Chapter 3: One Hundred Thousand Mountains

On the mountain of Jianggao. Lin Junxuan walked west step by step, which was far from him. It's small, but every time he takes a step closer to the tomb of Jian Gongzi, Lin Junxuan feels a heavy heart. Lin Junxuan came to this strange world, and there were only a few who were good to him. Teacher Gan Ruye escaped from the Lin'an Rebellion, and is now recuperating in the imperial capital, the first demon master was hit by the five decays of heaven and man, and he didn't know life and death. And the master Songyu was hunted down and killed by many monks, and as for the sword boy, he died in Ailao Mountain.

Although there is no direct cause of what happened to these people, they are more or less related to him.

"Alas" sighed, Lin Junxuan suppressed the heavy thoughts in his heart and walked towards the place where the sword boy fell three years ago.

Three years. The mountain, which had experienced a battle between dragon and tiger masters, was already green and green, and the mountain was covered with forests. The lush vegetation has already turned the hill around. Despite this, Lin Junxuan still found some unique marks left by himself in the grass.

There is no protruding tomb bag, and there are no special signs, the tomb of Jian 1 Gongzi is flat, except for Lin Junxuan, no one knows that his tomb is here.

Taking out the incense and paper he bought in the town near Ailao Mountain from his arms, Lin Junxuan stepped forward silently, holding the incense in his hand, and knelt down at the position of the sword boy in his memory: "It's been three years, big brother, I finally came to see you."

After silently knocking three times, Lin Junxuan inserted the lit incense on the tomb, and then straightened up.

"Big brother, in the past three years of your absence, I have kept the promise I made back then. Every year in June, there will be some people who deserve to die under the four swords of the sword, and the death of these people continues to maintain the legend of the sword boy in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Three years ago, this promise was fulfilled with the help of my master, and now I have also cultivated to the six grades of Jindan. Fully capable of fulfilling the promise made to you. In the future, as long as I am alive, the legend of the Sword Master will never disappear from the rivers and lakes, and your Sword Sect's father will never know about your death. ”

"Hum!" On his back, Zhu Jian Immortal hummed and trembled, as if responding to Lin Junxuan's voice.

Lin Junxuan sat down next to the incense, took out the Zhuxian Sword on his back, lowered his head and wiped it over and over again: "Legend of the Cultivation World." Immortal swords can be psychic, Zhu Xian, are you also grieving for Brother Jian?"

Ailao Mountain is located in a remote area, and now there is no treasure such as a thousand-year-old black lotus to attract, and no one has come to such a remote place. The sound of the wind blowing quietly between heaven and earth, this place that the old coachman did not want to come. For Lin Junxuan, it is an important corner of his life.

Squat by the incense. Lin Junxuan remembered the past with Jian Gongzi, and met him in Lin'an City when he was four years old. When they met again in the mountains and wilderness nine years later, although the two did not get along for a long time, for Lin Junxuan, Jian Gongzi was like an amiable brother and a respectable guide.

"Big brother, I never knew if I should kill that woman to avenge you. Her death was caused by her, and her blindness and stupidity not only hurt herself, but also cost me a brother. Although sometimes, I think she is pitiful. But that doesn't change my bad feelings about her. This kind of woman is not worthy of your love at all. ”

The mountains and forests slumped, Lin Junxuan sighed, raised his head, and took a deep breath. The deceased is gone. Lin Junxuan knew that Jian Gongzi would not hear his voice. He wouldn't even feel anything, but he couldn't help but say it.

Lin Junxuan didn't have much ambition, this time he went down the mountain, and his original plan was to fulfill his original promise to Jian Gongzi. And worship the sword boy for tea, and then return to Fangcun Sect. But it's such a simple arrangement. But it is still reborn with twists and turns. But despite this, Lin Junxuan did not regret it. These things are small things in the eyes of others, but they are big things in his heart.

Sitting on the stubborn stone in the grass, Lin Junxuan silently looked at the bottom of the mountain, his heart was thoughtless, his heart was calm, and time passed silently in this calm. In the blink of an eye, the sky was full of stars.

With a sigh, Lin Junxuan stood up, looked at the tomb of the sword master, and said, "Big brother, I'm leaving." Rest here in peace, and I'll come back to you next year. ”

After bowing three times in front of the tomb without a tombstone, Lin Junxuan carefully removed the incense pillar left after the incense burned out. Although the father and daughter named Yuluo planned to frame Jian Gongzi, they did not see Jian Gongzi die with their own eyes. Lin Junxuan didn't want them to know that Jian Gongzi's tomb was here. As long as no traces are left, as long as Lin Junxuan does not admit it, it is difficult for anyone to affirm the death of Jian Gongzi.

Coming down from Ailao Mountain, Lin Jun felt lonely with peace of mind.

"The goal of this trip has been achieved, and it is time to go back to the mountain" Lin Junxuan muttered to himself, looked at the east, lifted his robe, and rose to the ground.

