There used to be a Fire Fox Sect of the Immortal Cultivation Sect on Fire Fox Mountain.

In the Firefox Sect, there used to be a powerful sect protector spirit beast, the Firefox.

In one of the photos with the Heavenly Remnant Monk, the Firefox had already died in battle, but the Firefox's fur did not know if it had rotted or not.

If not, it may be a good way to curb the ice cave effect of the Ice Spike.

Because, after leaving the Fire Fox Sect, after so many things have been refined, Zhang Feiyang has figured out a lot of things, why the red vest on his body was able to melt the ice covering his whole body in the formation of suppressing the Fire Fox.

It's all thanks to the materials used to make the red vest.

It is said that at that time, all the inner disciples, elders, and heads of the Fire Fox Sect were robes made of a certain amount of Fire Fox skins cut from the Fire Fox.

Therefore, after such a Dao robe is formed, it can be worn on one's body to resist the cold ice of the Protector Array.

And the ice thorn is so troublesome, and the damage it causes to people is secondary, and the main reason is that it can freeze the monk's body.

If you can go back to Firefox Mountain and find the body of Firefox, and the fur of Firefox happens to not rot, it should not be a problem to use it to remake a dress to withstand the cold.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang's heart that had been hanging finally slowly let go, smiled faintly, and relaxed a lot.

At this moment, for some reason, all of a sudden, the gale that had been going on in all directions actually stopped, from all directions, to only three directions, and then to only two.

After another moment, after feeling that the direction of the wind was finally only a stable direction, Zhang Feiyang would not be delayed, although he didn't know why this happened, but he immediately took a firm stride, and walked towards the deep woods on the left hand side in the direction of the strong wind.

Because, how dangerous it is here, Zhang Feiyang has already experienced it once.

Falling asleep inexplicably just now is a danger, and if you hadn't woken up suddenly from a nightmare, you might never have woken up.

Now that he has the opportunity to go out, Zhang Feiyang naturally doesn't want to think about it.

What's more, judging from the fact that the strong wind is slowly decreasing and the direction is becoming clearer and clearer, it should not be that the owner of it, Yimeng, deliberately led him out of here.

After all, if you really want to leave, you can keep the status quo.

If you stay for a long time, and you are hungry and thirsty, you will definitely not be able to stay long, and it will be a matter of time before you go out.

Zhang Feiyang felt that the direction of the wind suddenly became precise, most likely because the dream monk had changed his impression of himself, or he had become interested in himself and wanted to meet him, so he would deliberately guide him.

If his reasoning is correct, maybe after a short while, he will be able to see the abode of the Dream Layman.

Really.

With the precise guidance of water vapor in the strong wind, Zhang Feiyang turned left and right, went straight for a hundred steps, walked seven times around a bamboo, and then walked in a straight line to the east, after two hundred steps, the eyes suddenly opened up, and a small lake with a length and width of one or two hundred zhang appeared.

The surface of the lake is as smooth as a mirror, and the sun shines down, sparkling and beautiful.

In the middle of the lake there is a small island with a length and width of 34 zhang.

An arched bridge connects the island to the lake.

There is a simple wooden hut on the island, and outside the hut is a round stone table and several stone chairs, on which is a pair of Go is placed.

The black and white sides on the chessboard have already launched an attack, and the situation is showing a stalemate, obviously not finished playing, but for some reason, the dust on the chess pieces and the chessboard has accumulated a thick layer.

Zhang Feiyang came to the chessboard, stretched out his hand and wiped it gently, and the dust on his hands was like wool, rolled into a ball.

Obviously, this means that the board has not been touched for a long time.

But the person who will put the chessboard in this place is naturally only a dream layman, and it can never be someone else.

Will a person who doesn't like to play chess play halfway through without playing?

Could it be that something had happened, so that the Dream Monk had left here a long time ago?

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang was a little worried. He came here in the hope of meeting a dream layman, if no one could see him, wouldn't it be in vain?

But thinking about it, recalling the process of how he got out of this forest just now, Zhang Feiyang shook his head again, denying this speculation.

If it's true that the Dream Layman is gone, then who was guiding him just now?

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang was puzzled again.

At this time, he had already come to the door of the hut, and saw that the wooden door was as dusty as the chessboard, and a trace of bad premonition rose in his heart, but after thinking about it for a moment, he still respectfully bowed, and introduced himself, hoping to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

"Flying under Zhang Yang. I heard that the name of a dream layman has been a long time, and I came to visit. Please also ask the layman to open the door. ”

After a stick of incense, the door remained quiet all the time, and no movement came from anyone.

Zhang Feiyang's heart sank, and his bad premonition was even heavier, but he still didn't dare to break through.

After all, this is the residence of a dream layman, what if the other party doesn't open the door, is he in retreat and cultivating, and he doesn't hear it?

Or is it that the Dream Layman is actually deaf?

