Wanbei Mountain is not only one peak, but there is a towering main peak in it, surrounded by five peaks, the name of four of them is Jiangdong, Mobei, Southern Xinjiang, Central Plains, the main peak has no name, and the name of the last peak is unknown. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The blood-colored inscription on the mountain exudes the blood qi of the sky, this blood qi is not the scarlet turbid qi on the blood pool of the Yin corpse, nor the pure blood qi on the blood path pool, but the iron-blooded battle qi condensed by the soul of the heroic martyrs! As far as the eye can see, there are often countless figures floating in the blood, as if marching to fight on the battlefield, and faintly you can hear the roar of the wind, cheering for the blood.

Duan Pingsheng stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the top of the mountain, full of blood-colored monuments, some of which were written by him himself!

"Lord Wang, it's not too early, you can eat first!"

Jia Longyang walked to his side and said softly, all the way, the time was noon, and the people accompanying him were tired and exhausted, looking at the majestic mountains and dizzy eyes, so he decided to worship after the meal.

Duan Pingsheng nodded lightly, and suddenly saw a figure standing in the distance, so he beckoned him to summon him, and Daoist Shengtong, who was dressed as a Taoist priest, hurriedly walked over and congratulated: "Wang Yefu has a great life, and he has returned safely from danger, which is really gratifying!" ”

"Without further ado, come over to dine with this king first, there are some things I want to ask you."

Daoist Shengtong had heard that Duan Pingsheng was coming to Wanbei Mountain, he rushed here from his Taoist temple early in the morning to wait, at this time his stomach was empty, and when he heard Duan Pingsheng's invitation, he followed with a smile.

During the meal, Duan Pingsheng asked, "Daoist Shengtong, do you know where Hanshan Temple is now?" ”

The Hanshan Temple in Duan Pingsheng's mouth is not the Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, Shengtong Daoist thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered: "What the prince said is the Hanshan Temple built by the Buddha Yin monk?" ”

Duan Pingsheng nodded heavily, when crisscrossing the country, the Buddha Yin monk was his right-hand man, before he finally killed himself by the river, the Buddha Yin monk led the elite of the martial king back to Youzhou, and according to the agreement between the two, established a Hanshan Temple. However, to Duan Pingsheng's surprise, Li Jiangnan did not have the figure of Hanshan Temple in his memory, if there was no news before the January killing, then the important backhand he left behind would be reduced to empty talk.

Daoist Shengtong shook his head slightly: "Lord Wang, Hanshan Temple was abandoned decades ago, and all the monks disappeared before the night, and they disappeared without a trace. ”

"Oh?"

Duan Pingsheng frowned slightly, for him, this was extremely grim bad news.

Shengtong Taoist continued: "At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Emperor weakened the military power of various places, and the Buddha Seal monk disappeared from the world after assisting Li Weimin to sit on the throne, some people say that he sat down and became a Buddha, some people say that he is still alive in the world, but in the decades of the poor Taoist meditation, I have never seen the appearance of this person, and the Hanshan Temple is also completely deserted!" ”

"Really?"

Duan Pingsheng nodded lightly, his eyes flickered, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and then Xu suddenly interjected: "It's really strange that your father and son actually care about the same issue!" ”

"Li Changfeng asked the same question many years ago, and asked me to find the whereabouts of the Hanshan monk for him."

Duan Pingsheng immediately looked at Xu Deyi, he felt that whether he could turn his back hand into reality, he could only count on this proud gentleman, but the answer given by Xu Deyi was extremely vague: "I have visited for many years, and I only found that the monks of Hanshan have not left the territory of Liaodong, but it is unknown where they are at this time." ”

How huge the territory of Liaodong is, Duan Pingsheng's eyes are slightly sunken, and he doesn't know how to look for it, but fortunately, at this time, Daoist Shengtong suddenly remembered something, and said again: "Lord, Poor Dao once went to the old site of Hanshan Temple, and saw that the couplets in front of the door were all destroyed, leaving only the left and right words!" ”

"Speak quickly!"

Daoist Katsu said in a deep voice: "Go, stay." ”

Duan Pingsheng nodded thoughtfully, he firmly believed that everything has cause and effect, otherwise that senior would not ask the same question inexplicably.

After the meal, Duan Pingsheng asked Jia Longyang to bring a black box, which contained ice cubes and sealed Helan's head.

The rest of the entourage scattered and climbed several hills with memorial objects to find their relatives, while the people of the palace set about setting up two martyrs' monuments. Wu Heita, dressed in filial piety clothes, personally carried the martyr's monument of Wu Zhibao, a veteran soldier of Jiangdong, and walked step by step to the mountain called "Jiangdong", Duan Pingsheng and others followed him, and finally stopped halfway up the mountain.

