It took a whole day, and I saw the sun go down, and the mountain road was going harder. They raised their heads and watched as the round sun sank towards the outline of a mountain with a gap. The backlit mountain was pitch black, like a monster with a wide open mouth, swallowing egg yolks and letting the sun fall in.

If you walk at night on an ordinary mountain, beware of fierce beasts that can attack at any time and travel at night. If you are a person with a quick reaction and strong martial arts, this is not a difficult task. But Eating Moon Mountain is different, depending on how good you are, if you take it lightly because of fatigue, you step on it and roll down the mountain, I don't know where people will hang. Even if you're lucky enough to be strong enough to not fall out of the way, it's enough to feel frustrated to climb back to the previous height.

After deliberating, they decided to find a place to rest and leave at dawn. No one wants to give an account of their lives before meeting the colt who doesn't know if it's a human or a ghost. Everyone didn't know what monsters would lurk here, Bai Ya held a torch and temporarily left the team to explore the way, trying to find a suitable place to rest.

After walking some distance, he came to a place with many trees. These trees are not dense, crooked, and all are relatively thin. The thickest one can easily wrap around a person's arms and grab the wrist. Perhaps the mountain is too steep for the soil to be deposited too thick for the trees to absorb more nutrients. But it's already relatively flat, otherwise the seeds of the trees wouldn't have gathered in this area.

Maybe it's more appropriate here. Bai Ya held a torch in one hand and stomped his foot vigorously to assess the thickness of the soil. But since there are trees, there may be some beasts lurking in the vicinity as well. As soon as he thought of this, he heard a slight rustling sound in front of him. The voice is so faint that it is impossible to hear without careful listening. He stared warily ahead, his other hand already turned back and rested on the hilt of his sword. He cautiously moved forward, step by step, holding his breath, cautiously listening to the movement ahead.

The sound of squirting reappeared, a little farther away than before. In the faint moonlight, he could see a small patch of low bushes ahead, perhaps something walking by. It may not be a large animal, but he can't let go of the slightest potential risk. What's more, he sensed an unusual chill. This chilly chill is even more special than the mountain itself. The mountains are natural, and the chilling aura is like a sharp blade made of cold iron.

This coolness flickered, making Bai Ya guess clearly. It's not demonic...... So what could it be?

As he approached, the aura showed no signs of moving. As he got closer, he was already in the bushes. The friction between the cloth and the blades was impossibly unnoticed. But the other party still did not move, perhaps the source was not afraid of him.

Bai Ya was sure that he had found the source of the cold, but there was nothing here. It couldn't have been any further, he felt incredible. As he was wandering in place, a leaf fell from his eyes.

But now there is no wind.

Bai Ya noticed something unusual, and suddenly raised his head, and suddenly a figure that was originally standing on the branch fell down with a "swish". Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately drew his knife and slashed over. The blade carried a whistling wind.

Then it came to an abrupt end.

The current situation was something he categorically did not expect. It's a man - who knows, and the mountain ghost can't tell. His feet were hooked on the branches, and he hung upside down, his long hair almost touching the ground, but he didn't touch it. The tree was tall, and his face was still above Bai Ya, but he stretched out two fingers as thin as dead wood, easily gripping the pure black blade. It was like a black knife slashing into the slender white wood, motionless.

"Who?"

Bai Ya lowered his voice, not wanting to alarm his friend, even though he had gone far enough. Rather than being a person, he prefers to believe that the upside-down thing hanging in front of him may be the lonely ghost of Moon-Eating Mountain. His lead-gray hair was long and thick, and his eyes were dark and hollow, staring straight at him like two holes. But Bai Ya was sure that he saw a dim, golden aura in that pair of eyes.

It's like the moon on the third day of August.

He must have seen this similar sense of light—from Shui Wujun's eyes. Moreover, he hadn't seen it for a long time.

"You ......"

The man didn't speak, and the strength in Bai Ya's hand didn't slack for a moment, but he hesitated a little in his heart. The man's two fingers suddenly became stronger, parting his blade, his fingers quickly interlaced, and with a flick of his fingernails on the knife, Bai Ya's scimitar immediately let out a sharp buzz. This tremor tingling sensation went all the way to the palms of the hands, and even the whole arm and even half of the body were numb.

He took a step back, and the man immediately let go of his leg and fell from the tree. With one hand downward, he pushed himself backwards for a short distance, and his legs landed firmly on the ground. This will be kung fu, Bai Ya quickly pulled out another knife. Then the man's long, thick hair fell like a thick cloud of dust, and rested on his black feathers.

He was very tall, very tall, and on the thin side, so he looked very long. The feather weave had a white pattern on it, and its shape was indescribable, like a condensed frost and snow. The one underneath is a pale gray gown. He was wearing white stockings and clogs on his feet, how could such a suit support him to climb such a high mountain?

