Chapter 12 The Idiot Boy in the Mountains and Beyond the Mountains

...... Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info old news book there are scholars who occasionally meet the owner of Furong Mountain, Furong Mountain is just an unknown hill in the old days, but because of this famous sentence can be spread for thousands of miles, but the so-called famous mountain is only a thousand miles after all, and Furong Mountain is a hundred miles away, there is a mountain, a mountain without a name, quietly creeping in the extreme north of the mainland.

There is a lot of snow on the mountain, and many of them cannot see the ravines between the mountains, but they are not called snow-capped mountains; there are very few people on the mountains, and the few are unpleasant and only a few words, but they are not called empty mountains. But after all, it is a famous mountain that everyone on the continent knows, and there must be a name, so this mountain has become a mountain called "mountain", a lonely mountain character, without other prefixes, everyone knows that it is the mountain without a name.

Those who come up from the mountains become mountain people.

No one knows where the mountain people are, they live in the far north, they are neighbors with ice and snow, and they are companions with desert people, but they all have the faces of the people of the Great Yin Country.

Some people think that they are sinners who have been exiled to the far north, and they do not justify, some angrily denounce them as traitors who have turned their backs on their country, and they are still peaceful, and there are others who worship them as gods, stationed in the abyss where evil spirits are imprisoned, and they do not hold up burning torches. All the voices were quiet, the mountain was still there, and the people in the mountain were still watching the continent alone, coldly.

Later, someone finally wanted to ask when the mountain appeared and where the people in the mountain came from. People are confused, even the oldest country on the mainland, the people who have the oldest classics, are also confused.

Later, people learned that mountains are history.

The mountain is really history. Or not just history.

One day, the old Taoist said to the snowstorm: "Someone in the mountain is dead." ”

No one cares if someone dies, what they care about is Lao Dao's next sentence.

"Someone died outside the mountain. ”......

For many people, death is not terrible, such as mountain people. But for more people, death is extremely terrible, such as Xia He, such as Yin Huai. So Yin Huai lived carefully, and Xia He also tried to live carefully, but the difference between the two was that Yin Huai was still alive, while the other died and was dragged to the river.

The sky is very clear, and if the river called the Giethoorn River had emotions, it would not have been able to produce a clear mood. Just sent away a pool of dirty blood, and now there is a floating corpse.

There was no one by the river in the early morning, and the wind from somewhere blew away the faint smell of blood in the air.

Yin Huai came to the bluestone by the river, and the cool breeze blew on the summer night, blowing the bluestone comfortably, but the young man sitting on the bluestone did not feel the rare gift.

The boy was thinking about a question, a question that was not about life, but only about death.

Yin Huai comes from the world of dreams, and the world of the dream world is the world of ghosts.

What a ghost. All living beings will die, and death will return to the earth, this is called a ghost. Those who are ghosts are classified as ghosts. Ghosts, depression complexes become ghosts. Ghosts, those who are born by gathering yin energy. Where the spirits of ghosts return.

Ghost Protector, Xiuya.

Cultivating oneself as a ghost and depressed oneself as a soul, this is also cultivation. The so-called one who rises from the dead.

There is nothing in the world, and the place where the extreme life is accompanied by death, so the ghost cultivator is only a lonely ghost after all.

Only a ghost cultivator can be born from death, which is the extreme.

But ghost cultivation needs ghost books.

Yin Huai doesn't have a ghost book, but Yin Huai has a night of gray paper.

Yin Huai took out a page of paper from his arms, the paper was gray, faded in color, and lost its brilliance. But after all, it's a ghost book.

Looking up at the sky, there were clouds floating in the sky, Yin Huai remembered that the sky that was always floating with gray clouds used to be, and there were ghosts under the sky under the sky that belonged to another world.

The boy smiled, smiled very happily, this is the boy who really looks like a teenager who has never grown up.

The side of the paper in his hand was glowing and gray. The lying youth was equally gray......

...... The book turned a few pages, and it wasn't the wind......

Xia He suddenly felt very hot, and the heat seemed to be burning, but in fact, he really burned up.

Ghosts are intolerable things in the world, and they are afraid of the world's most rigid and yang, and they are also the most yang things in the world that want to clean up the filth. Ghost cultivation is also for things born from death, and only by cultivating a mouthful of anger can it replenish its vitality, so refining a wisp of yang breath and cultivating vitality is the only way for all ghost cultivators.

The one who needs to be angry, born from the yang. There are many ghosts, all of whom are defeated by the line of qi refining. The losers are all scattered, and they return to the ruins as spiritual energy.

Xia He is raising this wisp of anger.

Wow, the river poured on Xia He's charred body, extinguishing a little spark, leaving dark scars.

"Is this the sea of fire? When did I live in Daoshan? No, I should be dead now, I didn't expect to see the sea of fire when I died, I shouldn't have made a vow to go to the sea of fire with anyone. Xia He only had a fiery red in his sight, in this regard, Xia He was really a genius, and he could still deviate elsewhere at this time.

"Hey, smiled...... Is it distorted?" Yin Huai took a handful of water and poured it on Xia He's handsome face, and that smile drowned in the river......

"Hey, it seems to be cooler, speaking of which, is this really a netherworld? Why don't there be a little ghosts, what about the bull's head?" "As far as the eye can see, there is only a sea of fire.

"Really, how long will it take to burn like this, if the more genius it is, the longer it will burn, how can a genius like me burn until this sea of fire is burned out?"

It was at this time that Xia He also thought of this question. It stands to reason that ghosts are creatures that are extremely afraid of flames, and generally ghosts can complete the first step of qi cultivation in less than half a cup of tea. However, Yin Huai looked up at the sun in the sky, it had already been the time for a cup of tea, and Xia He's body was still burning.

Xia He looked at the sea of fire, very annoyed, and scolded, "Even if I am a genius, don't burn me like this, I have to reincarnate quickly and find my sister." As if hearing Xia He's scolding, the flames suddenly became more violent, and Xia He's scolding was interrupted by the screams.

What Yin Huai saw now was a different scene, a fire lotus floating in the air, the originally red flame was dyed with a layer of dark blue at some point, and the dark blue was still eating away at the remaining red little by little.

"This ......" Yin Huai was very surprised, as if he had seen something incredible, "Is it because he is a cultivator in this world?" Yin Huai didn't know that only he could see this flame now.

There's a play going on by the river, and it's called, The Idiot Boy Who Looks Up at the Sky......

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