From the top of the mountain from the foot of the mountain, representing the original status of the martyr's monument from high to the end, originally with Wu Zhibao's rank, can only be placed at the foot of the mountain, but Duan Pingsheng came to him to posthumously seal an official position, so a narrow open space was selected in the middle of the mountainside, and everyone worked together to break ground, and finally placed the martyr's monument on Jiangdong Mountain.

The moment the monument was erected, a figure flew out of it, and Wu Heita, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at Wu Zhibao's vague figure, and immediately burst into tears, crying silently.

The little stool comforted: "Brother Heita, don't be sad, Uncle Wu wants to see you practice martial arts well and finally become famous." ”

Wu Heita nodded heavily, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and watched Wu Zhibao's figure fly into the sky and escape into the blood clouds.

The Jiangdong Banner Soul residing in the body of the bamboo dragon felt inexplicably, it gently opened its mouth and let out a silent chirp, and in an instant, the blood clouds in the air rolled endlessly, as if welcoming Wu Zhibao's arrival.

Later, everyone sent the unknown Southern Xinjiang general to the top of the Southern Xinjiang Mountain, and at the moment when the monument fell to the ground, the resolute old man who was dead also showed a vague figure.

Before he flew into the air, he took a deep look at Duan Pingsheng, his lips moved, and he didn't know what he was saying, but Duan Pingsheng immediately received a system prompt, and after a closer look, it turned out that the special task "Veteran's Legacy" he received had changed.

In the mission statement, there is an extra sentence of explanation -

Peach Blossom Temple in the depths of Taoyuan!

Duan Pingsheng couldn't figure it out, so he could only put it aside for the time being, and the top priority was to suppress Helan's head in the black ice box at the foot of Wanbei Mountain!

As for the method of suppression, it must be carried out at the top of the mountain, this time, Duan Pingsheng did not bring many people, only let the white-clothed shadow guard and Xu Deyi follow him, the three of them walked along the stairs, and gradually walked to the top of the main peak, and at this time, at the foot of the mountain, two groups of people decided to leave.

Zhang Yu, who was tired and half dead, almost fainted when he walked to the foot of Wanbei Mountain, even if he took advantage of the meal break to rest for a while, he was still weak and pale. Zhang Yu coveted the soft cushions in the carriage and was reluctant to take another step, but the old Confucian decided to climb the mountain himself.

Zhang Dagongzi, who has confirmed that he has received a good evaluation, is silent, thinking that this son is finally relieved, you old man loves to walk, and this son will not accompany him!

However, as soon as he wanted to lie down in the carriage and take a good rest, he heard Mr. Qiu Zhi say coldly: "If you follow the old man to the top of the mountain, I will give you a good review!" ”

Excellent review!

Zhang Yu immediately jumped up from the cushion, but because he was too excited, he forgot that there was an injury on his foot, and his head slammed on the roof of the car, and he immediately wailed and fell back on the cushion, he endured the dizziness in his mind, gritted his teeth and asked, "What Mr. said is true?" ”

Mr. Qiu Zhi did not answer, leaving him with a back that was gradually drifting away.

Zhang Yu couldn't help but start thinking about the pros and cons, if he could get a good evaluation from Mr. Qiuzhi, then it was almost a sure thing for him to get the mantle of the master, that guy still can't forget what Rausch is a demon girl, it will definitely disappoint the elders, he lifted the curtain, poked his head out, took in the entire Wanbei Mountain, swallowed his saliva, jumped out of the carriage with a hard heart, gritted his teeth and endured the pain on the soles of his feet, and limped to follow.

The big husband has something to do and something not to do!

I, Zhang Yu, have to climb this mountain today!

Another wave of people, naturally refers to the human slaughter and the thief king Han smiled, the blood mystery has always been the old god at the foot of the mountain, and did not directly move on the blood cloud in the sky, as if everything is under control, but the thief king knows that the human slaughter is quietly condensing his momentum, feeling the situation of the blood cloud, and looking at his appearance, he seems to be extremely satisfied with this blood cloud.

Han Xiao became more and more apprehensive in her heart, the closer she got to Wanbei Mountain, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart, she guessed that it might be related to the exercises she had just practiced, in order to alleviate this feeling, she quietly recited the Buddhist scriptures she got in the buried library, and the situation finally improved.

Call!

Han Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the impatience from his heart, followed the thief king, and was held hostage to the top of the mountain.

Blood Xuanji stared at Duan Pingsheng's back, and sneered in his heart: "Li Weimin's descendants, I won't let go of any of them!" ”

The small stool that returned to the foot of the mountain saw the back of Ren Tu, and the half-cut Seagod Needle in his hand moved quietly, making his little brow suddenly wrinkle, he looked around, wanting to say what he found, but looking left and right, whether it was Huangsha Daojun or Shengtong Dao Chang and others, there was no way to change the situation. He suddenly remembered the conversation between Brother Jiangnan and the teacher when he was on the road, and he knew in his heart that the two should have known about the danger a long time ago.

