The path on the top of the mountain seemed to have just been soaked by rain, and Wang Yougen was also stained with a lot of mud, mixed with blood all over his body, he didn't care, and after agreeing to the little white dragon, he took the thunder sword and put it in the storage bag, and stepped down the mountain.

On the way, he turned on the mute mode, thinking about the "weak water" in the mouth of the red-robed man in the dream, no wonder when he realized the water sword, the words echoed inexplicably in his mind, it was really a cycle of cause and effect, and it was endless, but my weak water was still weaker than his.

Thinking of the power of the sword, Wang Yougen's scalp was numb, and his feet couldn't help but slide downward, drawing two lines of footprints in the mud.

It's just that the thoughts in his mind are no longer simple, there are many mysteries, like the current situation, he guessed that the man probably committed suicide and died, and was picked up by the old man with a sword to pick up a "cheap", but in fact, it was still cheaper.

Thinking about it, there are still too many puzzles, so I simply stopped thinking about it, and made up my mind to wait for the old man to wake up, and I will know when I ask.

Fortunately, the current Wang Yougen has a specific understanding of his own strength, and knows who can be messed with and who cannot be provoked, but when he thinks of having a dream space by his side, he can still barely run rampant in the Seven Heavens.

The road down the mountain was long, and he probed the heart with his divine sense, but as soon as he got close to the periphery of the ventricles, he was blocked by a layer of qi, so that he could not see the inside at all.

Wang Yougen stopped, concentrating on trying to force his divine consciousness through that layer of qi, and after some mental exhaustion, his divine consciousness was still like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it was always fruitless.

He sighed helplessly, withdrew his senses, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and continued to go down the mountain.

In the shade of the giant tree, his figure can occasionally be seen flickering by, and soon reappeared more than a hundred feet away from the slope.

"Who sent red beans in the previous life, who put them into the sleeves of Yunjin, could it be that he misses the old too much in this life, and is so gentle in the red dust. ”

"Who relieves the worries of whom in the dream, who sits with whom the white head, the Yiren only ask for Sauvignon Blanc, how can I give up. ”

"The oath is embroidered on the needle, I can't bear to wet the pillow with tears, let the wind and rain be mottled in spring and autumn, and lose weight side by side after half a year. ”

“......”

Wang Yougen thought of Yan Danhu for no reason, and unconsciously hummed the song he wrote when he was young, and he was lovesick, he was smiling at the corner of his mouth, and the appearance of purple in his mind flashed away......

He shook his head vigorously, smiled bitterly, and then silently descended the mountain again, watching the six roads, listening to all directions, and having no distractions, like a returning hunter in the seemingly endless palm leaf giant forest.

After about a cup of tea, the palm-shaped giant trees on the slope where Wang Yougen was located gradually became scarce, replaced by clumps of green bamboo.

The dried bamboo leaves were piled up on the slope, as if the wind had never come, only a few bamboo leaves mixed with thin mud rolled up on the path, which were slid by Wang Yougen and stuck to the side of his boots.

A few more jumps, the wet mud on the boots splashed far away, landed on the bamboo knots and made a chirping sound, turned a few corners on the slope, and the terrain gradually flattened.

Wang Yougen stepped forward, and when he staggered past the bamboo forest on the left, he suddenly stopped, and he turned to look to the left, where a building was standing.

It looks like a Western church, but there is no roof to cover it, only the high walls and vertical and horizontal stone beams, on which are carved small patterns of different shapes, more like words.

The building seems to have gone through a long time, and there is an ancient atmosphere in the eyes, rushing to the face and with a mottled artistic conception, but it makes people think of the Buddha hall.

Under the wall, there are weeds, some vines climb on the outer wall, not high and not much, and looking in from the broken wall, it is a low wall piled up with ashlars.

Before Wang Yougen could take a step to find out, a long-haired rabbit sprang out from the right side of the building, followed by a white-haired goat, but it resembled, in Wang Yougen's opinion, an animal he had never seen before.

In the blink of an eye, the two animals had chased and ran to the left side of the building, and the long-haired rabbit glanced back at Wang Yougen, and disappeared inexplicably.

When Wang Yougen was suspicious, the white-haired goat had already circled behind the wall, he looked a few more times, and then looked in the direction where the two animals came, and there was a vast white mist rising!

Looming, several houses appeared in the fog, and Wang Yougen immediately gave up the idea of entering the dilapidated building and walked directly into the fog.

The rich aura rushed to his face, and when Wang Yougen stepped into the fog, he saw countless aura crystals, "flooding" like a dream in the scene of a cave in the world.

On the left side of the trail, a shallow stream with a width of more than three zhang flows slowly, the water color is distinct, the faint red ripples quietly in the green water, and the water surface rises up a dense fog like white smoke, "peacefully" gathers and disperses.

On the right side of the trail, there is a fine house with black tile and gray walls, three rooms are built together, and there is a blank wall next to the path.

Wang Yougen through the hole in the wall, you can see that the small courtyard inside is like a patio, there are stone tables and stone benches in the courtyard, a bag of sandbags hanging on the wooden frame, and a few pots of bonsai under the eaves are beautiful.

There is also a fish pond, the stone body is covered with moss, the small lotus on the surface of the pond is revealed, and then look at the open door, as if there is a prohibition, Wang Yougen can't see clearly.

A comfortable and simple atmosphere inexplicably emerged from the courtyard, which made Wang Yougen yearn in his heart.

