, the old man smiled heartily at the moment, took the sachet handed by Mu Ying and hung it on the side of the bamboo bed.

"No thanks, the kid will say goodbye and meet again." Mu Ying hugged her fists and turned to leave.

"We'll see you soon." The old man nodded and waved his hand at Mu Ying's back.

"Hiss"

A neighing sound suddenly sounded, and Mu Ying, who was turning to leave, turned back in amazement, only to see a horse with a silver-gray coat and an almost transparent mane trotting from nowhere, the moonlight reflected on it, as if it was reflected on water, and its long silver-gray hair reflected the brilliance of brocade.

What a steed!

"It's... Could it be..."Mu Ying's eyes widened, the appearance of the horse in front of him, he seemed to have seen it in the 'Hundred Demon Records' given by Youxue.

"It's an old horse." The old man smiled and touched the horse's mane, and the horse, as if intimacy, rubbed the old mane's cheek with its glowing silver-gray mane.

"It's your horse?" The corners of Mu Ying's mouth twitched, "Where did the old man buy it from?" ”

"I didn't buy it..."The old man patted the horse's neck and shook his head, and said with a look of memory in his eyes: "One day, for some reason, the ghost fog in this mountain was very strong, and before I could go back to the house, the fog swept over like a violent wind, and it was at that time that the old man accidentally lost his way, and fainted in this valley for three days and three nights, but the mountain fog still refused to disperse, and when I was in a hurry, this wild horse came through the fog and led me straight back home. ”

The old man smiled and said, "Since then, I have dug up the tender grass and vine flowers I saw when hunting and raised them here, but in a few days, this horse will come to eat once and leave, and I don't know how many years have passed since such days." ”

Hearing this, Mu Ying almost didn't come up in one breath, and scolded secretly: "If you can bring this soul-attracting horse by relying on only two tender grasses, my demon spirit hundred things can be burned as firewood!" ’

This fang must have a picture!

Mu Ying approached the silver-gray steed, reached out and touched its satin-like transparent mane, and a divine thought was conveyed.

"Why do you want to follow him?"

When the horse heard this, he looked at him with one eye quite humanely, and Mu Ying looked at each other, and actually saw a touch of numbness and sneer in it.

"Hiss"

Seeing that look, Mu Ying thought it was his own dazzle, and when he stared and was about to confirm again, the horse neighed, as if he knew the purpose of Mu Ying's visit, and leaned directly beside Mu Ying, the figure of the divine horse bent slightly, and his mouth kept moaning.

"Could it be...... Can you take me to Lethe Mountain? Mu Ying was stunned.

"Hiss..."

"Hey, good horse!" Mu Ying turned over on her horse in ecstasy, and solemnly hugged her fist towards the stunned old man, "Uncle, borrow your magic horse, and the kid will come when he goes!" ”

After that, before the old man could agree, the soul-attracting horse under Mu Ying's crotch suddenly swept out like a white man!

And at the moment when Mu Ying turned into a white mang along with the horse under him, the dark gold mark on his arm also quietly lit up.