"I've dug it, what were you talking about?" The fat man put away the earth he had dug up and ran to me to ask me.

"Nothing." I shook my head and said, "Let's leave early, it's not good to stay here." ”

The fat man nodded, so we hurried back in the direction we came, and did not dare to approach the main road, so we followed the road until we reached the intersection of the fork and the main road.

On the main road at this time, there are constantly ghosts being escorted to the depths of the underworld, and the shadows come and go.

We hid and didn't dare to take the lead.

Looking at the flow of ghosts on the main road, I asked the fat man a little strangely: "Where is the location of the underworld?" How does the location of the main road appear here in the northeast? ”

The main body of the prefecture's jurisdiction is the East Earth World, and the Northeast is the more marginal location of the East Earth World, so it stands to reason that the main road should not appear here.

"You're wrong." The fat man smiled, shook his head and said: "The direction of the underworld and the underworld is not based on the yang world, it is self-contained, it is completely another space, the problem here is very complicated, it does not mean that there is a main road in the hinterland of the eastern soil, and there is no main road in the corner area; In a single statement, to understand the distribution of the underworld and the main path, one cannot refer to the yang world. ”

I know that according to the meaning of the fat man, the underworld and the yang world do not correspond one-to-one in terms of pattern.

"For example, when we came in, it was the northeast, and now we have only walked on the main road for less than two hours, if there is a person who is strong enough to break the underworld and rush out from our current position to the yang world, then the location where he appears may be the great southwest of the eastern soil, or the great northwest, or even any position." The fat man explained.

I grew my mouth and became knowledgeable, so I thought about it and asked, "Can this underworld still be broken?" ”

The fat man nodded, "Yes, there are several fierce men in the history of Qimen who have done it, of course, what is broken is only a fork in the road, like this kind of main road, it is basically impossible." ”

"Who's so tough?"

I was shocked and said, shattering the underworld, it's too ruthless, it's completely strong.

"The most famous ones are Zhuge Kongming, Qinglian Sword Immortal, Peng Family Ancestor, and there should be a lot of others, but there is no evidence, such as the demon king Zhang Xianzhong, it must have this ability." The fat man snapped his fingers, like a few treasures.

I was stunned, Zhuge Kongming, known as the Grandmaster of Qimen, this is easy to understand, the ancestor of the Peng family, also called Peng Zu, history records that he lived for more than 800 years, and he can also understand, the demon king is claimed to be second only to Zhuge Kongming, and it is okay.

It's this Qinglian Sword Immortal......

"Who is the Qinglian Sword Immortal?" I was inexplicable, but at the same time it felt a little familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere.

The fat man blinked, "Li Bai!" ”

"Li Bai?!"

I screamed, my eyes widening. My mind unconsciously began to replay Li Bai's information: Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, the word Taibai, the name Qinglian Layman, and the Taibai Poet.

"You're too lonely."

The fat man looked at me with contempt and said: "The world only knows that Li Bai is a poet immortal, but they don't know that Li Bai is a sword immortal who shocks ancient and modern times. At that time, humanity was prosperous, the world was under great rule, and all the evils in the east retreated and fled to the four seas. Compared with the poems he composed, the sword in his hand is more worthy of praise! ”

"Damn!"

I burst into a foul language, and I felt that the three views were about to be reset.

The poet who wrote the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raised his head to look at the bright moon, and bowed his head to think of his hometown. It turned out to be a powerful Qimen, and there was a title that sounded awesome, Qinglian Sword Immortal!

For a moment, I felt so longing. Only then did I recall that in the Chinese textbooks of primary and junior high schools, Li Bai's picture was indeed a poem scroll in one hand and a sword in the other.

Although they are all black and white ink paintings, the wandering temperament of everyone in the world who is drunk and awake is indeed very in line with the title of Sword Immortal.

……

Then, we spent time chatting, and the fat man told me a lot of things about Li Bai, in short, it was a sentence, and it was so awesome.

Even the demon king Zhang Xianzhong is probably not as strong as him, the most important thing is that the Qinglian Sword Immortal likes to travel, is jealous and hateful, is upright, and the height of his reputation is directly after Zhuge Kongming, and the demon king who kills innocents indiscriminately is completely two images.

After that, the fat man talked about Peng Zu, who had lived for 800 years, and he was also a very strong character, it is said that after his Shouyuan arrived, no one dared to hook his soul from the underworld to the king of Hades to the ghost, because it was too powerful, not to mention hooking people's souls, in case he didn't agree with him, he would not be killed.

In the end, it is said that it was the Emperor Xudu, the ruler of the underworld, who personally came forward to say that Peng Zu was moved, and asked him to go to the underworld to make an offering, delicious food, drink and hospitality, and he didn't even dare to mention the word "death".

And it is rumored that hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and Peng Zu is still alive and well in the underworld.

I listened to the thousands of alpacas running wildly in my heart, and my three views were shattered! In this world, it is really naked to respect strength. As long as you are strong enough, even the supreme lord of the underworld has to be polite to you.

