"Thank you, Uncle Xu."

Wang Yu was very happy, thinking that he could practice in retreat in the place where Patriarch Maoshan originally created the Zhuxian Sword Technique, and he could experience the environment and psychological process of his creation of the Sword Technique, and he would definitely be able to make his cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

Xu Wenyang said: "Today you came from afar, and it's getting late, I think you should have a good rest for the night first, and then I will ask Xiao Chun to take you to the Phoenix Cave Holy Land tomorrow." ”

No matter how anxious Wang Yu was, he was not in a hurry for a day and a half, so he accepted Xu Wenyang's arrangement.

Just when he was drinking delicious wine, eating sumptuous dishes, and chatting happily with the Xu family during the banquet.

In the far hinterland of the southwest, in the deep mountains and old forests, on the steep mountain road.

There is a person who is swallowing stiff cold steamed buns with mineral water and local specialty Fuling mustard.

"Ahem!"

didn't pay attention to one mouthful, Liu Zihang was choked and his face was red.

"What kind of ghost steamed buns, made harder than twist, sure enough, southerners don't know how to make pasta."

He threw all the remaining steamed buns to the bottom of the cliff, clapped his hands and stood up, glanced at the setting sun, and walked towards the back of the bus.

"Master, when will your car be repaired? I'm in a hurry to go to Fengdu! ”

The driver raised his head and said in the southwestern dialect: "Young man, don't panic, it's definitely here today, I'm more anxious than you, but what's the use of being in a hurry?" It's not like you have to take your time, if I don't fix all the problems in the car, you won't be able to sit at ease, right? ”

"Okay, okay, then please hurry up."

Liu Zihang continued to wait patiently anxiously.

Finally, at nine o'clock in the evening, we arrived in Fengdu.

This was a full three hours later than originally planned.

Coming out of the bus station, Liu Zihang walked alone on the streets of Fengdu.

He felt the ghost town culture that is unique to the city.

The sculptures in the middle of the streets of other cities are all tall postmodern artworks, but the sculptures in Fengdu are the sculptures of the ghost kings.

The place names of other cities are Heping Road and Wenhua Road, and the street names of Fengdu are all gloomy place names such as Guiwang Road and Mengpo Road.

In the city of Fengdu, the worship of the ghost king is infiltrated into the bones.

In addition to the statue of the Ghost King, the Ghost King Road, and the Ghost King Square, there are countless Ghost King Internet cafes, Ghost King Hotels, and Ghost King Hotels on both sides of the street......

There is even a mountain of ghost kings.

It is a hillside less than 500 meters above sea level in the center of Fengdu, but it is the most prestigious tourist attraction in Fengdu.

There is a ghost king hall on the ghost king mountain, and the incense burns continuously throughout the year.

In fact, the so-called ghost king is not a real ghost, but the legendary Yin Changsheng of the Heavenly Son of Xudu.

Liu Zihang walked alone in the city, and he had a strange feeling in his heart - this place did not seem to be strange, as if he had been to ......

But in fact, it was his first time in the southwest.

He walked aimlessly.

Unconsciously, I came to the edge of the Yangtze River.

On the dark river, a few fishing boats occasionally sail past and return late.

"The little Taoist priest said that as long as I arrive in Fengdu, someone will naturally come to me to show me the way, why haven't I seen anyone yet?"

Liu Zihang leaned on the railing and complained, could it be that he was tricked by Qingyang?

Just as he was about to leave, a wooden boat suddenly sailed on the river in the distance.

The people on the boat were dressed in black robes, and their faces were covered with black cloths, and they couldn't see what they looked like.

The black-robed man stood at the stern of the boat and supported the boat with a long bamboo pole, and a small oil lamp hung on the bow of the boat, emitting a dim yellow light.

Liu Zihang suddenly chuckled in his heart at that time, and his eyes were stunned as he watched the wooden boat slowly row towards him.

Because on the river, there is no reflection of the black-robed man at all!

Not only is there not even the reflection of a person, not even the reflection of a boat or a lamp!

"It's really a ghost town, and there are ghosts everywhere at night......"

Liu Zihang thought that he was just an ordinary ghost, so he calmly pretended not to see it.

But the ship wasn't passing by, it was coming for him.

The boat stopped under the railing of the embankment.

