The roar faded, and the greatsword slowly dissipated.

Above the Tianshan Mountains, silence returns.

It's just a deathly silence.

Yebei did not stop, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Your Excellency, please stay."

Behind him, shouts were heard.

The old man with his hair scattered and covered in swill held a bamboo stick in his hand, and knocked all the way to Yebei's back.

The stench emanating from all over the body, within 100 meters, it is estimated that no one will approach.

Yebei stopped and turned around, without a trace of disgust, but was curious about the crazy old man in front of him.

It seems that this person originally belongs to the Tianshan Mountains, but he seems to have great hatred with the people on the Tianshan Mountains.

"The old man has been waiting for so long, and today, he finally waited for the adult, dare to ask the adult's name?"

The old man's miserable white eyes were faintly filled with tears.

When the words fell, Yebei's curiosity became even greater.

The old man in front of him originally looked crazy, but at this moment, he seemed to have regained seven points of sobriety.

"Who are you?"

Yebei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was habitually wary of strangers, especially on this Tianshan Mountain.

"Under Yellowstone."

The old man bowed, although he was covered with swill, he did not have the appearance of madness before.

Obviously, this old man is probably pretending to be crazy.

And at this moment, Yebei was not curious about why this person was pretending to be crazy and stupid, but shocked the other party's name.

"Great Chu God Operator, Huang Shi Weng?"

At this moment, even if it is Yebei, it is difficult to hide a touch of shock in his heart.

If it is in the outside world, there may be people with the same name.

But this place is the Tianshan Mountains, and the appearance of the old man in front of him is obviously in his twilight years, and his real age is afraid to be terrifying.

The word Da Chu has been 2,000 years ago!

"Great Chu God Operator...... Hehe, it's rare that there are still people in the world who can remember the name of the old man, die without regrets, die without regrets. ”

Huang Shi Weng looked up to the sky and sighed, his eyes were full of vicissitudes of the year.

Two thousand years have passed, and who in the world today can remember their name.

Just the word Da Chu, I am afraid that there are not many people who know it.

Everyone in the world knows the Qin and Han dynasties, but they don't know that between the two, there was also a short dynasty, that is, Great Chu.

How short is it?

A dynasty, from its birth to its demise, is only one month and three days!

It's so short that history is completely negligible.

And Huang Shiweng's words undoubtedly confirmed his identity.

"It is rumored that Weng Lao is a cultivator, and later became an immortal, and was included in the Taoist lineage into the divine genealogy, but I didn't expect it to be on this Tianshan Mountain."

These rumors, there are only a few words in some fragmented ancient books, and Yebei has seen them.

"Hehe, you also said that it was a rumor, not credible, not credible."

Huang Shiweng couldn't help but smile bitterly, except for the blind eyes and the swill all over his body, how could there be a trace of madness.

Now that Ye Dao and the others have been killed, he finally doesn't need to pretend to be crazy and stupid.

Yebei stretched out one hand and held it on Huang Shi Weng's thin wrist, frowning, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Huang Shi Weng has been a cultivator since ancient times, and he must be a martial artist, but now, the dantian in his body has long ceased to exist, not only that, but many tendons and veins have been broken for many years and have shrunk to the extreme.

Coupled with the old age, I don't know how many years of devastation, the physical condition is not optimistic.

"The old man can't die for a while."

Huang Shiweng withdrew his arm and rolled up his sleeves, obviously afraid of soiling Yebei's palm.

A generation of gods, in the past, was comparable to the existence of a national teacher, how brilliant it should be, but now it is like this, which is indeed embarrassing.

"Old man, don't you know the name of the adult?"

Huang Shiweng bowed and asked.

"Weng Lao is serious, just call me Yebei."

"Night North ......"

Huang Shiweng muttered to himself, and then said in a condensed voice:

"Night to Tailai, the north to control the divine power, in the future, I am afraid that the world will be blessed with immeasurable merits."

