The legend of the living dead, flesh and bones, Yang Jun doesn't believe it, it's really so magical, there should be immortal people in this world.

However, for hundreds of thousands of years in the Shengzhou Continent, there has not even been a person who has truly ascended to the heavens.

However, it should be very helpful for improving the cultivation realm.

Qingyun Zhenren thought for a while and asked, "Uncle Shi, you are most familiar with the treasures in the world, but do you know where to find them?" ”

The real people of Yushan also knew that these things were all encounterable but unsought, and it was becoming more and more difficult to find, maybe they had been dug up, so they waved their hands: "If you don't have it, forget it, I'll go first." ”

After finishing speaking, he jumped up from the ground, didn't call Yang Jun, and walked out by himself.

Yang Jun glanced at Qingyun Zhenren, said goodbye with a slight bow, and got up.

The real people of Gangshan have not gone far. He stood at the edge of the small square, facing the large campus below.

The monks were not peasants, and they did not have the habit of resting at sunrise and sunset, and most of them also needed to sleep every day. Therefore, the night is getting deeper, and there are still people coming and going on the platform. There are rings rising around every corner, and there are also sporadic spectators.

Yang Jun just glanced at it casually. The moonlight was hazy, and when I looked at it from a distance, I could only see a lot of figures, and I couldn't recognize who was who.

He cast his gaze to the back in front of him.

In fact, although the belly of the real person in Gangshan is convex, the body shape is quite normal when viewed from behind, but it looks a little fat. Yang Jun felt that he was standing in the moonlight, quite a bit of harmony, and couldn't help but raise a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The real person of Gangshan sighed faintly, looking very melancholy, which was very inconsistent with the image on weekdays.

Yang Jun heard him say, "It's really lively." How many years haven't seen a scene like this? ”

He asked, "How many years?" ”

It was rare that the real person of Yushan did not choke, but spoke to him very calmly, and replied, "There must be two hundred years." ”

Yang Jun knows that older people have experienced a lot of things, and they have retained several times the memory of people, especially people like the real people of Gangshan, who have experienced a lot of things.

Older people often like to keep reminiscing and talking about the past, on the one hand, they may also feel themselves, or they are afraid of forgetting the past.

It seems that the real person of Gangshan is also deeply immersed in the past, but he easily does not confide in others, and he is extremely restrained when he occasionally talks about a star.

Such a contradiction entanglement, Yang Junguang felt awkward for him when he looked at it.

Then I also thought that it was not wrong for the real person of Gangshan to always say that he was young. For example, in front of a full audience of disciples, he couldn't raise any anger.

Maybe one day, his mind will be full of all kinds of memories, and when he sees many familiar scenes, he will compare them with the memories.

However, that would have to wait a long time from now.

Yang Jun imagined for a moment that when he was able to set foot on the Spirit Plain, he would be able to be as leisurely and comfortable as lying on the hill, and he was immediately relieved. ——With absolute strength and capital to do whatever he wants, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, it is really his ideal life!

With the silence of the real people in Yushan, Yang Jun also raised his head to look at the bright moon.

Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, this round of bright moon is not particularly round, but there is no cloud in the sky, the deep and distant night sky is like that as a silent set board, the bright moon shines out, making the moon look bigger than one circle.

Yang Jun rarely withdrew his mind from the various things that happened around him, and admired the long-lost sky and moonlight, and some memories surfaced in his mind.

Thinking of Lingyuan, Woqiu and Lingke, Yang Jun's thoughts couldn't stop the car from driving all the way into Lingyuan's memory. Now that I think about it, Woqiu is not completely arbitrary. Under his leisure, there is still an unknown past.

In this way, Yang Jun felt that the real person of Gangshan was actually very similar to Woqiu. Both of them seem to be careless and don't care about the sunshine of others, but in fact, they are both burdened with a weight that is difficult for ordinary people to detect.

Probably, only a person like Lingke who doesn't know the world can live a pure life.

The thoughts drifted farther and farther, and finally the memories in my mind came one after another, both his and Chu Ke's. Under the relaxation of the body, the sea of knowledge is lively.

Yang Jun and Yushan Zhenren stood one after the other, neither of them spoke, and they unexpectedly seemed very harmonious.

The two of them didn't know how long they had been standing, but it was still the real person who came back to his senses first, and glanced behind him: "At a young age, what are you pretending to be deep!" ”

After saying that, he raised his feet and left, took off into the air, and walked towards the southeast.

His body, which was estimated to weigh one hundred and seventy or eighty pounds according to Yang Jun's estimates, was extremely light and had a feeling of fluttering immortals.

Yang Jun hurriedly stepped on the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife and followed. The dark blade was surrounded by the gentle moonlight, and there was no change, but more and more solemn.

The Ten Thousand Butcher Knife passed through the top of the mountains, and the blade cut through the cold sky, making a whining sound, and the tone was even high and low, like playing a piece of music, which became more and more audible in the quiet night.

