The mountain wind roared, the clouds and mist rolled, and a path was hidden in the clouds and mist, and the abyss on both sides did not know how many tens of millions of zhang there were. In the mist at the end of the trail, a small pavilion looms.

The small pavilion stands in the air, hanging alone above the abyss.

The faint-hearted will be scattered when they look at it. However, at this moment, there are three people drinking and having fun here.

Three people, namely, monks, Taoist priests, and Confucian scholars.

They sat around a stone table. But there were three jugs of wine and three cups.

Thick fog rolls and frolicks. The three of them disappeared from time to time.

The monk has a bitter gourd face, a bald head and a short beard, and his clothes are tattered, and the oil mud on his face is thicker than copper coins. If it weren't for the silver glittering dust stuck in the back of his neck, it would be a flower child!

The dust was originally a Taoist weapon, but it was used by this monk. It seems a bit nondescript.

The monk made a bitter face, chanted Amitabha, and picked up the wine glass in front of him.

The glass seemed to be made of frost, crystal clear, sizzling with a chill.

The wine glass is already terrifying, and the wine in the glass is even more jaw-dropping!

The wine in the cup turned out to be boiling blood, churning like magma.

The monk looked at the wine in the glass, sighed, and took a sip.

In an instant, a bright red flower rose on the monk's left and right cheeks.

The monk was like a beautiful young woman who had just returned from Jiaohuan**, stroking her belly and gasping for satisfaction.

With a "whoop", the Taoist priest who was holding the monk let out a mockery.

The Taoist priest has white skin and a long beard. Carrying a long sword, antique, apricot yellow sword spikes fluttering in the wind. If it weren't for the crumpled robes and unwashed for thousands of years, they would definitely be dusty.

The Taoist priest's laughter angered the monk. It's as if you've just stolen dog meat and been caught.

A pair of small eyes surrounded by black and yellow eye feces stared, and they were shining. The dust in the back of his neck jumped up, dancing without wind, like ten thousand silver needles, shooting at the face of the Taoist priest.

The long sword behind the Taoist priest shot out with a choked sound, resisting the ten thousand silver needles and fighting in the air.

The Taoist priest picked up the wine glass in front of him. The wine cup of a Taoist priest is different from that of a monk.

It is a golden lotus. The wine inside is even more unheard of.

It's actually a black and white yin and yang fish. It is clear and vast.

The Taoist priest sucked a long sip like a long whale sucking water, as if swallowing a river. But there is no shortage of wine in the glass.

On the forehead of the Taoist priest, who was as white as jade, two fish of yin and yang suddenly appeared, and you chased after me, spinning rapidly.

The dust and swords in the air, the battle became more and more intense.

"Hehe......" Confucius laughed. Confucian face is like beautiful jade, dressed in white robes and red pants. It seems to be in his twenties, and it seems to be in his two hundreds. It gives people an indescribable mystery and mystery.

The Confucian held a black skeleton filled with milky wine, as if white clouds were floating on the Black Sea.

Confucius took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Two old ghosts, they can't meet, and they will fight when they meet." Didn't you make an appointment a hundred years ago, but today you are betting on winning or losing in chess. Are you playing chess or fighting?"

"Fights are also fought, and chess is also played. Can it be done, the thief is bald?" the Taoist priest asked with a grin.

"Come on, I'm afraid you'll not make a bull's nose?" the monk smiled, his fingers flicked, and a stone fell on the stone table.

There was no chessboard on the stone table, but the monks and Taoist priests had a chessboard in their chests. The Taoist priest pointed a finger, and a pine nut was implemented.

The dust in the air and the sword fought fiercely, and the chess pieces on the stone table fell one after another. Confucian students' eyes lit up and they were immersed in the chess game.

For a while, in the eyes of the three of them, there was only chess and nothing else.

At this time, the crown on the huge welcome pine by the pavilion moved slightly, revealing a pair of tiger eyes, peeping at the three people.

