Yan Yunting borrowed a wooden kite from the city defense army, and flew to Yunmeng Mountain in the face of the wind and snow that day.

Yunmengshan said that it was not far from Luoyang City, but it was definitely not too close, with the flight speed of the wooden kite, it would take half an hour to arrive, and the estimated distance would have to be two hundred miles.

Compared with Tianshan Mountain and Kunlun, Yunmeng Mountain is not high, but the peaks are sharpened like knives, even if the snow falls in winter, it is also foggy, nine waterfalls and eighteen pools, if the white dragon soars, if the silver practice flutters, the red cliff and green cliffs, mysterious and unpredictable, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairyland on earth.

Where is the Ghost Valley?

Yan Yunting wandered over the mountains for a long time, and he didn't know how to land. Before entering the mountain, you have lost your way, if you enter the mountain, can you still be where your heart wants?

Gradually, the sky darkened.

In desperation, Yan Yunting picked a flat ridge and landed, and then found some hay to hide the wooden kite, relying on his intuition to move forward into the deep mountains.

Hermit sects like Guigu are generally hidden in the mountains, and they can't be wrong if they look for them in the "fairy" place anyway.

The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, after the heavy mountains and mountains, and into the willows and dark flowers, I didn't walk for half an hour, and I couldn't even find the way back.

"Alas......" Yan Yunting let out a long sigh, and now, he finally realized the hardships of those who seek to learn, just the strength of the feet to climb the mountain, ordinary people really can't persevere.

"Help, help......" Suddenly, an old cry for help came from the dense forest below.

Is there anyone else in this deep mountain and old forest?

Yan Yunting hurriedly jumped into the dense forest.

A gray-haired old man sat under a tree, and in front of him stood a huge python, which opened its bloody mouth and was about to devour him!

"Bang!" A gunshot startled a flock of mountain birds.

Yan Yunting fired a shot from thirty feet away, and the bullet hit the giant python's mouth accurately!

The python's skin is rough and thick, and a small bullet is not enough to kill, but the skin in its mouth is soft, and it screams in pain!

Yan Yunting descended from the sky, drew his sword to protect the old man, and yelled at the giant python: "Evil animal! Hugh to hurt people! ”

The giant python snake eyes hated, but he glanced at the sword in Yan Yunting's hand, slowly lowered his body, and retreated into the depths of the dense forest.

After confirming that the giant python was gone, Yan Yunting took a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead...... Such a big snake, I'm afraid that it has become a sperm, and if you really fight with it, I really don't know whether the result will be good or bad.

"Old man, are you okay?" Yan Yunting put away his sword and wanted to help the white-haired old man up, but the white-haired old man covered his bloody calf, and he was injured.

Yan Yunting hurriedly took out the trauma medicine, applied it to the old man's wound, and removed a rag to bandage the wound.

"Oh, young man, thanks to you, otherwise the old decay would have been buried in the belly of the snake!" The white-haired old man looked at Yan Yunting's serious appearance, old and profound, and appreciated it.

Yan Yunting shook his head and complained slightly: "Old man, you said that you are old, what are you running blindly in this deep mountain and old forest?" ”

The white-haired old man sighed: "My house is in the mountains, I wanted to come and chop some firewood, but who expected to meet that beast, alas, ......"

"You live in Yunmeng Mountain?" Yan Yunting raised his head sharply and looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, although he was not a fairy wind bone, but he had white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, and he also had a bit of a hermit's temperament.

"Old man, you can't be a hermit, right?" But as soon as these words were asked, Yan Yunting suddenly felt unreliable, if this old man was really a master in the world, how could he be troubled by a giant python?

"Hermit? Hehehe......" The white-haired old man smiled: "The old man is just a widow and widow who is idle from the world, no children, no daughters, no fields and no houses, if you don't come to the mountains to live, where can you go?" ”

"Indeed, if there is chaos today, it is better to hide in the mountains and enjoy your old age than to struggle in the world."

