Fly on a crane.

The white crane flapped its wings and flew high, breaking through the clouds again, towards the top of the mountain, towards the sky, splitting the resistance of air and wind, and throwing Qin Beiyang and Jiuse onto a thick branch.

The branches are full of branched branches, and there are thick and hard pine needles. The force of the impact caused the branch to droop rapidly, almost breaking in half, only to bounce back at its lowest point. Qin Beiyang was thrown high, and then slowly landed on a welcoming pine.

He's alive.

This welcoming pine lying on the edge of the cliff is like a pair of big palms that come out of nowhere, holding him at the waist. Nine Colors hugged the trunk in horror as the broken antlers grew again. The figure of the 10,000-year-old pine tree, like a little girl, is soft and harmonious, in the face of the powerful momentum of the falling object from the sky, it is first bent, and then bounces up, like bamboo in the wind, swaying but not falling, good as water, with softness to overcome rigidity. If it is hard against hard, either Qin Beiyang will be crushed to pieces, or the pine tree will break his waist.

He looked up at the fairy white crane, just like the tomb beast of Song Huizong's immortal crane town, flapping its wings and levitating in the air.

"Brother Crane! Brother Crane! Thank you for saving your life! If there is an opportunity in the future, Qin Beiyang will definitely repay it. ”

The white crane didn't care, and flew around the welcoming pine, planting into the clouds under the cliff, like an abandoned cultivator who had disappeared without a trace.

Qin Beiyang gasped at the sky, his body was covered with pine needles, like a hedgehog. I think of my journey to the center of the earth two years ago, and he climbed the underground World Tree, and he is very good at climbing trees.

Oops, the Tang knife is lost!

What a pity! A gift left to him by his father, a funeral item from An Lushan. Only the crossbow is still hanging on his strap.

On the welcoming pine of the cliff, Qin Beiyang pulled out the pine needles on his body, as long as the nine colors are still there, the world is still there.

But where is Ah You?

He was worried, and the town's tomb beast spat out a glass fireball that illuminated the nearby cliff face—the welcome pine grew alone in the cracks of the cliff rocks, with no trees or vines in the front, back, left, and right, only bare rock walls.

As for the bottom, it is unfathomable, like Nietzsche's abyss.

Qin Beiyang lay on the welcoming pine, soaring like a cloud, sleepy and sleepy......

When I woke up, there was a red light on the cliff, but I couldn't see the sun. Thousands of miles of vast sea of clouds, all rushing and circulating under your feet. I can't see the top of the mountain, as if the clouds are driving through the fog. The scenery that cannot be described in words, the snow-white cliffs cut by thousands of knives, the monkey families frolicking in the mountains, the waterfalls falling in the sky, and it seems that there are caves of ancient ascetics.

Qin Beiyang saw a black and white beast. The body is bloated and round, like a big fluffy bear, but like a chivalrous man who flies on the wall. Round head, jet-black eye sockets and ears, black limbs and chest, the rest are all white, and the tail is barely visible.

Don't...... This is what French biologists call the ancient species that lives in western China - the cat bear?

Qin Beiyang shouted loudly to the panda to show the friendliness of humans. But the bear was so frightened by him that he immediately climbed the rock and disappeared. Presumably, the cat bear is also a remnant of ancient mythical beasts, and in this inaccessible Taibai Mountain, I am afraid it is the last refuge of the mythical beasts.

Just as he was thinking about it, a black shadow hung above his head, and at the same time, a voice full of energy sounded: "Qin Beiyang!" ”

He sat on the trunk of a tree in trepidation and almost fell into the abyss. The other party was an old woman, with a wrinkled face, a black cloth wrapped in her head, a round-necked robe, and a placket on the left side, as if she was wearing a shroud.

"Meng Po!"

Qin Beiyang recognized the old woman.

Three years ago, a dream that lasted for a hundred days - this face in front of him, standing at the head of the bridge, feeding him Meng Po who drank thick soup. She stood on the welcoming pine, her white hair was messing in the clouds, it was really a fairy scene, you said that she was a thousand years old, and Qin Beiyang also believed it.

The old woman on the left stretched out her hand, but Qin Beiyang was a little puzzled, I don't know if it was friend or foe? But when he saw Meng Po's eyes, cloudy corneas, and weather-beaten forehead, he couldn't defend himself. He was close to Meng Po and was held in her arms, like an old grandmother to her little grandson.

