For a mage, short-distance teleportation magic plus two legs can really travel the whole world!

Silver Dust is a person who cherishes his fortunes, and he doesn't dare to squander the heavy bag of gold that Master Xuanzhi gave him, plus he is really curious about this strange world, and he really wants to see what the scenery on the side of the road is like, so he didn't even hire a carriage, so he teleported to the south with his two thin legs and arcane teleportation. The journey of 200 miles, this Mr. Magister actually only took a quarter of an hour...... The average speed is about the same as that of a propeller plane......

200 miles to the south of Panyang City is the Yandang Mountain Range that separates the north and south. How high is this mountain? The locals said they didn't know. Please count the birds in the sky, only the wild goose is higher than the mountain. Yinchen listened to the melodious songs of the nearby mountain people, and then looked up at the dozen or so peaks covered with snow all year round, and shook his head seriously. He estimated that except for the legendary "immortals" who could condense the Yuan Infant and had surpassed the shackles of mortal dust, he was afraid that no one in this world would be able to climb over the white mountaintop. Common sense told him that such a peak is at least 7,000 meters above sea level, and if you want to go up, you can't go up without an oxygen cylinder, but in this wild world, I'm afraid that there is no concept of oxygen yet.

The Yandang Mountains are higher than the sky, and the five roads are surrounded by beacons. Qin Huai Shui Xie sang a song, and the general's blood stained Tongguan Road. The Yandang Mountains that traverse the north and south, there are five naturally formed gaps, called "five roads", and later after artificial construction, they become passes, that is, the five roads Xiongguan. From west to east, they are Juyong Pass, Jiading Pass, Tianjian Pass, Tongguan Pass, Shanhaiguan. Among these five passes, Juyong Pass is the most majestic and domineering, Jiading Pass is the easiest to defend and difficult to attack, Tianjian Pass is the most beautiful and dangerous, Shanhaiguan is the most beautiful and gorgeous, and Tongguan is the easiest to break through and the most difficult to defend, of course, it is also the most tragic place to fight. It is said that until this time, Tongguan is still in the aftermath of the war, and there is a river of blood every day.

Silver Dust hummed a song he had casually heard from the other mountain merchants as he walked south. The sun was slowly rising from his right hand, and the damp and cold mist in the air was slowly receding into an irritating wave of heat. Suddenly, a straight mountain path with a length of 200 zhang and a length of 200 zhang that could accommodate twenty carriages passing through in parallel appeared in front of Yinchen, and on both sides of the mountain road were almost vertical black rock walls tens of thousands of feet high. Silver Dust can see that this seems to be a waterway washed out of the river, and the doesn't know why, the river has dried up, but the waterway has been artificially repaired and has become a hero.

What appeared in front of him was the Heavenly Sword Pass.

There are two interpretations of the name Tianjian Pass. The first is to describe this level as dangerous, as if the Heavenly Sword fell, splitting a gap in the mountain range to form this pass, and the second is because there is a Heavenly Sword Pavilion on the top of the mountain road of the Heavenly Sword Pass.

As long as Yinchen looked up now, he could clearly see that somewhere on the top of the rock wall tens of thousands of feet high, there were thirty-five thick rectangular stone pillars spanning the entire mountain road, which were set up on the top of the rock walls on both sides like a bridge, and the stone pillars seemed to be paved with stone slabs, and on the stone slabs, a mahogany pavilion that had stood for thousands of years appeared proudly between the blue sky and white clouds, really like the fairy towers in the sky. Among the ordinary merchants around Silver Dust, there were many people who made exclamations at the small pavilion high in the sky, while Silver Dust shrugged his shoulders indifferently, lowered his head and continued to hurry. Born in Evil Luo Hai City, he had seen many more exaggerated buildings than this, and even his school was truly suspended above the Nine Heavens by relying on an anti-gravity engine, and in his opinion, this so-called Heavenly Sword Pavilion was nothing more than that.