This person has a dirty face like a beggar, but it can still be seen that he is Ling Yun who has fled for his life.

On that day, Ling Yun resolutely rushed into the thick fog. I want to die, and then I want to live.

He rushed into the mist, and before he could stop, he made a noise, his feet were empty, and he fell into the abyss.

Lingyun sighed.

With a thud, Lingyun fell into the mountain stream, fell into the water, and fainted.

Cold, icy and biting. When Lingyun woke up from the cold, he found that he had been washed up on the bank of a river. And it was washed out of an underground river.

Ling Yun didn't know how long he had been drifting in the mountain streams and underground rivers, anyway, the blood shackles on his body had been washed away.

Ling Yun gasped hard, adjusted his breath, climbed ashore, walked to a dense yellow grass, faced the sky on his back, lay on the ground, and laughed.

If you don't die like this, what other circumstances can you let yourself die? Since God doesn't let you die, then you have to live, you have to live well, you have to live with a smile, and you have to laugh to the end.

The gloom and pain in Ling Yun's heart were deeply buried by him.

Ling Yun bothered his spirits, got up and went to dig up some unknown plant tubers to fill his stomach.

Ling Yun was too tired. In the past few days, so many things have happened that he has been physically and mentally exhausted. I fell asleep involuntarily.

Ling Yun didn't know how long he had been asleep and was woken up by a bear roar.

Ling Yun opened his eyes, and a big bear appeared in his eyes.

The smell of fishy cheeks came to his face, which made him thrilled.

This bear is not the usual black, nor gray, nor brown, but golden.

This bear, standing up, is more than a foot tall, and the hair on its whole body exudes a dazzling golden light.

He emerged from the bank of the river and occupied Ling Yun's retreat.

The golden bear flashed its golden eyes, and its saliva flowed down like a waterfall.

It looked at Ling Yun as it approached him.

Ling Yun was so frightened that he turned over and jumped up, but he didn't dare to run away. Just stared at the bear's eyeballs and slowly backed away.

The Golden Bear was not in a hurry to attack, but was slowly pressing forward.

Although Ling Yun was backwards, his legs and feet were still extremely light.

It was as if the heels had eyes on them, and they slowly and quickly stepped back.

When Ling Yun was born, he was just in time for his parents to be chased and killed by the enemy, and the mother and son were injured at the same time.

Although she gave birth to him in the end, her mother and him were both hurt by Yan zhòng.

His dantian was damaged and he was unable to cultivate. The mother lost most of her skills, and she almost became a waste.

His grandfather was furious and sent for his mother to be taken away, and he was never heard from again.

Ling Yun's father, Ling Xiaotian, and his grandfather, Ling Chen, both felt ashamed of their mother and son.

His father, in particular, poured all his love into him.

His father, like his grandfather, visited the masters and taught him all kinds of life-saving skills.

Among them, there is a master who taught Ling Yun a set of life-saving methods, and the gods are popular.

This set of exercises is not only walking like the wind, but also elusive.

It is said that when you cultivate to a high depth, you can only feel that it is popular, but you can't see people.

Ling Yun has been practicing this skill for almost ten years, although he has not yet reached the point of transcendent sainthood, but he is also running like the wind, waiting for idle people, and he does not want to catch him. Otherwise, he would not have escaped the pursuit of the murderer.

But at this moment, facing this golden bear, Ling Yun had a chill that he couldn't escape. You can only retreat cautiously and slowly.

Suddenly, as if he realized something, the golden bear suddenly put away his playful state, bounced out, and pounced on Ling Yun. Ling Yun unfolded his body, drifting east and west, running backwards towards the high mountains and dense forests.

Although the golden bear is as fast as the wind, in the face of the erratic and ghostly Ling Yun, he can't succeed for a while, and roars again and again.

The quicker the golden bear chases, the louder the roar.

actually led out a tiger and a python, one left and one right, besieged.