The task is simple.

We have now left Lianyun Peak and flown to a very special place. A jet-black mountain, wrapped in a dense black mist miasma, stood on a dead plain.

"Senior brother, is this Dongbo Mountain City?" Xie Baoqin stood beside him, surprised.

She stood a palm away from me, slightly behind. And Liu Xiaoqin and Pan Haoying, the two junior sisters, stood behind her, very peaceful. Hu Yunniang stood behind me, looking at the black mountains in front of me, her eyes flashing with memories of the past.

Four people, the standing position is interesting.

"That's right, it's Dongbo Mountain City, the Dongbo Mountain City where Uncle Luo Dongbo fell twenty-five years ago. ”

My fingers subconsciously touched the scabbard on my waist, this Uncle Luo is a person with a very good story.

Luo Dongbo is a strange person among the second generation of disciples of Lian Yunfeng. He was from a very low background, a serf in a landlord's family, and only had a mother, but he did not know his father. He has no spiritual roots, and only has excellent great strength since he was a child, so when he was eighteen years old, he was sold by the landlord to the city lord of the mountain city for ten taels of silver, and became a fighter who fought with wild beasts. Then he fought for ten years, hundreds of gladiatorial battles of all sizes, won more and lost less, and slowly exercised his martial arts in blood.

It was the dark period when the ancestor Xie Daoqing had not yet established Lianyun Peak, and it was still a bloody and brutal era when hundreds of large and small forces were fighting each other in this land. More than a dozen small kingdoms founded by the Sanxiu family attacked each other, fighting from hundreds of years ago to the end. The remaining mountain towns ruled by samurai families have seized various places, and today they have taken refuge in this kingdom and tomorrow in that kingdom, without discipline and without the consciousness of a ruler. Those samurai violently oppressed the serfs, the small landowners, the small merchants, the lumberjacks, the blacksmiths, plundering everything that could be plundered, and possessing everything that could be possessed. Kill people at will, provoke battles at will, and then die recklessly in battle, like a wild boar.

In the past, Luo Dongbo was also such a wild boar, and because of the perennial bloody killing, he became a very strong and wild wild boar. So fifty-four years ago, Luo Dongbo, who had just been promoted from the gladiatorial cage, launched a riot. Uniting the low-level samurai who had long been dissatisfied with the former city lord's family, he released those gladiators who worshipped him to the end, bewitched those serfs, and flooded the castle where the former city lord lived with human lives and blood, cut down all those nobles, and tortured those noble women and noblewomen to death.

Then came the more bloody and tyrannical reign. He waged a war of expansion, wiped out four or five surrounding mountain towns, and robbed those samurai families of the secret books of martial arts. He continued to grow and rise through the ranks in battle, until he became a martial madman in the surrounding Cultivation Spiritual Mountains.

Then, in the year when Ancestor Xie Daoqing led his clan to open up Lianyun Peak, it was also the year when Ancestor Xie Daoqing destroyed various scattered cultivation kingdoms, killed various mountain city lords, and exterminated mountain bandits and thieves in various places, he suddenly broke through the barrier between the samurai and the monks. Penetrating all the points of the body, agitating all the meridians, smashing open a hidden door, turning from acquired to innate, converting the true qi accumulated by cultivating martial arts into the true yuan mana of the monk, and suddenly there was a spiritual root, and it was also a fire spiritual root of not low grade.

Therefore, that year, when the twenty-four peaks gathered in Lianyun, burned this wasteland into wasteland, and cut down all the weeds and shrubs, he was the only former mountain city lord who was allowed to stay, and was accepted by his ancestor Xie Daoqing, becoming the fifth-ranked disciple. To truly become a cultivator with belonging, organization, backing, exercises, and resources, but the most important thing is to have a master.

Then, it was he who transformed himself and led the army of warriors to attack all those forces that were not favored by the ancestor Xie Daoqing even more violently and bloody. No matter who it was, no matter where it was, no matter how fierce the battle was, no matter how many people his army killed, no matter whether those men lived or died, even if the whole army entered an ambush, collapsed and fled, he still held a banner and killed at the front.

