In the evening.

Xiao Changhe and his entourage walked deeper into the mountain, the sky gradually darkened, coupled with the dense primeval forest, making the forest even darker, and the arrival of evening made the whole mountain full of a gloomy and terrifying feeling, the wind and grass were blowing, which made people feel uneasy.

A few people passed by the place where the mountain moving ape and the winged lion fought before, and it was a mess, and a lot of trees were destroyed.

Along the way, the place where you enter is terrifying, in the dense forest, where the leaves are covered, sometimes you will step on piles of white bones as you walk.

The law of the jungle can be more reflected in this mountain.

The source of everyone's uneasiness was the beasts that popped up from time to time, and a few people saw a giant elephant being torn apart by a petite leopard, dripping with blood, shocking.

I also saw the eagle grabbing the white deer in the forest into the sky, and being eaten by the eagles in the air little by little.

The mountains stretch endlessly.

Every time Xiao Changhe crosses a mountain, he pays tribute to the mountain god in his own way, and his posture is very low, and the beasts in the mountain are not in the river water.

Ning Caisang is a real mountain person, it can be said that she is an immortal cultivator raised in the deep boudoir, her vision is definitely broad, and her knowledge is not short-sighted, she is on the mountain, she often hears some legends of mountain spirits and ghosts, and she also likes those stories about ordinary mountain spirits and ghosts.

However, those spirits on the fairy mountain are different from what is said in Fengyue's novel, there are no scholars sleeping in the mountain temple, there are female ghosts who come to suck people's essence and finally fall in love with the scholar's bloody bridge, and there is no white fox transformation to charm sentient beings.

None of them.

There was only a bloody fight.

There are mountain gods in the mountains, and there are city gods in the city.

Xiao Changhe meets the mountain and worships the mountain, and the river worships the river.

And these, Hanshan Temple and Chaoxia Island, and even Ning Caisang of the Qingyun Sword Sect, do not worship.

In fact, there is a saying on the mountain and under the mountain, a mountain person is considered half a heavenly person, and the mountain god Chenghuang in the secular world under the mountain is just a mountain spirit and ghost who was enshrined by chance, and some are even beasts who have cultivated asceticism and attained the Tao fruit, and the mountain people are more disdainful.

Starlight began to appear, shining through the gaps in the leaves, and the whole mountain was covered with a layer of mystical color.

Night has fallen.

Xiao Changhe chose a piece of terrain with his back against the cliff, stopped, he stood on the rock, observed the surroundings, and sprinkled some powder under a few ancient trees, I don't know what it was.

"Not leaving?" the little Taoist priest asked with some confusion.

"Hurry during the day, rest at night, make a fire, and take turns to watch the night. Xiao Changhe said, and in all directions of this place, those powders that I don't know what they are are sprinkled with.

"At this speed, how long will it take for us to get to the Dragon's Nest?" asked the old bald donkey of Hanshan Temple puzzled.

"Shenxian Mountain, suitable for rushing during the day, not suitable for traveling at night, there will be unclean things, according to our current speed, if there are no branches, it can be reached in about five days. Xiao Changhe finished sprinkling the powder, walked to the bottom of the cliff, and carefully observed the surroundings.

"Five days, what are you kidding?" said the little priest.

"You can't go at night, but you'll understand when it's late at night. When Xiao Changhe said this, he glanced at Ning Caisang, and finally said, "You go with me to pick up some firewood." ”

"Hey, you're really not leaving?" said the little Taoist.

Xiao Changhe ignored him, but looked at Ning Caisang and said, "Are you going with me?"

Ning Caisang nodded.

The two walked into the forest.

The night is dark and the wind is high.

The wind rustles the leaves, as if ghosts are dancing.

The old monk's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes seemed to see through the dark night through the dense leaves, and he said softly after half an hour: "The yin qi is too heavy, and the night is indeed not clean." ”

"As fellow monks, it is the duty of my generation to slay demons and eliminate demons, and besides, what kind of dirty things can there be in this ghost place?" said the old Taoist priest.

