Lin Ziyun and Shi Su fell in a gazebo. There is cooking smoke curling around, and there is a lotus pond blooming with brilliant golden lotus. Between the white clouds and green mountains, a mountain villa. Gracefully turn the small bridge and row across the three-mile lotus pond. Bilian is graceful like a fairy, lotus leaves He Tiantian, fish play between lotus leaves.

In the lotus pond, algae are derived, and a green cow is rolling in a small puddle. The poem Su Li's girl's heart picked a lotus and put it in the palm of her hand. Lin Ziyun shook his head at it and motioned for her not to move. Shi Su snorted at him, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous. After all, this place is too weird, and according to normal calculations, it should still be night, so it can be seen that this place definitely does not exist in reality.

"Big brother, look at how beautiful the scenery is here. If we're stuck here, we won't be bored. Shi Su said mischievously.

Lin Ziyun rolled his eyes in his heart when he saw her so optimistic.

"Don't you want to save your senior sister?"

Shi Su Zhi was stunned at this time, followed behind Lin Ziyun, and saw that he looked cautious, as if he was a thief who had sneaked into someone's villa. Lin Ziyun's tiptoeing appearance is quite cute in her opinion.

Lin Ziyun was worried about what kind of place this place was. Suddenly the sound of the piano came from far away, and its sound was curling, like a mountain bird flying on the water, like a lonely bird crossing the sky. From far to near, if the teacher is teaching the students, he makes a pure teaching voice. Lin Ziyun slowly approached, and saw a white-haired old man sitting alone on the lotus pond fishing platform. He did not have a fishing rod in his hand, but a guqin.

"Where did the guests come from?" the old man saw Lin Ziyun and the two coming over, and asked.

"Old uncle, your fish has run away. Lin Ziyun savored the sound of the piano alone, but Shi Su Ling had already walked towards the old man. She watched as a golden carp jumped on the wooden board in front of the old man, a sly smile in her eyes.

"What a smart and clever girl, you have passed this level. The old man said with a smile.

I saw a figure in front of me flickering, and the old man playing the piano had disappeared.

"Big brother, how is it? Shi Su looked at Lin Ziyun playfully. It turned out that Shi Su Lian had already discovered that this place was a fantasy from the old man fishing with the sound of the piano. If Shi Su Lian really answered where he came from, the old man might continue to make things difficult, but Shi Su Lian directly saw through his piano sound. The old man knew that the illusion could not trap the two, but he retreated.

In fact, the old man's piano sound had a psychedelic effect. Lin Ziyun was cautious and engrossed in as soon as he came in. When he listened to the sound of the piano just now, he was clever but was mistaken by his cleverness, but he fell behind, but Shi Su Li's mind was not here, the first thing she saw was the beautiful scenery here, but she noticed that the old man's piano sound actually confused the fish in the pond.

"This place is also really mysterious, formations, illusions, and I don't know what other ghosts and ghosts there will be. Shi Su said with a smile. Lin Ziyun saw that she was in danger, but she could be so open-minded, but she was not as good as a woman, and she couldn't help but be stunned. He smiled and looked at Shi Su Lian and quipped: "Girls are not afraid, what am I afraid of? Besides, we have a small follower, a drag oil bottle, two swords combined, ghosts and sorrows." ”

Shi Su was teased by him, her face was brilliant, she was bold by nature, and she actually pulled Lin Ziyun's palm and walked together.

Seeing that the villa had not disappeared, the two knew that there must still be weirdness, but since they came, they must take a risk.

Sure enough, he didn't go far, and a scribe dressed in Confucian robes held a book in his hand and read it aloud in the court.

"Let's go, let's see what kind of monster this is. Lin Ziyun said with a smile.

"Haha...... The contemptible man is a lonely ghost who guards this place. But it was the scribe who seemed to hear what Lin Ziyun said, and laughed loudly.

"I've seen Mr., the next two don't intend to disturb Mr.'s purity, bother Your Excellency to show the way, thank you for your late life. Lin Ziyun bowed to the man.

"Wait, I'm not such a nice person to deal with, and you don't have to be so polite. In this way, you two little babies will drink three cups of tea with the old man, and you will pass this level. The old man has forgotten how long it has been since he has spoken to someone, and he is really lonely. The scribe sighed faintly.

"Sir, don't you know the old man who plays the piano?" Lin Ziyun asked.

The middle-aged scribe, hearing this, flashed a faint darkness in his eyes. He put the book in his hand on the stone table, looked at Lin Ziyun and laughed: "He and I are both lonely ghosts and wild ghosts in this mountain, what do ghosts and ghosts have to say." ”

Seeing him smiling, Shi Su Lian inadvertently got closer to Lin Ziyun.

