This is a story between a man and a mountain, and a story between a ghost and a mountain!

A mountain sits in there, and there are people living under the mountain, and these people are changed to mortals, and there are people living in the mountains, and these people are called cultivators, also called cultivators or mortals, but when this person stands on the mountain, then he is no longer a human being, but... Immortal!

A mountain is located there, there is yin and yang, and some people naturally have ghosts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere are ghosts on the mountain, which are called death, also known as death, and there are ghosts in the mountains, which are called monsters, and they are also cultivation, and the ghosts under the mountain are no longer ghosts, but... Rocky!

There are three Taoist realms, one realm looks at the mountain is a mountain, the second realm looks at the mountain is not a mountain, and the third realm looks at the mountain is still the same.

The mountain boundary, looking at its name, can have one or two solutions. In the mountain realm, there are hundreds of ups and downs, immortals, demons galloping, and naturally there are mortals who are like ants and stealing life.

Ants still know their fate, and mortals need to change their lives before they can be called 'people'. So there is a mountain search road!

A mountain is located, if you want to be at the top, there are countless roads, but millions of people can find the mountain, the top, and how many people can go to the peak?

The mountain is located, where a mortal immortal is buried, and thousands of mortals are also buried. Become a mortal immortal, and there are thousands of mortals buried. The road to the mountains is paved with white bones, bizarre, intrigued, and human nature is annihilated.

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There are bears and heroes in people, and there are also hills and huge peaks in mountains. It is also the top of the mountain, the top of Ling Kunlun Mountain can become an immortal, and the top of the Red Ridge is also mortal!

Chiling, a hundred zhang mountain range in the wilderness of the southern region of the mountain boundary, in the realm of cultivating immortals, this mountain is like an ant!

The dragon is prostrate, the eagle is trembling, the eagle is screaming, and the bird is avoiding!

Although Chiling and Kunlun are more similar to ants, in the southern and northern regions, Chiling is a prostrate and sleeping fierce tiger, intimidating the Quartet. In this northern country, apart from the other three forces, who dares to touch the East Red Tiger Whiskers?

There are clouds in the north: there is a tiger in the east and often lies in the mountains, there is a shield in the south to defend against the four directions, there is a crane in the west and the cold is lonely and proud, and there is a fish in the north sea, as if it wants to jump over the dragon gate.

These are the four major families outside the royal family of the northern kingdom! The tiger roars in the mountains and forests, and does not care about the affairs of the DPRK and China; Xuanwu occupies the south and is loyal to the country; the spirit crane falls to the west and ignores the mortal dust; and the fish and dragon have changed and the north raises its head.

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At the foot of Chiling Mountain, there is a quaint manor, the vicissitudes of ancient trees, mottled eaves walls, all of which are full of years and endless wind and frost.

The main entrance of the manor is separated from two tiger sculptures, and the two are in the shape of roaring in the sky, as if they want to reverse the heavens! In front of them are two totem poles as high as nine zhang, and a huge plaque floats in the void above the nine zhang between the totem poles. In the book: The word "Futu", the word of ancient vicissitudes, has a hegemonic appearance, and the looming qi is derived, so that people dare not underestimate the owner of this manor.

It is rumored that this character was written by a powerful person on the mountain to bless the family. But I think that the power is too much, who dares to scratch the tiger whiskers of the Red Tiger Floating Slaughter in this northern country? Most of the people who dare to do this are already white bones on the road to find the mountain.

In the corner of this huge manor, there is a small and quiet courtyard, and in the courtyard is planted a crooked ironwood tree. In the shade of Ironwood there was a swaying rattan chair, on which lay a plain-looking young man, his eyes closed, as if he were sleeping.

Suddenly, the young man's closed eyes opened suddenly, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, there was a strange power evolving, and the momentum was incomparable, as if there was a bloodthirsty beast hidden deep in the young man's slightly emaciated body.

When he was young, everything calmed down, and the boy returned to the ordinary, without the slightest breath leaking.

"Come in!" said the boy, without the slightest emotion.

"Yes, master!"

With a creak, the door of the small courtyard opened, and a middle-aged man with a cold face walked in, the man walked straight to the young man, bowed slightly, and said, "Master, the head of the family asked you to go to the Futu Hall at noon tomorrow, and I have something to tell you." ”

The boy didn't speak, just looked at the ironwood branch above his head faintly. The man still stood still, his expression unchanged, silently waiting for the boy to speak.

"Lao Jiu, you have also stepped into that field now. The young man said lightly, his eyes still looking at the branches.

"Yes, my subordinates just broke through yesterday and achieved backing. The middle-aged man's expression did not change, and he spoke indifferently, as if the realm of the backer was too ordinary.

It is necessary to know that if ordinary people can embark on the road of seeking mountains, they are extraordinary, not to mention the realm of backing mountains above the nine realms of seeking mountains, which is already a legend.

In the southern region, about one person out of 10,000 people can step into the first realm of seeking mountains, but if you want to set foot in the second realm of seeking mountains, it is estimated that there are only three or two people in the first realm of a hundred.

In other words, among the hundreds of millions of mountain-seeking realms, there is probably one person who can one day enter the mountain realm.

It can be seen from this that the mountain realm is very rare, and it is necessary to know that the Futu family in the northern kingdom of Megatron is only eight or nine strong people under the age of 100.

"Huh?"

