335 Mountain City Today

Yun Yuan glanced at it, his eyes diverged slightly, revealing a look of memory, and he looked at it for a long time before he said, "Here...... It used to be a mountain town. ”

I saw the underground valley, a lush meadow, the grass grew tall, with the wind blowing, waving layers of waves, brushing sound, if there are a few livestock, it can simply have the charm of the wind blowing the grass and seeing the cattle and sheep.

But this is not the mountain city that Cheng Jun wants, even if Yun Yuan has been reminiscing for a long time.

After a while, Nantongyi spoke: "This fellow Daoist, when was the last time you came here?"

Yun Yuan said: "It's only a hundred years. When I left, Uncle Liu on East Street added a new little granddaughter named Qin'er. I haven't been here since I came down from Wolf Mountain. ”

Cheng Jun sighed, a hundred years is not a long time, for a cultivator sect or even Fang City, it is actually only equivalent to three or five years in the mortal world, Yun Yuan is not too much, it's just that they are unlucky. I looked up and down, left and right, but when I saw a string of birds flying in the sky, and when a crow called "ahhh ”

Yun Yuan looked at the situation in front of him and said, "I also know about another mountain city, let's go." Although his tone was calm, he unconsciously showed a hint of apology.

Cheng Jun saw that the matter had come to this point, so he had to say: "Then go and take a look." For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition, as if this trip would not go well.

Nantong didn't trust Yun Yuan in his heart, but he didn't say much, after all, he himself was not familiar with the 100,000 mountains, so why bother talking too much, annoying people. His spirit beast was injured, and he originally had the intention to find his new suitable spirit beast in the 100,000 mountains, but since he had the opportunity to leave, he would not have to stay here, and now that the mountain city is no more, he is willing to stay for a few more days, and said at the moment: "It's okay, find the past slowly, the 100,000 mountains are so vast, there are always one or two mountain cities." I think this place must have been destroyed by some powerful demon clan, but the Terran monks will not be wiped out by the whole army, the foundation is still there, maybe a new mountain city will be built nearby, just look for it. ”

I heard someone laugh and say, "Daoist friends are really smart, aren't we here?"

The three of them turned around together, only to see a monk crawling out of the grass, dressed in black, with a ghostly pattern embroidered on the corner of the robe, and a string of white beads on his neck. ”

Cheng Jun was surprised: "What do you say? I don't know where this Taoist friend came from and where he is going?"

That demon cultivator was originally a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and his cultivation was not up or down, but when he looked at these three people, he couldn't even tell the height of any of them, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked in his heart, but he smiled and said, "Didn't the three Taoist friends come to look for the mountain city? I came from the mountain city." ”

The three of them didn't expect the willows to be bright, and they were secretly happy in their hearts. Cheng Jun said: "Don't blame fellow Daoists, I just saw that you seem to have come from underground." Could it be that this mountain city is still underground?"

The demon cultivator said: "Daoyou is really powerful, and I can see that the mystery is coming." In fact, it is ashamed to say that this is the most prosperous mountain city in the 100,000 mountains, but in ten years, there was a battle with a nearby demon king and was destroyed in the war. But the monks in our city are still there, and in order to facilitate all the Taoist friends, we didn't go far, so we rebuilt a mountain city underground. Dedicated to serving all Taoist friends, new and old acquaintances, even if you come in. ”

Yun Yuan asked, "Are they still there?"

The demon cultivator was stunned and asked, "Who?"

Cheng Jun hurriedly smiled and said: "The huge foundation can be hidden underground, and the Taoist friends really have a heart." It seems that many of the weeds on it are hidden from people's eyes. "He had just noticed that something was wrong with the weeds, much more neat than the wild weeds. ...,

The demon cultivator smiled: "Isn't it, although the demon king around here is no longer looking for trouble, he can't be unguarded." But now we have the protection of the formation, and it is very safe. Come in and you'll know. As he spoke, he led the way forward.

The three of them followed him all the way into the grass, and sure enough, they saw a hole in the ground, revealing a stone staircase that meandered downward. The three of them were bold, and after a little feeling, there were no traps around, so they followed.

The stone steps lead down to the stone-made walkway. The lights on the wall of the corridor are lit, emitting a dim green light, which is still the arrangement of the magic road. Cheng Jun knew in his heart that this was the junction of the Demon Gate Yanzhi Mountain and the 100,000 Great Mountain, and most of the people who came were Demon Cultivators, and said with a smile: "I don't know which holy way the dealer is here?" Demon Gate Cultivator claims to be a holy way.

The demon cultivator said: "This place is the dealer of my Demon Xiang Sect and the Forgetful Dao. My Demon Sect accounts for sixty percent, and they account for forty percent. Today is the Demon Sect sitting in the village. Isn't this fellow Daoist forgetful?" he said, glancing at Yun Yuan.

Cheng Jun smiled: "It's really not." He was born white-headed, not by cultivating the Tao of forgetfulness. "He also knows a little bit about the Forgetfulness Dao, it is an important branch of the Demon Gate, and the people in it are all people who have killed the vulgar fate and forget the righteousness, and after cultivation, they are all white-haired and expressionless, which is similar to Yun Yuan.

