But when he heard the person behind laughing, Fang Xiaotang's shoulders trembled, and when he turned around, he was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat, but he saw that the person had a short body, a red chest and a fat waist, and a white robe and crown, which was actually Zhou Zhiwen.

"Why didn't you run? offended the master and ended up betraying his relatives, right? ”

Fang Xiaotang and Zhou Zhiwen looked at each other for a moment, like two wood carvings and stone sculptures, and no one moved. Zhou Zhiwen was thinking, if Fang Xiaotang was arrested, she would be reprimanded at most, so it would be better to tease her. He was not in a hurry to make a move, anyway, with his cultivation, he wanted to take down Fang Xiaotang, but it was just a moment.

Fang Xiaotang screamed violently, turned around and ran out, like a panicked white rabbit.

Zhou Zhiwen rushed forward and grabbed her by the collar. Fang Xiaotang swooped to the left, but fortunately he was a few inches behind, he was not caught, and he escaped.

So he picked up a stone on the ground with both hands and threw it at Zhou Zhiwen with his backhand. Zhou Zhiwen only staggered half a step to dodge, the anger in his heart was even stronger, and the faster his pace became, they were only three feet apart.

Fang Xiaotang ran seven or eight meters in one breath, and suddenly found that the road ahead was a ravine, there was no way to go to him, and it was dark and steep below, and he couldn't tell whether it was a deep valley or a mountain stream. Zhou Zhiwen's figure was getting closer and closer, she panicked in her heart, and before she had time to think, she immediately jumped down.

Zhou Zhiwen came to the edge of the cliff and looked down, he didn't know how many feet he had, and he was a little panicked, didn't he force her to jump off the cliff?

Zhou Zhiwen thought about jumping down at such a height, and he was not spared, but he was unwilling, and shouted loudly at the moment: "Fang Xiaotang, Fang Xiaotang, get out." ”

Between the deep cliffs, it was empty, and only Zhou Zhiwen's voice was echoing.

Suddenly, the sound of rustling behind him came, and Zhou Zhiwen was overjoyed, thinking that it was Fang Xiaotang's movement. When the weeds parted, it was the Pope who came.

With three long hairs, a clear appearance, and a stretched robe, the Pope has the demeanor of a fairy.

At that moment, the Pope was puzzled: "Zhiwen, I heard you calling Fu Yi just now, but she is here?" ”

"Hmm...... No, the disciples are also ...... I just came out to look for it. Zhou Zhiwen sighed in his heart, but his face was silent.

If the Pope learns that he forced his disciples to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff, then according to the strict rules, he will have to shed his skin even if he does not die.

What's more, even if Zhou Zhiwen firmly believes that Fang Xiaotang may not fall to his death, but if he falls from such a high place, at least his bones will be broken, and this account will still be credited to his head.

The Pope did not doubt him, and instructed: "Well, then you should look carefully, and remember not to reproach her." In the end, it is a young and vigorous child, how can there be no fault? ”

"Yes, yes." Zhou Zhiwen responded and secretly wiped a cold sweat.

After the Pope left, Zhou Zhiwen shouted a few more times, picked up the Dao Method, drove down the clouds, looked for the traces pressed by Fang Xiaotang, and walked a few steps.

Through the faint moonlight, I suddenly saw a huge plaque surrounded by two thousand-year-old trees, with four words on it: "Kunhai Forbidden Land." ”

Inside the Kunhai Forbidden Land, there is an endless primeval forest sea. Above the forest sea is a thick mist, like a flowing liquid, changing shape, but always shrouding the entire woodland, a misty forest.

It turns out that this is the "misty land" that has been mentioned in the Shangqing Taoist Sect, and it is said that if you fall into it, you can see all kinds of mysteries, but you will lose your way and it will be difficult to come back.

Three thousand years ago, after a waste material Sassuolo stepped out of it, he gained an astonishing talent, and his cultivation shook the past and the present, and became a great power in the Cloud Sea Realm.

Zhou Zhiwen hesitated for a moment, remembering the mystery and horror here, he didn't dare to step forward, and only shouted loudly: "Fang Xiaotang, you little thief, if you don't come out again, I will catch you and beat you to death." ”

When the words fell, the rustling of branches and leaves suddenly came out, and the branches the thickness of buckets were like spears facing Zhou Zhiwen, as if he dared to say half a word more, he would be nailed into a hornet's nest.

On the two thousand-year-old trees, two old faces appeared, and at this moment they were angry, and said, "Where is Mao Dao, dare to speak here?" Alarm my lord, your Dao Sect can't afford it!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I beg forgive the two seniors, I am Zhou Zhiwen, a third-generation disciple of the Shangqing Taoist Sect, and I am here just to find a disciple, and I have no intention of offending!" Zhou Zhiwen smiled humbly, he felt that the strength of the two tree demons guarding the door was far superior to him, and under the fear, he didn't dare to be a little presumptuous, looking humble.

It's just that I don't know when there is such a forbidden land in the north of Kunwu, no wonder no one is allowed to set foot in ordinary times.

The two tree demons heard him mention Shangqing's expressions, and a touch of remembrance appeared, and there was a little emotion on their faces, and then they sneered: "Shangqing? If it was a thousand years ago, the people from Shangqing met with courtesy, but now we have nothing to do with it, and if you get out now, we can act as if nothing happened. ”

The two demons are one on the left and one on the right, but they spit out the words like one person, regardless of each other, which is really amazing.

Zhao Zhijing was shocked, he didn't expect that the Kunhai Forbidden Land really had something to do with the Shangqing Dao Sect? It's just that they don't speak well, and they don't seem to have a good impression of the Taoist Sect, and he still has something to say.

"This is not a place for you to set foot in!"