The young man was slightly stunned, glanced at the middle-aged man in surprise, and then smiled slightly. Originally, he thought that the man had comprehended the creation of stepping on the backer, and stepped into that field with one foot, but he didn't expect it......

"Haha, that's good. It is worthy of being my brother, and he has entered the backing country at the age of standing, which is good, not bad. Maybe one day you'll be able to get on top of the backer. ”

Watching the young man laugh, a trace of complexity flashed in the man's eyes, with reminiscence, excitement, and killing intent......

"Master, Wei Ying is not worthy of being your brother, his subordinates are just your shadows. The man said again.

"Futu Jiuming, let me say it again, you and I can be commensurate with each other. Don't think of yourself as a shadow just because I saved you. ”

The young man stood, dressed in gray and agitated, three thousand black hairs danced wantonly, his eyes were like lightning, staring at the middle-aged man coldly, without saying a word.

The man was silent, just staring at the boy firmly, as if time had stood still.

After a long time, the boy sat back in a dejected manner and waved his hand casually, "Okay, okay." Do what you want. ”

"Yes, Shadow obeys. The man said respectfully.

Ignoring the stubborn man, the young man's eyes closed again, his face was slightly pale, and a trace of cold aura loomed from the young man's body.

Sensing this scene, a trace of guilt flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: if it weren't for him, how could the master suffer such a tribulation. On that rainy night full of killing ten years ago, he lived himself, and also annihilated a genius, a genius who was already a genius in the Nine Realms of Mountains at the age of seven!

That's why I practiced so hard, wasn't the purpose of protecting him? Today's Futu family, no one knows the name of Weiying, but how many people know that Weiying once had a name -- Futu Jiuming! Even if they knew, how many people dared to mention it? If they mentioned it once, they would call it once, hehe. Although he has been injured and bled before, isn't it because of these injuries that he can break through the realm of backing mountains today?

A bitter arc crossed the corners of his mouth, and Wei Ying's eyes became more unwavering. Backing the mountain, now I am the backer of the master.

The breath fluctuated, the young man gradually fell asleep, the rattan chair was still swaying, and a middle-aged man with a cold face stood next to him.

As time passed, the young man's face became more and more pale, his forehead was bulging, the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, and beads of sweat oozed from time to time. At this time, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and it was like a breeze blowing, and the cold sweat on the young man's body dissipated, and his face became calm......

After a long time, the boy woke up again, opened his tired eyes, and his bloodshot eyes appeared, and the boy again looked faintly at the ironwood branch above his head, without saying a word. Time has passed again!

"Ah Jiu, what time is it now?"

"The sun has just set. ”

"Yes, no wonder the sky is so beautiful, is this the so-called 'sunset is infinitely good, but it's just near dusk'?" the young man slowly got up and looked at the western sky.

"Master don't be so pessimistic, your wounds will surely be healed. ”

A flash of grief flashed in Wei Ying's eyes, but he said firmly.

"I'm fine, I'm just emotional. Now as long as I don't touch that realm, I'll be fine. The young man spoke, his tone was indifferent, without the slightest joy or sorrow, as if it was not him who was hurt......

Seeing the young man's appearance like this, Wei Ying's face did not change, but the killing intent in his heart was monstrous, that person should be killed, and the nine clans should be punished!

Although ten years is not a long time, for a boy who is only 17 years old, he begins to suffer from that kind of physical and mental mutilation at the age of seven, how unfair. You need to know that kind of pain even the strong people of the Nine Realms will commit suicide in pain, but he has endured it for ten years!

Wei Ying felt resentful in his heart, because he knew that for his master, physical pain was secondary, and the most unbearable thing for the boy was the ridicule, ridicule, and bullying of the family......

But in ten years, although the child with extraordinary talent back then could not step into the backer, his Dao realm was the lowest and third realm! If he could cure the poison, it was estimated that the young man would be able to surpass that Penglai. However, heaven is unfair!

"Master, Wei Ying will do everything he can to find that peerless elixir to cure you! ”

Wei Ying suddenly knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice to the young man's back.

"Well, why do you bother?" the boy sighed, not looking back.

"I believe I can, so I will!" said Shadow firmly, looking resolute.

"Okay, you can go, but you have to promise me one condition. ”

"Master, please command!"

"Unless you find the elixir, you will not be allowed to come back for a hundred years, and you will not be allowed to inquire about any news from the northern kingdom. The boy stared back at the shadow, his breath rising and falling again.

"Master!"

The middle-aged man shouted a little flustered. He had an indescribable feeling, and there was great fear in his heart.

Seeing the man like this, the young man felt a little unbearable, so he said slowly: "Don't worry, within a hundred years, I won't die." Let's go down!"

Wei Ying stared at the young man tightly, for a long time, and saw the young man nodding slightly, before bowing again: "Yes." Then he turned and walked away.

Seeing the man walk out of the small courtyard, the young man walked to the rattan chair and slowly lay down. A sigh sounded in the bottom of my heart, unknown to Wei Ying.

"Ah Jiu, right and wrong back then, we were all chess pieces. The ants still know their fate, and those people are no longer human...... The holy medicine is already a legend, let alone the immortal medicine...... A hundred years, a hundred years, you may forget me and embark on that mountain road...... Life or death, I will never change, I will still be me-Fu Tuwei!"

"But I'm ...... Is it really Fu Tu Wei?"

The young man's expression was confused, and there seemed to be a thousand layers of haze brewing on his forehead.