Lin Chengda heard the direction of Red Phoenix City, wrapped the dried beef with a black sword on his back, asked the innkeeper for a pot of water, and set off early in the morning.

The sun hides behind the clouds after showing its face in the morning, and it looks like a heavy rain will follow. This is not good news for Lin Chengke, although the weather will be much cooler, but if it really rains heavily, he will become a soup chicken.

Lin Cheng walked on the road, in fact, it was no longer a road, and few people had walked in this direction over the years, so this road had almost been abandoned.

The Red Phoenix was destroyed by fire a hundred years ago, and Lin Chengyue walked forward and saw more and more traces left by the fire.

Even if after a hundred years, the vegetation has regrown, and the fallen leaves have covered the ground layer after layer, but the remains of ancient trees are lying on the ground, and Lin Cheng brushes off the moss on them, and the traces of the fire a hundred years ago are displayed in front of him.

Further on, the air is getting hotter and drier, yes, hot. Although the clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, the air was not as moist as it should have been before the rain. Lin Cheng's mood also became dull.

The trees gradually thinned out, and the mountain forests were replaced by low bushes, and Lin Cheng did not expect to see a desert-like scene in such a place. These shrubs are unfriendly, and although they don't have thorns, their dead branches are sharper than knives. Lin Cheng was scratched several scars without paying attention, and he could only walk around.

Passing through the shrubland, the road is blocked by a dry river. Lin Cheng looked forward, about two miles wide from the opposite bank, and did not see a bridge nearby, so he could only pass under the river. There is a green belt in the center of the river, and I don't know if there is still an uninterrupted flow of water.

Lin Cheng jumped down the river, and there was a large pebble on the side, and his feet were panicked when he stepped on it. The river has dried up, and there is no water but there is a wind current, which is not known if this is a precursor to rain or because of the topography of the river.

Near the center of the river, small grass began to grow on the ground, which was the "green belt" that Lin Cheng saw on the bank. However, although there was little grass, there was no water, and the land was much wetter than the place where I had walked before, and there should be a dark river underneath it. Originally, I thought that if the river had not completely dried up, there should be a silt swamp in the center, and Lin Cheng would have to waste a lot of effort to get there, so it would be much more convenient.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it was not yet noon, but the sky was darker than dusk.

Lin Cheng climbed onto the riverbank and was greeted by a "field". He almost thought it was a wheat field planted by the people around Red Phoenix City, but it was impossible.

It's just waist-deep weeds with golden leaves that mistake wheat for wheat that is about to ripen.

In the folk story, there is a sacred mountain where immortals live, mortals are not allowed to enter, and the mountain is foggy all year round, and its peak cannot be seen.

At the foot of the mountain flows a clear spring, and it is rumored that drinking its water often can get rid of all diseases. I heard that there were people who tried to find its source along the spring, and walked into this mountain, without exception, they got lost in the meantime, and only came out of the fog after seven days, and their expressions were decadent and trance, and they were seriously ill, and afterwards others asked them about the scenery in the mountain, but no one remembered.

Later, the mountain spring dried up, the clouds dispersed, and the holy mountain was nowhere to be seen, and beyond the hills, there was only a lake.

So there are two versions of the ending of the story about the Holy Mountain.

Some people firmly believe in the existence of the sacred mountain, and they believe that the immortals in the mountain have attained enlightenment and moved the sacred mountain, so that only a lake remains on the site of the sacred mountain.

Others believe that this is a fantasy and that there can be no immortals in the world. The spring water has dried up, and the fog has dissipated only due to geological changes and climate change, and there has never been a holy mountain in this place, only the illusion of mist rising from the lake.

Time passes, a story is a story after all, and its truth and falsehood have long been irrelevant, but occasionally become someone else's after-dinner conversation.

............

............

Mr. Ye wants to meet an old man. The old man lived on the mountainside, and the mountain floated in the clouds.

He likes the peach blossoms in this mountain the most, strolling under the trees, and the sound of the piano in the distance is graceful and continuous, like being in a dream. Many years ago, Yu told him that one day the mountains would be full of peach blossoms, and the flowers would bloom again, and the seasons would continue. At that time, Mr. Ye didn't believe it, he felt that Yu's idea was very naïve and pathetic, and the peach blossoms only bloomed in spring......

