"I don't believe what I see, there are mountains in the mountains, and the human heart is unpredictable. The human race fell apart, and there was a crack in the way of heaven that I called, and the monks of the Divided Realm could swallow the heavens and control a trace of extreme power, but in a short time they began to kill themselves, and the old faces escaped from the abyss on which they lived, pinching and killing innocent souls one by one. ”

"There are calamities in the heavens, and there are calamities in the earth. I believe that my solution will come soon, and that my killer will show his face. I offered all my treasures to see the appearance of the comer, but I heard a cold warning. The old man who counted for me bled through seven holes and fell to the ground and died. ”

"I waited for more than ten years for this catastrophe, and I thought that he would not come back, but when I woke up from meditation again and again, I knew that he was coming, and he took my name with a force that I could not resist. My sword spirit should not be killed, I asked for a narrow clear path, but only let it live a little consciousness, leaving an empty mountain. ”

"I knew at this time that Partridge Mountain would be changed to Hangu Mountain, so that I could leave a trace of inheritance, with my consciousness and the last mantle. Whoever comes, no matter what age you are, will have a book to read, and that is the heart. This heart is called the Heavenly Cold Road. ”

"This is also the result of my hard work in the cultivation world, seeking a clear path is the will of God, I always feel that there are all kinds of talents, depending on what you are facing. If you are lucky, you will be able to achieve it, but if you are miserable, everything will not go well, and the road will be difficult. But in the end, I realized that this was nothing more than a calamity in my heart. ”

"The sky is cold, the road is divided into up and down, left and right, the upper is the Lord, when you look for the mountain, you will see it belongs to you. My thoughts. There are no real treasures or spells to pass on to you, leaving behind only a burden that will not benefit you. ”

"Let me explain again, take good care of my sword spirit, it is famous. ”

The voice echoing in Li Shuishan's ears gradually faded away, and a large stream of words drilled into his brain, blinking his eyes, the waning moon and the waning sun were reincarnated twice, and the shirtless young man, his whole body was covered with a thin frost, he opened his eyes in the dark night, and said lightly.

He raised his finger and touched the sword marks on his eyebrows, pulled out the tip of the sword, emitted a huge cold light, and said softly: "I know your name, everything that has passed away will be dispersed with the wind, which is also what your former master meant." I know that the obsession with revenge in your heart will not go away, and in the future, I will take you to see the highest mountain in the world and find the person who killed your former master. ”

The man in the white robe, Li Shuishan is very familiar, he fled from Yilu Island to the mirrored mountains and seas, if it were not for the help of Xianglong, I am afraid that he would return to the chessboard in its original place.

"Man in white, I'd like to know if you represent the first sect of the human race?"

"Is your indifferent consciousness acting for the Terrans, or is it looking for the heavens?"

After he closed his eyes, the snow began to fall, and the scene in front of him returned to calm, and the tip of the sword lying on his eyebrows was pinched by him, imprinted in the center, and he meditated for a while, and in his heart he remembered the three spells sent by the female cultivator.

Blowing Shuixian, who was hiding behind the stone, swallowed his saliva, and carefully sat next to Li Shuishan, not daring to say anything, just sneaking a few glances at his eyebrows.

The figure that kept flashing in Li Shuishan's mind was the woman in the rain, she was wearing a red dress, and her eyes said lightly: Since ancient times, there has been a dispute between heaven and earth, and those who have Tao have told that the sky is above and the earth is down, and we are people who look at the sky. Some people also tell that the sky is round, the earth is square, and they draw a trap to trap us. After thinking about it, I categorically disagreed. Instead of standing and looking at the sky, it may be an illusion. The sky is under your feet, and you are looking at the earth. One step could be

Heaven, one step may be earth, the two repel and blend together, like yin and yang creation.

What does this mean?

It is a struggle between heaven and earth.

In his silence, he also thought of the flowers and plants that turned out of the earth, the birds and bees that blessed Li Shuishan to fall, and also thought of the reflection of the sky in the mountains, mountains and seas, in his eyes, the current sky is still the sky, and the current earth is still the same land, as for the two turning like yin and yang, he seems to have a understanding.

But something a little deeper, he still hasn't figured it out, maybe he hasn't experienced it personally, it's difficult to understand the feeling, he thought of the red clothes, a spell taken from "A Thousand Miles to Send Guests", this rain turned into snow, not enough to copy the artistic conception at that time.

In fact, the truth in it is the same, but now he has no murderous aura, and he can't bring up the red that the woman in red already has.

This red is what he thinks kills.

"If it can be done, it can really be transformed into a battle realm, then I will have one more life-saving technique. ”

Then, thinking of the dotted lotus leaves on the top of his head, he thought of painting a mountain map.

According to what she said, the mountain painting technique can be infinitely superimposed, and the condensation of the mountain picture is a lasting method after all, starting from the state of mind, and once a year the condensation is swallowed into the body, you can imprint the texture on the skin.

When it is clear, draw a mountain. The appearance of the mountain is immediately imprinted on the vase and picture scroll, and when it is behind the enemy, it can be slapped open and cast into an illusion. These illusions grow stronger and stronger over time, and there is no exit, only to find the caster and kill yourself.

