This thief is an old man, playing golden cicada shelling with Lao Tzu, right?

Du Heng turned his head, looked at the two trembling little Taoist priests, and shouted, "What about your master? Where did it go?! ”

The two little Taoist priests waved their hands in a panic, so frightened that they couldn't speak.

Du Heng turned his hand to recall Yaohua, his hand swiped in the void, Yaohua turned in a circle in the air, and cut off the hair buns of the two little Taoists, leaving two bright brain melon skins.

"Immortal Monarch spare his life! We really don't know! ”

The two little Taoist priests were so frightened that they knelt on the ground with a thud and banged their heads.

"Hard-mouthed, huh?" Du Heng turned his fingers, and Yaohua swiped around the waists of the two little Taoist priests, "Anyway, you are all monks, and you will never marry a wife in this life." It's useless to leave or right, if you don't say it, I'll clean all six of them for you, how about it? ”

The faces of the two little Taoist priests turned green, and they were so frightened that they began to cry.

"Xianjun! Xianjun! Be merciful, Xianjun! We really don't know where Master has gone! However, he usually likes to go to Yanmen Mountain to practice, why don't you go there and have a look? ”

Yanmen Mountain? Qihuang Mountain? What kind of bird mountains are these?

"How to get to Yanmen Mountain?" Du Heng shouted.

"It's fifty miles to the east! There are a lot of geese on that mountain, and Xianjun will definitely not miss it! A little Taoist priest hurriedly laughed.

Du Heng looked down at the half-crying expressions on the faces of the two little Taoist priests, and felt a burst of disgust. He waved his hand, and Yaohua flashed cold, and slashed towards the waists of the two little Taoist priests.

"Don't! Xianjun! ”

The two little Taoist priests closed their eyes in despair.

The two of them waited for a long time, and found that there was no pain in their bodies, just a chill between their legs. When I looked down, it turned out that only the belt was broken, the pants were piled on the ground, and half of the bottoms were left on the buttocks. But Du Heng has long since disappeared.

Du Heng stood at the head of the clouds, and after a while, he saw a small mountain, green pines and cypresses in the mountains, and occasionally geese flew out, and the clouds and mist were shrouded, and there was quite a bit of fairy spirit.

He said in his heart, this Yanmen Mountain is a good place, the old thief Dao will pick a place, the Taoist temple and the disciples are placed in an ordinary place, but he came here to hide and relax. But this mountain looks not small, and I don't know if the old thief is here. Even if he is here, it is always difficult to find him on two feet, so what can he do?

Du Heng touched his body and touched the gluttonous bag on his waist.

Huh? This drum can confuse Qiqi, maybe it can also command these geese to listen to my orders?

He took the drum out of his bag, held it in his hand, and took the drumstick and tapped it gently.

The drum has a spirit, can sense the needs of the owner, to have a big stool, to urinate small, and it is only as big as a water scoop in his hand, Du Heng can't help but feel happy in his heart.

"Knock, knock, knock", with a few drums, the geese hovering over Yanmen Mountain suddenly trembled, lined up in a line, and circled around the mountain. Then he flew towards a point behind the mountain, and when he was near, he turned back and flew back into the sky, and then turned back again.

It must be there, and this drum is very useful.

Du Heng pressed the head of the cloud and flew towards that point. In the distance, a waterfall flowed down from the cliff. The water was turbulent, white foam splashed, and the roar resounded through the mountains. There is a deep pool at the bottom, as blue as green jade.

The geese only flew up to the waterfall to turn back, and they couldn't see what they were prompting.

Du Heng stood on the edge of the pool, looked up at the waterfall, and touched his chin.

Is it behind the waterfall? Or is it in this pool?

He picked up a stone and threw it at the waterfall, only to see it sink silently into the waterfall and then fall into the pool with the current.

It's not a way to throw it like this, but there is really a cave, such a big waterfall, when do I have to throw it to find the hole, or I have to stop the flow of water first.

He walked to the side of the waterfall, with enough mana in his hands and his palms in the sky. The waterfall at the cliff seemed to have grown out of thin air, and the water flowed forward for a while before turning down.

The cliff wall inside the waterfall appears impressively, but it is only a bare stone wall.

That's at the bottom of this pool.

Du Heng frowned, his heart was crossed, and he jumped down.

The water in the pool is clear, and the underwater view is very good, and many whitebait fish swim around in schools in it. The bottom of the pond is full of sludge, and there are occasionally a few aquatic plants, but there is no mechanism in sight.

Du Heng swam back to shore. He sat on the edge of the pool, his head dripping with water, and his heart was very depressed.

These geese have been summoned by the drums, and they will definitely not lie to me, but there seems to be nothing on the back of this waterfall and in the pool, so where else can the old thief hide?

Gradually, the clouds in the mountains dissipated, and the sun poured down on the waterfall. The mist steamed, and a rainbow slanted into the waterfall.

Du Heng had a flash of inspiration.

The only entrance to Ganjube is only Yingliang Valley, and you can't find the location of Ganjube from other directions. Could it be that the mystery of this waterfall is also in this rainbow, and only through the rainbow can you find the secret passage into the waterfall?

He wiped a handful of water from his face and slid down the rainbow towards the waterfall. After a burst of colorful flashes, Du Heng's feet stepped into the soft snow.

Behind this waterfall, there is another place in the cold land. The wind and snow are howling, and there is thick snow everywhere on the rocky mountains and tree branches, and there are a few ice cubes hanging on the cliff side.

Du Heng was originally covered in water, but as soon as he entered here, he immediately froze into a popsicle.

What the hell is this old thief playing? Yanmen Mountain, where the birds and flowers are fragrant outside, don't wait, but want to find excitement in this icy and snowy place, and have a bag in your brain?