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang tried to raise his voice, shouted again, and continued to wait patiently at the door.

Unfortunately, after a meal, the house was still in the same situation, and it was quiet as if no one lived at all.

Zhang Feiyang had no choice but to try to knock on the door, knocking on the door, trying to let the Yimeng layman inside know through the vibration and the violent vibration amplitude of the door.

Because, no matter how deaf a person is, he can't see the door shaking, right?

It's a pity that Zhang Feiyang knocked on a whole stick of incense, and there was still no movement inside.

At this time, Zhang Feiyang had already concluded that there was no one inside, although he still had a trace of expectation in his heart, but he waited patiently outside, after holding down the door, he tried to inject aura, pushed the door hard, and shook the door open with a bang.

At this moment, an empty living room appeared in front of Zhang Feiyang's eyes, desks, chairs, wine gourds, as well as clothes and some daily utensils were all on the ground, all of them were placed crookedly, and they were also covered with dust, and it was obvious that no one had lived in it for a long, long time.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Feiyang still didn't understand what was going on, Yimeng Jushi should have really left here a long time ago.

I didn't expect to be able to visit, but I only found an empty room, and it was impossible to say that I was not disappointed.

Zhang Feiyang sighed and walked in.

Even if the One Dream Lay Monk has left, as long as there is still One Dream Lay Monk who once lived here, maybe there will be something that will be helpful for the study of the foundation building period.

Zhang Feiyang was still unwilling to give up, and began to walk around the hall, picking up all kinds of old things and observing them carefully, hoping to gain something, not for nothing.

It's a pity that the entire hall is really large, and there are so many things on the ground, but they are all ordinary mortal items, and there is not a single thing that can make Zhang Feiyang look at it.

Zhang Feiyang was a little depressed, sighed, and walked towards a small door at the end of the east side.

There is only one door in the entire hall in that direction, and inside it should be the bedroom of a dream layman.

With the last trace of anticipation, Zhang Feiyang pushed open the small door.

As soon as he entered, he almost gasped in fright at what he saw and withdrew.

It turned out to be a small dormitory, and the things were quite simple, with ordinary wooden beds and desks, as well as some scattered bedding, haphazard brushes and overturned inkstones.

What is creepy is that right next to the futon sat a skeleton, sitting cross-legged with its hands on its legs, in a standard cross-kneeled meditation position, which should obviously be a monk who had been dead for many years.

The skeleton also had a storage bag that only a monk would have.

It's a pity that the storage bag has broken a hole, and the function of storing items has long been invalid, and when Zhang Feiyang picked up the storage bag, the bag was empty and there was nothing.

Seeing this skeleton, I confirmed that the bag on the skeleton was indeed a monk's magic weapon storage bag, and then thought that there was a cloud of dust all over the ground, Zhang Feiyang's heart kept sinking, and a bad conclusion gradually took shape in the bottom of my heart.

It seems that this skeleton is very likely to be a dream layman.

However, before receiving effective evidence, Zhang Feiyang is still unwilling to draw conclusions easily and give up the last hope.

After all, he came here in the hope of asking some questions from the Dream Layman, if the Dream Monk had been dead for so many years, such a blow would probably be difficult to dissipate easily.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang took a deep breath, forcibly cheered up, bypassed the skeleton, and began to be cautious, seriously on the bed, under the bed, and on the desk, carefully rummaging, hoping to find something that confirmed the true identity of this skeleton.

Unfortunately, this dormitory, like the living room outside, had nothing to say about a monk except the most rudimentary mortal things.

The magic weapon, Zhang Feiyang has not seen a single one.

The pill is not even seen in the pill refining pill, nor the furnace, and there is no trace of the herb.

As for the cultivator's final important cultivation exercises, Zhang Feiyang didn't see even a single page.

When the whole bedroom was turned upside down and there was no gain, when Zhang Feiyang looked at the skeleton again, he didn't know why, and suddenly had a feeling of sympathy with himself in his heart, which made him suddenly recall the years when he was still a mortal.

At that time, he had nothing, except that he did not starve to death and was still a living person, he had nothing that a mortal should have, no relatives, no food, no clothes, and no place to live.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang felt that this skeleton was really pitiful, whether it was a dream monk or not, it couldn't be that after he died, there would be no place for him.

He folded his hands and suddenly bowed respectfully to the skeleton three times, and was about to take the skeleton out and bury it outside, so that the skeleton could at least be buried in the ground.

Suddenly, the whole room trembled violently.

At the same time, in the center of the floor of the living room, a bluestone floor was slowly removed, revealing a small hole, from which a palm-sized, half-human-high stone pillar rose.

At this moment, the top of the pillar suddenly bloomed like petals, and from inside it was revealed a book tightly wrapped in stone, which was lying on it steadily, as if it was some magic weapon, which made Zhang Feiyang stunned.