I looked at Xia Qingqing and said: "The secret of restraining the Fox Clan is hidden under the Qiuchi Broken Peak. Qiuchi Broken Peak is the Changyang Mountain in myths and legends."
Xia Qingqing was shocked and said, "Are you talking about Changyang Mountain where Xingtian buried his bones?"
Legend has it that after Yan Emperor's defeat, Xing Tian, the general under Yan Emperor, rushed to the Yellow Emperor's palace with a bronze square shield in his left hand and an ax in his right hand, and fought with the Yellow Emperor from inside the palace to outside the palace, from heaven to the mortal world, directly killing Go to Changyang Mountain.
Huang Di took advantage of Xingtian's unpreparedness and cut off Xingtian's head with his sword. The head that fell to the ground rolled down the slope to the foot of Changyang Mountain. Xing Tian, who was beheaded, squatted down and wanted to find his head, but he didn't know that his head was at the foot of Changyang Mountain where he was.
Huang Di was worried that Xing Tian would regain his original form and fight with him again after finding the head, so he picked up the sword in his hand and struck at Changyang Mountain. With a loud noise, Changyang Mountain was split into two halves, and Xingtian's huge head rolled into the valley. Later, the two halves of the mountain merged into one, and Xingtian's head was buried inside.
Xing Tian felt the changes around him and knew that Huang Di had buried his head in the mountain, but he was not discouraged. He stood up, still holding the ax in his right hand and the shield in his left hand, waving it randomly toward the sky. Xing Tian, who fell into darkness, was furious. He used his breasts as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, and continued to fight against Huang Di.
Although Xing Tian failed, his uncompromising spirit will always inspire future generations. Just as Tao Yuanming, a great poet of the Jin Dynasty, said in his poem: "Xingtian dances with relatives, and the strong will is always there."
"Yes!" I nodded and said, "Qiuchi Duanfeng is the legendary Changyang Mountain."
Xia Qingqing said in surprise: "How do you know?"
"Of course it's the clue left by Wang Zhan's phrase 'The tiger hides in the nine peaks and screams in the cold moon'." I didn't tell Xia Qingqing the truth. "The tiger hides in the nine peaks and screams in the cold moon" can only be regarded as an introduction, which really made me guess. The secret of Qiu Chi Broken Peak is still the clue left in "The Classic of All Things".
Although my father crossed out the record about the Qingqiu Fox Clan, he did not destroy the picture hidden on the last page of "The Beauty Chapter".
The painting depicts a rugged and steep mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, and next to it is a man standing tall and upright on the side of the mountain.
I always thought that the picture should imply the word "immortal". People and mountains are on par with each other and stand tall on the sky. What is it if it's not an immortal? Later, when I discovered clues about the Three-Eyed Clan, I felt more and more that the secret to restraining the Fox Clan should be hidden at Guanjiangkou, the hometown of Erlang Shen.
It wasn't until Xia Qingqing told me that Wang Zhan deliberately left a cut before leaving that I woke up from the dream. If you look at the incisions and the pictures together, replace the mountain peaks with nine peaks, and adding nine to a person becomes the character for hatred.
The only place I can think of that is named after Qiu is Qiu Chishan.
I was afraid that Xia Qingqing would continue to ask, so I quietly changed the subject: "During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Di people who occupied Qiuchi also cut the skin between their eyebrows and embedded black stones as three eyes. However, the legends of ethnic minorities are not widely spread. I didn’t think about Qiu Chi.”
I sighed and said: "In fact, this is not the only legend that I have ignored. Regarding the prototype of Erlang God, there is another person. That is Yang Erlang, the second son of the Lord of Qiuchi."
"At that time, although I also thought of Yang Erlang, I felt that Erlang God was a Taoist god, and I actively ignored Yang Erlang, who was from an ethnic minority."
I said solemnly: "If we had set out for Qiuchi Mountain from the beginning, perhaps there would not have been so many casualties."
Xia Qingqing shook his head and said: "It only took you a few days to find the key to restraining the Fox Clan, but it took us two hundred years to find the secret of the Fox Clan. You have done a good job. We should Where to go?"
"Go where the wind is blowing!" I turned my head and looked towards the direction of the canyon at the bottom of Qiuchi Peak. Although I was thousands of meters away, I could still hear the whistling wind in the canyon.
According to the legend, after Xingtian's head was beheaded, he has been wielding a big ax near Changyang Mountain day and night, so there is a place in Changyang Mountain where the wind continues.
The ending of this legend actually has a huge contradiction with Xing Tian's decapitation. That is, Xing Tian used his breasts as his eyes and his navel as his mouth. He stood up and fought again. Why did he still wield an ax and shield in Liu Changyang Mountain? Unless, he still couldn't see Huang Di's whereabouts, and always thought that the opponent was waiting for an opportunity near him, so he kept swinging the long ax blindly.
I also know that now is not the time for me to study the flaws of the myth. What I want is the secret hidden deep in Changyang Mountain.
As I kept getting closer and closer to the valley, I became more and more frightened - the wind in the valley was strange and unusual.
