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Beitang really lives by strength, not by law

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Chapter 31

This group of mortals from the Sword Sect came from the same village and knew each other.

There was such a slow and slow veteran in the team, and everyone noticed it for the first time.

Lao Dao looked like a person from the Xuanmen, but he didn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, and the speed of climbing the mountain was even slower than theirs, and the villagers regarded him as a Taoist priest in Youfang.

The creatures of the Four Realms believe in the Divine Palace, and of course there are also people who believe in other ways.

He was a person who could not practice, and in this short life, he was sought to cross the sea of suffering, and the villagers easily accepted him.

It takes a lot of physical effort to climb the mountain road, and they also stopped to rest a few times, but at this time, the villagers beckoned the old road that slowly followed from behind to stop and rest together, and he didn't respond.

The villagers who had enough food and water to give him food and let him eat some to keep out the cold, but Lao Dao's gaze only fell on the multigrain cake sluggishly, and then he didn't take it, and continued to go up.

Then they speculated that he was probably an ascetic.

Now that it was dark, the road was not easy to walk, and the wind was strong on the mountain, everyone had found a leeward place and stopped and set up camp, ready to wait until dawn tomorrow to continue the climb.

Seeing that Lao Dao was still alone and wanted to continue to move forward, the descendant who led the way in the village finally got up and stopped him: "Old man, the road is difficult to walk at night, so let's rest with us tonight and leave tomorrow at dawn." ”

The old Dao Shenguang's dull eyes fell on the thick and powerful palm of this posterior.

The village made a living from hunting, and the young offspring were the best hunters, wearing a jacket sewn from the fur of the prey, with bulging muscles underneath, and a tanned face with a simple and natural sincerity.

As if moved by the kindness in his eyes, and as if he had climbed with them for a day, and established some kind of friendly connection with them, the old way, which had been unable to call before, actually turned around and walked towards him this time.

The best hunter in the village smiled.

He stepped forward to help Lao Dao, and felt that the arm he was holding was as thin as dry firewood.

Lao Dao's body wrapped in shabby Taoist robes was light and fluttering, as if it had no weight.

A few fires rose in the flat leeward of the mountain road.

Lao Dao sat in front of one of the fires, wearing a leather jacket that the villagers had evened out, and an extra piece of dry food in his hand.

Young and old gathered together to talk and laugh happily.

There are still two days before the ceremony, and they are not in a hurry, and even if they are old and frail and can't reach the top, they can worship from afar outside.

The cold wind howling in the mountains at night seemed to be an accompaniment to these mortal pilgrimages, not violent, nor intimidating.

There was an old man who looked to be the same age as him sitting next to Lao Dao, and asked this old Dao who didn't speak from beginning to end, and his expression was sluggish and confused: "Our whole village went to Kunlun to thank the Sword Sect for taking care of it, and also had the opportunity to see this immortal event, but what is the old gentleman for?" ”

The bonfire burned and crackled, and the old man took the dry food that had not been touched in his hand, and when he heard the voice of the old man beside him coming into his ears, a faint blankness rose in his eyes again, and the untied gray hair was blown loosely above his head by a gust of wind.

He opened his mouth, and the voice he made was like he hadn't spoken for decades, and it was extremely jerky: "No...... Know. ”

Unlike these fellow villagers, he didn't know what he was going to do or what he was praying for, and there was only one obsession in his heart that drove him to Kunlun.

"What is Daddy talking to the old gentleman?"

The younger man who had stopped the old man before returned to the fire with a steaming bowl of broth in his hand.

Seeing the blank and tangled expression on Lao Dao's face, he guessed that his father had said something to this old gentleman who was a little unconscious, so he only sat down and handed him the bowl of hot soup in his hand.

The aroma wafted in, and Lao Dao lowered his eyes and looked at the bowl in front of him.

The sturdy and simple hunter handed the bowl in his direction again, and said, "Drink the broth, and warm your body." "Otherwise, I didn't eat or drink any water all day, and I am afraid that I would not be able to hold on to that piece of bread alone.