Du Heng shook his neck, used the immortal method to dispel the cold qi around his body, and moved forward step by step.

Except for the dry branches and frozen stones, there is no life at all.

As we walked, a large lake came into view in the distance. The lake had long been covered with thick ice, and a figure in a cloak sat on the ice. There was an ice hole in front of the figure, and a slender fishing rod hung over it.

Suddenly, the rod moved, and a large carp was bounced up and thrown into the basket next to it.

"It's so interesting to mock the patriarch, you actually hide here to fish."

The figure raised his head, only to see Du Heng smiling at himself with a fish basket in one hand.

"You! How did you find here?! The old man blew his beard and glared.

"What? If you come here, I can't come? Du Heng shook the fish basket, "Yo, I've gained a lot." ”

Lao Dao's eyes flashed, and he was about to run when he raised his feet, but unexpectedly, he was nailed by Yaohua to the hem of his trousers.

"You run, don't you take off your clothes? Why don't you take it off? ”

Lao Dao turned his head tremblingly, looked at Du Heng's provocative smiling face, and said with a smile: "In such a cold place, don't you freeze to death after taking off your clothes?" ”

"I'll ask you again," Du Heng slammed his face to Lao Dao, "How to solve the spell with black lines all over your body, if you don't say it, I will throw you into this lake today to feed the fish!" ”

"What kind of curse? I don't know how to do it! Oops! ”

Du Heng grabbed Lao Dao's neck, lifted him up, and hung him on the ice cave. The old man screamed and kicked on all fours, like a rooster ready to shave.

"Du Jun! There's something to say! Let's put ...... first Put down the poor road! Poor Road ...... Gasp...... Out of breath......"

Du Heng raised his hand and threw the old way away, and the old way fell to the ground with a bang.

"Say! How to solve it?! ”

"Poor Road...... Poor Dao really doesn't know......"

Du Heng raised his foot and stepped on Lao Dao's chest, and gradually exerted his strength, and Lao Dao's face turned from blue to purple.

"Du Jun spares his life! That spell wasn't painted by Poor Dao! Poor Dao is just a middleman! ”

"The middleman?" Du Heng was suspicious, "Then who drew this spell?" ”

"Yes...... It's Ge Jun......"

Ge Jun? The Winged Ge family? Kudzu?

The Ge family in the southeast is an evil family, more evil than the Kongsang Yu family, and they are used to casting curses and poisons, but no one has ever seen Ge Man, and he doesn't even know whether he is a man or a woman. The Ge family has never interacted with the various ethnic groups in Middle-earth, and the location of the Winged Mountain is ominous, although there are also people who are known as the righteous divisions, and they have formed a gang to clear it up, but they have searched the entire southeast, and they have not found the location of the Winged Mountain.

Although the Ge family rarely shows up, wherever there is an evil sect, it always depends on them, regardless of whether they actually did it.

However, how did the little master of the pheasant sect of the old thief get involved with such a mysterious family?

"Do you know Ge Jun?" Du Heng said.

"Know, know! We have a good relationship and have had drinks together! Lao Dao's eyes dodged, and his mouth was snorting haha.

"Drinking? What kind of alcohol to drink? Where did you drink it? How much did you drink? Who else is together? Du Heng asked.

"This ...... Drinking is drinking...... What kind of wine you drank and where you drank it, I drank too much at that time and I can't remember it clearly......"

"I think you're toasting and don't eat and drink!" Du Heng said, kicking Lao Dao into the ice cave.

Lao Dao was churning up and down in the ice cave, shouting indiscriminately: "Du Jun save me!" Poor Road ...... Poor roads can't swim! ”

"Do you remember how you met Ge Jun?"

"Poor Road...... Poor Dao really knows Ge Jun! Hmmm......"

Du Heng saw that the old road was about to sink to the bottom, so he reached out and carried him up.

Lao Dao was lying on the ice, spitting water in his mouth and coughing incessantly. His body trembled violently, and he seemed to be about to freeze to death.

"Say it." Du Heng stepped on Lao Dao's frozen fingers.

"Ouch! Don't step on it! Don't step on it! This spell was given by Ge Jun to Poor Dao, and Poor Dao was fortunate to help Ge Jun a little favor that day, so Ge Jun gave this spell as a thank you. But who knew that he was robbed by Qu Jun later, as for what he did, it was none of his business. ”

"It's all related to so many immortals, you old thing has a lot of face." Du Heng grinded his feet.

"Ouch! Wherever, wherever it is, it's just a good karma......"

Du Heng calculated in his heart that although eight out of ten sentences of this old way were false, what he said later did not seem to be lying. If this curse is really under Ge Jun, it will really be a bit troublesome.

"Du Jun, if the monks don't speak, the poor Dao won't lie to you," Lao Dao slowly pulled his hand from the soles of Du Heng's feet, "It's amazing that you can find here, you must know that at the end of the rainbow is a door that turns the tide, and this is already a bitter cold place in the far north." The fish in this 10,000-year-old glacial lake are a good product for enhancing cultivation. Poor Dao will give this fish to Du Jun today, and it can be regarded as a relationship with Du Jun! ”

"Humph! Fall in love with others everywhere," Du Heng glanced at the fish basket and remembered the mushrooms on Liubo Mountain, "Lao Tzu is not rare." ”

Du Heng just turned around, but found that his feet were empty, and the old way disappeared again at some point! He hurriedly flew around to search, where was there still the shadow of the old way.

Du Heng's heart was cold, it was broken!

He flew back to the Twisting Qiankun Gate that he had just entered, and found that there was only a bare stone wall left, and there was no door left!