Beiyang's voice became immature: "Mother-in-law! I learned that Taibai Mountain is the Heavenly Academy and the lair of the Assassins. ”

"Beiyang, I've been in retreat in the cave for three months, and no one can find me."

"Do you know what happened last night? We came to assassinate Ah Hai, but unfortunately we failed! Is Ah Yu still alive? ”

"Yes, she's alive."

Qin Beiyang let out a sigh, his eyes were wet: "Mother-in-law, was the white crane that saved our lives also released by you?" ”

"Well, the crane has a long life, and this thing is much older than me......"

"Please accept Qin Beiyang's worship!"

"Last night, I met the one who saved the kingdom of heaven." Meng Po looked at the vast sea of clouds and pointed to his nose, "Beiyang, you kill the tomb beast of the White Snake Town, just like Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, who killed the white snake—you are the one I have been waiting for on Taibai Mountain for fifty years." ”

"Who?"

Qin Beiyang's heart flashed twelve years ago, he was contaminated with the qi of the underground palace for the first time, and what his father said-

Either it is a true dragon emperor, or a rebellious minister and thief.

"Don't say." Meng Po sold a pass and wrapped the rope around Qin Beiyang's body, "I'll save you." ”

"Okay, let's go save Ah You, go save Taibai Mountain."

"But how do I get there?"

"Have you forgotten the Assassin Dao Light Skill you practice?"

The old Meng Po has a stunt, walking like flying, climbing the welcome pine, and like walking a tightrope stepping on a thin branch, the mountain wind whistling by, as if dancing on a thin rope. Qin Beiyang remembered that he was cultivating in a "dream", and the old woman appeared to say the truth, and she jumped unexpectedly and flew into the sky, making it impossible to prevent it, which not only helped to assassinate like a rabbit, but also helped the assassin escape from the scene, so that he was worthy of the "comet hitting the moon". Qin Beiyang was angry and dantian, standing on the pine branches as if walking on the ground, he actually flew up two or three feet. I am afraid that in the thrilling process of falling off the cliff, I got some kind of blessing from the white crane king and understood the way birds control the air.

Nine colors are eager to try, but they can't climb and leap up the cracks in the rocks like Meng Po and her master, just like a family of monkeys living on the cliff.

However, a thick rope hung down from the top of the mountain, and Qin Beiyang firmly tied the whole body of the nine colors, like taking an elevator, and with the rope soaring, the sun soared during the day, passing through several clouds......

A few hundred meters later, approaching the top of the mountain, a strong wind hit. The rope stopped between the cliffs, and a hole peeked out of the vines. Meng Po jumped in lightly, dragging Qin Beiyang and Jiuse up as well.

Take a deep breath, smell the smell of the grave, and for a moment, feel refreshed......

Qin Beiyang remembered the dream three years ago again, it seems that the "ghost mask" teacher brought him here? The memory in my head was contrasted with the scene in front of me, and it turned out to be the same—there was a tomb door in front of me. Two white marble gates, carved cranes fly into the mountains, and the sun and moon sink into the sea of clouds, which is the wonder of the top of this heavenly mountain.

"Mother-in-law, that's where you practice?"

Meng Po did not answer, and came to the door of a tomb,

Qin Beiyang used the craftsmanship of the tombsmith clan to easily open the door.

In an instant, dozens of arrows flew head-on, heading him to the eye......

Meng Po dragged him down, the cold wind swished above his head, and the arrows pierced into the floor tiles behind him, reaching a depth of three inches. If the reaction is half a beat slower, you will be poked into a hedgehog on the spot.

Yes, this is the "Heavenly Tomb" that the ghost mask teacher took him on a night tour three years ago.

Walking through three tomb doors in a row, Qin Beiyang comprehended, tiptoed with Jiuse, passed through the last door, and hid in the shadows under the stone wall.

Finally, a dungeon unfolded in front of me, where the ancients had not been seen before, and those who had not come after had not been seen-

Like an ocean of light, Qin Beiyang was so stabbed that he couldn't open his eyes, the white clouds seemed to float above his head, and the rivers and seas flowed under his feet, and the background was also this mountains with mountains and mountains......

He was born in the underground palace in his life and grew up in the underground palace, but he has never seen such a great and luxurious underground palace.