At the foot of the mountain, in front of a flat cliff, even into jade, the morning breeze stopped and stood.

Chenfeng scratched his head, and looked at the cliff and Lian Chengyu with some curiosity. The stone wall in front of you was smooth as a mirror, and the milky white rock glittered in the sun, but there was nothing unusual about it.

Chenfeng was curious why he stopped here, Lian Chengyu had already walked towards the stone cliff, and Chenfeng hurriedly trotted to follow. Lian Chengyu glanced at the stone wall, turned around and said to Chenfeng with a smile: "Look at it, the old man doesn't want to do this hard work anymore in the future." ”

Chenfeng's eyes widened, and he saw Lian Chengyu's palm gently caressing the stone wall, and after touching it for a while, he suddenly pressed it hard, and at the same time turned his head and smiled: "This is it, that's right." ”

Chenfeng took a closer look, and saw that on the originally smooth stone wall, there was a big handprint at this moment, the imprint was not deep, but the outline was clear, and it was not difficult to find it if you looked closely.

Chenfeng turned his head to look at Lian Chengyu suspiciously.

Lian Chengyu looked at Chenfeng and didn't explain, and said bluntly: "Put your hand on it." ”

Hearing this, Chenfeng raised his small hand, opened his palm, and gently pressed it on the palm print of the stone wall.

On the stone wall was clearly an adult's palm print, and after the morning breeze pressed it, the fingertips barely covered the palm part of the palm print. Chenfeng looked at his somewhat funny behavior, and was about to turn around to ask Lian Chengyu, when he heard a dull loud bang suddenly in his ears.

Mistaking it for a landslide, Chenfeng hurriedly took a few steps back and came to Lian Chengyu's side. Then there was the stunned. I saw that the stone wall, which was originally as smooth as jade, began to shake wildly at this moment, accompanied by a continuous loud noise. Seeing that Lian Chengyu was still calm, Chenfeng was a little calmer, and he also stood aside and waited quietly.

After a while, the dust cleared, and a square black hole appeared in the middle of the stone wall.

"This is the entrance to Cloud Mountain?" Chenfeng's throat was a little dry.

This is the fairy mountain, if you want to go up the mountain, you must get its "door" to enter, not climb directly, and the cave blessed land in the Jianghu novels, mysterious and unpredictable, can not be regarded as common sense.

"Sort of, let's go in. It's been a long time coming. Lian Chengyu ignored Chenfeng's fantasies and said softly. Then he took the lead and walked into the black hole.

Chenfeng looked up at the sky, it was noon at the moment, the sun was like fire, shook his head to put away those messy thoughts, and followed Lian Chengyu into the black hole.

In the so-called door of the stone wall, it is long and narrow and dark, and the morning breeze follows Lian Chengyushen one foot shallow and one foot slowly forward. In front of him was the boundless darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, and only the sound of the soles of their feet rubbing the ground and the sound of deep breathing could be faintly heard.

At the beginning, Chenfeng was still full of curiosity, but after walking out for about half an hour, there was no light, Chenfeng was young after all, and he couldn't help but start thinking crankily: "Will there be powerful monsters in the passage? Will there be traps set up by predecessors here?" The so-called open arrows are easy to dodge and dark arrows are difficult to prevent, and many heroes in Jianghu novels have planted a lot of such heels. ”

"Don't be cranky, concentrate. At this moment, Lian Chengyu, who was walking in front, noticed that the morning breeze was breathing disorderly, and guessed that this kid had begun to use his rich imagination again, so he said coldly.

Chenfeng scratched his head in embarrassment, and said in his heart: "Uncle Lian is really amazing, he can actually see through people's hearts, Jiang is still old and spicy, admire and admire!"

Although he slandered so disrespectfully in his heart, Chenfeng immediately obeyed Lian Chengyu's request to keep his mind, no longer thinking nonsense, and followed Lian Chengyu step by step and continued to walk forward.

As the attention is focused, the morning breeze gradually feels a feeling of complete emptiness. Different from the last time I meditated with the power of heaven and earth, it was a process of gradually disappearing the whole body feeling, and at this moment, the morning breeze felt like a feather, gently swaying, fluttering like a fairy, as if abandoning the mortal womb of the flesh, leaving only thoughts floating between heaven and earth.

Nearly half an hour later, a bright light gradually appeared in the distance, soft but not dazzling.

"Have you come in? This door has been walking for an hour, isn't it that we are already in the belly of the mountain at this time?" muttered to Morning Wind as he looked at the light that was getting closer and closer in front of him.

"Here, this is the first layer of Yunshan. Lian Chengyu was the first to walk out of the pitch-black passage, standing in the light outside, and turned back to shout at the morning breeze.

When the morning breeze walked out of the passage and stood in the first layer of the so-called Cloud Mountain, his face was dazed. In front of you is a ruined garden? Is the exit of the mysterious dark passage just now the well next to it?

Morning Wind looked around, and was extremely sure that he and Uncle Lian would be in a long-abandoned garden, with the remains of some plants faintly visible, and the smell of decay in the air was not the mountainside he had guessed.

Lian Chengyu looked at Chenfeng's reluctant expression and looked angry, where did he not know the disappointment and slander in this kid's heart, so he said coldly: "Okay, don't look at it." You're the first person to enter this place in tens of thousands of years. I don't know how many people outside have broken their heads and blood, and their wives are scattered, just to know a trace of news about Yunshan. Don't get cheap or sell well, if you don't like it, it's better to go back the way you came. ”

"Haha, where, where, it couldn't be better. Chenfeng smiled and said insincerely.

