The defeated old man waved his hand and whispered, "I'm not in a good mood today, let's play again tomorrow." ”

The old man put his hands on his back and walked back to the village.

The old man's cheeks were rosy and bright, he packed up the chessboard, looked up at Su Qin, and said with a smile: "There are not many calm young people like you, come on, follow me to the village." ”

"Thank you, old man. ”

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

In the past, the villagers only looked at Su Qin, so they stopped watching. This doesn't seem strange or strange.

"You have nowhere to live, young man. Is the firewood room all right?" asked the old man.

"It's okay," Su Qin replied with a smile.

At night, most of the people in the village have not rested. Old people who had eaten dinner walked leisurely around the village, and women picked up needles and threads to mend clothes.

Simple, simple, peaceful.

It seemed like a paradise, no fighting, no struggle, but everyone's face, with a smile of happiness and satisfaction.

Su Qin sat in front of the firewood room, quietly watching this scene, his heart was empty, there was nothing in his mind, and the fatigue of this road seemed to have been reduced a lot.

The night is thicker, and the moon is thin.

Old people, women, men all went back to their homes to rest, and in the village only some energetic children were still fighting, reluctant to go home to sleep.

Su Qin stood up, returned to the firewood room, closed the door, and prepared to rest.

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

"Where did the fairy's tracker find it, looking at the peaks of the void from afar, only to know that in this mountain, the high clouds on the high mountain did not know where they were. ”

"Huh?"

Su Qin's heart moved, Huo Ran turned around, pushed open the door, and followed the voice to look.

Not far away, a seven- or eight-year-old kid with a smile on his face was jumping in this direction.

Su Qin muttered a few words, squatted down with his head up, and asked with a smile, "Son, who are you listening to that sentence?"

"Who said that?"

The boy leaned his head to the side, blinked wide, seemed a little confused, and said, "I don't know, but we'll all say it." ”

"Is this just a simple nursery rhyme?" Su Qin was very considerate.

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

"Yes" Su Qin nodded and asked with a smile, "How do you know?"

The child's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and he stuck out his tongue and said, "People like you, every year, but most of them don't see fairies, hey." ”

"How can I see that?" Su Qin mentioned his interest, wanting to tease the child.

"I don't know," the kid shook angrily.

Su Qiguang was about to get up and leave, when suddenly a beam of spiritual light flashed in his mind, looked at the child, and asked: "Where is the wizard of the fairy, looking at the peak of the void, but the clouds and mist shroud the peak of the void, how can I see it?"

"It's not easy. ”

The child proudly raised his chin and said, "In a few days, the fog will lighten, and standing here, you can faintly see a mountain peak." "But it's only been three days. If I miss it, I can't see it. “

Su Qin was very happy in his heart.

As long as you can see the peaks of the void and keep walking in the direction of the peaks of the void, you will definitely be able to reach the bottom of the mountain.

Of course, Su Qin didn't think that if he wanted to worship this illusory mountain, it would only be through the fog, but this was the premise.

Su Qin stayed in the village for seven days.

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

Su Qin and the people in the village left, and walked into the fog again.

In the fog, all the senses were degraded to the limit, the direction was blurred, and Su Qin felt himself turn around and turn to the west, sometimes, as if he wanted to go back.

When the fog becomes lighter, you can see the location of the distant mountain peaks even in the fog.

Whether it was Su Qin, he tried to ignore the illusion of the senses, but followed the location of the mountain and walked straight forward.

Precipitous!

In the depths of the fog, there was a sudden rustling sound, which was creepy, as if it was a spirit animal walking around the grass and stepping on the grass.

It's getting closer!

A faint stream of air swept by.

"Huh?"

Su Qin squinted, stopped, and looked in the direction of the sound.

After waiting for a long time, there are no spiritual beasts.

It's a strange feeling.

Mentally, Su Qin didn't feel the danger.

But in this direction, there is indeed the sound and breath of the soul beast. Su Qin lived in Cangwolf Mountain for a year. The taste is too familiar to be wrong.

"Weird"

Su Qin continued in a low voice.

"Huh!"

Not long after, there was a sudden roar in front of the tiger, deafening, and a thick breath could be seen, and the power of this spiritual beast could be seen, and it might even be the level of a ghost demon!

Su Qin frowned.

According to the theory, there are powerful souls or demons in front of us, and Su Qin, with his spiritual consciousness, should have realized this danger a long time ago.

But strangely, there is no mental reaction, but in the five senses, there is a repeated awareness of the danger.

In this case, there are only two possibilities.

The surrounding fog could both obscure Su Qin's spirit and confuse his five senses.

The answer is obvious.

These measures are just to scare away some people who want to repair the immortals, but their will is not strong.

What tiger roars, what flesh gases, is but a means to confuse people.

Su Qin tried to understand the meaning of the fog, smiled, ignored the various movements around him, and walked straight to the depths of the fog.

In any case, fog confuses a person's five senses, which is also smart enough.

If it weren't for Su Qin's mental feeling for his body, this road would have come over, he must be afraid and be careful.

Su Qin slowly quickened his pace, and after a while, he rushed out of the fog and suddenly became happy in front of him.

At a glance, the grass is lush and lush, and the green water surrounds the mountains, which is full of life, as if in a fairyland.

Not far away, there is a stone gate.

Behind the stone gate is a mountain road made of bluestone and twists and turns, leading to a dark and foggy land.

On either side of the stone gate, there were two small, fat, and thin Taoist children with ruddy lips and white teeth.

Seeing Su Qin, the fat man nodded with a smile and said, "The son is the first, please wait here for three days, and then open the mountain to pick up the disciple." ”

Su Qin was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

People continued to walk out of the fog, most of them were unpracticed mortals, their faces were pale, and their foreheads were sweaty, which showed that they had been shocked all the way.

There were also cultivators who flew out of the fog in the middle and were only relieved when they saw the stone gate.

Some practitioners' eyes swept over Su Qin's body, not noticing the ups and downs of the aura, and it looked a little slow.

A few practitioners couldn't help but smile when they saw Su Qin's clothes, with a knife arched on his back, and a mocking expression on his face.

All living things are full of form.

Three days later, in the blink of an eye.

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After three days, the fog behind the crowd grew louder again, and the eyes were no longer visible.

Even if someone out there wanted to visit this illusory mountain, they would have to wait until next year.

In the past three days, not to mention that more than 500 people have stood in front of the stone gate, and even the two Taoist children standing next to the stone gate could not hide their fatigue and stood there chatting.

"Brother, how many people can you pay tribute to more than 500 people this time?