"Jiang Yao, let's go, thanks to you, Bu Zhou Shan can show it." Yang Jinghui looked at Jiang Yao with excitement.

But the two did make a difficulty. Between the mountains, there is only a thin line of separation. And this section of the mountain is exceptionally steep. It is difficult for ordinary people to go up, and even Yang Jinghui, who has a physique beyond ordinary people and knows the Dao, is still thinking about it.

"Brother Yang, didn't you say that 'Zhou' is a complete meaning, and 'not Zhou' is an incomplete meaning? Then let's go outside, and there will definitely be an infertile boundary around the bottom of the mountain, so we can just climb up. At this time, Jiang Yao thought more thoughtfully, perhaps because Yang Jinghui's idea of going to the Divine Mountain was much stronger than Jiang Yao's, and his thoughts were confused.

"Okay, let's go out and have a look." Yang Jinghui nodded.

The two didn't hesitate any longer, and looked for a way up the mountain around Zhou Shan. After all, Jiang Yao's guess was right, this Buzhou Mountain can be described as potholes, rugged, one hundred and ten meters away, there is an extremely obscure and narrow path, the mountain road is overgrown with fluffy weeds, and the road is almost sealed. Yang Jinghui, who was still keen, found at a glance that a yellow charm ignited the fire and burned the grass to find the way.

The two walked along the road, and the sky at this time was completely devoid of rain, but on the sacred mountain, there was the same infinite vitality contained in the rain vapor as the barren mountain.

In the end, the fate of heaven is here, the endless heavy rain continues to fall, and Jiang Yao, the son of the chosen one, came down to the barren mountain by mistake, which happens to be the key to opening the sacred mountain. Buzhou Mountain is named after the water god who works together, and the rain corresponds to the water god, which is the key to opening the mountain.

The two walked on the mountain, although they had been full for many days, Jiang Yao's body had a wonderful sense of recovery that was almost the same as the previous déjà vu. Even, even the physical strength consumed for many days is gradually recovered at this time, and the mountain climbing is not tired.

After going up, Jiang Yao asked Yang Jinghui, who had been studying for a long time: "Brother Yang, can this deep mountain restore our physical strength?" ”

"It should be, I have seen in ancient books that when mortals go to the sacred mountain, there will be unexpected effects. And this Buzhou Divine Mountain, it is rumored in our Dao Gate that it is indeed the path of mortals to the sky. As for the modern people's claim that Buzhou Mountain is located in the Kunlun lineage, we disagree, and it is purely set up for the purpose of propagating science and resisting superstition. Buzhou Mountain is really erratic, even illusory, and there is no definite way to find it. Yang Jinghui slowed down his pace slightly and explained patiently.

And as the wild grass became more and more lush, Yang Jinghui had to take out the charm again, and recited silently in his heart, attracting the sun to burn the grass. The countless weeds in the path of the sheep's intestines spread away like a fiery snake, and as the spells were exhausted, the yellow talisman turned to ashes, and stopped spreading.

At this time, the two of them were also covered with dust, and they had to stop cleaning up. The two sat on the mountain road, took off their shoes, and rested on the blue-black rocks and knocked hard, scattering the dust.

"Jiang Yao, go up harder. It should be just right not far ahead. Yang Jinghui pointed to the top of the mountain in front of him and said.

"But why do we have to go to this sacred mountain?" Jiang Yao still couldn't sit on the ground, and put aside his calm thoughts after being full of enthusiasm, but Yang Jinghui was speechless for a while.

"We, at least I can hope to find a higher and stronger Dao Technique Dao Method, which can bring the Dao from the legendary Heavenly Realm to the human world, what about you?" Yang Jinghui said after being silent.

"Me? I don't know, maybe the only hope is to be able to get clues about grandma. Jiang Yao persuaded himself.

"Don't forget that you are still a mountain keeper of Zhoushan, and you have to unravel the secrets that you have guarded for thousands of years for your sect. Okay, now that we're halfway there, what if we go up and take a look? Yang Jinghui said with a smile and pulled Jiang Yao up.

As soon as he mentioned the old man guarding the mountain, Jiang Yao was extremely silent, and after getting up, he just followed Yang Jinghui all the way.

Rushing without a word will only speed up the process, from one-half to two-thirds, getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain. At this time, the mountain road has gradually become clear, showing one bluestone slab step after another, the steps are extremely wide, even if a person lies on it, he will not be aggrieved.

Jiang Yao fantasized about whether it was really like a fantasy drama, and there would really be a flash of golden light on the top of the mountain, which was incomparably bright and led to the gate of the heavenly realm.

But the more cranky a person is, the more likely it is to have problems. When Jiang Yao inadvertently looked back at the gray python, he found that the bluestone slabs were lined up one by one, which meant that Jiang Yao and the two of them were not walking up the mountain, but down the mountain. But when you look ahead, you really go up the mountain.

"Brother Yang, something is wrong." Jiang Yao quickened his pace, stepped up to the same step as Yang Jinghui, grabbed him and said.

"What's wrong, Yaoko?" Yang Jinghui asked with great interest.

"Look at the road we've traveled." Jiang Yao turned his head and pointed to the road behind him and said.

"No problem." Yang Jinghui was at a loss because the roads he saw were indeed lined up from the bottom up.

"However, when I look at it myself, it is from the top down." What Jiang Yao saw was the same as Yang Jinghui, and it was pale to explain.

"Okay, Jiang Yao, you must have read it wrong, maybe this sacred mountain has such a wonderful thing? Let's go, it's coming soon. Yang Jinghui shook his head with a smile and continued to walk up a step.

"Brother Yang, are you in the music?" After walking a few steps, Jiang Yao asked again.

"I hear you." This time the two are on the same channel.

The music Jiang Yao said came from the top of the mountain not far in front of him, a strong and vigorous horn sound and a firm and majestic drum beat as dense as raindrops.

The power of music is great, and this ancient Chinese music, is even more shocking, the two of them have gone all the way, has recovered to the extreme physical strength, at this time under the lure of music, more energetic, step by step to rush to the top of the mountain.

When it is only dozens of steps away from the top of the mountain, under the sound of trumpets and drums, there are more shouts of ancient warriors who bravely kill the enemy. The shouting intensified, as if thousands of people were on the top of this small mountain, and the sound drowned out the sound of trumpets and drums.

"Are we going to step forward?" Jiang Yao felt bad in his heart.

"Even if you come to this place, you will be fine with me." Unlike Jiang Yao, Yang Jinghui heard the meaning of welcome in this shout, and walked towards the mountain with more interest.