A chill really rose from the soles of my feet, and thunder exploded out of nowhere!
Jianchou had just landed on her feet when she heard such a sentence. She suddenly felt as if an ice knife had slashed across her back, freezing her so quickly!
At this time, Zhang Tang was standing two steps in front of her, and was just about to say hello to the sloppy and shabby old man whose appearance could not be seen clearly.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost didn't dare to come in and were still huddled at the door.
But when they heard the word Yashan, the two little ghosts jumped up suddenly as if their tails were pinched, looked around, and said in panic: "Yashan? What Yashan? Yashan is attacking us?!"
"… "
Jianchou's hands, hanging at his sides, were covered by the slightly wide sleeves and clenched tightly.
She didn't speak.
She heard the shouts of the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost, but did not respond. She used the greatest restraint in her life to maintain her composure.
The old man sitting on the wooden bench looked extremely old.
His hair was messy, but his face was weathered, as if he had gone through countless changes and had been worn down into his current monstrous appearance.
If Fudao Shanren was an old naughty boy, then the man in front of him could only be regarded as a piece of lifeless rotten wood, as if he could be crushed to pieces with a casual move.
Old and disabled.
There was a rotten smell all over his body, as if he was about to be buried in a coffin.
But it was this old man who seemed to be dying, who only took a casual look at her and told her where she came from...
It was dangerous for her to be a living person. If people knew that she was a living person from Yashan—
Thinking about the role played by Yashan in the war between the Yin and Yang worlds, Jianchou didn't think he could leave Jiyu on his own.
She looked at the old man with fear. In just this moment of silence, a thousand thoughts had already run through her mind.
Finally, everything returned to peace.
Jianchou clasped his hands together and bowed. Suddenly, there was no longer any fear or hostility on his face. He was calm and composed: "Senior, you have good eyesight. I am Jianchou, a disciple of Yashan. I am honored to meet Senior Wuzhongxian."
"What's the difference between good eyesight and bad eyesight? Isn't it obvious on your Qiankun bag..."
The hoarse voice recited a sentence, which was still extremely unpleasant to the ear.
The Fairy in the Mist's cloudy eyes turned around, covered with a thick layer of shadow, just like the sky in this polar region that would never brighten.
The beard grew together with the hair like a weed.
He smiled faintly, as if he thought Jianchou's words "good eyesight" were interesting.
When Jianchou heard this, he was stunned.
She lowered her eyes to look at her waist. On the Qiankun bag hanging on it, wasn't there a small emblem belonging to Yashan? Although it was a hidden pattern, it could be easily discovered by those who were interested.
This time, she made a fatal mistake.
Originally, she was still wondering how the Fairy in the Mist discovered her identity, but she didn't expect it was just because of this small Qiankun bag.
Jianchou knew the reason and just frowned. He calmly took off the Qiankun bag and put it back into his sleeve.
"Thank you for the advice, senior."
interesting.
However, a casual mention of the Qiankun bag became a "reminder" in the mouth of the little girl.
Yashan Gate...
The Fairy in the Mist continued to sit there, slowly loosening his five fingers, and the cold gravel in his hands took shape.
He glanced at the two little ghosts behind him, then looked back at Zhang Tang: "Why did you bring people here?"
Zhang Tang frowned, and was actually quite surprised.
He and Jianchou had met in the Shahong Realm, but he didn't know Jianchou's identity or where she came from. Even when he suddenly saw her half a day ago, she never mentioned who her master was.
Now that I think about it, she did it on purpose.
Where is Yashan
Before Zhang Tang came into contact with the world of cultivation, he had no idea what these two words meant to the Jiyu. However, once he read the relevant records, he felt a chill in his heart.
Ten generations ago, during the war between Yin and Yang, all the cultivators from Kunwu and Yashan came out, along with three thousand cultivators from the Central Region and two cultivators from Buddhism and Taoism, and fought fiercely on the battlefield of the Extreme Region.
Today, there are countless bones under the Yellow Springs, most of which were left by the monks of Yashan!
The files of the Jieyinsi once recorded some fragments about Yashan in a tone mixed with fear.
Thousands of years ago, half of the powerful monks who ascended to the upper realms from the 19 continents came out of Yashan!
He drew his sword and fought, and never retreated. How many ghost cultivators in the extreme regions were terrified by his deeds
Today, he unexpectedly heard the words "Disciple of Yashan" in a small shabby house
This feeling is a little hard to describe for the moment.
Zhang Tang was a man who hid his innermost fears, but he never showed them on his face. He replied to the Immortal in the Mist, "The one who has a request to make to you, Senior, is not Zhang Tang."
"The one who has a request is the younger generation."
Now that his secret had been exposed, Jianchou finally calmed down.
She continued along with Zhang Tang's words, "I accidentally broke through the boundary and was trapped in the extreme area. Now I am in danger every step of the way. I heard that Senior Wuzhongxian always helps those who are destined to be with me. Jianchou wanted to find a way to conceal his identity as a living person, so I came here at night. I hope Senior will forgive me."