Lao Dao looked at the bowl of fragrant broth, as if he had never seen such hot food for decades, and finally reached out to take it after a while. The young hunter touched his hand as he handed the bowl, and instantly felt as if he had touched a piece of cold ice—colder than the perennial snow in the Kunlun Mountains, and even more cold that would make a young man like him shiver.

He was shocked in his heart, how could the hands of a living person be so cold?

"Thank you." Before he could figure it out, Lao Dao, who had not spoken before, had already apologized to him jerkyly, and then held the bowl of broth, as if he had come to life.

Although the confusion on his face did not completely dissipate, the light in his eyes brightened a little.

The Orion father and son listened to him, "I don't know what I'm going to Kunlun for, but as long as I get there, I'll know." ”

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Kunlun, twelve jade buildings.

It was late at night, but only a few places in these small jade-like buildings were lit.

Kunlun's Tibetan Scripture Hall is not closed, and the disciples of all factions who have the rare opportunity to enter it stay inside, and there is no time limit, and basically they will not come out.

Anyway, if you are a monk, it doesn't matter if you don't eat for a few days and nights.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect who had been beaten by Chu Yiyang during the day also thought so, and only the northernmost room on the third floor of the twelve jade buildings was lit.

The lights in the room were bright, and the person who had been granted permission to bring out the annotated version of the "Miscellaneous Records of Yuan Gongfu" from the Tibetan Scripture Hall sat behind the lamp, his long black hair as black as a crow's feather draped behind him, and beside him was a beautiful maid with red sleeves and incense.

His expression was intently looking through the book in his hand, and the five golden bells on his right ear reflected dazzling light in the lamplight.

This annotated edition of Kunlun's collection really has its own merits - this annotation is actually added to the original handwriting of Yuan Gong! No wonder there is only one such book in the Tibetan scripture hall.

If it weren't for the cold night in Beitang, Chu Yiyang really didn't think he would be able to borrow this book from the miscellaneous area.

Yuan Gongfu is a character in this world thousands of years ago, and the penmanship used when writing is more ancient than now, Chu Yiyang read the original versions circulating on the market before, and felt that it was really difficult to read.

And this senior, who later walked the route taken by Yuan Gong again, has a very different temperament from the elegant Yuan Gong, even if he doesn't see people, just look at his comments, his kind of laughing and scolding, and uninhibited image is completely on the paper.

For example, Yuan Gong recorded one day that there was a big mountain at the junction of the south and the west, and he commented: "Where there is a big mountain, it's a fucking dirt bag." ”

Another example is one day, Yuan Gong traveled to an inland lake in the west, recorded that the sand bank stretched for several miles, the sand grains were dense, the color was as pink as falling English, and the annotation on the side: "Reddish-brown rust, ugly, walking and still sticking feet!" ”

In Chu Yiyang's original world, isn't it just that Yuan Gong explores Internet celebrity attractions and posts praises, and the great power that followed the past feels deceived, so he comments at the bottom - what the are they!

Because of his vernacular annotation, Chu Yiyang found the happiness of having this chapter when he was reading a book, a barrage when he was chasing, and being able to communicate across time and space.

Seeing that Gongzi looked at this book and let out a chuckle from time to time under the lamp, Chu Yiyang's four personal maids were all curious, wondering what kind of book this book could make him feel so good.

However, reaping happiness is reaping happiness, and Chu Yiyang has not forgotten his purpose.

He skipped the annotated version in his hand over the part he had read earlier, flipped it back, and was refreshed when he saw one of the lines.

The man in red reads under the lamp, and his slender figure is reflected in the window.

Yuan Gongfu went down to the Netherworld and came back alive, but he was not afraid of the unknown place like ordinary people, but wanted to go to the Netherworld again.

The first half of this miscellaneous book records what he saw and heard in the places he walked and the underworld, and the second half is the one in which he traveled the world during his lifetime, searching for all the places that touched the netherworld, trying to find the entrance to the underworld again.

