The solitary peak stands high, and the eight passages each have different twists and turns, but all lead to the same exit.
It’s just that every path seems to be a little different.
In the second corridor on the right.
Xie Buchen, who had changed into a navy blue robe, glanced towards the hole through which daylight was already coming through, with a somewhat strange expression on his face.
Without that cold and outstanding look, he now looks a bit ordinary, but the bright dark blue embroidery on his robe, although a bit exotic, still suits his eyes, or rather his look.
Indifferent eyes.
"Pah, pah."
There were soft footsteps.
Xie Buchen, facing a face that was unfamiliar to himself, finally turned his head.
It was an old man in Taoist robes, walking towards him.
His face was covered with wrinkles, and his old, dry lips formed an arc. He rolled up his sleeves, holding a red lacquer tray in his clean hands.
Because of the distance, it is still difficult to see what is inside.
At this moment, Xie Buchen was still in the corridor.
But unlike the narrowness along the way, the corridor became wider near the exit of the cave.
The originally rough rock ground was covered with a soft and thick carpet, on which was placed an exquisite lacquered eucalyptus, on which was placed a small ceramic plate, next to which were a pair of ivory chopsticks and a simple ceramic spoon. There was also a sky blue long-necked wine jug that had been placed on the eucalyptus early in the morning.
There was a faint intoxicating aroma of wine, leaking out from the spout of the pot bit by bit.
Xie Buchen was sitting behind the long chair, while the old man holding the lacquer tray walked slowly to the front of the long chair.
“Pah.”
A soft sound.
The lacquer tray was placed in front of Xie Buchen.
The old Taoist stretched out his dry hands, brought out the bowl of delicious soup in the middle, and placed it in front of Xie Buchen. "When I was practicing, someone once said to me that the world is a furnace, and all living things are like minced meat, all in the furnace."
The soup bowl is not very big and is made of earthenware, looking quite rough.
But the soup in the soup bowl is extremely delicate and exquisite.
The soft and rotten meat has already turned into pink minced meat, blending into every part of the soup. It looks thick and has a faint strange sweet fragrance.
With just one glance, you can tell that this bowl of broth is made with the right ingredients and cooked to the perfect temperature.
The old Taoist smiled and looked extremely kind: "The soup is made from the essence of the bones and marrow, the meat is the softest and most tender meat between the eyebrows, the back of the neck, and the heart, the fire is the fire of the seven emotions and six desires, and the ingredients are all kinds of life. I have not made soup for a long time, today I would like to invite you to try this soup."
While he was speaking, Xie Buchen did not take his eyes off the soup.
He could clearly see from the corner of his eye that the old Taoist's feet had not touched the ground, but were suspended in the air an inch above the ground.
Along the way, he encountered all kinds of inner demons of Master Buyu, but he never expected that at the end, what was waiting for him was such a bowl of soup.
Soup…
Xie Buchen lowered his eyes slightly, but did not move.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Upon seeing this, the old Taoist couldn't help but burst into laughter with a wild look, and a strange black aura rose up between his brows.
"After all, she is your sweetheart, you can't bear to eat her! Hahahaha, you mortals..."
Can't bear to leave
Xie Buchen slowly raised his head and his calm gaze fell on the old Taoist's face.
The tightly pursed lips were curved into a cold arc with just a slight hook.
"Hahaha… "
The old Taoist's laughter continued, shaking the entire top of the corridor, causing stone chips to fall.
But Xie Buchen did not stop him, nor did he have the slightest strange expression. He just rolled up his wide sleeves, and his movements were slow and leisurely, only those of a wealthy family, as if there was a feast in front of him, rather than just a simple bowl of minced meat soup.
The somewhat rough fingers belonged to the unfortunate Shanyin Sect monk Wei Xin.
Xie Buchen's gaze lingered on the scars on his fingers for a moment, then gently fell on the spoon beside him, picked it up, reached into the soup bowl, scooped out a spoonful of soup, and blew it gently.
Hot air like white mist floated up, creating ripples on the soup spoon.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The old Taoist stood in front of the long eucalyptus, looking down at Xie Buchen, but his expression suddenly became a little stiff, as if he had not expected it.
Xie Buchen naturally heard about this change.
But what does other people’s inner demons have to do with him
He lowered his brows and eyes, put the spoon to his lips and slowly took a sip of the soup. It was fresh and tender in the mouth, with the aroma of meat between his lips and teeth, and it was a taste that was hard to describe.
One bite after another.
Xie Buchen's movements were neither hurried nor slow, and could even be described as elegant. If there was another person here, he would probably be impressed by his posture at this moment.
The old Taoist's eyes gradually became sharper.
Seeing that the bowl of soup was slowly draining away, Xie Buchen finally stopped. The old Taoist finally laughed out loud for the second time: "Interesting, interesting! Among the cultivators of my generation, there is actually someone as interesting as you! It's really wonderful, wonderful!"
Xie Buchen pretended not to hear anything. He just picked up the clean towel beside him and wiped his fingers clean bit by bit. Then he slowly stood up and said in a gentle and elegant manner: "Thank you for your hospitality, senior. I'll take my leave now."
