A few days later, on the Liangjie Mountain in the Infinite Realm, Songlun had just returned and he noticed that the heaven and earth were shaking.
“Boom boom boom boom…”
The violent vibration made cultivators like Zhi Songlun feel numb all over, and even the Dharma Cloud under his feet continued to dissipate, and he almost fell from the sky.
Song Lun looked at the mountain below with shock. The pressure on his body was getting greater and greater. Knowing that he could not stay in the air any longer, he quickly stepped on the wind and landed.
This was because of the various restrictions imposed by Liangjie Mountain in this space. Otherwise, Songlun felt that the commotion just now would definitely cause him to be smashed to pieces, or he would not be able to fly at all from the beginning.
On the top of a mountain, Zhong Pingxiu was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and a calm expression. He made a gesture with one hand and slowly pressed down with the other.
The shaking of Liangjie Mountain continued, but was gradually easing.
At this time, Songlun landed on the top of the mountain. He walked along the mountain road that made his feet numb, slowly walked behind Zhong Pingxiu, and waited quietly.
About half a day later, the rumbling vibrations finally subsided, Zhong Pingxiu slowly withdrew his magic power and slowly opened his eyes.
"Liangjie Mountain suddenly grew another hundred feet. I suppressed it to a mere three inches, stabilizing the base of the mountain to prevent it from collapsing."
Songlun looked around and saw that the mountains on both sides were quiet, but the heavy vibration just now made the aura in the distance seem a little distorted.
"Master, this is the twelfth time this year, right? It's so frequent, your magic power..."
Zhong Pingxiu smiled.
"It's okay. I've been here for more than a thousand years. It's just that I come here more frequently now! You came back suddenly, but what did you bring for me, your master?"
Songlun then took out six volumes of "Huangquan" from his sleeve and handed the book respectfully to Zhongpingxiu who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.
"Master, these are the six volumes of Huangquan, from Haoran Academy, with prefaces written by Mr. Ji and Wensheng."
"Yellow Spring?"
Zhong Pingxiu frowned slightly, took the book and put it on the ground, then picked up the top one and opened the page.
"Wang Li? Who is this person?"
Songlun certainly had some understanding of the people who wrote the preface to "Huangquan", so he could naturally answer the question at this moment.
"It seems that he is a well-known scholar in Dazhen. He is respected as a novelist. He specializes in novels and is also very good at storytelling. He often goes to places like teahouses to tell stories for fun. Although he should be a mortal, he was able to participate in the book "Huangquan", and the stories in it seem to be written by this person. I doubt whether he is really a mortal."
Zhong Pingxiu calculated briefly and shook his head.
"I can only say that he is neither an immortal nor a demon, but as a mortal, I really can't say that. Well, I can't say that... Is this Xin Wuya the Netherworld Emperor you mentioned?"
"Yes, it is him. This book is closely related to the Netherworld, so it is not surprising that his name appears in the preface. I just don't know what Mr. Ji's purpose is."
Others may not know, but Songlun understands that Mr. Ji must be the main reason why this book can be published.
"Mr. Ji certainly has his own purpose. I'm a little bored, so let me finish reading first."
"yes!"
As Zhong Pingxiu was talking, he sat on the top of the mountain and started reading. After receiving the order, Song Lun waited by the side, but he did not just stand there stupidly. Instead, he set up the table and kept taking out some cakes, fruits and other things from his sleeves.
The pastries are fine, but some juicy and crispy fruits will often crack under the weight of the Two World Mountains as soon as they are placed on the table, and the water will leak out.
Fortunately, Zhong Pingxiu didn't mind. He ate the broken cakes with his hands, and ate the cracked fruits as usual. He seemed to be concentrating on reading the book the whole time.
One, two, three...
"Great, great!"
Zhong Pingxiu read with great fascination. Although there was no day or night in Wuliang Mountain, he actually read without stopping for a moment all night long. After several days in a row, he finished all six volumes in one breath.
When Zhong Pingxiu closed the last book, he looked at the desk and found that there were only five books he had already read, and no new books.
"What about the back?"
Song Lun, who had been standing by, said quickly.
"Master, there are currently only six volumes of the book Huangquan, but I also think there must be more, but they have not been made public."
Zhong Pingxiu seemed a little disappointed, but still sighed.
"The beauty of this book is that the whole thread revolves around Huangquan. The stories and paintings complement each other, and it feels vivid when you read it. It also integrates grammar and the mysteries of heaven and earth. It is really a heavenly book that everyone can read! But this Huangquan..."
Songlun listened carefully, and Zhongpingxiu paused before continuing.
"When I read this book, in addition to appreciating the mysteries in the book, I always felt that the underworld seemed to flow out from these stories and these paintings..."