Walking out of the peach forest, there is a large pond full of steam, and the lotus flowers in the water are swaying, like a group of beauties bathing and playing in the water. There is a wooden bridge on the pond, leading to the pavilion in the center, and under the shroud of mist, the figure of the person playing the qin in the pavilion can be vaguely seen.

Mr. Ye stood by the pool, he had seen this scene countless times, and he couldn't help but feel a little tired. He walked across the wooden bridge and sat across from Yu. Yu was wearing a clean white robe, with his hair in a bun, his eyes were lightly closed, the corners of his mouth smiled indifferently, his hands stroked the piano, and his hair fluttered with the sound of the piano.

A red carp jumped out of the pond, turned into a Tingting girl, smiled and saluted Mr. Ye, and poured him a cup of tea. After Mr. Yip thanked her, she turned back into a carp and jumped into the pond.

The sound of the piano continued, and Mr. Ye sat quietly and listened, he had long been accustomed to this, and he was used to not talking to each other.

The mountain has immortals, and the mountains in this cloud are full of spiritual energy, and the demons are easy to be born. The wind spirit wandering in the forest, the yellow warbler sleeping peacefully in the treetops, the sand spirit transforming into a demon in the valley, the carp demon jumping out of the pond, the lotus flower standing in the water with buds forever, and the largest peach tree standing on the top of the mountain. While Mr. Ye was intoxicated by this beautiful paradise, he was also a little uneasy in his heart, Yu, probably the immortal in this mountain.

"I didn't think you'd wake up. At the end of another song, the sky was getting dark, and Mr. Ye suddenly said, "You said you don't like this world, and I've been worried about when you'll die." ”

Mr. Ye's gaze rarely converged on the close point, looking into Yu's eyes, trying to see through his inner thoughts.

"I love the mountain. Yu stood up and beckoned, the clouds and mist gathered in his palms, like a child playing with a toy, "I don't know why I woke up, but since I'm awake, let's play again." ”

"As a friend, to put it mildly, I'd rather you never wake up. ”

"Haha, it's excessive, but now that I've woken up, I don't want to go back to sleep for the time being. Yu bypassed Mr. Ye and sat on the bench with his back against the pavilion pillar, not knowing what to think.

"We haven't had a drink together in years, right?" Yu said to Mr. Ye.

"Nowadays for us, wine is not intoxicating, it is bland and tasteless, what is the difference between drinking water. ”

"It depends on what kind of wine it is. The red carp told me that during my years of 'fugue', you have made a lot of wine and buried it in the cellar. Yu joked, "You stole a lot of peach blossoms from me!"

"If you don't say that I have forgotten, in that case, I will go and get it, and I will have a drink with you this time. ”

......

For them, how drunk they are has nothing to do with how much they drink, it all depends on how much they want to be confused.

"You're badly hurt. ”

Mr. Ye smiled when he heard this, and drank all the wine in the cup, "Are you caring about me?"

Over the years, Mr. Ye would come to Yunzhong Mountain every once in a while to see Yu alive like a puppet, which had long become a habit for him. And Yu has always locked himself in his inner world, and has always ignored Mr. Ye's existence. I thought that the feathered into the mountain stone had no idea the warmth and coldness of human feelings, but unexpectedly, the mountain stone gradually came to life again.

"No, I don't care about you! You don't pretend to be sentimental, I care about the person who injured you, how strong he has to be!"

"Okay! when I didn't say anything. Mr. Ye glanced at him.

Yu pondered for a moment, "The night is still long, how about you tell me about your experience over the years?"

"You know, if you want to live long, you have to learn to forget a lot of things. Mr. Ye was already three points drunk, "Otherwise, if you have so many things in your head, you will go crazy." ”

"Come on, not everything can be forgotten, I'm curious who could make you like this?"

"I don't want to mention it. ”

"You really can't talk. ”

Since Mr. Ye didn't want to say, Yu didn't plan to continue asking.

"Then let's not talk, drink a bar!"

"Okay, cheers!"

Who in this world doesn't have a little heart!

............

The sun is rising, and the sun shines through the mist in this poetic fairyland. Mr. Ye waved away his drunkenness and said goodbye to Yu.

"What do you think of this cloud mountain?"

Mr. Ye had only walked a few steps when he heard Yu's voice coming.

