When he first arrived in the illusion world, Liu Qing had a painful mountain climbing experience, and there was always a layer of shadows in his heart that could not be waved, and every time he fell asleep at night, he often dreamed of the tragic scene of falling off the cliff.

In order to prevent similar situations in the future, Liu Qing learned from the pain and used his spare time to make a pair of climbing tools, which happened to come in handy at this time.

Although the climbing tools are simple, after wearing them on the hands and feet, they are also really practical in the face of the smooth mountain wall, Liu Qing spent an afternoon, and finally climbed to the height of one-fifth of the Moon Peak at the twilight of the sky.

Although it was a fifth of the way up, it was nearly 2,000 meters above the ground, so you can imagine the origin of the name of Mochizuki Peak.

"His sister, what the hell Fang can't even use true qi, if you climb to the peak with two hands, you have to ...... me tired and vomit blood!"

Liu Qing took a lot of effort to find a recess less than half a meter on the mountain wall, and his butt was barely squeezed halfway, which was regarded as a gasp.

After a short time, the sky darkened, and a bright silver moon rose into the night sky, slowly moving towards the sky above Mochizuki Peak.

At this time, halfway up the Mochizuki Peak, the clouds dispersed and the fog was thick, to the point where you couldn't see your fingers.

Liu Qing stretched out his hand and took a sip of the wine gourd, looked at the climbing tool on his feet like a nine-toothed nail rake, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

The cool evening breeze blows, and the rich aroma of wine wafts with the wind, lingering in the wind for a long time.

Halfway up the mountainside of Mochizuki Peak, three figures quietly appeared like ghosts, hiding in the fog and looking down.

The thin old man shook his head, glanced at the fat man next to him, and heard a voice before he could open his mouth.

"Mao Yu, what the hell are you talking about this kid, how can you send us a little doll, isn't this a mess, look at this kid's body and body, it's just a waste material for the cultivation of Jindan in the later period, there is a fart in this place, but when you smell this sweet taste, you know that this wine must be the best ...... in the wine!"

"No, no, Mao Chong, what you say is bullshit, this kid's name is Liu Qing, he is a new disciple of Mao Jiutian, I heard that this kid has been in this academy for less than half a year, and his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds like a pheasant triple jump, and he has rushed to the late stage of Jindan in one fell swoop, do you know how much chance it takes, it really deserves to be the best ...... in waste materials!"

On the smooth mountain wall, a hemispherical ** was transmitted twice, smelling the aroma of wine that disappeared in the wind, and licking his lips lightly!

"You two are old and disrespectful guys, you know that you are dragging the text and throwing bad words and using bad words, aren't you just thinking about that bit of wine, you don't want to sell the old with the old, and beat this kid's wine gourd, it's really shameless, I really can't stand it, I ...... back!"

Mao Ce, who had not made a sound, smiled, and his body turned into a black shadow and rose into the sky, disappearing into the fog in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, you poor scholar who is fake Sven, you dare to laugh at us, do you dare to say that there is no slander, don't go, see how I clean up your ......!"

Looking at the departing figure, Mao Chong and Mao Ce glanced at each other, dodged and chased after them, and the fog suddenly merged, restoring the previous calm.

After a short time, the fog that filled the mountainside suddenly showed a slight fluctuation, as if someone had poked a hole with his fingers, and a black shadow flew out of the fog like a ghost.

Mao Ce, who went and returned, was amused in his heart, thinking that he could use a little trick to get rid of the two slanderers, so as not to compete with him, it was better to strike first, otherwise there would be wine to eat.

At the thought of the tempting wine, Mao Ce's mouth couldn't help but smash twice, and a trace of haze slipped down the corner of his mouth.

Liu Qing suddenly sneezed, felt something fall on his head, wiped it casually, found some mucus in his palm, looked at the top of his head suspiciously, and found that it was pitch black, not even a ghost, and his cheeks twitched twice.

"Uh, what the hell is this, it can't be bird droppings...... right?"