Yang Jun has never stopped the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife making such a sound, at first I felt a little novel, and after listening to it for a while, I felt that although the sound was monotonous, the tune was faintly a little cheerful, stepping on the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, the cold wind was blowing on the face, and the whole person was a little lighter.

The speed of the real person in front of him was a little slower, and he was caught up by Yang Jun.

The real person of Yushan didn't say anything, but circled around Yang Jun twice, and his figure was so fast that Yang Jun couldn't see it clearly, like a whirlwind blowing.

In the end, he even lowered his body, shorter than Yang Jun, and his ears were almost attached to the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

Yang Jun was confused by his series of actions, and he didn't know what he was going to do, so he slowed down slightly.

But the real person of Gangshan said with a solemn face: "Don't slow down!" ”

Yang Jun had no choice but to do as he said, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the real person of Yushan not only listening with his ears, but also approaching the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, looking carefully, it seemed that something had grown on the surface of the knife.

"Shut up!" As if sensing that he wanted to speak, the real person of the mountain was the first to shout.

Yang Jun shut up again, and waited for the real person of Yushan to carefully study the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, and straightened up with an angry face.

The look on Yang Jun was very complicated, it was a look that Yang Jun could not describe.

The old man's eyes, which had always been slit, narrowed even more, and only a thin slit remained. Both of them were moving forward quickly, but the real people of Gangshan controlled their speed to the same as him, and the two of them were relatively stationary.

And the real person of Gangshan stared into his eyes, as if he could see a deeper place through him, and it seemed that there were more complex things in those eyes that could not see the pupils.

Yang Jun was seen by such a gaze, and the back of his neck was cold, and he sniffed: "Old Ancestor, what's wrong?" ”

A word broke the quiet and eerie atmosphere, and while Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief, the real person of Yushan also exhaled.

When he didn't speak, the atmosphere was calm and abnormal, and when the real person of Gangshan Mountain spoke, Yang Jun felt disillusioned.

It was difficult to hide the resentment on the face of the real person of Yushan: "Why are you so good at this kid!" ”

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment. How does this tone look like jealousy?

When the real person of the mountain is not moving, the momentum around his body is calm, and there is a faint coercive momentum with super high cultivation, but his words are often like a needle popping a balloon, breaking this momentum in an instant.

Yang Jun pursed his lips, he didn't feel good at all. But the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was closely related to him, and he asked, "Have you noticed anything strange?" ”

The real man of the mountain was full of messy hair floating behind his head with the wind, and he twisted his head very unnaturally and made a proud gesture.

"Really! Stinky boy, what do you have to be proud of! ”

Yang Jun: ......

Today, I followed the real people of Gangshan to go to Qianyuntai and knew the connection between the real people of Gangshan and Qingyun, and Yang Jun also felt that his relationship with this old man was closer.

Besides, after getting along for a while, I have some understanding of the temperament of the real people of Gangshan, and after hearing this, I looked at the expression of the real people of Gangshan, and it was not a bad thing, Yang Jun smiled on his face: "If you don't say it, how do I know what I have to be proud of?" ”

"What have you been doing today?" The real person of the mountain did not answer the first question.

Yang Jun was stunned. When he left the sight of the real person of Gangshan, that is, from the afternoon to the evening, he spent most of his time talking to Gu Jiuxin, but this was all known to the real person of Gangshan. In the middle, he also had a fight with Chu Yi.

What has to do with the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife can only be a matter of fighting for a while. Yang Jun's eyes lit up.

"There was a fight in the afternoon, well, there was only one move in the fight, and the other party used a sword." Yang Jun spontaneously said what the real people of Gangshan might want to know, and then asked, "Does this have any effect?" ”

The real person of Gangshan saw that he was very good, and he could guess what was going on so quickly, thinking that this kid reacted quickly, but he snorted coldly.

"What kind of sword is it?"

Does this also have an impact? Yang Jun guessed something in his heart, and at the same time said honestly: "The sword name Jedi Chihong has been said to be the work of the master caster Qianjunzi. ”

I never thought that the real people of Gangshan Mountain would know the name of the Jedi Red Rainbow.

The old man stroked his messy beard and said, "It's a good sword." However, unfortunately, I met ten thousand butcher knives. ”

Yang Jun's curiosity suddenly rose, and he hurriedly asked, "Old Ancestor, you have been beaten as a dumb riddle, tell me quickly, what's going on?" ”

Seeing that he was a little anxious, a trace of satisfaction crossed his eyes, and he said leisurely: "You probably don't know that the soul of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife is also incomplete. ”

"Huh?" Yang Jun held his breath in his throat. Don't say it, he doesn't know that there are ten thousand butcher knife souls!

Yang Jun is angry. He wants to use him, but he talks like squeezing toothpaste, and you look like you're done squeezing, but you'll always find that you'll be able to brush it again next time. (To be continued.) )