When Yebei heard this, he smiled indifferently.

To be honest, I don't believe in Zhou Yi's gossip deduction hexagram.

This is contrary to the concept of killing as protection.

Not only in the north of the night, but in the entire Zhu God Temple, only the knife in the hand is believed, and no one will want to believe in this kind of hanging technique.

However, the art of divination, which has existed since ancient times and has been handed down to this day, must have its own special features.

It's just that today, most of them are charlatans.

"Don't you believe me?"

Huang Shiweng leaned forward, his eyes were blind, but his perception was very accurate.

Yebei smiled slightly, didn't dwell on this issue, and asked: "With Weng Lao's skills, the ends of the earth are like idle clouds and wild cranes, let them gallop, how can they be imprisoned on this Tianshan Mountain." ”

Not only captivity, but also the appearance at the moment, and more importantly, humiliation.

When I first came, I saw with my own eyes that a group of Tianshan disciples were making a fuss and then feeding them swill.

"Alas......"

Huang Shiweng shook his head helplessly and sighed heavily.

There was silence for a moment, and he slowly spoke: "My lord......"

"Just call me Yebei."

Although the strength is respected now, the person in front of him is undoubtedly the older generation.

Huang Shiweng nodded and smiled.

"Yebei, please come with me."

……

Huang Shiweng held a bamboo stick, banging along the way, and walked towards a mountain peak.

Yebei followed behind him, holding lightly on the hilt of the Beiwang sword at his waist with one hand.

The Tianshan Mountains are endowed with a veil of mystery by the outside world, and Yebei sets foot here, always maintaining a vigilant heart.

This is a natural instinct formed after guarding the frontier for many years.

He has experienced too much.

Nothing to say all the way.

For about an hour, under the trembling and towering Huangshi Weng, slowly leading the way, the position of the two of them at this moment is similar to the back mountain.

On the cliff in front of him, it seems to be ordinary, but there is a layer of true qi surging.

Obviously, on the cliff, a spatial formation similar to that at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains was arranged.

Although the surroundings are a little bleak, it can be seen that this place must have been an important place before.

Looking around, the pavilions and the connecting corridors have long been covered by vines, which shows that the years have long been gone, but they have not rotted.

Just because they are all made of golden silk nanmu, not to mention the wind and sun, even if they are buried in the ground, they can not rot for thousands of years.

Today, the golden silk nanmu is the first of ten thousand trees, and its price is as expensive as gold.

There is also a pool that has long dried up, nearly 1,000 square meters, which shows that this place must have experienced a prosperous scene.

Before the two of them stopped at the peak, although Huang Shiweng couldn't see it, he could feel the depression.

"Night North, here is the top of the Tianshan Mountains, two thousand years ago, how prosperous."

The solemn tone is difficult to hide the sadness.

"Why did Elder Weng bring me here?"

Yebei couldn't help but ask, he was not interested in raiding his home.

Counting the days, it has been three days since he came to Tianshan, and the soldiers in the hall are almost ready to enter the Guwu swamp to cultivate.

The matter of Tianshan has been resolved, and Sheng Hu's blood feud has also been avenged, and it is time for him to go back.

Huang Shi Weng looked at the mountain peak in front of him with pale eyes, but did not answer, as if he was caught in a memory.

"I don't know if you've heard of it, First Continent."

After five minutes of silence, Huang Shi Weng spoke in a condensed voice.

When Yebei heard this, his sword eyebrows raised slightly.

"Looks like you know."

Huang Shiweng still looked at the mountain rock in front of him and muttered.

"What does Elder Weng want to tell me?"

Yebei asked directly.

Huang Shiweng suddenly mentioned the First Continent, what does this have to do with the Tianshan Mountains?

This made Yebei can't help but think that when he first stepped on the top of the mountain, Weng Lao kept shouting like crazy, "It's coming, it's finally here." ”

Is this talking about yourself?

Weng Lao knew that he would come to Tianshan for a long time?