While moving sideways, I looked at the courtyard, there was no door in the middle of the blank wall, but the courtyard was isolated by a bamboo fence, and green vines were planted on both sides, sparsely climbing up the white wall.

Wang Yougen's eyes were attracted by a house in front of him, still black tiles and gray walls, and the white walls on the outside were empty.

Outside the courtyard, through the hollow wall hole, Wang Yougen was fascinated by the scene in an instant, more than a dozen bonsai pots in the courtyard, the pots were exquisite, and the Arhat was red and bamboo, and he didn't recognize the others.

There are grooves in the four corners of the courtyard, and a thin mist of water rises out continuously, permeating the bonsai room, and there is a stone desk in the center, which is spread on a piece of rice paper, and there is no ink on the paper.

The door of the middle hall is wide open, and there is no prohibition to obstruct the sight, and you can see the mahogany tea table in Zhangyu, and the teapot on the table still has the fragrance of tea wafting out, but there is no trace of anyone.

Wang Yougen was still looking at the rest of the objects and furniture, when there was a sudden noise on the road.

In the fog, on the trail, the white-haired goat came slowly, shaking his head slightly, and when he walked to Wang Yougen, Wang Yougen was thinking about roasting the whole sheep, but unexpectedly, the white-haired goat instantly turned into a little boy.

The little boy with a chubby face smiled and his eyes were small, and he was dressed in a cloth coat, like a child in a village.

Wang You wanted to make a move, but when he saw this scene, he had no choice but to smile at each other.

The little boy seemed to have seen his obsession with the house early, and raised his hand to signal him to enter the house.

Wang Yougen was not polite, he took the lead in opening the fence, and when he stepped into it, a cool feeling hit him in an instant, making people feel more comfortable, and the little boy followed closely behind, looking curiously at the dirty man in front of him.

Wang Yougen seemed to be aware of it, but he didn't care, he walked to the stone case and looked at the vertical and horizontal carved lines hidden under the rice paper, which should be a chessboard, he said with a smile: "Xiaoyou, this is your house?"

The little boy smiled and said, "Little friend, is this your home?"

Wang Yougen frowned slightly, and the little boy smiled and said: "Forgive your sins, forgive your sins, no one has come in the mountains for too long, and the sheep are so happy that they forget it, this place is not my home, this mountain is my home." ”

The corners of Wang Yougen's mouth twitched, he was a big family, and then asked with a smile: "Little friend, why is the owner of this house not here?"

The little boy smiled and said casually: "I forget how many years, everyone who came here has flown away, there are thirty-two houses on this mountain, you can choose to live at will, until you ascend." ”

Sure enough, it was consistent with what Xiao Bailong said, Wang Yougen thought, and looked around at the same time, and after a while, he was satisfied: "That's it, don't pick it." ”

The little boy raised a thumbs up and said with a smile: "You really have vision, one of the owners of this house, my Amanian brother, has lived here for less than a hundred years before he has gained the true meaning of Yang, and he has risen through the mirror." ”

The sheep's expression was sincere, and Wang Yougen's eyelids jumped, a hundred years! How many days and nights does it take, has my luck deteriorated again?

Wang Yougen still asked with a strong smile: "Dare to ask Yangzi Xiaoyou, how can I get the true meaning of Yangshi?"

The sheep raised his left eyebrows, as if he had come to the spirit, and said seriously like an old professor: "If you want to obtain the true meaning of Yangshi, it is just to ascend, but if you want to ascend, you have to be in line with the way of heaven, so that you have the true intention of cultivating the truth, and the opportunity to cultivate the true meaning, this Daoist Mountain will have countless opportunities, you only need to fit with the small world of this mountain, and then the true intention will be added, and it is difficult to ascend!"

Wang Yougen listened to the drum in his heart, this little broken child said so much, it seemed that the last sentence was the point, and there was nothing to chew, looking at the child's hands behind his back like an old pedant, he was speechless......

The sheep waited for a moment of respectful gratitude, but still did not see the other party and said, The people who entered the mountain to preach in the past are not like this, who is not grateful to my sheep.

Yang Zixu saw that the other party had "no one in his eyes", and looked at the furnishings in the house, so he coughed and said: "This brother, you might as well go to the stream to wash first, you are dirty, and it is worse than the big mountain monster of Yangshi Mountain." ”

Wang Yougen retracted his gaze and couldn't help asking, "Who is the mountain monster?"

Yangzi suddenly asked, "You don't even know about her, and you dare to enter the Dao Mountain to fight the autumn wind?"

After speaking, Wang Yougen was slightly stunned, and the sheep wanted to hear a satisfactory answer from the other party's mouth with expectant eyes, but Wang Yougen shook his head and said: "Little friend forgiveness, I really don't know." ”

Outside the blank wall, there was a sudden slight sniffing sound, and the sheep's ears moved, snorted coldly, and raised his hand to pull it down out of thin air.

A wisp of red clouds surged from a height of ten thousand feet at a high speed, and instantly entwined Wang Yougen!

"When you know who the big mountain monster of Yangshi Mountain is, come again, it's really ignorant!" the sheep said angrily, and then with a wave of his hand, the wisp of red cloud enveloped Wang Yougen and headed towards the top of the mountain.

Wang Yougen couldn't help but have 100,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart, and he was in mid-air, spitting out thick phlegm and spitting down.