Chapter 3: Entry
On the same day, Ye Xiaowei and the others were about to go up the mountain.
Except for a few pairs, which were wrapped in his savings over the years, he brought the bamboo chair.
Of course, the bamboo chair was carried by Yuhua.
Later, Chen Dao really couldn't look at it, and as soon as the thin girl was struggling to carry such a large chair, he put the bamboo chair into the Qiankun bag.
Yuhua grinned, extremely happy.
Only Ye Xiaowei tilted his head slightly, not knowing where to look, and not knowing what he was thinking.
The journey was extremely slow, but it was still half a day's work, before dark.
After all, Guanjing Village is at the foot of Lianbi Mountain.
But the closer you go, the more you can't see the appearance of Lianbi Mountain.
From a distance, it looks like a Great Wall, with rolling mountains, but there are no ups and downs.
Some people say that the Lianbishan mountain range was originally very uneven.
But later, there was an ancestor of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect, and one day when Edgeworth returned, he felt that the ups and downs were very eye-catching, so he flattened all the mountains with one sword.
There is no way to verify the truth of the legend, but above the eight realms, the mountains can be broken and reclaimed.
Yuhua looked around with interest, Chen Dao's expression was as usual, and Ye Xiaowei's face could not see the slightest change, it seemed that only his bamboo chair could move him.
Chen Dao pointed to the mountain peak in the distance, and in an instant, a light lit up, like a transparent cover covering the entire Lianbi Mountain.
There was the sound of an eagle chirping, and a huge black eagle flew from afar, its wings spread like a hut.
Fly closer, and you'll notice that his black eyes are the size of a human head.
Chen Dao threw a piece of his head, and it suddenly opened its mouth to catch it.
"Its name is Wutian, and it is only six months old. ”
"Wow, it's only six months old, how old he's when he grows up. ”
Chen Dao winked at Yuhua and thought.
"Probably that mountain. ”
He pointed into the distance, and a hill stood there.
Yuhua swallowed her saliva and began to respect the big bird in front of her.
"Let's go. ”
With a gust of wind, the three of them were gently supported on the back of the eagle.
"Stand firm. ”
The wings opened, and an invisible force prompted them to leave the ground, and Yuhua had already fallen down, clutching the feathers tightly in his hands, and stretched out his head to look down.
"It's huge. ”
The Lianbi Mountain Range stretches for hundreds of miles, looking like a huge city wall from the air, and among the mountains, there are countless peaks.
"This is the sect, the sect has a total of one hundred and eight peaks, in addition to the peak where you are located, remember not to break into the peak at will, some peaks are forbidden places, and more there are elders in the retreat, once the retreat is broken, it is light to be expelled from the sect. ”
Yuhua nodded.
The eagle began to swoop until it landed on the square of a mountain peak.
"This is Wangtian Peak, the place where the disciples of the inner and outer sects of the sect practice, there is a cave here that is mine, I will take you there. ”
There were many disciples in the square, looking at Ye Xiaowei and Yuhua, showing a kind gaze, more for Chen Dao beside them.
From this point of view, Chen Dao's status in the outer gate should not be low.
They came to a cave mansion, Yuhua asked the two to live together, Chen Dao was slightly stunned, there was no way.
Only they know that every full moon night, Yuhua's body is like ice.
Only Ye Xiaowei's blood can bring her warmth.
Both of them are sick, Ye Xiaowei can bring warmth to Yuhua, but no one can save the scars on Ye Xiaowei's body.
It's a secret that belongs to them.
Chen Dao threw down a book and left, saying that he would come back tomorrow.
The two stayed in the cave.
Yuhua doesn't like unfamiliar environments, so naturally she won't hang out.
Ye Xiaowei was lazy and just wanted to lie down.
Yuhua opened the book.
The title of the book is "Entry".
"Entry. ”
She muttered softly.
Then it was as if I was trapped.
Vaguely, a door seemed to open for her.
At the beginning of the avenue, there are nine realms of cultivation.
Quenching the body, raising the spirit, stepping on the air, moving mountains, breaking the river, cutting the spirit, preaching, small consummation, and sanctification.