A thick branch suddenly swept in and hit his body protector aura, Zhou Zhiwen bleed from his mouth and nose on the spot, and his body flew out upside down, crashing into a pile of rubble.

"Senior, my apprentice has gone in, why can't I enter?" Zhou Zhiwen was still a little unwilling and asked.

"Hmph, what the hell is it to you? If you don't roll, stay here forever. The two demons spoke in unison, like thunder roaring.

Zhou Zhiwen hurriedly drove Qingyun and went straight to the south and returned, so frightened that he didn't dare to say more than half a word.

The place fell silent again for a long time...... After a long time, a demon whispered, "Really...... Did anyone get in? ”

"I didn't notice the movement just now, so it's obvious that bull's nose is talking nonsense, right?" The other demon responded.

The demon listened to what it said reasonably, stopped beaking, and said, "Hmm." ”

……

In the dark attic, an old couple dressed in ancient ritual robes knelt before the shrine, muttering words and not knowing what to chant.

In the box full of blood, half of the full internal organs were quietly drifting, with traces of gnawing. On the floor, the purple of the internal organs, the brown of carrion, the crimson of blood, and the yellow of fat, including indistinguishable colors, splashed wantonly on the vanity mirrors, the shuttered windows, and all the walls.

"God manifests his spirit, manifests! Haha--"

"The great god Ashalu, an ancient being, has come by following the contract!"

The idol was nameless, black, and covered with dirt, and it was impossible to see what it was, and half of the head of the idol was mottled as if it had been charcoal-roasted.

The filth stains all the original colors, the level of madness of the house owners can be seen, and the ability to deal with them comfortably shows the distortion and perversion of their state of mind.

The hatred, hatred, and murderous intent brewing in the hearts of the people who painted this house in this scene are perfectly reproduced through this colorful house.

……

It is said that after Fang Xiaotang fell from the cliff, fortunately, the forest below was overgrown and he did not fall to pieces.

With his life at stake, Fang Xiaotang somehow gave birth to a force and climbed into the forbidden area in the mouth of the world, a taboo that can't even be mentioned by name!

It's also strange to say that at that time, they were under the noses of the two demons, but they were like blind people, and they didn't notice the arrival of the intruders, so that Fang Xiaotang plunged headlong into the misty forest.

Fang Xiaotang fell to the ground in embarrassment, her elbow was worn out with a layer of skin, and the pain made her clench her teeth and inhale. But she couldn't stop, she wanted to escape, she kept running, she kept fleeing, she fled from the Shangqing Taoist Sect, escaped from Kunwu Mountain, and fled to the four seas and eight wildernesses......

At noon, the golden dome was bright and dazzling, shining in the forest sea below, but the fog showed no sign of fading, and it still fluctuated so unhurriedly, like a sea of clouds.

"There's something wrong with this fog, I need to be careful." Fang Xiaotang walked step by step, but fortunately, with the barrier of this fog, the master would probably not be able to catch her.

At the same time, she reached out her little hand and flicked the white mist that drifted up.

The white mist was stirred up again, and it was glutinous, like real cotton.

Fang Xiaotang grabbed a handful with some curiosity, the mist did not disperse in his hand, pinched it into shape, changing various shapes, and there was a good smell of flowers.

"Well, it's delicious." Fang Xiaotang took a sip, the white mist melted in his mouth, it was a rare delicacy, and there was no risk of starvation.

One day, Fang Xiaotang walked through the misty and treacherous woodland, and the stars were shining in front of him.

Fang Xiaotang walked forward quickly, and after walking out of the misty land, the east suddenly opened up.

As far as the eye can see, there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, and mulberry and bamboo forests.

Vines are the theme here, building one beautiful hut after another. Some fairy tales have a sense of immediacy, romantic and warm.

Here, the fields and paths are intertwined, and the crowing of chickens and dogs can be heard everywhere.

When Fang Xiaotang arrived, the vine-entangled alien seemed to hold a grand celebration, and people carried huge mountain god statues to parade through the streets, enjoying music, dance, wine, food, and fireworks!

Fang Xiaotang, who strayed into this place, looked a little out of place, like a peacock with an open screen mixed in the spot-tailed finch.

Her jade-like complexion, porcelain-like cheeks, and pupils that were brighter than the stars made a group of people respect them like gods.

A group of swarthy natives, dressed only in clothes woven from branches and leaves, barely concealed the key points. They surrounded Fang Xiaotang in the middle, bowed and worshipped, and shouted: "God!"

"Gods!!"

These natives used the slang of the Cocaosi people, and even if Fang Xiaotang read through the Zhuzi classics, it took a lot of effort to understand them thoroughly.

Fang Xiaotang opened her mouth and tried to explain something, but she could understand, but she couldn't speak the slang of the Cocashi people, so she spoke a little nondescript.

Fortunately, her voice is extremely beautiful, with a spell-like lingering, rising, falling, obsessive, and infectious.

The natives were stunned for a moment, and became more and more in awe, thinking that this was the word of the gods, and after listening to only one or two sentences, they could feel the majesty and nobility of Shinto.

Let's say that a group of natives worship Fang Xiaotang as a god, serve them with good food and drink, and all major matters involving the village will come to her for advice, and they must nod her head before they can arrange it with confidence.

However, Fang Xiaotang felt that he had become a mascot and did not override their pleasure. These people mistakenly see her as a god, and there is obviously a deeper reason.

Therefore, these days, Fang Xiaotang has been learning the slang of the Cocaxi people, trying to get out of their mouths to get out of here.

Fortunately, her language skills are not bad, and she has already achieved some results, but unfortunately the people here have been rooted here for generations and have never left, so naturally they don't know how to leave here.

"How many times have I told you that I'm really not a god?" Fang Xiaotang explained to the old village chief for the third thousand five hundred and eighty-second times.