At that time, he conquered countless cities, grabbed countless treasures, and paid tribute to his ancestors.

He is the lord of the largest vassal state under Lian Yunfeng, the Dongbo Kingdom, which was canonized by his ancestor himself. He married an ordinary member of the Xie family who did not have a spiritual root, and soon had several children. His cultivation was promoted quickly, and he participated in many joint actions of several surrounding peaks, and made a lot of merits and prestige, and finally borrowed a Zhuji Dan to build a successful foundation, and was respected as the "Fire God General". He chose the mountain in front of him, bulldozed the mountain town left by the previous kingdom, and built a larger, more majestic and stronger mountain city.

But twenty-five years ago, in Dongbo Mountain City, where he was located, the entire mountain range was covered by a black mist miasma in front of him overnight, and all the people living in the mountain city died.

Seventy-three thousand five hundred and forty-four in all.

In the twenty-five years since then, Lian Yunfeng has organized many exploration missions, and the ancestor Xie Daoqing entered the black fog to investigate as soon as possible, and the ancestors of other peaks have also come to investigate, but they have not left too many conclusions.

In other words, there are not too many probing conclusions open to us Qi cultivators.

So, there is the mission this time.

"Twenty-four peaks, along the circle of Dongbo Ridge, divided into twenty-four areas, in-depth exploration, collect all the information on the way, find out the secret of the black mist miasma, and find out the reason for the fall of Dongbo Mountain City. ”

It's as simple as that.

For me, of course, it's very simple.

Because of the above materials, many of them are only kept in the private library of the ancestor Xie Daoqing and the collection of those uncles who built the foundation. In the outer door library, there is nothing except an official biography such as "The Fire God Will Luo Dongbo's Expedition to the Hundred Kingdoms".

So I quietly took the task scroll from Bai Yunying's real person, and then walked to the current platform with Lian Yunfeng and the others.

Thirty-five Qi cultivation stage disciples, each with more or less samurai, retinue, and maids, can add up to more than five hundred. It is mighty, and it also occupies this not small platform.

According to the ranking, according to the official position, according to the grade, according to the family owner's belonging, according to the family name, there is no need for me to speak and arrange, they have already lined up the array in an orderly manner, and sat down on their knees.

"Senior Brother Chen, you have read the most books, please come on stage to talk about it for us. "At this time, even Ni Wenzhe, the fifth junior brother who has the most trouble with me, has to bow his head to me.

That's the power of knowledge.

It's a pity that my master Xie Kang and Aunt Xie Zhen, as the guardians of this trip, are sitting next to them, and even if I know more, I can't just say it. Otherwise, the other twenty-three peaks, how could they let me?

So I only picked out some basic things that I could say and gave an explanation to these junior brothers and sisters.

He took out a blank piece of paper and hung it vertically in the air as a whiteboard. Finger picks up a drop of ink and controls it to roll on the paper. Soon, I was able to draw a topographic map of the vicinity of Dongbo Mountain. While painting, while talking, from all aspects of Dongbo Mountain, such as the "Sanyang Festival Dongbo Mountain Travels" written 27 years ago, such as the "Dongbo Kingdom Lingtian Fish Scale Book" written 35 years ago, such as my master Xie Kang wrote 44 years ago "Dongbo Mountain Demon Extermination", such as the history book of the small kingdom of Sanxiu that once ruled a large part of the territory around this mountain.

Then I took another blank piece of paper. A large blank sheet of paper. Some colored paints, more than a dozen large and small brushes.

"Dongbo Seventy Miles of Shengjing Rivers and Mountains"!

"Senior brother, you're really not human!"

Hehe, thanks for the compliment.

What came out of the paper was Dongbo Mountain in the golden autumn, the sea of golden trees, the emerald green bamboo sea, the blue long lake, the red mountain city, the harvested fields, the marching steel-armored cavalry, and the majestic man standing on a roadside boulder in the nearest place. The spear is like fire, the soldiers are like dragons, the men are proud, and they will hunt in the golden autumn.

It was a painting that Luo Dongbo asked Aunt Xie Zhen to make for her when she went on her last expedition before the incident 25 years ago.