Towering mountains, more than a dozen stone houses built on the mountainside, shaded by a few towering trees.

Yanbo and Xinmu slowly descended and stopped in the courtyard. "What a broken place!" Xin Mu was full of grievances, and his hands and feet couldn't move, so he could only vent with what he felt was the most vicious.

"Stinky boy, you know a fart, this is a treasure of feng shui, with its back to the mountains and facing the east, just as the so-called purple qi comes from the east!" Yan Bo looked at the east, revealing a yearning look.

Xin Mu also looked at the east, and suddenly remembered the Nanhuang Gate, the father in the Nanhuang Gate, Hu Xiaoxiao, Ye Fei, and Hu Bo, there were people he loved and people he hated.

"Master Yanbo, let me go, I still have a lot to do!" Xin Mu said seriously,

"You're a fart!

"You, you old man, disrespectful to the old!" how can you be a master!" Xin Mu said loudly.

"You, you kid, you are disrespectful, you need to be disciplined and disciplined by the master!" Yan Bo replied to Xin Mu in a tone of voice.

"You ......" Xin Mu was speechless, quibbling was not his forte.

"What's the matter, boy, no fart!"

"Hmph!" Xin Mu snorted, but did not answer.

"Then don't be idle, go to the mountains and pick a hundred of these grasses and come back!" Yan Bo said, throwing a herb over.

Xin Mu stretched out his hand to catch it, only to see the herb in his hand, yellow stem and green leaves, the stem has black spots, the leaves are feathery, exuding a light fragrance, he has seen it on the herb spectrum, this is sulfur grass.

Xin Mu looked at the herbs, looked at them, and suddenly found that there was something wrong, not that the herbs were wrong, but that his hands and feet could move, he raised his eyebrows, laughed secretly, turned around and ran.

"See you again, old man!" Xin Mu said, already running out of the compound. Suddenly, there was a pull behind him, which forcibly reduced Xin Mu's speed to zero, as if he was glued, no matter how hard Xin Mu rushed forward, he couldn't move forward another half a step. The two feet slowly rose off the ground, and there was no focus point, and the body flew backwards without obeying the call.

Xin Mu turned his head to look, only to see Yan Bo standing motionless, looking at himself with a slight smile, looking like he was bound to win. Could this be spiritual power? It is simply amazing to be able to pull back a big living person who has escaped!" Xin Mu thought, and couldn't help but become interested in spiritual power.

"Boy, why didn't you run away, what are you doing when you come back?" Yan Bo deliberately laughed as he saw Xin Mu fall in front of him.

Xin Mu's eyes widened, and he almost didn't scold, he wanted to run, can he run! Xin Mu endured it, thought about the words, and said seriously: "Run? Did I run? I see that you are old and dizzy!"

"Hey, hey, stinky boy! I advise you not to do useless work, you can't run within a radius of ten miles!"

"It's okay if you don't run, you have to teach me mental power. Xin Mu thought about it, maybe it would be good to learn some spiritual power.

"Ha Luha, you kid, isn't it stupid!" Yan Bo smiled, and then said, "Since it is your master, I will naturally teach you a little."

"That's pretty much it!"

"But you'll have to complete your daily tasks first!"

"What task?"

"Pretend to be stupid! There are a lot of sulfur grasses in Wanzhu Valley in the back mountain, don't come back if you can't pick up a hundred of them!" Yan Bo said, throwing over the back basket and adding, "Be careful, don't fall to your death!"

Xin Mu looked at the back of Yan Bo returning to the house, and couldn't understand what the old man was thinking and what he was going to do, he shook his head helplessly, lifted the back basket, walked out of the courtyard, and walked into the mountains.

The mountains are sparsely wooded, grassy, and full of huge rocks. Xin Mu carried the basket on his back, climbed over the two mountain beams, and saw a huge canyon, like a huge knife wound, cutting the earth and extending to the sky.

Xin Mu looked at the surrounding mountains and rivers, and could not see any other canyons, and he concluded that this was the Ten Thousand Pillars Valley that Yanbo had said, so he walked along the slope of the mountain.