In addition, the fat man also said that because of the relationship between the ancestors of the Peng family, the Peng family is still a wealthy family in the land of Yan Zhao, and the relationship between them is faintly close to the underworld.

"Then the ancestor of the Peng family is like this, is it considered immortal?" I touched my chin and asked, good food, good drink, good hospitality, and happy life in the underworld, isn't this immortality after death?

"Of course not."

The fat man shook his head and said, "It's just that their lifespan is longer, and eventually they will have to be reincarnated because of natural annihilation, otherwise they will be scattered, and immortality or something is an ethereal legend, and it can't be true." ”

After a pause, he said again: "Peng Zu must have been reincarnated a long time ago, saying that he is still in the underworld as an offering, it must be that the Peng family deliberately said this in order to enhance his influence, but then again, the Peng family in the land of Yan Zhao does have a close relationship with the underworld, which is recognized in the Qimen world." ”

I nodded and digested it, and asked, "Li Bai is so powerful, how did he die?" The underworld definitely doesn't dare to hook his soul, right? ”

"That's the question."

The fat man was a little entangled, and said: "There is no record in the annals of Qimen, since the Tang Anshi Rebellion, Li Bai has disappeared without a trace, and his whereabouts are a mystery; Some people say that when he arrived at Shouyuan, he didn't want to embarrass the underworld, so he took the initiative to go to the underworld to reincarnate, and some people said that he went to the Western Regions and died with a big demon in the Western Regions, and even said that he became an immortal and was immortal. ”

I was speechless for a while, "Didn't you say that there is no immortality, why did you come here again?" ”

The fat man smacked his lips, "Hiss...... How to say it, Li Bai is a little special, saying that he is immortal because he once made a poem that mentions immortality! ”

"Which one?" I asked.

The fat man pondered for a while and said: "The full name is very long, I also forgot, it seems to be called "Yelang Reminiscences of the Old Travel Book", the first few sentences are: Bai Yujing in the sky, the fifth floor of the twelfth floor, the immortal caresses my top, and the hair is immortalized." Mistakenly chasing the happiness of the world, quite poor and chaotic. Ninety-six Holy Monarchs, floating clouds hang empty names. ”

"It's this one."

It dawned on me that I had the impression that I only learned this poem when I was in college, and I had never been exposed to it in high school and junior high school.

"The words immortal and immortal are mentioned in the poem, which makes the later Qimen world think about it, and some people say that Li Bai got the guidance of the immortals, and this is also the origin of the rumors that he became an immortal, plus his whereabouts are a mystery, so it is even more attached." The fat man explained.

I nodded, I really didn't expect that Li Bai in the primary and junior high school textbooks would have such a side.

There are poems, there are distances, there are swords, there are wines, and the sword goes to the end of the world!

……

Then, I chatted with the fat man for a while. I saw that the Yin Spirits on the main road had almost gone, sparse and sparse, and it was obvious that most of the Yin Spirits had already arrived at the main road and had already passed.

After that, we waited for a long time, and the road was completely gone, and there was no shadow.

So we continued on the road, and went up the main road through the small path, and returned to the starting point, where there had been a thick fog, but now it was a black stone wall.

The fat man looked at it and said, "The node has long been closed, so I can only wait." ”

I looked around, I always felt not very relieved, there was no road ahead, the left and right were dark, I couldn't go at all, there was only a dark road to the underworld behind.

In case the underworld is bad when the node is not opened, won't you make dumplings?

I told the fat man about this worry, and the fat man didn't dare to guarantee that this situation would not occur, and the yin and people were actually similar, some were dutiful and came a little earlier, some were late, and even absenteeism.

Just now, the little paper figure ghost obviously slipped away and secretly came to meet me.

But we don't have any other good way to think left and right, if it appears, we can only carry it, I hope the ghost doesn't appear too soon, otherwise we will both kneel.

Among the ghosts, the bull head and the horse face are relatively powerful, they are not many in number, which is equivalent to the special police in the police, and the impermanence ghost is an ordinary policeman.

Before, the backer of Lao Shan Temple Temple Zhu Ji Ye was a bull's head, and he teamed up with Gua Ge and Miao Miao to draw a tie, which was very tight, and then he was gnawed alive by the sage.

Of course, that bull head is indeed relatively strong because he instructed Ji Ye to deceive the incense offerings of Qinglong Town, but even so, an ordinary bull head is worth half a big eye.

If the two of us meet, it is a high probability to kneel for a long time, and if you add a group of ordinary ghosts to help, there is basically no suspense!

The waiting time seemed very long, the dungeon did not distinguish between day and night, and the light seemed to be eternal, so I had to take out my phone and glance at the time from time to time.

The day passed, the night came, and the time on the mobile phone slowly leaned towards nine o'clock, which was still a quarter of an hour.

The fat man and I were nervous, and secretly prayed that the time would pass quickly, and that the yin people would be slower and lazy, and that they would not show up in advance.

But to our disappointment, when there was still five minutes between nine o'clock, a bull's head flashed out of the end of the underworld, followed by a group of ghosts, more than twenty of them.

I glanced at the fat man, clutched the weapon in my hand, and the time had come to fight hard.

……