After a long time, the two sides ended the battle.
The defeated old man waved his hand, his enthusiasm waned, and muttered: "I'm not feeling well today. I'll let you have a round and fight again tomorrow."
The old man walked leisurely back to the village with his hands behind his back.
The remaining old man was rosy-cheeked and energetic. While clearing the chessboard, he looked up at Su Zimo and said with a smile: "There are not many young people with a calm temperament like you. Come on, follow me into the village."
"Thank you, old man."
Su Zimo smiled, thanked him, and followed the old man into the village.
The villagers passing by just glanced at Su Zimo and stopped looking. They seemed not surprised or surprised.
"There's no extra room here, young man. Is it okay for you to live in the woodshed?" the old man asked.
"It's okay." Su Zimo responded with a smile.
It's just dark, and most people in the village haven't rested yet. The old people who have had dinner are walking in the village in a leisurely manner, and the women are mending their clothes with needles and thread.
Earthy, simple and peaceful.
This place seems to be a paradise. There is no fighting or fighting, but everyone has a happy and satisfied smile on their face.
Su Zimo sat at the door of the woodshed, watching this scene quietly, calming down and thinking about nothing. The fatigue from the journey seemed to be relieved a lot.
The night is getting darker, the moon is bright and the stars are few.
The elderly, women, and men have all gone back to their houses to rest. In the village, only some energetic children are still playing and refusing to go home to sleep.
Su Zimo stood up, returned to the woodshed, closed the door and was about to rest.
At this moment, a childish voice came from the village, clear and sweet.
"Where can I find the trace of the fairy? Looking at the Piaomiao Peak in the distance, it is only in this mountain. I don't know where it is in the depths of the clouds."
"Um?"
Su Zimo's heart moved, he turned around suddenly, pushed the door open, and followed the sound.
Not far away, a seven or eight-year-old child was jumping towards this side with a smile on his face.
Su Zimo pondered for a moment, walked up to him, knelt down, and asked with a smile: "My child, who did you hear that sentence just now?"
"Who said that?"
The child tilted his head, blinked his big watery eyes, seemed a little confused, and said, "I don't know, but we can all tell."
"Is it just a simple nursery rhyme?" Su Zimo thought thoughtfully.
"Brother, are you asking about cultivating immortality?" the child asked again.
"Yes." Su Zimo nodded and asked with a smile, "How do you know?"
A hint of cunning flashed in the child's eyes, he stuck out his tongue and said, "There are people like you every year, but most of them can't see immortals, hehe."
"How can I see it?" Su Zimo became interested and wanted to tease the child.
"I don't know either." The child pouted and shook his head.
Su Zimo smiled and was about to get up and leave when a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind. He looked at the child and asked: "Where can I find the fairy trail? I look at Piaomiao Peak from a distance, but Piaomiao Peak is shrouded in heavy fog. How can I see it?" ?”
"It's not simple yet."
The child raised his chin proudly and said: "In a few days, this heavy fog will lighten a little. Standing here, you can vaguely see a section of the mountain peak. But it only lasts three days. If you miss it, you won't be able to see it."
Su Zimo was overjoyed.
As long as you can see Piaomiao Peak, follow the direction of Piaomiao Peak and keep walking forward, you will definitely be able to reach the foot of the mountain.
Of course, Su Zimo didn't think that it was as simple as passing through the mist to worship Piaomiao Peak, but this was the prerequisite.
Su Zimo stayed in this village for seven days.
On the seventh day, the fog gradually faded, and a towering mountain peak loomed in the clouds and mist in the distance.
Su Zimo said goodbye to everyone in the village and stepped into the fog again.
In the mist, all the senses were reduced to the limit, and the sense of direction was blurred. Su Zimo felt like he was turning east and west, and sometimes even seemed to be turning back.
As the fog has subsided, even in the fog, you can clearly see the position of the distant peaks.
Su Zimo ignored it, trying his best to ignore the illusion caused by his senses, and just kept walking forward along the mountain peak.
suddenly!
Suddenly there was a rustling sound from deep in the mist, which was weird and terrifying, like the sound of a spiritual beast walking and stepping on the grass.
Getting closer!
A faint fishy smell floated over.
"Um?"
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes, stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.
After waiting for a long time, no spiritual beast appeared.
This feeling is very strange.
Mentally, Su Zimo didn't feel any danger.
But the voice and breath of spiritual beasts did come from that direction. Su Zimo had lived in the Canglang Mountains for a year, and this smell was too familiar to be wrong.
"eccentric."
Su Zimo murmured softly and continued to move forward.
"Roar!"
Not long after, a tiger roar suddenly came from the front. It was deafening and the breath was thick. It showed that this spiritual beast was powerful, maybe even at the level of a spiritual demon!
Su Zimo frowned.
Logically speaking, if a powerful spiritual beast or spirit demon appeared in front of him, Su Zimo should have sensed the danger with his spiritual sense.
But the strange thing is that there is no reaction in the spiritual sense, but in the five senses, danger is repeatedly detected.
In this case, there are only two possibilities.
The surrounding heavy fog could either hide Su Zimo's spiritual sense, or confuse his five senses.
The answer is obvious.
These methods are nothing more than trying to scare away some people who want to cultivate immortality but are not strong-willed.
The roar of tigers and the smell of blood are nothing more than means to confuse people.
Wanting to understand the purpose of the fog, Su Zimo smiled, ignored the various noises coming from around him, and walked straight into the depths of the fog.
In any case, heavy fog can confuse a person's five senses, and this method is clever enough.
If Su Zimo hadn't had spiritual awareness, he would have been frightened and cautious while walking along this road.
Su Zimo gradually quickened his pace, and before long, he broke out of the fog, and his eyes suddenly became clear.
At a glance, the vegetation is lush and lush, and the mountains are surrounded by green water. It is full of vitality, as if you are in a fairyland.
Not far away, there is a stone gate.
Behind the stone gate is a mountain road paved with bluestones, twisting and turning, leading to a misty and dark place.
On both sides of the stone gate, there were two young Taoist boys, one fat and one thin, with red lips and white teeth.
When the fat Taoist boy saw Su Zimo, he nodded with a smile and said, "Young master is the first one. Please wait here for three days before we start recruiting disciples."
Su Zimo was not in a hurry and waited quietly.
People kept coming out of the mist, most of them were mortals who had never practiced cultivation. Their faces were pale and sweat was visible on their foreheads. It was obvious that they were quite frightened along the way.
There was also a Qi practitioner in the middle who came out of the fog with a flying sword. When he saw the stone gate, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Some Qi practitioners glanced at Su Zimo's body, not noticing the fluctuations in spiritual energy, and their expressions softened slightly.
Several Qi practitioners saw Su Zimo's attire with a bow on his back and a sword on his shoulder. Their faces looked sarcastic and they couldn't help but sneer.
All living beings are diverse.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.