The mountain is divided into three peaks, Qingtian Peak, Lei Gong Peak, Yubi Peak, Qingtian Peak is the general altar of the Demon Sect, Lei Gongfeng is the lair of the deputy sect leader Meng Wuchou, and the westernmost Yubi Peak is steep and steep, like a huge pen hanging upside down, written to Qingtian, Yubi Peak is too steep and the mountain is almost flat, except for the local Miao medicine pickers who are willing to risk their lives to beg for a living here, few people stay again, let alone station people. In addition, the only descendant of the Miao tribe at the foot of the mountain also left for unknown reasons more than forty years ago, and then there was a great plague, and even birds and animals were unwilling to entrench in the vicinity, let alone people.

The so-called Wangshan ran a dead horse, and after seeing the tall and thin Yubi Peak from a distance, there were actually about two days away. Fortunately, although the mountain is sparsely populated, the scenery is picturesque all the way, Xiao Xiao ancient trees want to reach the sky, the secluded stream is deep and the valley is secluded, the cliff is high and the inscription stone is carved, the eagle roars and the ape vibrates the forest mountain, and a group of people come slowly, and it is not boring.

Liu Ji asked Li Jinglan to come over, pointed to a short distance and said: "Xiaojing, see that we are not a little further up is Yantai Ridge, after Yantai Ridge, it is not far from that Jedi, if it is fast, it will be there at noon the day after tomorrow, and if it is slow, it will be the morning after tomorrow!"

Li Jinglan thought for a while and said, "I have to trouble you to draw a general direction, I'll go talk to Miss Yuan!"

Near dusk, the old man chose a loess slope as a campsite, there are many snakes and insects in Shu, the drier the place is relatively safer, the main ingredient realgar is sprinkled around, the back basket on the horse's back is unloaded, and the pot is buried to make rice.

After eating, it was getting late, and the brothers in the caravan were all good at falling asleep, and the camp became silent. Liu Ji was old, so he called the drawn road map to Li Jinglan, and instructed him a few more words, so he lay down first. In addition to the surrounding vigil patrols, only Li Jinglan and Yuan Xiaofei were left a few feet apart by the fire.

Li Jinglan picked up the wine gourd and walked to Yuan Xiaofei's side.

"Miss Yuan, it's almost here, one is that no matter whether it is successful or not, I don't know much about the dangers in this trip, and the other is that you can't help much, there is no need to wade into this troubled water. ”

Yuan Xiaofei stood up suddenly, and was about to say something, when Li Jinglan stretched out his hand and motioned for her to finish listening to herself.

"Miss Yuan, I understand what Brother Tao means, but it's really not good. Didn't mean to look down on you. It's pointless. Wait for me here for seven days, I'll come back within seven days, let's go back to Sichuanzhou, if you don't come back, then it's not a problem that can be solved at this level in Shuzhong, so Brother Tao won't blame you, don't worry. ”

"Young Master Jing......" Yuan Xiaofei said hurriedly.

Li Jinglan interrupted her again.

"Miss Yuan, it's a matter of life when you say that, and when I come back, I'll almost have this qualification, so let's call me Xiaojing!"

Yuan Xiaofei really didn't know what to say this time.

Li Jinglan handed the wine gourd in his hand to Yuan Xiaofei: "The old man can go back, if he can, the boss of the Liu family will ask Brother Tao to do him a favor, just take a road, as for the future, don't make a big leak." Also, don't lack the old man's wine. ”

Yuan Xiaofei seemed to understand why Li Jinglan suddenly changed his mind, reached out to take the wine gourd, and stared at him with straight eyes: "Jing Duwei, in fact, the lives of our people have long been gone." ”

Li Jinglan paused for a moment, then smiled brightly, his eyes were like stars, he stood up like an adult, and gently patted the fingers of his left hand on Yuan Xiaofei's shoulder: "Miss Yuan, as long as this breath is there, people are alive, we don't have to deceive ourselves, don't think too low of ourselves, in fact, they are all about the same, live well, better than anything else!" turned around and walked towards the resting spot not far away.

didn't take a few steps, turned around and smiled: "Miss Yuan, there is a lot of humidity in Shu, if you feel that the night is cold and unbearable, Xiaojing has a good leopard skin warm mattress here, don't be polite, don't freeze my sister for a long night." ”

Yuan Xiaofei, who was originally looking at Li Jinglan's back in a daze, was first caught off guard by this cold looking back smile, and then her cheeks turned crimson by the young man's words.

Li Jinglan blinked, looked at Yuan Xiaofei's eyebrows fluttering, "hehe", and turned away. Yuan Xiaofei took half a day to gather her mind, and she was delicate, so she understood the young man's intentions, and smiled, the old rivers and lakes that have been crisscrossing the evil mountains and dangerous beaches in Shu for many years have been taught a lesson by a hairy boy.

Words have two sides, they can kill and they can also save people.

