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The defeated old man waved his hand, and muttered: "If you are not in a good mood today, let you play a game and fight again tomorrow." ”

The old man walked leisurely back to the village with his hands behind his back.

The remaining old man had rosy cheeks and was in good spirits, and while cleaning up the chessboard, he raised his eyes to look at Su Zimo, and said with a smile: "There are not many young people with a calm temperament like you, let's go, follow me into the village." ”

"Thank you, uncle. ”

Su Zimo smiled, thanked him, and followed the old man into the village.

The villagers in the past just glanced at Su Zimo, and then stopped looking, as if they were not surprised, and they were not surprised.

"There's no extra room to spare, young man, is it okay for you to live in the firewood room?" asked the old man.

"It's fine. Su Zimo responded with a smile.

At nightfall, most of the people in the village had not rested, and the old people who had eaten dinner were walking around the village in a leisurely manner, and the women were holding needles and threads and sewing clothes.

Unpretentious, simple and peaceful.

It seems to be a paradise, there is no fighting, no fighting, but everyone has a happy and contented smile on their faces.

Su Zimo sat at the door of the firewood room, quietly watching this scene, emptying his mind, thinking about nothing in his mind, and the fatigue along the way seemed to have been reduced a lot.

The night is getting darker, and the moon is bright and the stars are thin.

The old man, the woman, and the man had all gone back to their houses to rest, and only some energetic children in the village were still playing and refusing to go home to sleep.

Su Zimo stood up, returned to the firewood room, closed the door and was about to rest.

At this moment, a young child's voice came from the village, crisp and pleasant.

"Where to find the fairy trace, looking at the ethereal peak, only in this mountain, the clouds do not know where to go. ”

"Huh?"

Su Zimo's heart moved, Huo Ran turned around, pushed the door out, and followed the prestige.

Not far away, a seven or eight-year-old child with a smile on his face was jumping up and down this way.

Su Zimo groaned slightly, walked up head-on, squatted down, and asked with a smile, "Child, who did you listen to when you said that?"

"Who said that?"

The child tilted his head sideways, blinked his big watery eyes, seemed a little confused, and said, "I don't know, but we can all say it." ”

"Is it just a simple nursery rhyme?" Su Zimo thought for a moment.

"Big brother, are you going to cultivate immortals?" the child asked again.

"yes. Su Zimo nodded and asked with a smile, "How do you know?"

A hint of cunning flashed in the child's eyes, and he stuck out his tongue and said, "There are people like you every year, but most of them don't see immortals, hehe." ”

"How can I see it?" Su Zimo was interested, wanting to tease the child.

"I don't know. The child pouted and shook his head.

Su Zimo was just about to get up and leave, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he looked at the child and asked: "Where to find the fairy trace, looking at the Ethereal Peak from afar, but the Ethereal Peak is shrouded in fog, how can I see it?"

"It's not easy. ”

The child raised his chin triumphantly and said, "In a few days, the fog will lighten a little, and standing here, you can faintly see a mountain peak." But it's only three days, so if you miss it, you won't be able to see it. ”

Su Zimo was overjoyed.

As long as you can see the Ethereal Peak, follow the direction of the Ethereal Peak, and keep moving forward, you will definitely be able to reach the foot of the mountain.

Of course, Su Zimo didn't think that if he wanted to worship the Ethereal Peak, it was as simple as just passing through the mist, but this was the premise.

Su Zimo stayed in this village for seven days.

On the seventh day, the fog gradually faded, and a towering mountain peak loomed in the distant clouds.

Su Zimo said goodbye to everyone in the village and stepped into the fog again.

In the fog, all the senses were reduced to the limit, the sense of direction was blurred, and Su Zimo felt that he was turning east and west, and even sometimes, as if he was turning back.

As the fog fades, you can see the location of the mountain peaks in the distance, even if you are in the fog.

Su Zimo didn't care about it, tried to ignore the illusion brought by his senses, and just followed the place where the mountain peak was, and kept moving forward.

Suddenly!

There was a sudden sound of rustling in the depths of the mist, which was weird and terrifying, like the sound of a spirit beast walking and stepping on the grass.

Getting closer!

A faint fishy smell wafted over.

"Huh?"

Su Zimo narrowed his eyes, stopped, and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

After waiting for a long time, no spirit beast appeared.

It's a strange feeling.

Spiritually, Su Zimo did not feel the danger.

But in that direction, there was indeed the sound and breath of the spirit beast, Su Zimo had survived in the Blue Wolf Mountain Range for a year, this smell was too familiar, and it would not be wrong.

"Quirky. ”

Su Zimo muttered softly and continued to walk forward.

"Roar!"

It didn't take long for a tiger roar to suddenly sound in front of him, deafening and full of breath, which showed that this spirit beast was powerful, and it might even be the level of a spirit demon!

Su Zimo frowned.

It stands to reason that there are powerful spirit beasts or spirit demons appearing in front of him, and Su Zimo should have sensed the danger by virtue of his spiritual sense.

But the strange thing is that there is no spiritual reaction, but in the five senses, he repeatedly perceives danger.

In this case, there are only two possibilities.

The surrounding fog could either hide Su Zimo's spiritual sense, or it would confuse his five senses.

The answer is obvious.

These methods are nothing more than to scare away some people who want to cultivate immortals and ask, but their will is not strong.

What tiger roars, what bloody gas, is nothing more than a means to confuse people.

Thinking about the purpose of this fog, Su Zimo smiled, ignored all kinds of movements around him, and walked straight towards the depths of the fog.

In any case, fog can confuse a person's five senses, and such means are clever enough.

If it weren't for Su Zimo's spiritual sense, he would definitely be frightened and cautious along the way.

Su Zimo gradually quickened his pace, and it didn't take long for him to break out of the fog, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

At a glance, the vegetation is abundant, lush, and the green water surrounds the mountains, a piece of vitality, as if in a fairyland.

Not far away, there is a stone gate.

Behind the stone gate, there is a bluestone-paved mountain road, which twists and turns to the misty and dark places.

On both sides of the stone gate, there were two young Taoist boys, one fat and one thin, with red lips and white teeth.

After the fat Taoist saw Su Zimo, he nodded with a smile and said, "Childe is the first, please wait here, three days later, the mountain will be opened to accept apprentices." ”

Su Zimo was not in a hurry, and waited quietly on the side.

There were people coming out of the fog one after another, most of them were mortals who had not cultivated, their faces were pale, and their foreheads were sweaty, which showed that they had come all the way and were not a little frightened.

In the middle, there were also qi practitioners who drove the flying sword out of the fog, and when they saw the stone gate, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The gazes of some qi practitioners swept over Su Zimo's body, and they didn't notice the fluctuation of the aura, and their expressions eased slightly.

When several qi practitioners saw Su Zimo's outfit with a bow and a knife on his back, they couldn't help but sneer.

All living beings are in different forms.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.