Liu Ziji in Nanyang does not exist in the Zhongyuan world, Yue Heng can write it boldly with confidence, when it is a pseudonym, everyone understands it, whether it is a hunter in Hongxian County, Liu Ziji, it doesn't matter who is who, this article seems to be fantasy and realistic on the surface, but it is actually implied idealism, and the most important thing is the connotation and deep meaning it wants to express.

With a roaring sound, the white mist hovering above the girder of the thatched hut turned into a materialized one, and the long dragon-like fog flow turned into a white python, whistling and circling, bringing up a violent wind, blowing so that everyone in the house couldn't help but raise their hands sideways to block the hurricane that was blowing in their faces, and their eyes were fascinated by the wind and could hardly be opened.

The wooden table at the center of the storm was calm and calm, Yue Heng hung his hands down, standing straight in front of the poem, the corners of his clothes fluttering, his robes bulging and shaking, and his cloak being blown off, revealing that ordinary but resolute face.

But he didn't move at all, and his eyes widened to look at the "Peach Blossom Spring" in front of him, which was as quiet as a waterhole, as straight as a green pine in the wind.

"The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" was surrounded by a strong wind, and the white mist pythons on the thatched hut roared in turn, as if they wanted to seize the article, but they were all blocked by a layer of golden light above the poem, which was really solid and did not move at all.

There was a huge wild laugh in the hut, who was it not the old man in the morning and twilight?

"Among the kings of Chuyou, the people of Hongxian hunt for their ......"

The old man, who looked extremely weak, stood up trembling at this moment, and several white mist pythons were wrapped around him, supporting his body like chains of flowing water, and he laughed loudly. repeats the content of the poems in "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring".

At the same time, a part of the white mist python rushed out of the hut, and more fresh white mist poured in again. The white mist python that rushed out first turned into thousands of tiny mist threads and scattered in all directions, and it didn't take long for the entire Misty Valley to resound everywhere with the vibration of leaves, new grass breaking through the soil, and the resonance of all kinds of plants.

In particular, the vast expanses of the ancient peach blossom forests, which were almost extinct, were now entangled in the mist that awakened them, as if they had been dewed by heaven. Dead trees give birth to new shoots, and old trees give birth to tender skin. The peach blossoms that have not been seen for a hundred years have also begun to bloom on their own, and under the mist, there is even a gorgeous scene of falling flowers.

The body of the old man in the thatched hut made a terrifying crackling and exploding sound, except for Yue Heng. The other three involuntarily leaned against each other, shielding themselves with their robes in front of the door, watching with horror as they all began.

They were fortunate enough to see the resonance of the text in front of Yue Heng, most of them were shining brightly, Fuxi Xingchen responded, at most, everyone around them was happy, and they resonated.

No one would have thought that half of the article was written, and a white mist would actively flood in. When the whole story is finished, the giant python is entangled, and the momentum is huge. Even this hermit old man, who was approaching the seventh level of Wenxiang, stood up and treated it with caution!

The old man's laughter was filled with inexplicable strength, and when he thought that the hunter was invited to drink freely in Peach Blossom Village, his eyes flashed with tears, and those seemingly terrifying white mist pythons not only wrapped around him, but also penetrated in and out of his seven orifices. If you look closely, the white python goes in. When it came out, it was slightly gray, and the old python rushed out of the hut, and the new fog python was replenished, transforming the old man's body like washing the marrow and cutting the scriptures.

Yue Heng still didn't move, outsiders saw him as extremely calm, in fact, he was like Min Ruogu just now, falling into an unseen illusory space, he was looking at the past and present life of the Misty Valley from a god's perspective, hundreds of years of changes, like a real documentary, advancing at a very fast speed, forcibly pouring into his brain.

"Peach Blossom Spring...... Peach Blossom Village ...... The nobles of the Sao land...... Ghost Valley Branch Inheritance...... War...... Slaughter...... Aloneness...... Perdition ......"

Yue Heng was terrified, he couldn't believe how this tribe of hundreds of people had survived this divine punishment for hundreds of years, the Misty Valley was full of too much blood, conspiracy, violence, and killing, he could deeply understand the belief that this human hermit longed for peace and stability, but it backfired, the greed of humans and demon beasts continued to impact the people of the Misty Valley, this tribe had been hurt too much, they kept shouting, where is the real paradise, where is the home of peace they are seeking!

“...... Hahaha! What a late uninterested person!" The old man laughed wildly, with a trilling voice and a great sadness in his laughter.

"Xanadu, Xanadu, old decay has been cultivating for more than 120 years, and I still can't see through the true meaning of this paradise! If it weren't for Yue Xiaoyou's awakening today, how could the old man have realized the way of heaven? Hahahaha! Thank you Yue Xiaoyou!"

The old man's body was wrapped in a fog python and couldn't see his figure clearly, and everyone could only hear his voice, but gradually the dragon chanting python hissed bigger and bigger, and only his crazy laughter could be heard, which lasted for a stick of incense or so, and the white fog python gradually dispersed, and the three of them watched carefully, where can they still see this mysterious hermit old man in the thatched hut?

"Let's go, let's go to the Misty Waterhole. Yue Heng's voice came, very weak, very flat, as if he was exhausted, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Lei Fat Man was almost frightened, he stammered and asked, "Brother Yue, what happened?"

Min Ruogu also took Yue Heng's arm, and Xiaobai jumped into the hood behind Yue Heng's neck, asking questions non-stop.

Yue Heng's mood was not very high, so he could only squeeze out a smile and looked at Wen Xinyue and Min Ruogu: "Do you have a resonance?"

The two women shook their heads together, Yue Heng nodded secretly, it was right if there was no resonance.

There are two reasons, one is because the Misty Valley was sealed by the great divine powers, cutting off the connection with Fuxi Xingchen, and the second is because "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" is too difficult for the two women to understand, the two of them are too low-level, and they are not deeply involved in the world, so they will only treat it as an ordinary travelogue, and they can't understand the deep meaning in it at all.

Yue Heng pushed open the door of the hut, the quiet small village did not change at all, as if everyone had just had a dream just now, but he knew in his heart that the hermit master must have been enlightened, there are few paradises in this world, and the real paradise should be in people's hearts.

A blind eye, the authorities are confused, and they have lived in seclusion for hundreds of years and cannot contact the outside world, only in this way can the abnormality of the old man be explained, Yue Heng is very sure that "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" has made a breakthrough in this secluded sixth-level auxiliary hall, at this moment the old man must be going to concentrate on meditation, and it is very likely to break through to become a seventh-level literary minister!

The four of them entered the waterway again, this time their mentality became very different, but when they were halfway down, the ground shook, and a huge muffled sound was transmitted to the waterway, and large bubbles floated from the bottom of the pool, the fish and shrimp panicked, and the four of them sped up and swam to the misty pool, and before they reached the bottom of the pool, the huge earthquake stopped.

When the four of them jumped out of the water and climbed to the giant tree root seat in the middle of the lake, Yue Heng thought of a possibility, and was shocked in his heart: "Could it be ......" (to be continued)