If Cheng Jun himself was misunderstood, he might have agreed to come down with the water, and it was not bad to have a demon gate here, but it was impossible for Yun Yuan to pretend to be anyone, he had the heart and the strength.

The demon cultivator continued to laugh and said, "Then I don't know which holy path your friend is?"

Cheng Jun said: "We are worry-free." These two are my brothers. ”

The demon cultivator was stunned for a moment and said, "Long admiration, long admiration." ”

Cheng Jun was casually polite, and smiled secretly in his heart, the three words of Sanssouci Gate were thought of by him for a while, and he happened to fight against the "Forgetful Dao", and it was born in less than a few breaths, and the demon cultivator said that he had been looking up for a long time, and he was really a ghost.

The four of them went all the way down, and they listened to the murmuring of the water, and an underground river came into view. The demon cultivator stretched out his hand and pulled the bell on the wall, and a crisp bell rang out in the distance.

After a while, a small boat slowly emerged from the underground river. When they got closer, everyone could see that the boat was moving very smoothly, but there was no one in the boat, and the boat was swinging on the water, which was very strange.

But everyone is so cultivated, after seeing such a scene, they don't take it to heart. The demon cultivator should get on the boat first, and ask everyone to follow. After everyone got on board, the boat swayed and moved offshore.

After walking for a while, the water surface was filled with fog, and the boat sailed into the fog, and it was no longer possible to see the surroundings clearly. The demon cultivator said: "We are a ghost market here, if you want to cover your head and face, please take care of yourself." ”

The so-called ghost market is the underground trading market, and it is the most common among the demon gates. Because things are often not a good way to come, transactions are all private and anonymous, and they don't know each other's names or even appearances, Cheng Jun smiled, took out a set of clothes from the Ten Thousand Bone Caves, and put them on, and also gave them to Nantong Yi and Yun Yuan.

Seeing that there were a few lights on the water, the demon cultivator said: "Every light is a trading shop, just point to where you want to go." Tell me what you want, and I can recommend it to you. ”

Cheng Jun said: "Do you have a teleportation formation to go back here, no matter how big or small, just leave the 100,000 mountains." ”

The demon cultivator shook his head and said, "Formation, how can there be such a thing in the 100,000 mountains? This place is only two months away from the Yanzhi Mountain Pass, so if you want to go back, you just have to walk back." ”

Cheng Jun just asked, and he knew that there was no, and even if there was, the demon cultivator would not tell them. The Demon Gate is not as good as the subordinates of the Dao Palace who watch over and help each other, and there is the coordination of the Dao Palace, which can establish a teleportation array network extending in all directions, and the various factions of the Demon Gate have no trust in each other, and there is only defense between the sects, how can they establish a transportation network? Even if there is one here, it is also used by their sect itself, and it will not be revealed to outsiders. ...,

If there is no teleportation array here, he has to collect materials to build it by himself, Cheng Jun was not at ease with other people's formations, but it would be a better choice to build them by himself, so he asked at the moment: "Then which is the store that sells formation materials?"

The demon cultivator smiled: "That's a lot, the most in the 100,000 mountains are demon beasts, and the demon beasts are full of materials, and half of these shops are made of this." Come, I'll take you to the biggest store. With a clap of his hands, the boat headed for a light.

Nantong suddenly wondered: "How can the lights around here be green, yellow, and blue?"

The demon cultivator smiled and said, "That's all their own means, we can order whatever color you like, and we don't care." ”

Cheng Jun's heart was bright, these lights must have distinguished the Demon Xiang Sect, the Forgetful Dao and the shops of the scattered cultivators, so the demon cultivators naturally had to take them to their own shops first. This kind of thing does not interfere with the overall situation, and there is no need to say it.

Sure enough, the demon cultivator took the boat to a green light out, and when he was close to the light, he saw a golden pavilion in the mist, and the plaque hanging on the door was "Wanxiang Zhai".

When Yun Yuan saw this plaque, he finally said, "This is not a mountain city. There are no such shops in Yamashiro. ”

Cheng Jun said: "People live for a lifetime, and grass lives for an autumn." Time flies, things are not people, as it is. ”

Yun Yuan said: "I don't understand. I want the old mountain town. ”

Cheng Jun wanted to reply: "If you have a heart, there will be a day of reconstruction in the future." When the words came to his mouth, he suddenly became: "Whoever forsakes me, he shall not leave the day of yesterday." Even when I go back to the beginning, there are things I can't grasp, let alone others. If you don't understand anything, you can't become an adult. As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and entered the house.

A few people entered the gate, and the demon cultivator smiled and said, "The shopkeeper has come to do big business." ”

Suddenly, several lights were lit up in the store at the same time, and the lights were bright. Under the miserable green light, an old man walked out slowly, revealing a slightly sensible smile, and said slowly: "Welcome to the shop." Please feel free to take a look. "The voice is ethereal, trance-like.

When Nantong saw such a style, his brows furrowed. Cheng Jun knew that the Demon Gate was really not deliberately scary, it was their unique culture that was so miserable, and the more gloomy they were, the more sincere they appeared to be - not to mention that they were now wearing a black-clothed skeleton mask in a cave of ten thousand bones, which was actually quite appropriate for the occasion.

Cheng Jun smiled: "Actually, I ......"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a loud bell above my head, and the sound shook in all directions! . ）