Yu Yan asked how the mountain was, but the feeling in the qi was asking how the world was.

"It's beautiful, it's the only place in the world. Mr. Ye stopped.

"There should be a lot of people who like such a beautiful place!" Yu laughed.

"At least I like it. ”

"Then you said that it would be nice if there were all such beautiful scenery in the world!"

"I don't know, but maybe the world is like this scenery but it doesn't reflect the beauty, don't try to change anything, the world has its own order. ”

"Yes, she has her order, we are all in her order, but why can't I change anything? We are all part of her, and my thoughts are not also her will!"

"Everyone has their own ideas, is it possible that everyone has her wishes?"

"Why not! You also have conflicts, after all, one thought regulates the others, so you can dominate yourself. ”

Yu pulled out the hairpin and threw it into the pond, his long hair was scattered on his back in the wind, and he looked up at the sky, the smile on his face was still the same, and the possessiveness in his eyes was undisguised.

"If my will prevails over the will of others in the world, am I not providential!"

A moment ago, his clothes were fluttering like a fairy, but now he is arrogant and presumptuous.

"You like to toss as much as you like, I can't stop you, and I won't help you. Mr. Ye paused, "I'll take a few jars of peach blossom stuff back to quench the thirst of the little ones in my shop......"

“...... You're ruining my atmosphere like this. ”

"You talk a lot yourself......"

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The northernmost part of the Illusory Realm is a vast wasteland, occupied by darkness and cold all year round, and the environment is harsh and not suitable for mortals to survive, but it is permeated with a will of ice, which is of great benefit to cultivation and is a blessed land for cultivators. The Icelord was originally a six-winged dragon, but he has been sleeping because of his old age, but every hundred years he chooses someone to be the Icelord and rule the Icefield.

The middle of the Illusory Realm is the territory of the Long River. The Yangtze River is bordered by the ice field to the north, to the east to the sea, and to the south by the Red Phoenix with the line of Weaving Dream Mountain. Now that the Red Phoenix has been destroyed, most of the territory has been claimed by the Long River.

To the west of the river is a land of death, where there is no life for thousands of miles, and the air of death is pervasive, and few intruders can get out.

Further west around the Land of the Dead is a desert with many small tribes and constant wars. Deep in the desert is a city of quicksand, where the Lord of Quicksand is located.

The southwest of the illusory realm is the Burning Sun Territory, and the Burning Sun Territory is the closest place to the sun in the entire Illusory Realm, and they worship the sun, so it is also called the land of faith. The scorching sun and the red phoenix are separated by a Monkey Sky Mountain Range, in which there are countless demon spirits, and there are even big demons entrenched, and few people are willing to step into it. However, the scorching sun can bypass the Monkey Mountains from the north and enter the Red Phoenix, so the west side of the Red Phoenix is now owned by the scorching sun.

There are thousands of islands in the southern and eastern seas, and it is the territory of the Thousand Islands. The people of the Thousand Islands are fishmen, who are perverse and violent, bloodthirsty and warlike, and good at resisting water, and their combat power on land will decline. The destruction of the Red Phoenix made the southern coastal areas fall into the hands of the Fishmen, and countless Red Phoenix people were ruthlessly slaughtered.

......

Dream Weaving Mountain is rich in Dream Weaving Fruit, which is a spiritual object that can improve the state of mind of cultivators, but it seems that it is only effective for people in the real realm, and it is of little use to cultivators in the illusion realm.

Originally, there was a big demon and a on Dream Weaving Mountain, which fed on Dream Weaving Fruit. After discovering the benefits of the Dream Weaving Fruit, the True Realm Heavenly Palace jointly captured it and occupied the Dream Weaving Mountain to build the Dream Weaving Mountain Villa, which was guarded by a Heavenly Master.

When Mr. Ye came to Dream Weaving Villa, there were still three days before the feast started, but there were already many powerful people who came here early.

Although Tantra did not have a heavenly master born, it was still allocated five places to cross the realm, and this time Master Ban Luo led four disciples to participate in the Dream Weaving Feast, and rushed to the Dream Weaving Villa yesterday.

Living next door to Mr. Ye and his party were the people of Wanling Valley, and they had already arrived. There are two Heavenly Masters in the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, and they are divided into ten places. The Great Elder of the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls was in retreat, while the Valley Master was chasing the traitors, and this time it was the Third Elder Ouyang Lan who led the team.

