Cultivators generally like tantric cultivation and don't like to be disturbed or watched, so Meng Fei hurriedly explained.

"Hehe, don't bother. I know your master, I had nothing to do to go to Wudang Mountain to play at that time, your master is still young, and he is quite clever and a little Taoist. I didn't expect his apprentices to be so old, the years are flying, the years are flying! I don't know how your master 'Zhenyangzi' is doing now?"

When Meng Fei heard this, his master was close to a hundred years old, and when this person saw his master, his master was just a little Taoist boy in his eyes, so in this way, this person was at least a hundred years old. However, the cultivation of Taoist kung fu is extremely profound, and it can rejuvenate and rejuvenate itself.

Because of some origins, this person invited Meng Fei to sit in a secret cultivation cave near Death Valley to narrate.

It turns out that this humane name "Qingxiao" comes from the ancient Kunlun lineage, and it is said that the ancestor of his lineage is the ancient immortal "Yunzhongzi". Qingxiao had been friends with Meng Fei's master for many years. It's a pity that Meng Fei's master has sat down many years ago.

This "Qingxiao" Taoist is the person with the highest cultivation that Meng Fei has ever seen in his life, and he has reached the realm of "Yuan Baby", and his lifespan is more than 170 years old. Due to the special geographical advantages of Death Valley, it has been practicing in seclusion here for a long time.

Qingxiao has lived alone for a long time, and finally came to the afterlife of an old man, so he asked about the outside world, and instructed Meng Fei some questions about his cultivation, and finally gave Meng Fei a snow lotus that has been used for nearly a thousand years.

When Meng Fei said goodbye to Qingxiao when he left, and asked Qingxiao if he would continue to practice here for a long time, Qingxiao sighed and said, "We can only absorb some pure heaven and earth aura in this kind of inaccessible and ethereal place. In today's world, the aura dissipates, and practitioners suffer all their lives, and in the end, they can only end up drinking hatred. I don't know where else to go but here, and my old bones are waiting here to die. ”

Seeing Qingxiao so sad, Meng Fei didn't understand the meaning of his words at that time. So after a few words of comfort, he left Death Valley.

In the following years, Meng Fei stayed in prison and did not come out, and there was no way to know if this Qingxiao was still practicing in seclusion in Death Valley.

Because I have seen and heard too many unbelievable things, although Meng Fei is not too shocked when he talks about this old immortal Qingxiao. It's just a ripple effect that comes to mind a lot of questions:

1. The Taoist theory of cultivating immortals has been inherited for thousands of years, if there were really people in ancient times who became immortals and attained Taoism, why can't they do it now? Is it really because the aura in today's world has dissipated and the environment is harsh?

2. If there are really gods and ghosts, where is their world? Is it in multidimensional space or elsewhere in the universe?

3, there really exist in this world these sects that only appear in martial arts novels, what Wudang, Kunlun branches, and martial arts novels are slightly different from martial arts novels, martial arts novels are mainly martial arts, but in fact, these schools are based on practice.

4, "Yun Zhongzi" is one of the twelve golden immortals in the ancient mythological novel "Romance of the Gods", is there really a character from ancient mythological novels?

5. The characteristics of ancient Chinese novels generally have their historical background and factual basis, and they were passed down by word of mouth or through storytelling and stories in the streets and alleys for many years before the novel was formed. If there is indeed such a person in the "cloud neutron", then the history of Chinese Daomen will be traced back to the era of the ancestor of the universe.

6. Once the history of Taoism is traced back to that era, according to the complete system of ancient Chinese mythology, the entire religious history of the world will undergo earth-shaking changes, one of which is that Buddhism, which is known as the world's three major religions, is only a branch of Taoism.

7. To put it this way, I suddenly remembered a popular online novel "Buddha is the Way" that I once read, and its author "Dream into the Divine Machine" has also experienced something, and has seen through the origin and development of all religions from ancient times to the present?

Forget it, brother, I'm too lazy to think about things so long and complicated, and I'm not an archaeologist. At present, how to improve his cultivation and how to get rid of evil ghosts are the top priorities of his current work.

After Meng Fei finished talking about Qingxiao, I was very fascinated in my heart, there are still such living people like immortals in this world! Fuck, if everyone knows, is it possible to hold a personal human body exhibition, I collect tickets at the door, the ticket price is higher than the price of Jackson's concert, just let Qingxiao perform a powerful Taoist technique, wouldn't my brother make a profit?

"Yang Wei, according to my observation, Qing Xiao learned from the Dao technique of the 'Cloud Neutron' lineage, with thunder as the general outline, and the heavenly thunder is the most rigid and yang to the pure and fierce domineering energy in the world, and it is also the natural force that the yin ghosts are most afraid of. Therefore, if you can really find Qingxiao's predecessor and get his help or guidance, you should be able to take revenge. My cultivation is low, and the 'Yang Gang Qi' I have practiced is not enough to completely eliminate that evil ghost, and I swore that I would not leave prison before I was 100 years old, so after you are released from prison this time, it will all depend on creation. Meng Fei finally said to me.