Quenching the body in one realm and honing one's own ......
When Yuhua walked out of the book, he found that Ye Xiaowei had fallen asleep.
She sighed.
"How it feels. ”
Ye Xiaowei didn't know when he had opened his eyes, still lying on the table, looking at her with his chin raised.
"It's very mysterious, I don't understand it very well, I want you to take a look at it. ”
As he spoke, he pushed the book towards Ye Xiaowei.
Ye Xiaowei shook his head.
"Actually, the most important thing in cultivation is to cultivate the mind. The meaning of the quenching realm is to temper the physical body, so that the physical body can withstand the washing of the aura of heaven and earth. ”
Yuhua nodded,
"Young master, how do you know that a realm is a quenching body. ”
Ye Xiaowei glanced at her and continued to preach.
"Actually, you can enter the country. ”
"Inbound?"
"Yes, entry,"
"How?"
"Go and get the young master's bamboo chair back, it's still with the old man, I'll tell you when I come back." ”
"But I don't know where Elder Chen is, he said that he will come back tomorrow, young master, you can't wait a day. ”
"The young master is tired and wants to sleep. ”
"Okay, let's give the bed to the young master. ”
Ye Xiaowei stretched his waist and climbed into bed.
Yuhua then opened the book, and there was a hint of feeling, like a line, but she couldn't grasp it.
"Rub Childe's shoulders. ”
Ye Xiaowei muttered, and Yuhua immediately put down the book.
The sky outside the door seemed to be getting darker and darker, and Yuhua was digesting what had happened that day.
She is finally getting closer and closer to those "mountain people".
............
Chen Dao returned to his cave mansion.
A hand swiped across the Qiankun bag, and a piece of rune paper appeared.
He uses spiritual power as ink and fingers as pens.
The rune was inscribed, and in a breath, the rune paper burned, and the smoke condensed into a small person, who seemed to be an old man.
"Senior brother. ”
Chen Dao shouted.
"Senior brother, there is something important in the sect, you actually used a voice note. ”
"Yes, I went down the mountain the day before yesterday and found a disciple with excellent Dao roots, who has now been brought into the sect, and I want to ask the senior brother to come back as soon as possible, so as not to be robbed by other mountains. ”
"Oh, a disciple, how good the talent is, and it deserves so much attention from the junior disciple. ”
"Yuhua Spirit. ”
Chen Dao said lightly.
Sure enough, there was an exclamation from the senior brother over there.
"What?"
"Senior brother, Yuhua Spirit Body! You have been looking for a lifelong physique, and I have brought it back. ”
"Well done junior brother, I'll go back to the sect immediately, you wait for me, remember not to let other peak masters find out, I can go back tomorrow." ”
"Don't worry, I've placed them at the outer gate first, and no one will find out. ”
The smoke dissipated, and Chen Dao smiled reassuringly.
Only he knew how long his senior brother had been looking for a disciple of the Yuhua Spirit Body.
He took out a pot of wine from the Qiankun bag, and when he found that the bamboo chair was still there, he took it out, put it in the room, and began to drink.
Looking back on his life, he has practiced for hundreds of years, and he has reached the Six Realms.
But he was also stuck in the Six Realms Slashing Spirit.
Slashing the spirit and slashing the spirit, it is his own spirit that is chopping, but this knife, he doesn't know how to swing it, how to cut it out.
The wine is the monkey wine of the mountains, and even the monks will get drunk because of it.
He thought of Yuhua and also thought of Zhao Shisan.
She is a true pride of heaven, a person favored by the heavens.
At the age of seventeen, he has only been cultivating for a few years, and he is the four realms.
He was also curious about how far Yuhua could go.
Suddenly, he saw Ye Xiaowei.
But he just smiled self-deprecatingly.
He ...... Probably it is impossible to put. ”
He staggered to the bamboo chair and reclined on it like a boy at the bottom of the mountain.
Mind drifts away.
There is a faint light on the bamboo chair, and there are lines, like a black snake climbing up the bamboo chair.
These swimming snakes are exactly the same as the runes he just drawn, only more vigorous, as if they have come to life.
It's night, and it's going to pass.