Lin Ziyun frowned, this person kept saying that he was a lonely ghost, this statement is true and false, but if he doesn't do it for a while at this moment, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out. He also stopped talking, and bent down to sit opposite the middle-aged scribe, staring at an ice kiln porcelain cup. There was no more tea in the cup, no less, just a full cup, and if he picked it up, he was afraid that the tea would overflow. He didn't know if the so-called tea drinking was a test that the tea could not overflow, and he would not act rashly for a while.

"This tea is a soul-condensing tea brewed with Tianshan dew, if you drink a cup, it can increase the life of Jiazi. The scribe spoke.

"Such a good tea, it's a pity not to drink it, thank you Mr. for the tea. Lin Ziyun gave him a salute with his hand.

The scribe on the other side didn't know what means he used, he flicked his sleeves, took the teacup in his hand, and drank it all. At this moment, the scribe was looking at Lin Ziyun with a smile on his face.

Lin Ziyun saw him like this, and his heart was even more affirmed. There must be something strange about this tea, I'm afraid that I may not be able to raise it even if I raise a glass. He suddenly had an extremely bold idea, this person kept saying that he was a ghost, and said that this tea condensing soul can increase longevity, but he is afraid that it is related to the soul.

Whether it is the prohibition or the cultivation of the formation, it relies on soul power, and Lin Ziyun can actually be said to be an expert in this regard. But he didn't want to be seen by the middle-aged scribe, so he attached his spiritual power to the Nine Yin Sword, reversed his wrist, and lifted the teacup on the body of the sword.

All this seems to be unnecessary, but the Nine Yin Sword has been refined by Lin Ziyun's heart, and it is more convenient to attach soul power to it. Lin Ziyun drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp, and the middle-aged scribe was actually shocked in his heart, but he smiled on his face. The green mountains are long, and the blue water is rippling. The paradise of birds and flowers, hidden in the depths of red flowers and willows. The plantain hides the summer rain, and the green bamboo hides the spring breeze.

A thatched pavilion, a cup of fragrant tea, and three people sit cross-legged.

"There aren't many people who can drink this cup of tea. I'm really reluctant to let you go, so it's okay to talk to me. Although it was spring and summer, the words spoken by the middle-aged scribe made Lin Ziyun feel creepy.

"Mr. doesn't have to be like this, this world is prosperous, in the end it is just a flower blooming, Mr. here, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan, the hermit style is enviable. I don't hide it from each other, I'm here to save people, I'm afraid I can't stay here to disturb my predecessors, and I hope you'll forgive me. Lin Ziyun had no choice but to make a false accusation.

"That's it, I'm just a lonely soul in the mountains, what kind of senior sir. You have a good future life, let me tell you, in this Qi Mountain, there are many dangers, remember not to covet the magic weapon creation, otherwise your life will not be guaranteed. The middle-aged scribe said quietly.

Lin Ziyun was shocked when he heard this, and said in his heart that this person must know the mystery of Qishan. He arched his hand and asked, "Dare to ask your seniors for advice, there are so many prohibitions and formations here, is it a secret treasure to be guarded." ”

"If you already know it, why do you do it when you know that you can't do it? Your cultivation is too low, and you can't fight for this creation. The middle-aged scribe sighed.

Lin Ziyun wanted to continue asking, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged man raised the teacup in his hand and said to Lin Ziyun, "Come, drink tea." ”

Lin Ziyun was absent-minded at the moment, his mind was a mess, how could he have the heart to drink tea. He touched the teacup with his hand, but found that it was only a bowl of water, and his face couldn't help but be full of doubts.

"The way is not the way, the way is very good. It's famous, it's not famous...... You see this landscape is a landscape, it is a landscape, you see it is not a landscape, it is not a ......," the middle-aged scribe's voice came faintly.

In an instant, the scenery of this place changed, and where could you still see a mountain villa among the green mountains and green waters. In front of him was a mass grave, and Lin Ziyun was sitting cross-legged in front of a tombstone at the moment. The two of them were filled with water in the two cups of Haikou bowls, the wind was blowing around, and the moonlight was particularly bleak. Shi Su was scared in her heart, and quickly stood up and hid behind Lin Ziyun.

Lin Ziyun stared at the inscription in front of him, although there were traces of time, but the words on it could be vaguely seen. He read it carefully, and only felt a cold sweat break out on his body.

In this world, is there really reincarnation, is there really a ghost, and if not, what is what I just saw with my own eyes?

Maybe it's a wisp of obsession left by an old god, but the scribe keeps saying that he is a ghost......