The Fairy in the Mist was still sitting there, with stones at her feet that had broken into pieces for unknown reasons. This matched the stones that filled the room, making her feel like she was in a pile of rocks.
When he heard Jianchou's purpose of coming, he was not surprised at all.
What else can a living person do here
only…
The Immortal in the Mist asked, "It seems that you are indeed an accident, and it is not that Yashan wants to restart the Yin-Yang boundary war... But since the Yin-Yang boundary war, Jiyu has set up the Shitian Creation Array at the intersection of Yin and Yang, with life and death as the boundary. Even the great power of Tongtian cannot enter as a living person. You are just a small Jindan cultivator, how did you break through the boundary and come here?"
"… "
Jianchou suddenly became silent.
After a long while, she finally answered with three words -
"One person."
The moment these three words came out of his mouth, the pair of cloudy eyes seemed to finally become clearer.
The Fairy in the Wu was sitting on the wooden stool. His head, which had not moved for a long time, finally slowly raised up and looked at Jianchou with an unprecedented scrutiny for the first time.
One person table.
This is a word that is rarely heard in the polar regions.
But at this moment, it came out so vividly from the mouth of the girl in front of him, and his numb and dull senses finally came back slowly under the stimulation of this word.
Rolling his eyes slowly, the Fairy in the Mist suddenly became a little interested in Jianchou.
"No wonder. Have you ever been on a stage?"
No wonder
She only said "one person platform", but the other party already understood why she was able to break through the boundary and said this...
Jianchou thought to himself that this "Fairy in the Mist" was so familiar with the affairs of the Central Region, he must have been a cultivator from the Nineteen Continents when he was alive, and definitely not an ordinary person from an isolated island on earth!
Her mind raced, but her answer was clear and concise: "More than a month ago, I won the championship by chance."
"lucky?"
Upon hearing these two words, the Fairy in the Mist actually laughed for no apparent reason.
It was still the dull sound of a grindstone, making people feel creepy.
When he looked at Jianchou, he clearly had a proud character and a sharp aura. He was very confident in his own determination and mind, so it was really a lie for him to say that he was "lucky".
The Fairy in the Mist was not quite used to it.
"What luck is there in this world? Winning is a real skill. Winners take all, and you don't have to be humble in front of an old man like me..."
Jianchou didn't expect that the other party would say such a thing.
But inexplicably, it actually coincided with what she was thinking.
The victory of the one-person stage was of course because Xie Buchen did not come, but if Xie Buchen came, did she really have no chance of winning
not necessarily.
If she wins, she wins. Things have been decided and cannot be changed.
She smiled, and just bowed and said, "Junior, please teach me."
Wu Zhongxian ignored him and said, "I have always followed the rules when helping others. Did Zhang Tang tell you?"
Jianchou glanced at Zhang Tang beside him.
After Zhang Tang stood still, he did not move an inch. He just listened to them talking without any intention of interrupting them.
Then, Jianchou said, "Master Zhang has already explained a few things. I just wonder if I can ask you to help conceal my identity. If so, what price will I have to pay?"
The Immortal in the Mist did not answer, but asked: "You concealed your identity in order to stay in the Extreme Region and seek a way to return to the Nineteen Continents?"
"yes."
Jianchou didn't know what his intention was, so he just answered truthfully.
"… "
There was another long silence.
Only this time, the silence no longer came from Jianchou, but from the fairy in the mist whose half body seemed to be buried in the soil.
There was a lamp lit by the window. There was no oil in the lamp, only the wick was burning, illuminating everything around.
Jianchou had no idea what this man, who was comparable to the King of Hell in Bafang City, was thinking about at the moment, and he couldn't disturb him, so he could only stand aside silently.
Zhang Tang's brows were tightly furrowed at this moment.
In the vertical mark between the eyebrows, a faint murderous aura emerged.
He had come into contact with the Immortal in the Mist before and knew that this was a powerful monk who spoke so little that he had almost forgotten how to speak.
If someone comes and suits his taste, he will make a request, and if the other party can satisfy it, he will help them.
Generally speaking, the problem can be solved in just a few words.
This was the first time he heard Wu Zhongxian say so many words, and he hadn't even put forward his conditions to Jianchou.
Could it be that he was once a cultivator from the Nineteen Continents, so he was particularly interested in Jianchou from Yashan of the Nineteen Continents
Zhang Tang couldn't be sure.
His hesitant gaze passed over Jianchou, a cultivator from the Nineteen Continents who wanted to leave the Extreme Region; and then passed over Wuzhongxian, a cultivator from the Nineteen Continents...
Bit by bit, the fragments began to piece themselves together automatically in my mind.
But Zhang Tang stood there, still looking unmoved.
During the time he was thinking, Wu Zhongxian seemed to have thought about it almost as well.
His hair, which had grown so long that it was almost falling to the ground, was still messy. He looked down at the piece of gravel in his palm and slowly put it back on the ground.
His voice was still slow and sluggish, with a kind of awkwardness that came from not having communicated with anyone for a long time.
"Yashan and I don't have any grudges. You are Yashan's disciple, I can lend you a helping hand, as for the price..."