I don't know what Meng Fei has done, so I have to lock myself up here. Forget it, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, so my brother should take care of himself first. Meng Fei is such an old stubborn, persuasion is meaningless, I can only wish the old guy a few more years to live, seeing that he is also old, and it is not far from being a hundred years old.

I thought, if Meng Fei comes out, I will definitely ask him to do a sweat. It's not easy for people in prison to take a bath!

"My God, brother, your story in the past few years is so exciting, it's just a myth and legend, if you have the chance, you must take me to meet Old Man Meng, I also worship him as a teacher, and learn a real skill. After the experience, I only got interested in listening to Le'er.

At night, the train finally arrived in Xining. Le'er and I are about to embark on a real journey on the Kunlun Mountain Death Valley.

Brother thinks that Xining's roast mutton and hand grip are not as good as Lanzhou's, "dog urine" tastes good, and the grilled fish on the barbecue stall on Mojia Street is also good, and the other is the special yogurt.

We stayed in Xining for a day, walked around the local area, and wanted to rent a car to drive to Kunlun Pass, but we were afraid that the time would be too long and the road was not familiar, so we looked for a long-distance bus to Kunlun Pass, and purchased some dry food such as compressed biscuits.

When I was wandering around at night, I went to the night market and bought a beautiful Tibetan knife. Early the next morning, we set off for the Kunlun Mountain area.

After arriving in Mangya Town, Qinghai Province, we rented a car and went to the eastern entrance of Death Valley, Buruntai. After inquiring along the way, I learned that this place, which we call Death Valley, was originally called "Nalengrad Canyon". This canyon stretches from Buruntai in Qinghai in the east to Shashan in the west, with a total length of 105 kilometers, a width of about 33 kilometers, an area of about 3,500 square kilometers, and an altitude of 3,200-4,000 meters.

After listening to this, I looked at Le'er and looked at each other, my brother, such a big canyon, trying to find Qingxiao's cave with just a little clue from Meng Fei flowing down is like looking for a needle in a haystack!

There is no way, it is a matter of preparing to try our luck, we can only grit our steel teeth and not relax, hold on to hope and not give up, and stick to our positions and not abandon it!

We planned to rent horses and hire guides from local herdsmen, but after asking a few herders, either we didn't understand Tibetan, or they would look at us strangely when they heard about Death Valley, and they would turn around and leave, which made us very depressed.

I really can't help it, I remembered the trick of "money can make ghosts grind", and before asking people again, I first held a stack of tickets in my hand, and then dared to say the purpose.

After a long day's effort, I turned around a large pastoral area, and finally found a herdsman who was willing to enter the valley. This is an old Tibetan man in his sixties, named Tsering Gyaltsen, who can barely understand and speak vague Chinese, and he is an old vagabond, who has nothing to worry about.

Old Tsering asked for a lot of money, and we ended up paying a lot of money to hire Old Tsering as a guide and rent three horses, two donkeys, four Tibetan mastiffs, and two shotguns.

The old man said that if you want to enter the valley for a long time, you still need to prepare a lot of things, and you have listed a large list of things that he needs to purchase and purchase, Le'er doesn't feel sorry for the money, but it took two days to buy things. It wasn't until the third day that our little team finally set off for the east entrance of Death Valley.

Lao Tsering led the way, we rode on horses, and the more we went into the mountains, the grass and trees gradually became abundant, sea buckthorn, red willow, poplar ...... Gradually, the number of species increased, and flocks of crows and unnamed birds flew through the air, leaving behind all kinds of calls.

The valley is full of thorn bushes and rocks with baring fangs and sharp teeth, which can sometimes be terrifying. Soon after entering the valley, it is common to see a large number of wild animals in the valley throwing their corpses into the wilderness, and the corpses are accompanied by scorched earth. Some of the skeletons are so large that they look like the bones of bears.

Along the way, I patiently and laboriously communicated with Tsering, wanting to know more about Death Valley.

It turns out that in the local area, Death Valley is also called Devil's Valley. Locals say that there is a kind of trolls in the canyon, citing the fact that the daring or lost herders have entered the valley and most of them are never returned.

The earliest record of a monster cannibalism appears in the early forties of the twentieth century, when the northwestern warlord Ma Bufang attempted to open the gateway to Xinjiang from the hinterland of Qinghai and control the area east of the Taklamakan Desert, while at the same time forming a border control over Tibet along the Kunlun Mountains. At that time, there were two roads, one was to go through the Nalengrad River Valley, and the other was to go through the Gobi.

Ma Bufang felt that the distance in the river valley was short, so he sent an advance team to explore the way in the river valley. As a result, this Devil's Valley ate dozens of people at night, and after Ma Bufang came to see it in person, the soldiers either disappeared mysteriously at night, or died in a miserable and miserable state.