"Go back, where are you going back without my consent!" Although there was a cold drink from the ground, before the sound fell, Lin Junxuan heard an earth-shattering loud sound in his ears, and before he could react to what was going on, he saw a large piece of gravel spraying out from the bottom out of the corner of his eye, and the big 1" point. The white-boiled giant palm suddenly stretched out from the ground. With six palms, each finger has the thickness of Lin Junxuan's waist.

"Who!" Lin Junxuan shouted violently, and subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, but the idea of the sword had just been generated in his mind, and a violent spiritual force rushed into Lin Junxuan's sea of consciousness like a flood at the same time. Different from Lin Junxuan's heroic and Wangzheng's spiritual power, this spiritual power is majestic and domineering, and every trace is full of lawless tyranny, this invisible coercion. Instantly suppressed Lin Junxuan's spiritual power. He couldn't move.

"Who the hell is this!" Lin Junxuan was inexplicably frightened in his heart, he was like a flat boat trapped in a huge ocean whirlpool, unable to move at all. No matter how many sword moves and Taoist techniques are condensed in the hand, they can't move. This person is so powerful, in front of him, Lin Junxuan didn't have a sword at all

Force.

"Hahaha!" A giant ape more than 20 zhang tall jumped out of the ground, grabbed Lin Junxuan into the palm of his hand with a wide giant palm, jumped violently, and went all the way to the west.

"It's him". Lin Junxuan's heart shook when he saw the giant ape jumping out of the ground, and he recognized at a glance that this white demon ape was the demon clan powerhouse who was ambushed on the top of Langya Mountain and took the opportunity to sneak attack Xiaoyaohou, but was finally scared away by Xiaoyaohou and his wife.

Boy, why are you in such a hurry to go back to Fangcun Mountain? Let's just go to the 100,000 Mountains with my ancestor! Hahaha! The white demon ape laughed all the way and ran west.

"You!" Lin Jun Xuangang wanted to discern something. I saw that the white demon ape's huge white eyes were hideous. The five fingers suddenly closed. Lin Junxuan felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart. With a pain all over his body, he fainted.

"Hey boy, that's right. Why do you ask so much? It's really self-inflicted" The white demon ape cracked his teeth, stared at Lin Junxuan who had fainted and laughed for a while, and then slammed into the sky, and flew up like a cannonball, turning into a black dot in the blink of an eye, falling miles away.

When Lin Junxuan woke up, his head was groggy, and his whole body seemed to be about to fall apart. There was a cold feeling under him, Lin Junxuan opened his eyes in a daze, and before he could fully open them, he heard a giggling snickering in his ears.

"Hee-hee, look, this kid doesn't have any hair on him."

"yes, it's weird, it's not hairy!

"Hey, don't talk about it, he's awake

Lin Junxuan propped up his body and slowly opened his eyes. Finally saw the source of the whispering sound, a few steps away, three snow-white, child-tall white monkeys were huddled together, they stood like scholars, staring at Lin Junxuan with wide eyes.

The three monkeys stared at each other with big eyes, and no one said anything.

"Excuse me.

"Ahh The three white monkeys suddenly screamed, flew up in three small directions, and slammed on the cave walls of the three sides.

"He can talk". A white monkey was lying on the top of a huge cave and pointed at Lin Junxuan. Mao's shrugged face was full of fear.

"Yes, he can talk!" said another white monkey, lying on the left side of the cave wall.

Lin Junxuan shook his head, and smiled secretly in his heart, these three monkeys had obviously cultivated to the fine, but they lacked experience. Lin Junxuan was very amused in his heart, and said, "Nonsense." If humans can't speak. Could it be that the monkey can still talk? "He doesn't have much interest in these weird white monkeys.

"But we are born to speak!" On the ground outside Fengzhang, a white monkey covered his teeth and said to Lin Junxuan.

Lin Junxuan looked at the white monkey, and then he realized that he was lying on a huge stone bed, which seemed to be of the texture of mica stone, and the whole body was white. Like mica, and the surface is extremely bright.

"Where is this?. Lin Junxuan asked again, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"This is the cave of the White Ape Ancestor, the center of the eastern mountains of the 100,000 Great Mountains. Small. A white monkey blinked, stared at Lin Junxuan and said.

"One hundred thousand mountains". Lin Junxuan was taken aback when he heard this, he had heard Wei Wei say these four words, his master Songyu had broken into this place when he was walking the world in the past. In the cultivation realm of abundance. The 100,000 mountains are really the hinterland of the demon clan. Thinking of this, Lin Junxuan gasped, he was actually taken into the 100,000 mountains.

The 100,000 mountains, as the name suggests, are made up of 100,000 towering mountains that stand in the west of the earth. Among them, there are countless demon clans, and ninety percent of the demon clans live here, and the remaining one percent is walking in all parts of the world.

100,000 mountains are endless, and demons gather. Even if they are masters of both good and evil, they are unwilling to go deep into the 100,000 mountains as a last resort. In the past, Songyu roamed the world, but he only wandered around the edge of the 100,000 Mountains, and did not enter the depths of the hinterland of the 100,000 Mountains.

(To be continued)