The inscription had on it a man's own statement, yes, a self-statement. It was not written by someone else, but by the bones in the grave themselves. It is recorded that he was a national teacher of the Han Dynasty, because he read ancient books and studied the classics, and found that there was a magic weapon in Qishan. This treasure is infinitely powerful, and it is claimed to be able to command the world and the immortals to be subdued. At that time, the Han Dynasty was in decline, the wind and rain were shaking, and the national teacher who was ordered to go into the depths of Qishan Mountain at the time of danger decided to venture into the depths of Qishan to find strange treasures, and only in this way could he save the country from the time of crisis.

There are also many trivial stories recorded on it, such as the great division leading the army into the Qishan Mountains and encountering a five-meter-tall tiger, as well as a huge catfish in a strange valley. Hundreds of soldiers have died in these two battles, and everyone has already given birth to the intention of retreating at this time, but the great master is not only cultivated to a high level, but also has accumulated prestige for a long time, so everyone is struggling to go on.

It is written later that everyone finally saw hope. After coming to a canyon and subduing a mountain-guarding spirit beast, he saw a town stele at the bottom of the mountain, which stated that a peerless treasure was suppressed here. When the crowd was in ecstasy, the spirit beast that guarded the mountain actually spat out words and advised them to leave. But victory is just around the corner, how can a great master give up his lifelong pursuit. At this moment, the morale doesn't even need him to be encouraged, everyone is united, and they are bound to get the magic weapon and revitalize the Han. After killing the spirit beast guarding the mountain, everyone entered the treasure mountain.

Later, this great teacher left only one line of words.

Lin Ziyun seemed to see blood dripping from this line of words. It is written: A thousand elite soldiers, all of them have fallen. This person finally fell into the book, and the criminal minister Zhao Taixu.

As if seeing Zhao Taixu's brilliant life, Lin Ziyun couldn't help but mourn. A generation of heroes, once a heavenly master, a hero ended, buried in this barren mountain, but a speck of dust and a grass in the vast world.

The end of the world is fragrant with fragrant grass, and the ancient trees in the deep mountains are towering. The ancient trees resemble the huge bronze pillars of the Shang Dynasty, with old roots like dragons, and their leaves cover the sky and the sun. Sure enough, as recorded in Zhao Taixu's inscription, Lin Ziyun and Shi Su Lian saw a magical Grand Canyon. A steep mountain peak rises to the top of the clouds like a pagoda into the sky, and Lin Ziyun suddenly seems to have seen Mount Everest on the earth and the snow-capped mountains in the north.

Shi Su Lian stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the huge mountain peak, and her beautiful eyes were full of surprise. This peak, outside Qishan, is not visible at all. It is so high, there is only one possibility, this is really a treasure mountain, a fairy mountain.

Walking down the hill, there was no danger. But Lin Ziyun and Shi Su Lian have both tried this place, and they are shrouded by an invisible field, just like in a gravel forest, unable to fly.

Located in the depths of Qishan Mountain, there are thousands of waterfalls rolling down from the peak, as if this mountain comes from the sky, and the water of the nine heavens flows endlessly.

A quaint human-high stone monument, like a long sword stuck in the ground.

There was no handwriting on it, Lin Ziyun wondered if it was the army led by Zhao Taixu who destroyed the handwriting on the stele?

As he touched the stele with his hand, a message suddenly appeared in his head. Seeing his strange appearance, Shi Su Lian also touched the stele with both hands. Both of them felt that message, this place, as recorded by Zhao Taixu, contained a peerless opportunity, but it also contained great danger.

No wonder, the Great Heavenly Master of the Han Dynasty, led by all the elite soldiers, died here. Lin Ziyun couldn't help but sympathize with these heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country, maybe Zhao Taixu didn't write about the dangers on the mountain, and he also knew that people who came here to hunt for treasures would never give up because of the checkpoint on the top of the mountain.

The message suggests that there is a great opportunity in this place. Only those who reach the top of the mountain can obtain it. And there is a clear reminder that low-level monks and mortals will definitely die if they enter this mountain. This mountain contains countless formations and prohibitions, and there is a danger zone of sky blue. And as long as you get that secret treasure in the mountain, you can command the whole world.

Sure enough, there is both opportunity and danger! There is nothing to hesitate, since he knows that there is a peerless immortal fate here, Lin Ziyun still wants to give it a go. Even if it wasn't for the rescue of Shi Su's senior sister, Lin Ziyun didn't live a life of step-by-step, he needed strong strength to find Zijuan, save Shantai, and only with strong strength could he return to the earth.

"Big brother, big brother...... I sensed Senior Sister Qianhua, she is here. Shi Su Huang suddenly shouted.

Some powerful sects will assign identity cards to their disciples, and disciples of the same sect, injecting identity cards with spiritual power can sense the disciples of the same sect who are also wearing identity cards.