These two words are very light, but they carry the weight of a mountain, and we are breathless, as if our surroundings have been pumped into a vacuum in an instant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Night Raven said that in order to trap them, some people designed a near-perfect labyrinth, the name of this labyrinth is time, but no matter how perfect the labyrinth, there are loopholes.

This loophole is immortality, the immortality that countless emperors are pursuing!

"Lao Zhao, you mean," Xiao Zhang's breathing became short, "This red copper scroll is actually a scroll of pills, which records the refining method of the elixir?" ”

Lao Zhao shook his head, "What is recorded above is an island, an immortal island where you can find elixir......"

Lao Zhao didn't continue, I said those two words for him, "Penglai." ”

Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is difficult to find a letter in the smoke and waves.

Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the ethereal space.

There are five mountains in the east of the Bohai Sea, one is called Daiyu, the second is Yuanqiao, the third is called Fangju, the fourth is Yingzhou, and the fifth is Penglai, and the sowing of immortals and saints is huge.

No wonder Lao Zhao would say that having it is equivalent to owning everything in the world.

If you have enough time, you can do anything, even if it is moving bricks, a hundred yuan a day, and you can earn hundreds of millions in 10,000 years.

I now finally understand why those things are painted on the mural, and why the old Taoist priest said to me that he is still alive.

Obviously, King Zhou Xun has been given eternal life.

"I found a logical error," Xiao Zhang turned on the forced X, pushing the imaginary glasses up, "Since King Zhou Yun has already been immortal, why does he put himself in a coffin and bury it here, is it fun?" ”

"Who said that King Zhou was buried here voluntarily, have you forgotten those murals?" As soon as Lao Zhao said this, I suddenly remembered that on the mural, a team of Qin soldiers, carrying a cold jade coffin, entered Python Mountain.

"Think about it, in addition to burying people, what else can the dragon vein be used for?" Lao Zhao asked.

"Repression?!" Xiao Zhang and I spoke in unison.

I suddenly understood now why the gossip array under the white jade platform was reversed.

"Listen carefully to the content of the mural, I will know what I know, the truth that has been covered up by history," Lao Zhao opened a bottle of soju, poured a big sip from his neck, and wiped his mouth with satisfaction, "After Ying Zheng's father destroyed the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, he discovered this secret, but at that time, the Qin State did not have the strength to unify the world, and under the pressure of other princes, Ying Chu did not dare to take the Zhou royal family, so he had to put King Zhou under house arrest, slowly figure it out, and declare that King Zhou was dead. ”

"I don't want Ying Chu to ask the secret of immortality before he has been forced to ask the secret, he has already driven the crane west, his son, Ying Zheng's dog thief, after dominating the world, began to attack King Zhou's wife and children without scruples," Lao Zhao gritted his teeth, "In desperation, King Zhou handed over the red copper scroll that had been passed down from generation to generation by the Ji family, but I didn't expect that Ying Zheng still attacked King Zhou's family." ”

"After getting the scroll, Ying Zheng sent Xu Fu to search for Penglai Xiandao according to the location on the scroll on the one hand, and on the other hand, killed all the people who knew about it," Lao Zhao gestured with a knife around his neck, "None were left." ”

"King Zhou Xun went crazy and took revenge crazy, of course Ying Zheng would not allow such a person to threaten him to exist, but he also found out at this time that King Zhou Xun couldn't kill at all, he had already gained the power of immortality.

"Zhao Gao, that despicable villain, made suggestions for Yingzheng, saying that he was looking for an ancient spirit beast to turn into the vein of the earth spirit, and with the 10,000-year-old cold jade as a prison, he could suppress King Zhou Yu forever."

"No, Zhao Gao is a CRRC government order, how can he know this?" Xiao Zhang was surprised.

"This Zhao Gao also has an identity, an outcast of the Taiyi Sect," Lao Zhao replied, "and it took a lot of twists and turns for Yingzheng to really find a vein of the earth spirit, which is the Python River where we are located." ”

But what Ying Zheng didn't expect was that there was already a tomb in this place, or rather, something else had been suppressed.

