After a long time, Old Chen led a woman to the outside of the Confucian Sage's hut, which was already destroyed.

The woman nodded and said, "I already knew about the matter, but unexpectedly, Cui Tang lost too badly this time." ”

Old Man Chen raised his head and smiled: "That Cui Tang has won half his life, and he thinks he has won his master, but in fact, he may not be able to escape Mr. Lianxi's chess game in his life." ”

The woman was noncommittal, and murmured: "The world's first chess edict is really powerful." ”

"Hehe, the old man's strange book may have to spend a lot of pen and ink, his apprentice is also a talent, the beauty of this lies in the fact that others in the imperial capital both fight with the court princes, and step by step outside the layout, a son was born by his cloth from death, wonderful hands, when the Confucian saint rescued Ye Qing from the imperial capital, this son began to come alive, even if the chess saint Huang Longshi is alive, I am afraid that he will not get much magic stroke, that is, the heart of victory and defeat is too heavy, although the city is deep, but there is still some conceit."

"That's really tiring seniors."

I don't know where, a clear shadow comes with the wind, stands on a plaque, on which is the most holy master of the year handwritten, hanging virtue, also respected by later generations as the hanging virtue hall, one of the three halls of the Confucian temple.

Outside the Hanging Virtue Palace, a woman holding a long sword and wearing plain clothes stood silent for a long time, with a thin gauze transported from the Western Regions, which made people unable to see the appearance clearly, and could only vaguely see that there was a mountain in the center of the eyebrows, and the eyebrows were like a sword.

A Confucian scholar with two temples and stars came to the famous Hanging De His Royal Highness. The Confucian sage stepped and sighed: "When the holy master wrote by hand, stroke by stroke, when he did not enter the Confucian sage, he also felt that his calligraphy, and the old man of the holy master can still fight against each other, the longer he lived, the more he couldn't cry and laugh at his own idea, and then look at it today, he has a new insight, the holy master has never written words, but the Tao, martial arts, swords, Confucianism, Taoism, calligraphy, abound, when the book saint, the saint was enthroned, wrote down the pen, the first teacher's words, passed down to this day, in fact, the holy master just has a certain understanding of all things, No matter how you can't escape a Taoist word, the avenue is the same way, different people, different true meanings, this is the reason why the holy master will always stand at the top of the Confucian temple. ”

The woman pursed her lips and said with a slight disdain: "So what, what are you going to do, don't bend around, just say it." ”

The Confucian sage touched his beard and said with a smile: "Go to Tianyong and save him a ride." ”

"I know, this is the last time, there is no more debt between you and me, dust to dust, dust to dust, rest your way quickly."

The Confucian Sage smiled without the slightest anger: "Naturally, naturally. ”

Not long after, Ye Qing looked at the envelope in his hand, and was silent for a long time, and wrote on the front of the letter: The virtue of a gentleman, benevolence, the virtue of a saint, and inaction.

Written on the back: The depth of the sky, the mountain temple.

Ye Qing of the mountain temple of Tianyun Mountain has heard of it, I heard that it was the chaos of the Nine Dynasties that year, Tianyong gave birth to a vision, the Emperor of Chu in the West Chu sent five thousand soldiers to come here, and found that a mountain temple, no one knows who established it, and only one person in the last five thousand soldiers came back, and died violently, although the Emperor of Chu was angry, but it is understandable, these things were not compiled into the official history of the Ning Dynasty, only some folk wild history circulated, and in the end it was only a fragment of the ancient heavenly court of the fairy world, which was integrated into the mountain and turned into a mountain temple, and it was over.

The mountain temple of Tianyun Mountain is not high, but it is also thirty zhang, and in the entire Tianyong Mountain, it only looks mediocre.

However, Ye Qing had never seen anyone walking up and down in the mountain temple, all these years, but he had never seen his deity. And he has also heard some legends about the mountain temple, rumors, there is a monster in the mountain temple, every time the moon is full, it will appear, killing people, so it will be called a monster by the world, and he has also heard that some demons will throw their bodies into the mountain temple to worship the mountain god.

For such a mysterious and terrifying legend, Ye Qing didn't take it to heart, it was just an excuse for those ordinary people to be cowardly.

Legend has it that the chaotic war, Tianyun Mountain is the worst, in the Lin'an checkpoint, the two sides have fought countless battles to the death, countless unjust souls wander here, do not enter the reincarnation, equivalent to the mass grave, so the yin qi affected the mountain god, and then it is said that every night will meet a hundred ghosts night walk, night ghosts cry, as long as they are close, they will be immediately one of them. Moreover, from time to time, there were bursts of women's whispers in that ancient temple, which was very terrifying and terrifying.

These ghost stories frightened many children, and they avoided it, but Ye Qing was not afraid at all, first, he had some beautiful longings for becoming a chivalrous man to enter the world to save people, and secondly, he was a little ignorant when he was young, and he always felt that he was invincible and could break this ghost story.

Ye Qing didn't understand why Shizun would let him go there, at least he wouldn't harm himself, but he didn't think much about it, turned around and began to prepare the food he wanted on the mountain.

In recent years, there are many demon beasts, and the fireworks in the mountain temple seem to have been cut off, perhaps because over the years, the demon beasts have really gone crazy, if it weren't for the soldiers guarding the mountain, I'm afraid they would have already affected Lin'an, not to mention going to the deep mountains and old forests, looking for a needle in a haystack to find the mountain temple that is still in the legend.