The sound of the wind in the valley is neither flying rapidly nor whistling, but sliding in a straight line in a fixed trajectory. It sounds like the sound of airflow caused by someone waving a weapon at different angles.
If it were just the sound of the wind, I wouldn't feel scared. Even if the sound of the wind was strange, there would be ways to explain it. What really scares me is the murderous aura that comes with the wind.
Every time there was a sound of wind, I felt like a sharp sword wind swept past my eyes, murderous and bloody. Every time I took a step forward, I felt like I was getting closer to the sword wind. No, I don't know when, that ferocious knife wind swept across my neck and split my head into the air.
I started walking slower and slower, and the people behind me couldn't help but stop. Someone said in a trembling voice: "Commander... Commander... I don't dare to leave. I... I can't hold on any longer."
The man's voice was full of tears, but no one laughed at his timidity. Almost everyone moved forward slowly with trembling legs, and more than half of the people had to use weapons to support their bodies in order to stand on the ground.
Sometimes, fear has little to do with courage. Even people who are not afraid of life and death can still feel fear. Especially the fear that comes from the depths of the soul.
Xia Qingqing and I were a little better, but our faces were still pale and we looked forward and backward every step we took.
Xia Qingqing couldn't help but said: "Wang Huan, we really can't leave anymore. If we continue like this, even if we barely reach the valley entrance, we will completely lose our fighting power. That is no different from defeat."
I also know that Xia Qingqing is right, but if we don't move forward, how can we find the secret of Xingtian
I gritted my teeth and said, "If you persist a little longer, maybe there will be a turn for the better."
Xia Qingqing turned around and said, "Hold on, if it doesn't work, please help each other."
As soon as I turned around, I saw a blood-red eye emerging from between the two mountain peaks. It was like an eye rising from the blood moon in the sky. It opened angrily from a high position. Endless fear exploded in my mind like a thousand pounds of blood. Open, I shook twice in a row and barely managed to stabilize my body, but the Blood Drop Guards behind me fell to their knees like pieces of wheat blown by the wind. No one dared to look directly at the bloody eyes in the sky.
When I forced my body to raise my head, the bloody eyes in the sky were slowly closing. As I watched the two eyelids gradually close, the fear in my heart was relieved.
Just when I stood up with my hand covering my heart, my bloody eyes, which had been closed, opened again in an instant, and the heart-stopping fear suddenly struck everyone's hearts like a mountain-splitting ax falling from the sky.
I just felt a strong tug on my heart, my psychological defense collapsed, and I was about to kneel on the ground as soon as my legs became weak.
The moment my knees were about to touch the ground, half of my body was lifted up by someone, and only one leg touched the stones on the ground.
Xia Qingqing!
He rushed over from behind me and used his body to block one of my arms. The person who forcibly lifted me up was Xia Qingqing.
Xia Qingqing's face has turned extremely pale: "You can't kneel! If your spine is broken, you can't straighten it up again. You can't kneel even if you die!"
When I looked at Xia Qingqing in shock, cold sweat broke out on my forehead!
Xia Qingqing is right!
A man can cut off his head, but he must not cut off his spine. Otherwise, he will never be able to stand upright in his life.
"Thank you!" I gently pushed Xia Qingqing's arm away and looked at the bloody eyes in the sky again, moving my legs step by step towards the valley.
I had just taken a few steps when I heard someone from behind screaming, "Someone is scared to death!"
"Shut up!" Xia Qingqing was clearly scolding the other party, but there was a tremor in her voice.
My head, which was already raised, turned behind me almost uncontrollably. The first thing I saw was a corpse with a distorted face and protruding eyes. The corpse was still clenching its chest desperately until the moment it died. It was as if he had pressed his hand into his cavity, covering his heart that was about to burst.
As soon as my eyes fell on the corpse, I couldn't pull it out anymore - there was only one thought in my mind, that dead corpse was my fate. I might still have a way to survive by turning around and running away. If I took another step forward, I would have to be scared to death like that corpse.
I wanted to talk to Xia Qingqing, but after my lips trembled twice in a row, I didn't say a word.
Xia Qingqing, whose face was pale, squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "Purpose!"
This is the only thing she can say.
I know what she means.
She was asking me, what is the purpose of coming all the way to Qiu Chishan
Kneeling on the ground and shivering? Or just turn around and run away!
No, I am trying to save myself and others.
If I don't break through the Duanfeng Pass, I can only wait to go to Ye Xun to fight to the death. Either he dies under my knife, or after I am killed by him, he will chase me to hell again!
I'm afraid of those eyes, but I'm even more afraid of killing my friends and burying my relatives.
"Thank you!" I turned my head suddenly, looked directly into the sky with bloody eyes, and strode forward.
The worst case scenario is that flesh and blood will fly everywhere under the strong wind in the valley. What else can you do
It's better than asking me to operate a knife on Ye Xun's head, right
I was moving forward step by step, and the fear brought by the bloody eyes was still crushing me crazily like a mountain.
I relaxed my body at that moment.