Yan Yunting didn't doubt the identity of the old man anymore, hunched his back to the old man and said, "Old man, you are lucky to meet such a good young man as me, come, I will send you home." ”

The white-haired old man was not polite at all, and rode on Yan Yunting's back with a slight jump.

"I'll go ......" Yan Yunting took a steady step, almost didn't stand up, and said secretly in his heart: This old man, he looks thin and fine, I didn't expect it to be so heavy?

"Young man, my house is not close, are you sure you want to send me back?"

"This deep mountain and old forest is at night, there must be a lot of mountain ghosts and spirits, I don't carry you, do you watch you being eaten by them? Just show the way. ”

"Okay, you move on." The white-haired old man casually pointed in a direction.

Yan Yunting carried him on his back, and asked by the way: "Hey, by the way, old man, you live in the deep mountains, do you know that there is a ghost valley cave in this Yunmeng Mountain?" ”

"Yes."

"Where is it?" Yan Yunting was delighted.

"I don't know."

"Don't you say you know?" Yan Yunting's face was black.

"Everyone in the world knows that the Ghost Valley is in Yunmeng Mountain, but there are only a handful of people who know where it is, the Ghost Valley is inhabited by the world's masters, how can I, an ordinary old man, know where it is?"

"Then you should know the general direction, right?" Yan Yunting sighed.

The white-haired old man said: "You climb this mountain first, the terrain is high, the horizon is wide, and I can think of something if I am interested." ”

Yan Yunting glanced up at the top of the mountain, no matter how high. There are also five or six hundred zhang, and if you climb up, at least it will be dark.

"Old man, it's going to get dark soon, I'd better send you home first, right?"

"To tell you the truth, my house is on the mountain."

"You came down from such a high mountain to chop wood?"

"Exercise and exercise your foot strength, in fact, this mountain is not high, and it will take two hours at most."

"Of course, going down the mountain is not as good as going up, alas......"

Yan Yunting always felt that this old man was weird, but if he really wanted to ask where the weirdness was, he couldn't tell why.

That's it, save people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west.

Yan Yunting performed light skills, carrying the white-haired old man on his back on the rugged mountain road, it was only half an hour's effort, and he climbed more than half, at this time, it was close to evening, and there were wild beasts crying from time to time in the deep mountains, and the sound of flowing water in the mountain stream was also heard clearly.

"Young man, you're running too fast, my old bones are about to fall apart, you let me down and rest." The white-haired old man said.

After climbing the mountain for half an hour, Yan Yunting's feet were also a little sore, so he found a clean stone and put the white-haired old man down.

"Young man, I'm a little thirsty, can you go find some sweet springs for me to drink?" The white-haired old man laughed.

Listening to the sound of the stream, Yan Yunting thought that he had found an ancestor and responded: "Okay, you always rest here, I'll go right away." ”

So, he searched for the sound of the water, and soon found the stream, took a sip of it, drank it, and filled it with a jug, and brought it back to the white-haired old man to drink.

The white-haired old man drank the sweet spring water and was very satisfied.

"Old man, rest and drink, let's continue our journey?" Yan Yunting said.

The white-haired old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "This place is not far from my house, but unfortunately there is no food in the cold house, so it's better to be like this, young man, I see that you are agile, go to the mountainside weeds to hunt a few pheasants, bring them back and cook them." ”

Yan Yunting's cheeks twitched, looking at the white-haired old man with a deserved face, he couldn't help but be angry: "Old man, I saved you, carried you up the mountain, and helped fetch water, and now I want to help you catch pheasants...... You're really welcome. ”

The white-haired old man held his stomach with a bitter face: "I can't hide it, I live alone in the mountains, relying on wild vegetables to satisfy my hunger, and I haven't eaten meat for a long time...... Alas, if you are lucky enough to open a meat, it is worth dying. ”

"Gotta get it...... Don't say anything like that, I'll just help you catch the chickens, but you have to stay here and don't wander around, and if you're in danger, call me by name...... By the way, my name is Yan Yunting. ”

Yan Yunting sighed, said a word, and turned around and walked towards the mountainside.

The white-haired old man smiled lightly: "Yan Yunting? The children can be taught, the children can be taught......"

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