The expectations of the villagers and the calls of relatives and friends, Jiang Liuer can ignore them at this time.

He stepped on the bluestone staircase, feeling that it was just an impulsive adventure, and that he could afford the punishment that followed.

On the side of the Hengtang Bridge, the three corrections of Donglu were surrounded by the villagers who gathered back and forth, and their expressions were terrified.

Some people said that they saw Yin Jiajiang Liu'er sneakily running towards the back mountain in the evening, and an elderly swordsmith at the foot of the mountain rushed to report.

There is no way out of the high pavilion, everyone knows, how Jiang Liuer can climb the mountain.

On each funeral day, according to the village rules, four mourners will be selected, and these mourners are decided by the five standing chambers, most of whom are from the palace.

When Donglu Village was built, the palace began to be built under it, holding criminals who had been sentenced for generations.

The four chosen mourners were fed an herb called hook fu, and after three days of its effect, the mourners were all skinny and unpopular, so that they could carry the coffin up the mountain.

Could it be that Jiang Liu'er accidentally ate the poisonous weed Hook Fu, and accidentally found the bluestone ladder up the mountain, everyone speculated.

As for what exactly is on the Cloud Pavilion, no one in the village knows, only that there is a disaster brewing on it.

Yin Mo led the villagers straight to Donglu Mountain, the foot of the mountain was a sea of fog, desolate and boundless, along the foot of the mountain are all ring ring blade stones, during which there are countless traps, and if you strayed into it, you will not die or be injured, and you can't find a way up the mountain at all.

The entire southern foot of the country was full of panicked villagers, the long fiery snake was like a dragon swimming and leaping, and the light that rushed to the sky could not necessarily disperse the fog, and the dark mountains seemed to hide some evil way, and they were smiling wickedly with fangs.

Shu Huan immediately opened the Void Breaking Clairvoyant Pupil Technique, and the two crimson dots were painted into eight blood rays of light and spread towards the four corners of the eye socket in pairs, and the extremely fast vision cleared the fog and made it difficult to advance.

Yin Mo and Nan Huaijin were staring at his movements anxiously on the side, looking even more nervous than himself, and the more unknown they were, the more terrifying they were.

When Yin Xinyue learned that Jiang Liuer didn't come home from school, but went to the back mountain, crying and wanting to go out with her father to find him, but was stopped by her mother Shen Susu.

"Your brother...... He'll be back. ”

"At that time, I was reviewing illusions with Nan Huairou in the training ground and asked him to go with me, but he said that he would go home early, but I didn't expect it to ......" Yin Xinyue choked up guiltily.

"Xinyue, listen to my mother's words, just stay at home, Jiang Liu'er will be fine as a boy. Shen Susu was worried, but she still comforted her with soft eyes.

"Mother...... You lied to me, the people in the village said that he walked up the bluestone ladder to sacrifice to the sages of the past generations, and he couldn't come back. Yin Xinyue pushed Shen Susu away, she was extremely disappointed at this time, remembering that every time she committed a crime in the academy, Jiang Liu'er stupidly stood in front of her and carried the black cauldron, and the more she thought about it, the more sorry she felt for her brother.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Yin Xinyue snuggled into Shen Susu's arms and gradually fell asleep.

Everyone was still waiting at the foot of Donglu Mountain, Shu Huan's back was soaked with sweat, and what he saw was the most real face of this mountain, because it was real, it was terrifying.

The deeper the mountain road, the darker the scenery, the cooler and thinner the breath, the dead grass and rotten trees all exuded the smell of rancidity, and the miasma of poisonous insects was raging, almost making it difficult for people to walk an inch, Jiang Liu'er stopped, because he faintly noticed a pair of burning eyes in front of him.

On the cold bluestone ladder sat a man with shaggy hair and a scruffy beard, holding a worn-out bamboo broom, staring at him intently.

There were several black ants lying on the gray robes, and the muddy cloth shoes had already worn several large holes, revealing their black toes.

Judging from the large cloud of white gas coming out of his mouth, Jiang Liu'er concluded that he was still a living person, and since he was a human being, there was nothing to fear.

After a few steps closer, I saw his old face wrinkled like a meat bun, and under the thin black leather mask, there was a pair of clear and warm eyes, which seemed to be burning with flames, burning and scorching.

The two glanced at each other, Jiang Liu'er suddenly felt that the cold current beside him had dispersed a little, and he was about to ask about something, but he saw him standing up with a broom and silently sweeping the stone ladder without saying a word.

Step by step, carefully and carefully swept through, never disturbed by the centipede or black beetle that crawled up to his shoulder.

The hands were old and thin, but they were vigorous and powerful when they wielded the broom.

When he swept to the feet of Jiang Liu'er, he had no intention of stopping, and was even about to sweep him into the jungle like dust.

Jiang Liu'er jumped a few times to dodge the broom's attack, and when he landed, he pointed at him and scolded:

"You sweep the floor and don't have eyes!"

The sweeping slave ignored it, but the broom in his hand flew up at Jiang Liu'er's speed, kicking up dust in the sky, making him gray and dirty.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Why don't you sweep all the dust on me? ”

The sweeping slave said at this time: "What's the matter with the mud and sticky clothes, if you dare to come up, I will sweep you down!"

"If you don't take a bath and change your clothes, you'll get sick, didn't your mother teach you?" Jiang Liu'er sneered heartlessly, making the sweeping slave stunned.

The sweeping slave raised his head slightly, thinking that this baby was very interesting, so he simply sat down cross-legged and asked:

"What are you doing here?"

Jiang Liu'er raised her head and looked at the high pavilion in the middle of the clouds behind the sweeping slave, her face was dazed, and she couldn't hold back a legitimate reason for a long time.

The sweeping slave's eyes glowed golden, and he asked in a tone that saw through everything:

"You will only bring bad luck to Donglu Village if you do this!"

Jiang Liu'er was momentarily stunned, he felt that he should grow up happily in Donglu Village, go to the beginner's class, go to the middle class, go to the advanced class, and then go to the major class, and then he would naturally become the seventh generation of virtuous cultivators, admired by 10,000 people.

But first of all, he believes that before he can become a virtuous cultivator with both ability and integrity, he must first know why the people who are now in power are people with foreign surnames.

The pursuit of the truth of the world, isn't this what Donglu Academy advocates, and now it has become doom.

"Doom?" Jiang Liu'er blurted out after pondering for a moment.

"Right...... The bad luck of the village, good luck and bad luck, in the end is your fate!" said the sweeping slave with a smashing mouth.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to face the bad luck, if the heavens allow me, I can live!" Jiang Liu'er said this very seriously, his face full of unyielding and resolute.

"It's not that important whether you live or die alone...... I'm talking about the people behind you. After speaking, the sweeping slave bent down, carefully swept the stone ladder, and drove Jiang Liu'er down step by step.

Rushing to a broken bluestone staircase, he threw down his broomstick and ran into the jungle, kowtowing three times to a broken tombstone.

Jiang Liu'er glanced at it casually and saw the name of a legendary figure engraved on it: Fifth Virtuous Cultivator - Padmasambhava.

Then he turned away, stared at the fire at the foot of the mountain for a long time, and walked down the mountain with his feet up......