In order to break this tomb, Yingzheng ordered 30,000 troops, with heavy casualties, and finally carried out a black iron coffin from the jade platform where we stood. ”

"These two bastards!" Xiao Zhang gritted his teeth and scolded angrily.

"Later, Ying Zheng made the biggest mistake of his life, he shouldn't have opened the coffin at all." Lao Zhao said in a deep voice.

"What's in the coffin?" Xiao Zhang and I asked in unison.

"Witch King," Lao Zhao's voice grew deeper and deeper, "Since then, life has been ruined. In order to eliminate the Witch King, Yingzheng gathered an army of 100,000 and launched a decisive battle with the Witch King. ”

"In the end, the people of Taiyi Sect, with their own lives and the national fortune of the Great Qin Empire for ten thousand years, formed a great array of Vientiane Feathers, locked the Witch King in a black iron coffin with the Heavenly Absolute Vine, and suppressed it with a pure yang leyline," Lao Zhao said, "After this battle, the Great Qin Empire lost its national fortune, gradually declined, and the government cheated to death, allowing his youngest son Hu Hai to bear the infamy of the country, and he hid, trying to restore the country, and the vitality of the hundred schools of thought was greatly damaged, and the Confucianism, which had not participated in the war, took the opportunity to rise, so that later generations deposed the hundred schools of thought and respected Confucianism alone." ”

"And this immortal King of Zhou Xun was sealed in a cold jade coffin and suppressed for nearly three thousand years, until now." After Lao Zhao finished speaking, his eyes stared at us directly, and I felt furious in my heart.

"In other words, that Qin Shi Huang is still alive? This tomb was neither built by him, nor by King Zhou, but originally existed, in order to suppress the Witch King? "I feel like my three views have been turned upside down.

"The one who suppressed the Witch King," Lao Zhao nodded, "It's the Human Emperor Fuxi, which explains why the gossip array on the ground is an innate gossip." ”

It's the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors again, I found that no matter what Lao Zhao says, he can always pull the head of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors, but I think about it, this trapped dragon nail, this white jade platform, all these miracles can only be done by people in that legendary era, not in modern times.

"That's not right," Xiao Zhang asked again, "Since you said that Zhou Wang Yingzheng couldn't be killed that time, how could we easily kill him?" ”

"How can it be so simple?" Lao Zhao laughed bitterly twice, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a pair of hands burning with flames stretching out from the sea of fire.

In our shocked gaze, a skeleton covered in fire slowly climbed up.

The fire in him was gradually extinguished, and something even more jaw-dropping happened.

King Zhou staggered two steps, and several bright red blood vessels grew out of nowhere, crawling all over his body like small snakes, twisting, knotting, more and more, then muscles, and finally skin.

In the end, King Zhou Yun, who had nothing all over his body and no scars, stood in front of us alive.

"you!" Lao Zhao took out the rebar pipe and once again performed the unique skill of throwing the steel pipe, knocking King Zhou Yun back into the sea of fire.

"Lao Zhao, we have been going back and forth in life and death for so many times, it can be regarded as a fateful friendship, you are so secretive, it is not interesting," Xiao Zhang stared at Lao Zhao, word by word, "Who are you, why do you know all this so clearly?" ”

"It's not that I don't want to tell you," Lao Zhao took a puff of his stuffy cigarette, "I'm afraid that if I say it, you won't believe it." ”

"Say it, I'll believe everything you say," Xiao Zhang saw that there was hope, and immediately hit the snake and the pole, "Even if you say that you are actually Xiao Li's father, I will believe it." ”

"Get out of your grandma!" I laughed and shoved him.

"Actually, my surname is not Zhao, Zhao is just my country name, my real name," Lao Zhao seemed to smile, "It's called Lian Po." ”

I was startled, and the bronze sword in my hand fell to the ground.

Was everything that happened in that forest really just an absurd dream?

Or am I, who didn't wake up from my dream at all?