Chapter 105: Sheshen Mountain

Li Changfeng followed behind Qing Lao, thinking about Uncle Zhong's flattering expression when he saw him off just now, he felt that this fat dean was too hypocritical, it was really hard to believe that this kind of person could cultivate to the god king realm, and he was still the dean of Nanshan Academy, and he might even guide his cultivation in the future.

When he thought of Nanshan Academy, Li Changfeng thought of Li Bezhi, and when he thought of Li Bezhi, he thought of Zhou Xiuye, Zhong Shenxiu, Qin Qianqi, Zhu Jinlian, Su Ziwei, and of course, the unconscious red makeup.

Of course, when he thought of understanding red makeup, he naturally couldn't help but think of the girl whose hands were broken by the master, who betrayed the master in order to save her life.

Li Changfeng didn't know how she should deal with herself, but after thinking about it, she could only turn into a sigh in her mouth.

was sent directly by Mo Baiyang to this deep mountain and old forest, and the distance to Nanshan Academy was closer than Li Changfeng expected, since even Li Changfeng didn't think of it, then Li Bezhi and they wouldn't have thought of it, so they probably wouldn't know that they had actually arrived here, but they left again.

The world is so unpredictable that those who want to see it can't see it, and they can't go where they want to go.

Just when Li Changfeng was thinking nonsense, Qing Lao walked side by side with him at some point, bumped his thin shoulder, and said ill-intentionedly: "What, I'm afraid?"

Li Changfeng turned his head and said, "What is there to be afraid of, didn't you say that you would send me back as it was." ”

Qing Lao nodded and said meaningfully: "I did say this, but I mean physically, as for whether there will be any deviation in spirit, I'm afraid it's hard to say." ”

Li Changfeng's eyes widened, bigger than the copper bell, and he screamed: "Damn, you yin me." ”

Qing Lao laughed and said, "You little ghost has a bitter and vengeful look, as if you went to the execution ground." ”

Li Changfeng was not happy when he heard this: "Old man, I am taken away by you now, but I am not willing to go, if you don't force me, I am willing to go back to the firewood room of the academy to sleep now, who likes to run around in this cold and snowy land, and there are always so many people who want to chat with me, want to take me away, according to my meaning, why don't these people all gather together and say everything they want to say together." ”

Qing Lao suddenly laughed wildly when he heard this, he covered his stomach with a smile and leaned back and forth, his face was red, he couldn't breathe, Li Changfeng was afraid that he would not be able to breathe and laugh to death.

After waiting for half a cup of tea, Qing Lao couldn't walk anymore with a smile, so he slowly stood up from the snow, and said with a flushed face: "Interesting." ”

Li Changfeng waited for him to say the next sentence, but Qing Lao kept his mouth shut.

What exactly did he say interesting? Was it Li Changfeng who was interesting, or what he said was interesting, or what he said was interesting.

But Qing Lao didn't say anything, Li Changfeng couldn't pull his wide robe to force a cultivator of the God King Realm to speak.

This world is really amazing, it is very difficult to even encounter a cultivator of the Holy Realm on weekdays, since Li Changfeng announced his identity, even the cultivators of the God King Realm are like cabbage these days.

Li Changfeng followed behind Qing Lao, thinking about why Qing Lao didn't tear up a space like Mo Baiyang and take him to Sheshen Mountain, didn't he ever think of crossing the space?

But if not, when will it go? If we follow the footsteps of the two of us, we may not be able to walk by the time spring begins, right? Should we find a horse······

At this time, I suddenly heard Qing Lao's voice: We have arrived.

Li Changfeng was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at it, and was stunned.

He had never seen such a mountain from this angle.

The mountain is an ordinary mountain, and the sky is no longer the pure and translucent sky it used to be.

From his feet there was a path, which twisted and stretched upwards like a ladder, and the hundreds of steps were connected into one, and the stone steps were lined with smooth and sharp cliffs.

Further up, the rock began to white, the same snow-colored white, and the higher the altitude, the purer the white, until the stone steps became a fine line and disappeared at the end.

At the end, there is a snow-white peak, but the peak is not the point.

On the top of the mountain, there is whiter, that is the sky, and further up, it is colorful, and the sun shines.

Li Changfeng felt the strong sense of truth and mystery there, as if a god had used a transparent veil to cover this half of the sky.

"Heaven and earth are one, and if you want to become a god, you must first give up God. Qing Lao said as he looked at the stone steps.

Li Changfeng didn't understand, he only knew that Sheshen Mountain was where the Taigu Grace Temple was located, and he wanted to finish chatting with that sect master as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible.

But he seemed to have discovered something.

Qing Lao pressed the stone steps step by step, and he didn't seem to be ready to rush to the top of the mountain in a hurry.

According to Li Changfeng's imagination, this kind of master should want to go wherever he wants, so he will tear open a hole and drill directly through it, which is normal.

Li Changfeng said anxiously: "Old man, don't we go up directly with a whoosh?"