Ye Qing was preparing things, he didn't think about it, outside the door, a middle-aged man with an open chest and bare arms had a dull face, the pot of turbid wine had been drunk by him, Confucianism and martial arts have never been so harmonious, maybe earlier than the chaos of the Nine Dynasties, since the Holy Ancestor crossed the sky and left, the battle of Taoism has begun, not only the battle of the Great Dao, but also the battle of luck and thought, and it has never been said for thousands of years, Confucianism ridicules the martial arts for being vulgar and not polite, and the martial artists ridicule Confucianism for being feminine and too restrained.

Now if outsiders look at it, they will be surprised, a generation of dignified martial saints, standing outside the door of the Confucian saints back then, the martial saints sighed: "I am fortunate and fortunate in this life, I am fortunate to see a Confucian saint who is tougher than the White Emperor Fengxue Temple, this hundred years is a great loss, heh!" Damn, you Confucian saint is really good, you don't use the great magic powers you have learned all your life, but you still die in a small town, if it is an old man, you will definitely break the imperial capital city and fight the sky and the earth will fall apart. ”

The next day, before the rooster crowed, Ye Qing had already gotten up.

The three-day meal was ready, and the Confucian sage also knew in his heart that he had to set off today at the latest, the young man had rag clothes, a sword hanging from his waist, a bamboo basket on his back, and he stepped on the sky.

After Ye Qing stepped into the deep mountains full of mountains and forests, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling a little nervous.

Although I was prepared before I came, when it came to this time, I would inevitably feel nervous, after all, this was the famous Tianyun Mountain.

Ye Qing took a few deep breaths, adjusted his state, and then slowly walked towards the depths.

I don't know how long I walked, but I came to a mountain, layered on top of each other, Ye Qing had never been there, so he had to walk aimlessly. The woods on the mountain, overgrown with bushes, and the occasional roar of a wild beast, make this mountain even more eerie and terrifying.

Ye Qing walked cautiously step by step, holding the Qingfeng tightly in his hand, and the low sweat was a little loud.

Ye Qing walked and walked across layer after layer of mountains, and his mind was already a little trance-like.

In an instant, I came to a vast plain, with mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, and dry bones everywhere, this area was filled with a strong sense of death and resentment, and the yin qi was compelling and terrifying.

Ye Qing looked at everything in front of him, looking at the bloodstained corpses, those corpses still had traces left by countless swords, and the killing intent in the sword was still there, and the momentum was turbulent.

Ye Qing's eyes gradually became hollow and empty, and he slowly stepped on millions of dry bones, and walked towards the mountain peak where the dry bones were piled up.

Soon, at the top of this mountain, a young man sat still, his breath so faint that he could barely notice it.

"Who am I?"

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes, with doubts and confusion in his eyes.

He didn't know why he was here, where he was, and what he had done.

It's a creepy feeling.

A gust of wind blew, and the dead leaves on the dry bones fell.

The corpses, some of them were still moving, but they were lifeless.

The pale cyan color in the compass stripped away this side of the world, and Ye Qing's eyes also changed from dazed and ignorant to energetic. Ye Qing shook his head, his back was already soaked, and the piles of dry bones and rotten corpses just now made him feel terrified.

"Ah......h

Suddenly, a terrible scream resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the young man covered his head with his hands, wailing in pain, and his whole body curled up like a shrimp, and his body convulsed.

"Ahh

The young man looked up to the sky and roared, his hair fluttered wildly, his clothes hunted, and a pair of eyes became red as blood, as if he was an enraged beast, holding Qingfeng in his hand, slashing like crazy, no sword intent and no swordsmanship, simply using strength to resist the sword, but it was better than the swordsmanship that ordinary people had refined for ten years.

Just as Ye Qing was going crazy, the boundless mountain of corpses and the sea of blood were shattered like a mirror, and an old monk with a charitable face and a golden silk robe came from the green mountains.

The old monk didn't seem to care about this at all, and pointed a little bit, layer by layer of mountains, bursts of roars, became silent in an instant, and layers of ripples wandered out, graceful like a swimming dragon.

Ye Qing's violent momentum stopped, but his qi and blood were still gushing, if ordinary people had already rebelled and died, on the other hand, Ye Qing, although his face was like a fire, he could still bear it.

The monk and the good way: "The donor is Ye Qing? ”

Ye Qing glanced nervously and then nodded.

The monk seemed to be a little relieved, and said earnestly: "The old man often heard the Confucian sage say that you really didn't lie to me. ”

The monk smiled and said, "My name is "None". ”

Ye Qing frowned, very strange about this strange name.

The monk smiled and said, "Don't think too much, in fact, everything is not so profound, just know that my name is nothing." ”

Ye Qing nodded and agreed.

The monk took Ye Qing to a dilapidated mountain temple, and on the mottled handwriting, only a few words of the vague mountain temple could be seen.

Ye Qing was quite strange, obviously there were many mountains here, how could the mountain temple be so close?

The monk seemed to see Ye Qing's question and said: "The mountain temple, no matter how down, it also has a god character, since it is a god, then the luck of the whole mountain and the superposition of the mountains, isn't it just a thought of the mountain god?" The mountain temple is everywhere and nowhere to be seen. ”

Ye Qing nodded half-incomprehensibly, perhaps because he had never seen the scene of the change of the mountains, the monk looked at Ye Qing's appearance, and still smiled.