After inquiring from the locals, I learned that there are man-eating monsters hidden in the valley. After that, he gave up the idea of going to the Nalengrad Valley.

No one knows exactly what happened at that time, but even the troops were frightened by this valley, and they must have encountered quite a terrible thing. Brother is really fucking, it's not good for this Qingxiao to pick something, if you have to find this kind of barren place to cultivate, are all masters so perverted?

In addition, I heard from the old Tsering that when black clouds cover the valley, accompanied by lightning and thunder, you can see the blue ghost fire in the valley, hear the guns of hunters crying for help, and the desperate and miserable cries of herdsmen and gold diggers.

"Brother, look, what's in front of you?" Le Er suddenly pointed into the distance.

Following the direction that Le Er pointed to, on a slope 100 meters away in front of the left, a group of black animals were standing. When we got closer, we could see their bodies clearly, this group of animals looked like deer not deer, like donkeys not donkeys, with black-brown hair, short tails, and pointed ears that looked elegant and spirited.

"These are wild asses. Old Tsering said.

Perhaps because of the rarity of human tracks, there are many kinds of wild animals here, such as Tibetan antelopes, foxes, wild yaks, snow hares, etc., which sometimes appear along the way, giving people the first impression that they seem to have come to the "animal kingdom" on the Gobi.

During the lunch break, the three of us also found a vulture eagle, which was one meter long, the front half of the body was brown, the back half was black-brown, standing on a hanging boulder, with a piece of blood intestine from an unknown animal in its mouth, it looked very scary.

In this way, the first day of the journey ended quickly, and the scenery of Death Valley was considered full of scenery along the way, and there was no danger. We found a flat place and set up our tents, but it was soon completely dark.

In Death Valley on an autumn evening, the temperature was extremely low, and we sat around the campfire in down jackets and shivered as we ate our food.

At night, the valley is terrible quiet, and once the wind blows, it "whines" everywhere. Listening to the old Tsering, fortunately it didn't rain, and as soon as it rained, the devil in the valley appeared.

Old Tsering devoted himself to feeding the horses and donkeys with good fodder, cutting strips of meat for his four dogs, and telling us to be vigilant when we rest at night, because in this deep valley, anything can happen.

Afraid of an emergency, Le'er and I both wore jackets and got into our sleeping bags. Old Tsering was the first to keep vigil, still holding a shotgun and a Tibetan dog in his arms, vigilantly watching the chaotic darkness around him.

After a day of walking, or a day of jolting on horseback, my body was already weak, and I got into my sleeping bag and fell into a deep sleep soon after, until the old Tsering woke me up at 2 a.m. at midnight to watch the night.

I rubbed my eyes reluctantly, took the old Tsering's shotgun, added some firewood to the campfire that was about to be extinguished, and then drank a sip of barley wine for a three-hour night watch.

After a while, Rao is valley was cold, and I still took a nap one after another. At this moment, the lead dog "Gangri Senge" lying next to me suddenly stood up and sniffed in the air, waking me up all at once.

The wind is blowing. I sniffed a biting cold wind blowing in the deep dark valley, and there seemed to be something fishy in the wind, and then our four Tibetan dogs suddenly barked in unison into the depths of the dark valley that we could not see.

Hearing the dog barking, Old Tsering and Le'er also hurriedly got out of their sleeping bags. At this time, a wolf howl of "Woo-woo" suddenly came out of the darkness not far away!

"Ah, wolf! Le'er was taken aback and hurriedly said to me. Looking at Lao Tsering again, his face was also full of nervousness, and he was waiting for the shotgun in his hand.

Unexpectedly, after the first wolf howl came from the darkness opposite, it was followed by one howl after another, and it seemed that the wolf was not one or two, but I heard my heart tremble and goosebumps, as if my hair stood on end.

Fuck me, the first day I came to this Death Valley I ran into a pack of wolves, and they were ferocious, intelligent highland wolves.

The ferocity of the plateau wolf is famous, it not only hunts pheasants, snow rabbits and other gentle small animals, sometimes the wolves encounter a single snow leopard known as the "snow mountain overlord", and will not hesitate to pounce on it, start a vicious fight, and finally rely on the "wolf sea tactics" to defeat the strong to eat this beast. These guys are not only greedy, murderous, but also cunning. When they find their prey, they will give full attention, chase after it at the fastest speed, until they are exhausted, and then pounce on it from behind and bite off the opponent's neck.

Judging by the sound, there are at least a dozen wolves in this group! On our side, in addition to the four brave Tibetan mastiffs who also barked at each other, there were also two shotguns from me and Lao Tsering, and we were still much weaker compared to each other.

The howls of the wolves were like the drums of war before the battle, and when the drums were finished, they slowly touched us.