"My disciple felt the same way, and even went to a netherworld to have a look, but there was no Yellow Springs scene. However, it was obvious that many of the ghosts and gods in the netherworld had read the book Yellow Springs, and it seemed that they were also a little suspicious. It seemed that the ghost officials were all looking for traces of Yellow Springs in various netherworlds."
Zhong Pingxiu's eyes moved away and then returned to the book in his hand.
"There are some stories on it, which mention the idea of the soul dispersing and passing away, and reincarnating in the next life. If this is just Mr. Wang's own beautiful wish, then we can only say that he has an amazing imagination. If it is Mr. Ji's intention, then there is no smoke without fire. It seems that I have to read it a few more times!"
Song Lun on the side hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
"Master, the trees that can grow in Wuliang Mountain are all iron trees and silver flowers. I heard that the Martial Saint Zuo Wuji doesn't have any weapons, and he likes to use a flat stick. I wonder if there are any suitable trees in Wuliang Mountain?"
Zhong Pingxiu subconsciously turned his head to look at a high peak in the distance. On the top of the mountain was an old dead tree. The tree had died there since he found Wuliang Mountain and started practicing there. Now it was still standing on the mountain. No one knew how many years of immeasurable pressure it had endured, and no one knew how many times it had been struck by lightning.
"If you are lucky enough to meet the Martial Saint, and if he still has no weapon at that time, you can bring him to Wuliang Mountain. If he is capable of taking the tree, you can make him a weapon."
"But Master, how can a warrior move that tree? Even if he is a martial saint..."
Zhong Pingxiu smiled.
"Since you are so picky, you must have a broad vision. If you have such a broad vision, you must have the ability. If you can't shake this tree, it will just make the Martial Saint feel more at ease."
"Yes! That disciple went down first?"
Song Lun said no more and practiced in the mountains for a while before going out.
"Go ahead."
Zhong Pingxiu said casually and continued reading. When he read it for the second time, he understood more. The Yellow Spring Water in the scroll painting seemed to be flowing slowly, and one could even hear the sound of waves, and there were waves of evil spirits coming.
'Is the legendary Huang Quan really coming back? Why did Mr. Ji publish this book...'
Looking at the stories related to Huangquan in these six books, Zhong Pingxiu seemed to suddenly think of something.
“How many people are reading this book?”
Song Lun, who had not walked far, stopped, turned around and answered.
"Master, I actually bought it at Yuzhao Peak in the Fairy Harbor of Yuhuai Mountain. It is circulated in Dazhen and the surrounding countries, but it is relatively scarce. However, the head of the Wei family seems to be taking it to all parts of the world via flying boats. He likes the way of business, or he wants to open up sales channels and make the most of rare goods."
Zhong Pingxiu was startled and turned to look at Songlun.
"Are you talking about Wei Wuwei?"
"Exactly!"
Zhong Pingxiu's eyes flickered, but he felt in his heart as if the Wuliang Mountain was still shaking.
"A grand stroke! A grand stroke! As expected of you, sir! As expected of you, sir! The ancient immortal method is upright and majestic. If it goes in your favor, it will be in line with the trend of time, place and destiny. If it goes against the trend, it will turn the world upside down. Even if someone can react, they will be powerless to stop it. Hahahaha, hahahaha—"
Zhong Pingxiu suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter spread throughout the Wuliang Mountain area, shattering all the distorted aftermath of the previous vibration.
"Master..."
"I'm fine, and you don't need to ask any more questions. Okay, go down."
"yes!"
Song Lun had a thousand questions in his mind, but since his master had said so, he had no choice but to leave.
…
About three months later, in the Yuling Sect far away in the Southern Wilderness, the mysterious man in the Yuecang Mirror was so shocked when he saw the six volumes of "Huangquan" that he jumped out of the Yuecang Mirror.
"Huang Quan!? Huang Quan is still here? Huang Quan is coming back? Ji Yuan found Huang Quan? No! We have to find Ji Yuan and ask him clearly!"
As soon as I saw this book, the breath of the underworld, although very faint, seemed to be blowing towards me from the distant ancient times.
Of course, there were more than one person who was as horrified as he was. None of them could say whether they liked or disliked the possibility of Huang Quan's reappearance, but they were all nervous.
During this period, the book "Huangquan" has been spread to all parts of the world through the realm ferry. Literati in the mortal world are flocking to it, and there are also many fans among the immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters. As long as one's Taoism reaches a certain level, one will also have an indescribable special feeling.
In Hengshan Mountain, a mountain spirit transformed into a human form hurried to a huge peak and put down a copy of "Huangquan".
"Lord Mountain God, you must read this book!"
The face of the mountain god appeared from the top of the mountain, with an expression that seemed to be smiling.
"Well, put down the book and go down."
"yes!"