Liu Zihang was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead, it's over, should it know that I saw it?

"Come on, I've been waiting for you......"

An old woman's voice came up.

Liu Zihang was shocked, could she be the person Qingyang said?

The black-robed man continued, "I've been waiting for you for twenty years, and you're finally back. ”

Liu Zihang was stunned again, is there any mistake, he has been full of calculations since his mother's womb, and he is only twenty years old, but this person said that he has been waiting for himself for twenty years?

Could it be that she recognized the wrong person?

The black-robed man said again, "Come on, aren't you going to the capital of the underworld?" ”

When Liu Zihang heard it, he didn't care if she recognized the wrong person, anyway, she happened to be going to this place, so she jumped down and got on the boat.

The black-robed man held the bamboo pole, turned around, and began to walk in the direction he had been coming.

As soon as the boat rowed out, Liu Zihang screamed "ah" in fright.

For he saw another self, who was falling on the embankment.

The black-robed man said, "That's just your body, what's all the fuss, is it so scary to see yourself?" ”

"That's my physical body...... So I'm a soul now?! ”

Liu Zihang immediately looked at the river, and sure enough, he couldn't see his reflection.

The black-robed man said: "The living can't go to the underworld." ”

Liu Zihang asked worriedly, "Then can I come back?" ”

The black-robed man said: "Maybe when that time comes, you won't want to come back." ”

Liu Zihang said resolutely: "No! I definitely want to come back! I'm going to save my cousin! ”

The black-robed man laughed heartily: "Hahahaha...... It's really affectionate and righteous as always! ”

Liu Zihang was puzzled: "Mother-in-law, how can I listen to your tone, you seem to know me?" ”

The black-robed man said: "Of course I know you, but who in the underworld doesn't know you?" ”

Liu Zihang felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for her to understand when she spoke, why did people in the underworld have to know themselves?

So he changed the subject and asked, "Mother-in-law, thank you very much for taking me, can you tell me who you are?" You have helped me, and I will always remember you. ”

The black-robed man took off his veil and revealed an old face that matched his voice, although the face was full of wrinkles, it was very kind, like the image of grandma in everyone's memory.

She said, "My surname is Meng. By the way, what's your name now? ”

"Hello Granny Meng, my name is Liu Zihang......"

Liu Zihang's heart suddenly trembled, and Granny Meng ...... Meng Po?!

He opened his mouth, stared, looked at the old man stupidly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Granny Meng, may I ask if you run a food specialty store in a place called Nai He Qiao, and the signature dish in the store is a well-known soup, and this soup is also named after you?" ”

Meng Po smiled: "Yes, twenty years ago, you drank my soup." ”

Liu Zihang's chin is about to fall to the ground,! It turned out to be Meng Po!

Meng Po said: "Zihang, sit tight, we have now arrived at Santuchuan." ”

Liu Zihang only realized at this time that the surroundings did not know when the scenery began to change.

The surface of the river was shrouded in fog.

The river bank is double, like an ancient battlefield.

Broken swords are stuck everywhere.

Centipedes crawled in and out of the armored corpses of the soldiers.

Meng Po said: "This is the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, the place where the souls of those soldiers who died on the battlefield are gone. ”

Liu Zihang was very shocked, from ancient times to the present, how many soldiers have to be sacrificed to open up the territory and defend the country, so that the emperor can forget his worries and make the people forget their worries.

But these soldiers, they can only forget their worries after death?

After the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows.

The two sides of the river have changed their scenery.

Gorgeous flowers grow on both banks.

One side is red like fire, and the other side is blue like ice.

Meng Po said: "Now we have arrived at the Two Realms Mountain, and the red flower on the other side is Manzhu Sahua, also known as the flower on the other side. This shore blue is the Ice Flame Ghost Lotus, also known as this shore flower. ”

Liu Zihang couldn't take his eyes off it, he really wished that he could take pictures of this charming beauty with his mobile phone on his body now.

After passing the Two Realms Mountain, it is completely the underworld.

There is also day and night in the underworld.

Now the sun is night, and the underworld is naturally day.

It's just that the daytime in the underworld is a color that does not exist in the yang.

It is probably similar to the color of the three pigments of blue, purple and green, which are all mixed with three equal parts.