"This is Lao Ding's grave. Jian Que stood behind Mo Chen and said in a deep voice, "Let me say a few words to the old fellow." ”

Mo Chen nodded, and then stood sideways. Jian Que took three steps forward, came to the grave and sat cross-legged on the ground. He reached out to wipe the mold from the wooden sword, revealing the name engraved on it. Then he took out a thick bamboo tube from his arms, twisted his hands slightly, and a fragrant and rich smell of wine overflowed.

"Lao Ding, I haven't come to see you for a few days, look at what I brought you. Jian Que shook the bamboo tube, and then slowly poured the wine in the bamboo tube in front of the grave.

As he poured, he muttered to himself, "This is what I brewed using the method you left behind, I don't know if it suits your taste." In the years since you left, I've tried it, but sure enough, I still don't like alcohol, and today this wine is all cheaper for you. ”

After that, a tube of bamboo wine was also poured, he buried the bamboo tube in front of the grave, and then got up: "Okay, I won't tell you more, I have to go." Wait for me, old man. ”

Mo Chen on the side watched this scene quietly, he didn't speak, because he didn't want to disturb the people in front of him.

"Let's go, pay attention to follow my steps, although there is only one road, but if you take the wrong step, you may be trapped in the forest. Jian Que turned back to Mo Chen and said, then turned around and walked slowly along the path, Mo Chen looked at Jian Que's calm figure, sighed softly, and then bowed to the lonely grave, turned around and followed.

The mountain road is rugged, the mountains and forests are dense, the two of them are not in a hurry to walk on the road up the mountain, the top of their heads is the canopy of trees, blocking the sunlight tightly, although occasionally a little mottled sprinkled, but it is difficult to illuminate the scenery in the forest.

Between the misty mountains, forests and grasses, there was a sound of rustling from time to time, and as soon as the ink dust was swept away, I saw many insects and snakes wandering in the forest, and some animal bones were scattered around, adding a lot of gloomy atmosphere to the already lifeless mountain forest.

Jian Que was not distracted, he walked ahead, and there seemed to be some strange patterns in the place where he stood. Mo Chen didn't dare to slack off, and carefully walked along the place where the sword was missing.

The two of them walked one after the other for half an hour, and wherever Mo Chen's mind could reach, he would notice some hidden enchantment traps blocking in front of them from time to time. It's just that the sword lacks as if he can predict the prophet, and every time he takes the ink dust one step ahead of him to avoid the trap.

"Jian Que senior, is there anything special about the road up the mountain?" Mo Chen jumped out with Jian Que, just as he crossed a trap barrier, and after landing on the ground, he asked knowingly.

In fact, Mo Chen was also quite puzzled, Jian Que obviously didn't have the mental power in his body, how did he find these traps in advance?

"It's not a big deal, it's just that there are a lot of hidden traps laid in advance along the way, and we have to go around a little bit. Otherwise, if you accidentally step into it, you will have to be trapped for a while, although there is no worry about your life, but it is always annoying. ”

As he spoke, Jian Que bent down and picked up a fist-sized stone on the ground, stretched out his hand and threw it into the distance, only to see the stone fly out in an arc, but it suddenly disappeared when it was about to land.

"These hidden traps are vulgar enchantments that only need to be formed by placing the necessary things in a certain direction. Jian Que patted the dirt on his hands, turned his head and said to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen nodded clearly, and then said: "I haven't found anything abnormal along the way, and the predecessors should be familiar with the principles of Qimen Dunjia, so they should be able to take the lead." ”

The formation of the enchantment, most of them rely on Qimen Dunjia, the principle of Zhou Tian's gossip, the lack of swords can take the lead in the candle, and avoid them one by one, I think he should know some knowledge of Qimen Dunjia.

"Hehe" Jian Que listened to Mo Chen's words, but scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I stepped on it a lot, and I just remembered the position. ”

Mochen is interested, and he doesn't ask more.

After an hour, the dense woods gradually thinned out, and the view around them widened, and the two of them no longer looked like they were seeing the light of day, and the path under their feet disappeared, replaced by a huge fractured stone cliff in front of them.

Jian Que pointed to the cliff in front of him and said, "On this cliff is the destination of our trip." ”

Mochen looked up, the cliff was 100 meters high, the surface was smooth like a mirror, and there was no place to borrow force.

As if seeing Mo Chen's doubts, Jian Que stretched out his hand and pointed to the small gap on the west side of the cliff, and said loudly: "Usually I want to go up, but I can only take a detour from here, but if I make a detour, I will have to delay for an hour." With you this time, I don't think I need to be so troublesome. ”

"If you can't even go up this little cliff, let's hurry back the way we came. Mochen smiled.

"Then there's work. Jian Que took out a long rope from his arms, tied one end to his waist, handed the other end to Mo Chen, and then reached out and made a gesture of invitation.

Mo Chen grabbed the rope and stepped forward, looked up and measured the height approximately, and then jumped up, his body suddenly rising to a height of more than ten meters. When his castration was about to end, the ink sword on his waist was instantly unsheathed, and it was inserted into the mountain wall with a bang, and the ink dust kicked the hilt of the sword with both feet, and his body surged up again.

When his second ascent was about to end, the ink sword that was originally inserted in the mountain wall quietly disappeared and condensed in front of him again.

After repeating this technique several times, Mochen landed on the cliff with his feet on the ground.

After landing, Mochen reached out and pulled the long rope in his hand, and Jian Que stepped on the mountain wall, and then Mochen quickly stepped on the cliff with a single effort.

After standing firmly, Jian Que untied the rope, walked to Mochen's side in three or two steps, and found a clean stone to sit down.

"On the top of this mountain, there is such a strange scene. Mo Chen muttered, at this time, in front of him, there was a calm lake covering an area of several hectares, and on the surface of the water, eight blood-red flags were distributed among them, and the flags were shaking violently against the mountain wind, and they were making a grinning sound.

"This is what I mentioned before, the barrier 'Eight Yin Heavenly Protection' set up in front of the entrance, and only by breaking this obstacle can we enter the lair of evil creatures. Jian Que sat aside and explained.

Mo Chen's mind swept away, and found that the calm lake in front of him was all an illusion, and where the mind swept through, there was no lake, but just a mess of rocks.

It seems that everything is the ghost of the eight blood-red banners.

Just thinking about it, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and the originally calm mountain top was wrapped in a faint mist at some point, and there was obviously a cold mountain wind that kept whistling, but it couldn't blow the fog.

"It's coming. Jian Que clenched the long sword in his hand, got up and walked to Mo Chen's side and reminded softly.

Just as the two of them were concentrating on vigilance, the surrounding fog began to converge violently towards the place where the two of them were, and the fog, which was originally just as thin as cooking smoke, became terrifyingly thick in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the two of them seemed to have fallen into the zenith clouds, and their eyes could only see a kilometer in front of them.