Qing Lao responded: "What you said swished, it won't work here." ”

Li Changfeng's eyes widened: "Why doesn't a whoosh work?"

Qing Lao felt a little funny, and there were always some fresh words in the mouth of this little fart doll: "Because Shinto doesn't allow a whoosh to go up, and it doesn't allow a whoosh to come down." ”

"Damn!" Li Changfeng's eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, and his face was like a bitter melon: "Old man, do you mean that we have to go up?"

Qing Lao nodded: "What are you afraid of when you are young and strong? My old man has no complaints, this Shinto is created by the sages who have the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and every step of the ladder is chopped and cut by a blade, and each knife contains his understanding of the potential, so if your cultivation cannot reach his level, you can't even mention a trace of true yuan in this Shinto." ”

Li Changfeng looked up at the sky, there were probably thousands of steps from bottom to top, his eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, so he looked inward, Yuan Hai was calm, he stretched out his hand, and he couldn't feel any flowing True Yuan around.

He gave up and followed behind Qing Lao with a bitter face and a depressed face.

One old and one young, one in front and one behind, just like this, step by step towards the top of Sheshen Mountain.

Li Changfeng discovered one thing.

In this Shinto, which is said to be able to make people become gods, not only does there be no heaven and earth true element that can be called, but it will also continue to consume the true element as the ladder goes up.

So he began to resist this erosion of the true element.

Qing Lao walked in front, but the voice reached the back: "There are 3,682 stone steps in Sheshen Mountain, each level contains the understanding of the Tao by the predecessors, and every time you take a step, your true yuan will be consumed, and the road to becoming a god of course includes the pursuit of Shinto, but in the same way, you must first purify yourself, give up the obsession with the true element in your heart, and if you want to become a god, you must first give up your God, only by being ethereal and calm, can you not break or stand, and climb to the top of Shinto." ”

Li Changfeng gritted his teeth: "If I don't have enough True Yuan, wouldn't I turn into a dried corpse in this Divine Dao." ”

Qing Lao said slowly: "The more you can't let go of your obsession with cultivation, the more you will be weakened more of your true element, this is the difference between the understanding of ordinary people and gods, and cultivation is also a process of pursuing immortality as a god, but if you still can't lose the weaknesses of ordinary people, you will never be able to touch another level." ”

Li Changfeng took a deep breath and withdrew the defense against Yuan Hai in the divine light, and the true yuan suddenly sprayed like a tide, and dissipated like a tide, flowing backwards from the limbs and hundreds of remains, turning into mist next to the body, dissipating invisible.

But the pressure under your feet hasn't gone away.

Qing Lao and Li Changfeng had already walked through six hundred and seventy-three steps, and Li Changfeng felt that his Yuan Hai had also been slashed six hundred and seventy-three times, and each knife cut his heart and lungs were in unbearable pain, and his whole body was tired.

But fortunately, his head was still quite clear, and Qing Lao turned his head by chance, and he could feel that although this kid was very tired, he followed him with every footstep.

The corners of Qing Lao's mouth swayed a slight smile, this kid's temperament is exactly the same as his Lao Tzu, and he is a master who does not admit defeat easily.

The more you oppress him, the more tenacity he has in his bones to show you, of course, the cultivation talent between them is indeed not the same.

After another eight hundred steps, Li Changfeng felt that the whole footsteps were not his own, at this time he had already walked halfway up the mountain, the cold wind was fierce, and the wind that slid from the cliff was like a knife, but it still carried the cold of the cliff, and a knife slashed at him.

Not only did he feel that Yuanhai was empty, but his body was also cut by the wind, and he even felt that he was bleeding quietly, otherwise how could he be so tired?

Of course, whether it was a wound or a bleeding, he lowered his head and didn't see it, and then he became numb and couldn't feel the pain anymore, only the unyielding thought in his head supported him, raised his left foot, stepped down, lifted his right foot, stepped down······ And so on and so forth.

After going up to the five hundred level again, he had almost reached the two thousand level at this time, and he muttered to himself: "Water... Water..."

The word water has not yet been said to be mellow, and before he can say it clearly, his eyes are dark, and he falls headlong at the feet of Qing Lao.

The wind was whistling in his ears and rippling in his mouth, and the wind was cold and felt like it could drip water, Li Changfeng stretched out his tongue and wanted to lick the water in the wind, but he fainted.

When he woke up, there was no wind in his ears, only the ultimate tranquility, and the feeling of crackling in the wood-like flame.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the gauze tent on the bed, and through the gauze tent he saw the roof.

It turned out that he was lying in a room, lying on a bed in the house.

At this time, he heard a voice that he would never forget in his life.

There seemed to be two people talking next to the bed.

One said, "Why does this kid's tongue keep sticking out?"

Another said: "When he fell, his tongue stuck out, and then he must have been so tired that the side of his mouth became numb, and his tongue could not be retracted." ”