Liu Ji got up early in the morning, and walked around the camp habitually, not seeing the small scene of practicing boxing and swords every day, after breakfast, Yuan Xiaofei carried a full gourd of wine and handed it to the old man.

"Gone?" asked the old man.

"I left at the third watch. Yuan Xiaofei's eyes were a little gloomy.

The old man took the wine gourd, looked at Yuan Xiaofei's face, and said: "Yuan shopkeeper, it's not that the old man relies on the old and sells the old, you don't have to worry too much, Xiaojing don't look young, but he is by no means a reckless person when he talks, the old man has lived for a long time and knows a little bit about the art of watching people, that kid is by no means an early death." ”

Yuan Xiaofei looked at the misty mountains in the morning: "Old man, what kind of person do you say he is?"

"Xiaojing, this kid is really hard to say, sometimes like a child, sometimes calm and terrible, sometimes twilight, sometimes the old man thinks that he seems to be about the same age as me, I don't know how he can have such strange thoughts in a trance...... No, I'm afraid this kid is ......."

"What's the matter?" Yuan Xiaofei suddenly became nervous.

"Shopkeeper Yuan, the old man vaguely feels that this child has experienced great life and death, and it is likely that he has experienced more than once!"

"Huh?" Yuan Xiaofei couldn't help but exclaim.

Leaving the camp of the horse gang, Li Jinglan did not go all out to develop his body, one was to save his physical strength, and the other he also needed to slowly adapt to the environment of Shudi, but the speed of the march was more than several times that of the large army, and at noon, he had reached the foot of Yantai Peak, and crossed this low peak, which was Yubi Peak. Li Jinglan found a mountain stream, ate some dry food on the sweet stream, took out the master's letterhead from his arms, and carefully read it again to make sure that there was nothing missing. He took out two more talismans and looked at them carefully, divided them into two parts, pinched them between his fingers, made a few gestures in the air, carefully stacked them, and carried them in his arms. After packing up, he walked towards Yantai Peak.

More than half an hour later, Li Jinglan has stood on the peak of the Yantai Peak, he is not in a hurry, first the close to the Yubi Peak around and the old man to draw the topographic map to make a comparison, a slight error with charcoal marking, and then squint his eyes to look at the north of the Optimus Peak, the Optimus Peak is like a thick and majestic giant pillar from afar, the lower circle is abundant, the peak is flat, but the northwest corner is like being cut by a knife and an axe, missing a corner of Qiqi, the legend is that it was cut off by the sword of Fan Mao Zhenren's earth fairy. The main altar of the Demon Sect is built on the top of the mountain, and it has always been easy to defend and difficult to attack.

After looking around, Li Jinglan sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and slowly exhaled.

At about Mo Shen, Li Jinglan woke up with a loud vibration, opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the vibration came from, which was the destination of his trip, at the foot of Yubi Peak.

The afternoon sun shone on a miasma, colorful, but I couldn't see what was going on inside, just a few faint long howls came from a few vibrations, and the miasma was full of buzz, like a sea of clouds churning. Li Jinglan frowned slightly, and did not rush down the mountain, found a big tree, flew up and jumped on a branch with dense leaves, sat on the branch and opened the leaves to stare at the bottom of the mountain.

After a while, a figure burst out of the miasma, at first it was still like electricity, and after running out of a hundred and ten zhang, it staggered a little and went straight to the direction where Li Jinglan was. Halfway up the mountain, his figure flashed and fell to the ground.

Li Jinglan did not move at all, his heart was divided into two purposes, while looking at the miasma array in the distance, while piggybacking on the person who had not made a sound for a long time, about two incense sticks, diffusing dozens of feet of miasma before slowly retracting, Li Jinglan jumped off the tree, spread his body and made a big arc, and came to the mountainside.

After more than a dozen zhang away, I saw a Taoist priest's clothes that had been torn and some clothes were ragged, and the bloody figure on his shoulders was blurred, lying between the blades of grass, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Li Jinglan folded a thick long branch, brushed the branches and leaves, slowly approached, and gently flicked the body with a stick, turning the body over, it turned out to be a young Taoist priest, with delicate facial features, a few black blood scabs between his nose and mouth, and his face was blue and black with his teeth clenched. So he squatted down and probed between his mouth and nose, but he was no longer breathing. Looking down, the young Taoist priest was still holding a peachwood sword tightly in his hand, Li Jinglan looked up at the miasma array in the distance that was already in the fading sunlight, and the color was gradually dimming, sighed secretly, and stood up.

Suddenly, he quickly squatted down again, tore a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, spread it on the young Taoist's left chest, and put his right hand on it, with a smile on his face. It turned out that the young Taoist priest was also from the authentic Taoist sect, presumably when he was like a mountain, he also took miasma medicine, I don't know if he fought with that monster, suffered some internal injuries, and was healing his wounds and poison with luck, Li Jinglan felt that his heartbeat was orderly and his breath was long, so it must be no big deal. I didn't dare to do anything superfluous, and I had something to ask, so I sat cross-legged next to the young Taoist priest and meditated with luck.