Lian Chengyu didn't bother to pay attention to the morning breeze, looked at the ruined scene around him with a look of nostalgia, and after taking a deep breath, he didn't care anymore and took the lead to walk out.

Walking out of the garden, the morning breeze saw rows of low-rise houses with white walls and gray tiles in the distance, many of which were in ruins after countless years. However, it is not difficult to see from the number of houses and the way they are arranged that this place must have been crowded and lively.

Lian Chengyu walked through the white-walled and gray-tiled houses with the morning breeze and did not stop. I didn't stop until I walked in front of a three-story building.

It was once supposed to be a square, but there are still a few stone platforms left at the edge. The three-storey spire-like building is also dilapidated, and there is only one two-person-high iron door left, and there seems to be a light flickering and flickering inside, which makes Chenfeng have some anticipation and some eagerness to try.

"This hidden fire tower is divided into three layers, each layer has collected countless fires in the world, think which alchemist was not unscrupulous to enter this tower? Go, find the fire that suits you, everyone has their own fate, and you can't force it. Lian Chengyu looked extremely lonely at the moment facing this dilapidated tower-like building, and he was silent after giving a few brief introductions to Chenfeng.

"Uncle Lian, aren't you going in?" Chenfeng looked up at the plaque hanging on the door, only the word fire tower was faintly visible, and the word "hidden" had disappeared into the long river of time. If Lian Chengyu hadn't said the Hidden Fire Tower, Morrowind would probably never know the name of this building.

Facing Chenfeng's question, Lian Chengyu didn't speak, just shook his head slightly.

Chenfeng still wanted to ask how to connect the fire and what kind of fire should be connected, but looking at Lian Chengyu's lonely face, he remembered what Lian Chengyu had just said, "Everyone has their own fate, and they can't ask for it." He stopped talking, took a deep breath, and strode into the tower.

Although it is a place where the fire is hidden, the tower is cold and damp, which is the first feeling after the morning breeze enters, which is also very different from the imagination that the fire tower should be unusually hot.

After entering, the morning breeze saw that the flickering light was not a lamp, but a cluster of flames of different colors suspended out of thin air, yellow, cyan, red, and so on.

The morning breeze looked closely at the floating flames, but he didn't feel any difference, and the temperature around the flames seemed to be normal. It wasn't until Morrowind tried to put his finger into a cyan flame that there was a pinprick pain in his finger, and Morrowind knew that the seemingly cold flames were really cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and they couldn't be touched.

"How to choose?" Uncle Lian said that there are three floors here, why don't you read all the fires on the three floors before making a decision?" Thinking of this, Morrowind no longer hesitated, and observed the hundreds of fires on the first floor one by one.

Two hours later, Morrowind stopped in contemplation. The fires on the first floor should be about the same, and there is no superiority or inferiority, whether it is from the temperature of the center of the flame or the size of the appearance, it seems to be about the same.

So Morrowind no longer hesitated, and prepared to go down the stairs to the second floor to have a look. But just as Morrowind guessed the stairs with one foot, suddenly a flame drifted towards Morrowind and docked to the left of Morrowind.

The morning breeze was startled, and watched the flames stay on the wall a meter away from him, still floating around in small increments. "Is there anything special about this fire? is this my fate?" muttered to the morning breeze, as if afraid of disturbing the flame.

Chenfeng retreated down the stairs and walked under the moving fire, only to find that there were words on the wall on the left side of the stairs, and at this moment the flame was like reading a book, and it was moving up and down the vertical text on the wall.

Chenfeng looked at it fixedly, as if it recorded the origin of the Tibetan Fire Tower, and couldn't help but be shocked after reading it.

"At the beginning of the three hundred years of Qingli, in the name of Shuo Ying, the power of the poor world, collected the fire from all over the world, built a fire tower, and used Xingdan medicine to resist demons. ”

"Tibetan Fire Tower, Ying is famous, helped, and prosperous. In a hundred years, the elixir has flourished, and the magic barrier has retreated, and the contribution is great. ”

"In the four hundred and thirty-third year of Qingli, the thief entered, the enemy was betrayed, half of the fire was lost, and Aunt Ying was injured. After Emperor Shuo returned, he was furious, the world was ruined, Tuzong was destroyed, several killings were exhausted, and blood was shed. ”

"It's because of this, the fire is hidden, and the pill is gone. ”

"The world is in turmoil, the pill is in decline, Aunt Ying's injury is the reason for the thief. Heroism, children's affection, and anger at the crown are red-faced. Woe!

"The eons have turned into nothing, and the Yunshan Tower has stirred up dust. I don't see the anger of Emperor Shuo back then, and the spring breeze blows in the red land of the four seas. Joy and sorrow are right and wrong, and success or failure is right and wrong. Aunt Ying has a fire to treat future generations, and she doesn't ask about the past. ”

“......”

Morrowind repeatedly looked at the heart-wrenching records on the wall, and it was not difficult to see from the font, handwriting, and the spaces between each sentence that these passages should have come from different people and were engraved on the wall of the tower at different times. Chenfeng looked back at the words on the wall repeatedly, seriously thinking about the various things about this hidden fire tower, and couldn't help but sigh.