"Long time no see, Mr. Ye!" The person who came was a gorgeous woman, wearing a pink dress, red lips like fire, white skin and snow, bright eyes, seductive, enchanting, a stunner.

Mr. Ye sat on the roof drinking alone, facing south, depressed in his heart.

"What's the point of drinking alone? Why don't I accompany you?" The gorgeous woman sat down next to Mr. Ye, grabbed the wine jug, and took a big sip.

"Ouyang Lan, you are still the same. Mr. Ye was quite helpless about her behavior.

"Call me Xiaolan, Ouyang Lan seems to be too much of a student!" Ouyang Lan said coquettishly.

"I'm a little tired, let's go and rest first. Mr. Ye got up and distanced himself from Ouyang Lan.

"You stop me!" Ouyang Lan coaxed in a shrill voice, "I'll run away when I see me, am I so terrible!"

"I just don't think we're too close to be appropriate. ”

"What do you think, I have long lost hope in you, and I am less sentimental!"

"Okay! I'm sorry......"

"I'm tired of hearing those three words. Ouyang Lan was affectionate, "Didn't you say that friendship lasts forever?

Mr. Ye sat down again, but a little away from Ouyang Lan. Ouyang Lan didn't move closer to Mr. Ye again.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the faces of the two people, and the shadows were stretched for a long time.

"This friend of yours is really unqualified, for so many years, he has never come to Wanling Valley to see me!" Ouyang Lan laughed self-deprecatingly.

"The friendship of gentlemen is as light as water. ”

"Nonsense!"

......

"I'm getting married. After a long time, the sun was sinking in the west, Ouyang Lan looked at the red sunset in the sky, and said lightly.

"Congratulations"

Ouyang Lan's heart seemed to be pinched by something, but she quickly returned to indifference, and she was already used to it, didn't she.

"Hehe, you believe everything I say!" Ouyang Lan looked at Mr. Ye, smiling brightly, as if she was just joking, but her eyes were soaked with tears, who wants to listen to your blessings!

"Yes, of course. ”

There was a long silence between the two.

"He loves me very much, just like ......" Looking at Mr. Ye's indifferent eyes, Ouyang Lan still stopped the next words - just like I love you.

It is a hundred times more painful for cultivators to let go of their attachments than ordinary people, because their memories and feelings are more unforgettable, and they are more persistent.

"I think I should go, or that little creature in your room will tear me apart. Ouyang Lan already understood, no, in fact, she had always understood, but she was just lucky. This time, it's time to let go completely!

Mr. Ye didn't understand......!

After Ouyang Lan left, Mr. Ye slowly raised his right hand and gently stroked it on his heart, but this heart, it was cold and thin by nature! No one noticed that in the air, a trace of black lines spread out like ink marks, and Mr. Ye's back hung down and was old, his hair was graying, and he was full of twilight.

"Alas~" After a long sigh, Mr. Ye returned to his original state and drank all the wine in the jug, as if nothing had happened.

......

"Brother, who is that shameless old woman!" Miss Mu asked angrily.

"Uncle Ye, is she your old friend, why have I never heard you mention it?"

"She's a friend of mine, don't be rude. ”

"Is it just a friend?" asked Miss Mu in disbelief.

"Or else? She's here to tell me that she's going to get married. ”

"That's it! I don't like her way anyway! Uncle Ye, what kind of woman you want to find has to be screened by me, otherwise I won't be happy!" Liu Yujie said, looking at Miss Mu provocatively.

"What does it matter to you that my brother is looking for a woman!"

"Of course it's my business, he's my uncle, and the woman I'm looking for in the future is my aunt, you say it's none of my business!"

Miss Mu glanced at Mr. Ye with inquiring eyes, as if asking, is it really like Liu Yujie said, you have to get her consent to find a woman?

"I didn't say I'm going to find you an uncle, what do children care. Mr. Ye rubbed Liu Yujie's head and said, "You two go to Zhuangzi for a walk, but don't make trouble." ”

......

In these years, he has been in charge of the Confucian Tu Heavenly Master, who is not as famous as other Heavenly Masters in the True Realm, but he is known as a saint in the Illusion Realm and is quite influential.

Master Tu Tian has been in retreat for two years, and this time the Dream Weaving Feast will be seated by him