With his hands clasped together, Xie Buchen turned around, stepped on the soft carpet, walked around the long eucalyptus, and walked towards the bright place at the end of the corridor.
He didn't look behind him again.
On the lonely long eucalyptus tree, the rough pottery bowl with the bottom exposed disappeared, leaving only a white skull stained with blood, which looked eerie and terrifying.
On the stone wall of the corridor, there was a space hollowed out, on which was carved an old Taoist priest. He was unarmed and had a neutral and peaceful expression on his face. However, perhaps because the light in the corridor was not good, he looked a little cold and eerie.
Xie Buchen has already left.
The old Taoist standing beside the long eucalyptus, who had the same facial features as the stone statue, did not follow him out. He just stared at the cave entrance that was emitting light and sighed in an inexplicable tone: "What a ruthless character... A ruthless soul..."
The voice gradually became lower and lower, and finally disappeared, along with his entire body, disappearing in the faint light.
Outside the corridor, there is a completely new landscape.
There is plenty of daylight.
Xie Buchen stood on the mountainside and could overlook the almost magnificent courtyard below. It filled his entire field of vision and was built on the plain below, winding and tortuous with no end.
This was a place he had never been to before.
With his brows slightly furrowed, Xie Buchen looked back.
There are eight exits on the mountain wall, and I am standing at the exit of the second passage on the right.
If I remember correctly, the other three people from Shanyin Sect are Yang Lie, the third from the left, the guardian of Shanyin Sect; Feng Qi, the fourth from the left, the disciple of Shanyin Sect; and...
Turning his eyes, Xie Buchen's gaze fell on the first passage on the right.
The person here should be Zhou Yin, a disciple under Elder Chen Fang of Shanyin Sect.
The deep corridor, looking from the outside, is still dark.
The corridor itself is curved along the mountain. Even if one could see into it, it would be blocked by the rocks. The material of the rocks is also quite special, and even spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate it.
Xie Buchen could not see through, nor could he enter; the people inside did not know what was happening outside.
Jianchou, who had transformed into Zhou Yin, was sweating profusely as he walked along the way.
She sat cross-legged not far in front of the eighth stone statue in the corridor, taking the time to meditate and regulate her breathing.
Every fifty feet there is a new battle, and the stone statue where the real Zhou Yin died is the node. The strength of each inner demon that appears later is rapidly improving.
Every game is a tough battle for Jianchou.
Especially the eighth stone statue that he just passed by, which almost forced Jianchou to use the Emperor Jiang Fenglei Wings.
Perhaps, there is only one thing worth being happy about: the new Dao Seal.
After picking up Zhou Yin's body on the way, he was almost immediately faced with various battles with his inner demons. Jianchou took this opportunity to experiment with all the Taoist seals and techniques in the Qiankun bag of the unlucky guy Zhou Yin, and the effect was surprisingly good.
It has to be said that the southeastern wilderness is also a place with a lot of heritage.
Although Zhou Yin's Taoist seal sounds eerie and carries an evil feeling, it is extremely powerful when used. It focuses on attack power and destructiveness. It can be said that this seal was invented for combat.
I heard that people from the demon sect always act in extremes, and we can get a glimpse of that from the style of this seal.
Although Jianchou is a cultivator from the Central Region and her daily practice method is moderate and peaceful, she was born in Yashan, so her fighting style is bold and aggressive, and she also has a Tianxu body.
Even the demon seal was used easily by her, and she even did it with great skill.
She didn't know whether this was a good thing or not. She only knew that she was one step closer to disguising herself as a normal Zhou Yin.
Now she was exhausted and closed her eyes.
Before she gets close to the ninth stone statue, new attacks will not come, so she needs to hurry.
However, the effect of regulating breathing and meditating was too low. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth remaining in this hidden world was surprisingly very small. Jianchou absorbed it for a long time but could not feel the existence of much spiritual energy. He had no choice but to hold two spirit stones in one hand and absorb all the spiritual energy in them.
About half a minute later, Jianchou finally recovered.
She put the little mink and the bone jade back into the spirit beast bag, fearing that the two little creatures would reveal their identities.
She carried the ghost axe beside her on her shoulder, took a deep breath, and walked forward again.
Step by step.
Gradually, Jianchou could see a few faint lights coming from the end of the corridor.
As she got closer, the few faint lights became brighter and brighter.
The ninth stone statue stood at the end of the road, standing inside the chiseled rock. Half of its old face was hidden in the shadow, exuding a somewhat mysterious aura.
Jianchou's gaze swept across the stone statue.
This should be the appearance of Master Buyu before he ascended to heaven. He was already an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
She did not stop and continued to move at a steady speed as she moved within a range of five meters. However, this time, the stone statue did not transform into another old Taoist priest to fight with her like before.
What is going on
Just as Jianchou had this doubt in his mind, he felt a flash of light from the corner of his eye. In the light and shadow at the end of the corridor, a figure actually walked towards him. Against the light, he could only see a rough outline.
His eyes turned and Jianchou immediately became alert and looked over the moment he felt someone coming in.
At that moment, her pupils shrank drastically!
The outline blurred by light and shadow gradually became clear at that moment.