But Li Shuishan has no picture scrolls around him, and he can start painting mountain patterns now.

He lifted his finger and placed it on a palm-sized black stone around him, and his fingers swiped across it, revealing a short bar.

The snow falling from the sky turned into water under his fingertips, and when he looked at it slowly, the ink became ink.

His eyes showed a resolute look, lightly dropped his finger on his chest, silently pressed, the purple on his skin flowed like water, and the position where his palm was slashed, white smoke immediately emitted, making his face twitch violently, and he gritted his teeth to resist.

Although the purple color didn't seem to be a big deal, there were indelible traces in Li Shuishan's heart, and the faster it spread, the more irritable his heart became.

Under a wipe, the white smoke dissipated a little purple, and Li Shuishan smiled lightly: "I don't believe that you are afraid of spirits." When I first heard the plum tree old-timers say that you are poisonous, I knew that you would get entangled in the aura and make people fall into the quagmire and not be able to climb out. ”

"If you have any other tricks, if I can't kill you, I will not stop!"

A small hill is drawn on this bare chest, although the mountain is not large, but the outline can be seen clearly, this is the Hangu Mountain.

The pain lasted for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, he sighed, lowered his fingers, and looked again, and the mountain pattern was completely imprinted, but after a moment it was gone.

"How many days?" he said slowly, opening his thirsty throat and putting on his robe.

"You've been here for fifteen days. Blowing Narcissus struggled and said, and it could be seen that it was very tired guarding Li Shuishan.

"Go back and rest, thank you. ”

After Li Shuishan got up, it turned into a mark and fell on his left arm, Li Shuishan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the yellowed land in the distance, which was the seemingly endless desert, and said: "It seems that there is no end, but it is actually a test, ice and fire, I am not mistaken, this waning moon and remnant sun is what the ancestor of Shanquan said, the sun and the moon are ghostly, but unfortunately ......"

"But cultivation is all about fighting, life and death

Victory and defeat are common. ”

There was another sigh in the air, and he slowly walked down the mountain, everything about this place was imprinted in his heart, and it could never be erased.

A group of spirits under the mountain saw the figure of a young man and shouted loudly: "That person is here!"

Demon Qi sat by the lake, as if listening to the guidance of the water shadow, waiting here, Li Shuishan lightly stepped on the ground, walked over slowly, his cloth shoes stepped on the ground without the slightest sound, only the snowflakes fluttered, the water on the lake surface was swimming, and came to its feet.

It looked down and saw the figure of a teenager floating on the water.

"You're back?"

Li Shuishan gently picked up a stone, and when he saw that there were seven, he smiled and said, "Seven!"

Demon Qi watched the stone fall into the water in silence, and said with a smile: "You are destined for me." ”

Li Shuishan said: "Yes, but please also meet me with the water shadow who received me for the first time." ”

The moment Demon Qi was silent, a water shadow emerged from the lake, and bowed down steadily, "I've seen the mountain lord." ”

Li Shuishan nodded and said, "I will leave today, I know everything about you, but please guard this mountain." Then he turned his head to look at Demon Seven, "See you next time." ”

Li Shuishan stepped on the surface of the lake and flew away, his figure was fast, without the slightest hesitation.

Mizukage sighed slightly, "The next time you see him, you must kneel and call him the Mountain Lord." Hangu Mountain has changed, but you still can't go up this mountain without his permission. ”

Demon Qi asked, "Shui Bo, is he really related to me?"

Mizukage turned to look, nodded, and said, "He is the master of the mountain, if he doesn't die, we will be fine." The sword mark in the center of his eyebrows should be the mourning, the mourning is the soul of the mountain, and the soul protects us. It is all related to it. ”

"And when is the next time we meet?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a month, maybe it's a few years. It's all possible. ”

A strong wind blew in the distance in the sky, rolling up the yellow sand on the ground to bury corpses, and a toad tilted its head and asked the big toad next to it, "Mother, do you know how they died?"

This big toad, the whole body is red, the claws are open with iron thorns, the mouth is a little crooked, the eyes are big and small, as if mutated, and then look at the toad who calls her mother, I don't know what his father is like.

"He died of thirst. I've told you, anyone who walks here will die of thirst, look at the hot sand, the coquettish sun in the sky, how many people can live?"

"That's right, but mother, I saw a person walking into the path over there, and Aunt Hong, who had been looking at her for a long time, seemed to be going up the mountain. ”

The big toad raised its paw and slapped it in the face, scolding, "Nonsense, you little baby." How could anyone get out of here. ”

The toad covered his mouth and cried, "It's true, I still talk to him, I asked him if he was a good person or a bad person, and he said he was a good person." ”

"Hey, the silly kid is hot and stupid, let's go, go home and cool off!"

"Mother, it's true!"

"Smack. ”

"Mother, I didn't lie to you. ”

"Smack. ”

"Mother!"

"Bang Bang Bang ....."

At this moment, a teenager showed his face and walked in the desert.