Bai Ya's knife was still facing him, and he didn't dare to slack off. The man craned his neck forward, like some kind of monster probing his brain, but Bai Ya didn't retreat. He reached out again and pinched the tip of his knife without fear. White frost marks spread out on the black tip of the knife, which continued to extend downward. Bai Ya's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. What's he doing? Bai Ya tried to pull the knife back, but found that it was only the contact surface of the tip of the knife, and the knife and the person had been completely solidified.

The black knife is going to turn white. But when the frost extended about two-thirds of the way to the knife, it stopped. Bai Ya found that this burst of white was also transitional, like a river that was getting thinner and thinner, and finally dried up on the hot and dry earth.

"Huh?"

The man seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"Are you the Six Realms of Impermanence?"

"Hmmm......"

"Is that you?" An unconcealable surprise appeared on Bai Ya's face, "That missing Six Realms of Impermanence...... It's you? ”

"Your knife was hit by Shui Wujun?" He tilted his head, his gaze still on the knife.

“…… Be. ”

"Who are you?" absolutely

"He was a friend of my father's. Who are you? ”

"As you can see." He spread out his other hand with an indifferent expression, "Six realms of impermanence." ”

"Which impermanence?"

"It's a good knife." Ignoring Bai Ya's question, this impermanence said, "Do you believe it, if it is an ordinary piece of iron, if I use a little force on my nails, it will shatter into ice slag?" ”

"Who the hell are you?"

Hurried footsteps from far and near. Needless to say, he must have disappeared for too long, and his friends found him. He was worried that this madman-like Six Realms of Impermanence would attack them—after all, Bai Ya knew that not all Impermanent Ghosts would be like Shui Wujun. Among them, there may also be people who were extremely vicious in their lifetimes.

"W-Who!"

The first one to appear was Qi Huan, Bai Ya rolled his eyes, and secretly cursed in his heart that he had come to the most dish. Qi Huan was also startled, he almost didn't jump up. The impermanence just glanced at him.

"What are you doing with his knife!" Qi Huan shouted, but took a step back, "I, I tell you, he said he was going to give me those knives!" ”

“…… You fart. ”

Aoyan then stepped out of the bushes. The moment he saw the two of them, Jun Aoyan immediately crossed the Mo knife and aimed at the man of unknown origin. She was not the slightest fear, and shouted to him:

"Who are you? Why fight for no reason? ”

"Little sister, you figure it out." He didn't look at Ao Yan, his eyes were fixed on Bai Ya, but he talked to Ao Yan, "The person who faced each other first seems to be your little friend." ”

"Stay away from him!" Bai Ya said coldly, "You are not his opponent. ”

"You question me?" Aoyan was quite dissatisfied.

"Your knife is like clay in his hand."

Seeing the kung fu that was about to quarrel, Liu Shenghan didn't know when to stand behind Ao Yan and Qi Huan. She missed them and walked forward, all the way to the two facing each other. The impermanence suddenly turned his head and met her. He looked at her earnestly, frowning slightly, revealing a hint of doubt.

"Is that you?"

"Frost Moon Jun, don't come unharmed."

"You ...... Know? Ao Yan looked at the man again, "Is he the six realms of impermanence?" ”

"Frost Moon-kun? The Frost Moon King with the Demon Sword? Qi Huan seemed to know better.

"Hmm. I have recently traveled with them around the world. As for what happened, I'll tell you more about it later. Don't be embarrassed for him. Don't be angry with Bai Shaoxia, he is like this, he is always eager to try when he sees a strong martial artist...... But he has no ill will, and you don't have to be surprised. ”

Frost Moon Jun shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, and let go of his fingertips in a boring manner. White frost marks quickly retreated from the blade. He turned around, looked Liu Shenghan up and down, and said, "You are very leisurely." Do they know? Your business. ”

"They know that I am a military doctor, and I came across the sea with General Jun."

Frost Moon Jun seemed to understand something, nodded thoughtfully, and said no more.

"But why are you here?"

"I'm going...... Wu Guo is coming. Frost Moon Jun took two more steps towards Bai Ya, who didn't move, "What about you?" Why did you come to a hellish place like Mt. Eaten-Moon? Aren't you afraid of giving it to the tengu? ”

"We're passing through the country of Wu - if you don't have a choice."

Bai Ya held his head high, and there was no fear in his eyes. Frost Moon Jun is a guy with a strong sense of oppression, both in terms of body shape and aura. The coldness in his body is his unique martial arts, which can kill everything more than the harsh winter. His back was still straight, but his neck was bent down, like a snake leaning down from a high place, leaning forward tentatively. He looked at him with those frozen eyes, and a terrible smile broke out at the corners of his mouth. This smile is also like a dark snake, winding through a river of steel ice.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a well-established junior. There is a chance...... I really want to have a discussion with you. ”