This Heavenly Sword Pavilion is said to have been built here by the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect thousands of years ago, and the place where the Heavenly Sword was cast is also the only ancient site that still exists thousands of years ago. The Heavenly Sword Sect and its "Heavenly Sword Divine Might" have long been annihilated in history, and only this lonely pavilion is still standing alone on Gao Tian, for future generations to hang on.

Directly below the Heavenly Sword Pavilion is the real Heavenly Sword Pass Fortress, which is a long, narrow, semi-fortressed flower town, which is said to have 50,000 southern garrisons, which can block 500,000 iron horses. The center of the town is the legendary pass where the one husband is the one who is not allowed to open the pass, but on both sides are the wine shops, teahouses, inns and shops built of various woods, and then on both sides are the crowded bazaars. Here, the fruits of the South and the furs of the North are piled up in a mess. Rice and cheese were exchanged for each other, silk and iron were exchanged for live horses, live fat sheep, and even glass jars from the Western Regions could be exchanged for fine porcelain. Yinchen mingled in the crowd, and from time to time the guy with yellow hair and blue eyes and high nose around him spoke the Central Plains dialect and the boss who spoke the southern and northern tones, bargained and chatted about the mountains and made deals, and made an appointment to eat wine and cowhide, which made Yinchen, a silver-haired and silver-eyed child, less conspicuous. Of course, Silver Dust didn't do anything good when he squeezed into the pile, and several of the little deflated three who touched his pockets or places on his body that might have pockets were all burned to his fingers by his fire magic.

"Paralyzed, dare to come and fight Lao Tzu's autumn wind!" Yinchen grabbed a thirteen or fourteen-year-old pickpocket who had just been burned by a cluster of small flames, and the other hand immediately reached out to the kid's head and flicked a dozen fingers with a clang, before letting go of his hand with satisfaction: "Get out! It's better to find a safe livelihood! The next time you meet someone else, it won't be so easy! Be careful of being chopped off!" Yinchen said and kicked the kid away.

Under the sense of the field, there are many such thirteen or fourteen-year-old, or even eleven or twelve-year-old boys (fortunately, I didn't see the little girl) coming and going in the crowd, doing the same "empty-handed" livelihood. Most of the time, these boys can get their hands on one or two shiny silver dollars or even heavy gold ingots, but once they miss and are discovered, the slightest punishment is a wind and then a flash of blood, and the whole arm of the pickpocket will turn into a mess of rotten sauce and leave the body.

Heart-rending cries rang out from time to time, and most of the business trips that had passed turned their heads expressionlessly, and some would scold "bad luck!". Of course, there are also the guards who catch the thieves and do not give up, scuffle, or shout to maintain order, and the thieves are cut to pieces alive.

This is what Silver Dust has seen with his own eyes, and it is more realistic and bloody than the entire series of movies in Evil Luohai City that reflect the brutal warfare of ancient human times. In the prosperous bazaar, those merchants who are making money every day step on not only the fine gray square stones, but also the blood and even the bones of children who are forced by life.

It was precisely seeing these that forced Yinchen to make up his mind secretly. He was determined that one day in the future, he would use a well-planned financial storm to give these fellows who had a lot of money but no mercy to taste what it was like to be hungry and cold. Of course, these ideas can only be ideas now.

After passing through the northernmost bazaar, Yinchen came to the so-called commercial street located on the north side of the pass. There are many shops here, but the flow of people is sparser than in the bazaar. Except for a few central avenues where a torrent of porters, mules and horses, and carts full of goods are still rolling in and out of the customs, there are not many pedestrians in the rest of the place. Every sword shop here is made of thin strips of wood and thin planks, the rivets are bare, rust spots can be seen everywhere, and in some places there are even weeds growing with a small golden chrysanthemum or two. The whole shopping street seems to be soaked in a somewhat strange, densely colored ancient charm. This primitive, liquor-like flavor easily attracted Silver Dust, causing him to deviate from the central avenue and walk towards the shops lined up on the side.

Silver Dust has lived for seven years in the steel and concrete forests surrounded by high-rise buildings, subways and buses, and has been immersed in the cityscape of cold gray and dazzling huge LCD screens for seven years.