"Maybe it's going to be a fun night. The old monk's eyes narrowed quietly, and he sneered: "Dao Chief, do you really not know, or do you not know?"

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, but did not speak.

Ning Caisang and Xiao Changhe walked into the dense forest, and the moonlight was refracted through the leaves, shining on Ning Caisang's face, which looked even more moving.

The whole mountain seems to be covered with a thin veil, covered in silver.

Xiao Changhe and Ning Caisang picked up a lot of firewood, the two began to make a fire, the group belonged to different formations, and there was little communication between each other, when Xiao Changhe lit the fire, the sun fell completely.

The whole heaven and earth went into the night.

After entering the dark night, the fairy mountain seemed unusually silent, there were no birds, no insects, only the whirring wind, blowing the branches rustling.

This season, the wind carries a chill.

Several people sat around the fire, and the little Taoist priest and the old Taoist priest meditated on the spot, but the old monk and the little monk squatted in front of the fire at will, adding some firewood from time to time.

Ning Caisang used the half-immortal soldier to peel the skin of the spirit fruit, and handed it to Xiao Changhe after peeling one.

Xiao Changhe took a bite and took a bite, the juice splashed on his hand, and while eating, Xiao Changhe advised: "No matter what happens, no matter what you hear, no one is allowed to draw the line I draw, otherwise you will bear the consequences." ”

"Draw the ground as a prison?" the little Taoist priest suddenly said.

"It can be understood in this way, I will take turns to be on duty later, two people in a group, two hours in each group, me and Ning Caisang in a group, you each in a group of two, old bald...... The old master is worth the first two hours, the Taoist chief is worth the middle two hours, and Ning Caisang and I are worth the last two hours. Xiao Changhe said.

"Why?" the little Taoist priest blurted out.

"Before entering the mountain, I said, everything is up to me, and that's it, I'm going to rest as a mortal child. Xiao Changhe said, leaning against the stone wall in his kimono, closing his eyes and resting.

Ning Caisang leaned over, turned his face sideways to Xiao Changhe, and said softly, "Xiao Changhe, I have some questions for you." ”

Xiao Changhe closed his eyes and said impatiently: "Sleep, rest, don't ask anything." ”

Ning Caisang pursed his lips, but he was not sleepy, bored, raised his head and looked at the stars, and a trace of loss and grievance inexplicably surged in his heart.

This trip to Immortal Town, I thought that it could bring her realm to the next level, but she never thought that Song Xihe's death almost caused her Dao foundation to collapse, she never thought that the people of Immortal Town turned out to be more arrogant and domineering than the people on the mountain, Chen Qiaosheng said that if he wanted to kill the Qingyun Sword Sect, he would really kill the Qingyun Sword Sect.

The night is a little deep.

The sky was full of stars, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkled on the leaves, with a hint of brilliance.

There was silence.

It's just that in the depths of this mountain, where brute beasts were rampant, the silent night inexplicably added a touch of weirdness.

The old monk added some firewood to the fire.

At some point, the dark clouds slowly covered the moon, and the earth fell into darkness, and the wind blew, but with an inexplicable chill.

The old monk couldn't help but shudder, he raised his head, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and the whole world seemed to fall into eternal night, and I could hear my own heartbeat quietly.

There are no insects, no birds, no sound in the whole world, only the "popping" sound of firewood burning.

And that dark night, like a demon, looking down on the world, the air, seems extremely depressing.

"The immortal died on the Immortal Mountain, is it true that the legend is true? The real horror is not the first half of the night, but the second half of the night?" The old monk looked at Xiao Changhe, who closed his eyes and recuperated, with complicated thoughts.

"Immortals will die, dirty things may be a little annoying, ignore it, the rotation is over, close your eyes, don't open them. Xiao Changhe, who closed his eyes and recuperated, spoke.

At this time, in the depths of the night, in the distant mountains, there are ghost fires flickering and flickering, flickering, and begin to jump among the mountains, like cute elves.