Meng Chen only felt that his shoulders were clamped by iron tongs, and the feeling of pain filled his whole body, and his feet left the ground in an instant, and when he looked down, he was already a hundred feet high.

The only way to vent his fear at this moment was to scream, so his pig-like howl echoed in the valley.

In the sky above the river, the cold night wind was like an invisible blade, blowing on the cheeks, and the internal organs of the five organs were like a pair of big hands constantly stirring in it, Meng Chen foamed at the mouth, endured all kinds of discomfort from his body, and scolded when he broke his mouth.

"Black loach, you beast who kills a thousand knives, you will swallow Lao Tzu in one bite, or you should stop quickly, otherwise Lao Tzu will stew you ......... in the future. “

Mo Jiao's two long whiskers shrank obviously, obviously angry to the extreme, it thought that this person was cheap to the bone at the moment, even now, it still intentionally or unintentionally used the word black loach to stimulate it.

In order to make Meng Chen remember that it was not a black loach, Mo Jiao had an idea, and his body began to rise and fall in the air.

As it rose and fell, Meng Chen's body continued to twitch, and the white foam in his mouth was more and more spitting, and the cursing sound became weaker and weaker.

"Black, black, black loach, I'm grandma. Meng Chen's vision gradually blurred, and then his eyes turned black and unconscious.

River.

The boatman standing on the lonely boat, that is, the Tianli Daoist, looked up at this scene under the starry sky, a smile appeared on his face, and he sent a message to Mo Jiao: "Old man, it's almost enough, otherwise if this person dies, don't blame the old man, make you into a dragon meat for drinking." “

Mo Jiao glanced at the master on the lonely boat with resentment, then stopped undulating, grabbed Meng Chen's shoulders, and flew towards the highest peak in the lower reaches of the river.

In the early morning of the second day, the fiery early sun slowly rose from the surface of the river, and the dense fog that swirled around the river also disappeared between heaven and earth with the rise of the early sun.

Fishermen living in the lower reaches of the river, as usual, came to the riverside early, stepped on their own fishing boats, and began their day-to-day fishing life.

Although these fishermen have lived here for decades, no one knows where there is a cave with a size of 100 square meters at the top of the "Chaotian Peak", which is almost the highest mountain on both sides of the river, and they do not know that in that cave at this moment, a handsome young man with clothes covered in mud and long hair is lying in the cave.

When Meng Chen woke up, it was already around noon, and he didn't scream after he woke up, where am I? Where is this? I'm still alive? Such a mentally retarded move, he can't do it.

The sunlight shone obliquely from the entrance of the cave, and although there was still a cold autumn wind pouring in, Meng Chen also felt that his body was extremely warm.

He slowly narrowed his eyes into a thin slit, and after scanning back and forth in the cave a few times, after making sure that there was no ink Jiao's figure, he leaned against the wall and slowly got up.

Meng Chen shook his head slightly, he was tossed by Mo Jiao in the air for too long last night, and he still felt like he was vomiting at this moment.

I looked back at the cave and saw the size of the cave.

At the innermost end of the cave, there was a stone table one meter long, on which seemed to hold a book, and on that book, there was also a fist-sized black pouch.

Meng Chen didn't even have any interest in going forward to check on these things, he just wanted to return to Jiangling City safely at the moment, and use the extra money to open a small shop, even if he went to Chang'an City from now on, he would not have the idea of taking a boat.

Walking gently to the door of the cave, Meng Chen sighed in his heart and began to scold Mo Jiaoniang.

"This black loach that killed a thousand knives, shouldn't it get me to Chaotian Peak?" Meng Chen's legs were weak, and he could still see white clouds swimming below, and he hurriedly took a dozen steps back.

Although it is the first time to take a boat by water, the highest Chaotian peak in the lower reaches of the river, I believe that the people who grew up in Datang should not feel unfamiliar, including Meng Chen.

Meng Chen was distraught, walking back and forth in the cave, his mind full of big question marks.

This beast didn't swallow me at this time, and caught me here, intending to use me as dry food for the winter?

Where did this beast go?

There isn't even a stick here, so how can I protect myself if the black loaches come back suddenly?

There are no answers to these questions.

When fear becomes unknown, that is the real fear, this fear will make people forget everything, even if his stomach is rumbling now, Meng Chen doesn't want to pay attention to it.

As an hour passed, Meng Chen had become irritable, and he had run to the entrance of the cave several times to look, but he did not see Mo Jiao.

He really wanted Mo Jiao to appear immediately at this moment, to swallow it or to let it go, and give it a good time, otherwise he was really afraid that he would go completely crazy if he waited like this.

"Calm, calm. Meng Chen kicked on the ground, holding his head with both hands, but those inexplicable thoughts still rushed like a flood, making him feel short of breath and fidgeting.

"That's right, read the book. Meng Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked back at the unknown book on the stone table.

Holding it in his hand, Meng Chen realized that this thing was not an ordinary book, but a parchment book made of seven parchment scrolls strung together, which looked good and old.

It's just that when Meng Chen saw the big words on the cover of "Practitioner's Formula", he was not interested at all, it was really this kind of Xianxia novel on the bad street, and it was sold everywhere in Datang stalls, and it was sold for two pennies a copy.

Speaking of this Xianxia novel, we must talk about a strange story that moved the Tang Dynasty.

It is said that a few years ago, a literati in his thirties moved to Dongjia Lane in Chang'an City.

At first, the arrival of this person did not attract attention, I remember that this person was popular all over the Tang Dynasty, it was the second year he moved here, and it was also the year when he disappeared without a trace.

On that day, this person came to Chang'an Bookstore with a book of millions of words in his hand and asked the shopkeeper to help print the book.

As the shopkeeper of Chang'an Bookstore, he is naturally also a literati who loves literature, so he left this book in the store and read it carefully for half a month.

Who would have thought that one day half a month later, the shopkeeper ran to the printing shop, without saying a word, and personally supervised the printing, which led to the first Xianxia novel that swept the Tang Dynasty, "Scum Immortal".

The content of cultivating immortals in it can be said that the people of the Tang Dynasty have never seen it before, and they have never heard of it, so they are naturally full of praise for it.

Many remote people who are far away from Chang'an will go to Chang'an to buy a masterpiece called "Scum Immortal".

Of course, someone created this kind of literary books, and naturally there were many literati who followed the trend and began to write novels about cultivating immortals, which led to the current Datang stalls, where there are vendors selling novels everywhere.

This "scum immortal" is so famous, Meng Chen naturally can't escape being a fan of it, that was the first time he went to the Chang'an imperial examination, and after he failed, he was in a bad mood, so he wandered around and inadvertently bought this Xianxia novel in front of a hawker stall.

When he finished reading it, it can be said that the case was amazing, and it was at that time that a dream of cultivating immortals sprouted in his heart.

But he is a reader and knows that the novels are all deceptive, so he can only bury this dream deep in his heart.

In the next few years, every time Meng Chen went to Chang'an City, he would buy a few novels about cultivating immortals, but these novels were all routines.

Either the protagonist will die from his father and mother at the beginning, swearing that he will kill the sky and the earth.

Meng Chen was a little depressed, a teenage child, how could he have such courage to argue with heaven and earth?

There is also a more exaggerated one, the protagonist is chased and killed, jumps off a cliff, and can pick up what beads and rings are recorded in the Book of Mountains and Seas, and from then on, all the way to the peak of life.

Meng Chen has read too many novels on this theme, which is boring, which leads him to indirectly think that after the "scum immortal", there is no cultivation of immortals.