On both sides of the canyon, the cliff is 100 zhang high, vertical and steep, all of them are composed of stone pillars one by one, layer upon layer, I don't know how many there are in the road, I can't count them, because the eyes are completely insufficient, as far as the eye can see, all the vertical and upright stone pillars are stacked together, forming the cliff cliff that can not be seen on both sides, solemn and solemn. A small stream in the canyon meanders through the gravel, giving this oppressive canyon a flowing breath.

Xin Mu looked at it with his head held high, and saw dozens of yellow-stemmed and green-leaved sulfur grasses in the distance, shaking in the wind in the cracks of the steep rock wall.

"Sure enough, there are a lot of them! The old man didn't lie to people this time, isn't it everywhere? Xin Mu thought to himself, sticking to the huge cliff wall.

Although the cliffs are all composed of stone pillars, each stone pillar is a few hugs thick, and it is impossible to hold it at all, and if you want to go up, you can only climb up along the gap between the relatively rough stone pillars and the stone pillars.

Xin Mu grabbed the bulge of a stone wall with one hand, and buckled a depression with the other hand to climb the cliff. The moment he left the ground, he suddenly found that his hands and feet were a little weak, and after climbing a few steps, the muscles in his arms, legs and feet began to ache, and his whole body began to shake after climbing for less than five feet.

"Broken grass! Xin Mu scolded secretly, trying to regulate his breathing and keep himself stable, and suddenly the raised stone wall in his hand was crispy, and the amount of hanging force suddenly lost his balance, his body was crooked, and he fell involuntarily. Xin Mu thought to himself, no! Although Wuzhang is not tall, if he falls, he will not die, but he will be disabled. He immediately hooked his fingers and slashed, slashed, and slashed along the rock wall......

Violently rubbing, scratching up some stone chips, Xin Mu felt that his ten fingers had been rubbed off in half, and the pain in his heart threatened the person in distress to give up struggling. Xin Mu gritted his teeth and persevered, and finally grabbed a protrusion with both hands to stop the falling body.

Xin Mu gasped for breath and looked at his fingers, the red blood flowed down the stone wall, a hot stinging pain, telling him that the nail covers might have been scrapped! Xin Mu stabilized his mind, looked up at the sulfur grass on the cliff, and was about to continue climbing, a little black spot, slowly climbed down, the tail raised high, there was a thin hook, it turned out to be a scorpion.

Seeing the scorpion crawling towards him, getting closer and closer, Xin Mu thought to himself, I forgot to look at the yellow calendar when I went out today, it was really unlucky! However, in this situation, I couldn't use my hands to fight the scorpion, and it was even more impossible to hide! What should I do? Xin Mu gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and lay motionless on the cliff.

There was an itchy touch on his hand that was still in hot pain, and Xin Mu knew that it was a scorpion that had climbed up, and he tried his best to keep his breathing low so that he would not have obvious ups and downs. The feeling of the scorpion crawling, all the way down to the shoulder, suddenly stopped, the route turned, climbed to Xin Mu's neck, Xin Mu secretly complained, it must not get into the clothes!

Xin Mu directly held his breath, and his mind quickly thought, what should I do if the scorpion gets into the clothes? It is impossible to continue to go up, a scorpion must feel uncomfortable in the clothes! If it really doesn't work, climb down first, solve it first, and get stung first!

The feeling of crawling in a circle in the hair is creepy, and I hate to have to slap it to death with a palm. Thankfully, the sensation didn't creep into his clothes, and it climbed over his neck and down Xinmu's back, disappearing into his heel.

Xin Mu let out a long breath, making sure that the scorpion had left his body, before he began to move cautiously. Xin Mu tried to run "Cabernet Decision", channeling energy to his limbs, climbing, climbing slowly, and finally, climbing in front of a few sulfur grasses, Xin Mu adjusted for a long time before he found a suitable posture, free one hand, and picked sulfur grass.

Xin Mu smiled and continued to climb towards the next sulfur grass. The thin figure on the huge cliff, like a little moss on the city wall, a lonely boat in the sea, a star in the night, is in danger of disappearing at any time.