What caught Chu Yiyang's attention was the record of a village.

The village was said to be the closest place in the world to the Netherworld, and he was expectant when he saw the title, but he didn't know what it was until later.

This is a village located in the east, and the east border is where Xu Yu came from.

The legendary eastern Penglai is surrounded by the underworld, and it is said that it is connected to the underworld, and the feathers will sink if they fall on it, and it is not the power of the spiritual power that cannot cross the sea.

Therefore, for so many years, except for Penglai, which was originally in the legend and was full of cultivators on the island, and the three ghost sects that are inextricably linked to the netherworld, no other creatures have ever come out in the east.

This mortal village is only by the sea, so it is close to the netherworld.

At this point, Yuan Gong also recorded the local food, commenting: "It has a unique flavor." ”

Chu Yiyang's gaze moved to the side, and sure enough, he saw the familiar handwriting, and he criticized it with great power: "Yes, make it for ghosts to eat." ”

Later, all the way down, there are all these records that have something to do with the legendary Netherland, but they have failed Yuan Gong every time.

In Chu Yiyang's view, Yuan Gongfu is like the Wuling people who strayed into the Peach Blossom Spring, as the world's most colorful gourmand and adventurer, he wanted to return to the Peach Blossom Land in his heart, but he never entered it again in his life.

He spent his life searching for the entrance to the Netherworld, and all he left was this sentence: "Legend has it that there are seven passages to the Netherworld, and you can only enter them when they are opened, and I was fortunate enough to enter them once, but I couldn't find the original way, and I don't know where the rest of the passages are." ”

Chu Yiyang looked at this sentence that was no longer crepe, and the loneliness of Yuan Gong when he wrote this sentence in his later years appeared in front of him, and thought: "He wants to enter the underworld again in this life, and this wish will be fulfilled after his death." ”

After all, Yuan Gong's cultivation is the same as the current Chu Yiyang.

And the second half of this page is a powerful annotation, he wrote in flying handwriting: "There are seven yin and yang in the world, and all those who know it cover it tightly, and take this secret to either the divine palace or the netherworld, and the specific location is no longer known in the world."

"Two of the ones I know of have been completely destroyed – or to put it another way, completely out of control. In my opinion, most of the remaining five are in some abnormal secret realm, or in the top sect forbidden places like Kunlun, Yaochi, Da Lei Yin Temple, and Penglai. ”

Chu Yiyang looked at his speculation, thinking that there was one under Qingye Mountain City, if the seven passages were still there, maybe there was another one here in Kunlun.

"But now there are only five left, and they must be evenly distributed according to the four realms, and one is in the middle." The system listened to him speculate, "There is a way to heaven in the Divine Palace, and it is not strange that there is a passage to the netherworld. ”

That eye is the most unlikely place to be opened, after all, if it is opened, the world will change.

As for the little ding that ran to him inexplicably under Aoba Mountain Castle, it was not mentioned in "Yuan Gongfu Miscellaneous Records", nor was it mentioned in "Heaven-level Magic Weapon Chapter", which is also normal.

After all, with the power and rarity of heaven-level magic weapons, once the world knows about their existence, they will definitely take risks to steal.

Chu Yiyang closed the book and realized that he had sat here and watched all night unconsciously, and it was already dawning outside.

This annotated version of "Yuan Gongfu's Miscellaneous Notes" is certainly interesting, but it must be returned after all. He thought about it, took out his popular version of the miscellaneous, and used his divine sense to transfer the annotations of this great power.

The system is puzzled: "What is this for?" ”

Chu Yiyang said: "If you want to know the origin of this Xiaoding and the secret behind this world, you have to see it yourself in the future." In this way, there is new information, and it is added next to the annotation, which can be regarded as a cross-time and space exchange with these two seniors.

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The author has something to say:

There's nothing to say, this chapter is mainly about the worldview.