Nodding slightly, the little stool was a little calm, but the little stick told him that there was a person who was secretly watching him, the little stool followed the guidance and looked, and saw a big shiny bald head in the sky, the little stool couldn't help but rub his eyes, and looked again, the bald head really disappeared, he thought he was dazzled, but the bald smile was vivid, and the little stick also swore that he was not wrong.

This made the little stool puzzled.

Even Xu Deyi didn't see this scene, if he had noticed it early, I was afraid that he would immediately fly to the sky and behead the monk.

Duan Pingsheng stood on the top of Wanbei Mountain, with a circular altar at his feet, in fact, the original role of Wanbei Mountain was to build Dengxian Terrace, but for various reasons, it was finally selected in Longmian Mountain.

Unlike Dengxiantai, Duan Pingsheng can control this altar without going through the dragon's eye, and this is also a secret that he did not reveal to future generations!

Standing on the altar, Duan Pingsheng's mind is united, at this time, he seems to be standing in the land of Liaodong Wanbei Mountain, looking at thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, sheltering Youzhou from the wind and rain.

The blood clouds on the top of the mountain suddenly surged wildly, making the Jiangdong Banner Soul in the bamboo dragon's body feel a unique aura, it couldn't help but open its mouth, wanting to absorb these blood qi, but Duan Pingsheng's will told it that here, it was not allowed to be presumptuous, and the gradual approach of that figure made it so frightened that it hid in Duan Pingsheng's clothes, only revealing a small head, and secretly looked at the masked man Tu.

Ren Tu noticed Zhulong's gaze, and the corners of his mouth sneered: "You, after all, is my thing, no matter where you flee, you can't escape from my palm!" ”

Blood Xuanji raised his forehead and watched the wind and clouds surging in the sky, urging the thief king and Han Xiao to speed up their pace, he wanted to absorb the will and blood of the hundred-year-old soldiers in the Martial King Army into his body when Duan Pingsheng opened the Ten Thousand Monuments Great Array!

"Once this piece of blood qi is completely fused, I can build another blood path pool, and after obtaining that thing, I can even become a land immortal with this mutilated body at the cost of sacrificing the bamboo dragon! When the time comes, I will definitely kill the Yin Corpse Sect and shatter that Yin Corpse Yama into ten thousand pieces! ”

Ren Tu secretly gritted his teeth, the two corpses of the rare book were forcibly taken away, like a slap to his face, if it was fifty years ago, he would definitely kill the Yin Corpse Sect without leaving a chicken dog, but now the strength of the old ghost of Yama has increased greatly, and he doesn't even know what secret he is planning, Ren Tu has to be fully prepared, and catch the thief king and Han Xiao, so as to force out the Xuanqi in the Ten Thousand Monument Mountain, so that he is extremely happy and shouts "Heaven will not kill me".

Ren Tu asked the king of thieves why he knew about this, because even several martial kings did not know much about Wanbei Mountain, and the king of thieves explained vaguely, which did not relieve his doubts, but made him firm in his determination to take away the blood cloud.

Ren Tu glanced at the back of the thief king without a trace, and said secretly in his heart: "This little thief is a little weird, even I can't see it for a while, I have to find a chance to interrogate him well, maybe I can get more surprises." ”

As the human slaughter approached, Duan Pingsheng and Xu Deyi became more and more calm, because he knew that he was already invincible, and the latter's discerning eyes saw an existence that others could not see.

At this time, he had just crossed the mountainside with Mr. Qiuzhi, and the old Confucian was still nimble in his legs and feet, but Zhang Yu felt that every staircase in front of him was as difficult to cross as a mountain.

He felt that his legs no longer belonged to him, his eyes were full of stars, and he couldn't breathe, but for some reason, he was able to always take extremely mechanical steps, and he was not left far behind by Mr. Qiuzhi.

"When I get to the top of the mountain, I must sleep well, even if it is windy and rainy, I don't want to let my son move the place."

Zhang Yu relied on a vicious aura that was not a bad breath, and he burst out with a more powerful momentum, he always followed behind the old Confucian scholar, and even set foot on the top of the mountain not long after Ren Tu and others climbed to the top of the mountain.

Ha...... Ha......

Zhang Yu laughed miserably, at this time, he completely ignored his identity, closed his eyes as if he was on the ground.

However, a breeze blew, Zhang Dagongzi felt that his whole body was extremely light, he couldn't help but open his eyes, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, because unconsciously, he was actually swept into the air by the wind, and the blood-colored clouds that had previously covered the sky were dazzling golden at this time.

For a while, Zhang Yu, who was in a golden palace, was in disbelief.

Over here...... Is it still Wanbei Mountain?