Bai Yujing and Huang Yinlin ran down the mountain tops, crossed the sparse forests, and searched along the rugged mountain roads.
No one knew since when, but there were no more lightning strikes within a hundred meters radius with Du Yu as the center point.
Du Yu suddenly understood.
Now it seems that the tops of the mountains are indeed the densest areas of thunder and wrath.
Once away from the proud Jiarong grass, this team will no longer be targeted by God.
Du Yu didn't think it was because of the Jiarong Fruit he took.
After all, he had already eaten the fruit when he left the top of the mountain, and the thick and winding lightning was still striking a hundred meters away from him.
"Master Qing, have you noticed that not only is there less thunder around us, but even the sound of thunder seems to be quieter?" Du Yu raised his head and looked towards the sky covered with dark clouds.
Yang Qingqing naturally realized this and speculated: "Maybe it's due to the characteristics of the Jiarong Fruit."
"What does Qingshi mean?"
"Since the creatures can avoid lightning after taking Jiarong Fruit, the existence of Jiarong Grass is intolerable to the Mountain Realm."
Listening to the woman's analysis, Du Yu nodded secretly: "So, the mountain world may really be spiritual."
No wonder the descendants of the Yan clan have to stay away from Jiarong grass to survive.
But it cannot be too far away, after all, it still needs to rely on the efficacy of its fruit when going out.
There are indeed fewer lightning outside the mountain top, but that doesn’t mean there is none!
Yang Qingqing looked at the mountain wall in the distance, frowning slightly: "It could also be the creatures in the clouds causing trouble."
Oh yes!
Du Yu's mind became active. There might be unknown monsters hidden in the dark clouds.
Even the Jiarong grass, which has been living on the top of the mountain for thousands of years and fighting with the sky day and night, has not been able to see its true form.
"Over there." Yang Qingqing pointed forward.
Du Yu woke up from his thoughts and looked to the left in the direction of the woman's finger.
The wild silver lynx understood what he meant and tried to move forward along the right side of the mountain wall to give his master enough angle to observe.
At this moment, the team has reached the bottom of the canyon.
The road here is narrow, no more than 20 to 30 meters wide, and the mountain walls on both sides are vertical and towering, forming a "line of sky" terrain.
This is obviously a natural lightning shelter.
The deeper the valley bottom and the higher the mountain walls on both sides, the less likely it is for winding lightning to fall here.
"Cave." Du Yu's eyes widened slightly. While he was speaking, the wild silver lynx jumped out more than ten meters, which made him confirm what he saw.
"A hundred miles away, at the bottom of the canyon." Yang Qingqing murmured, "It should be here."
The two men slowed down their mounts and arrived at the entrance of the cave.
The tunnel is deep and it is unknown where it leads to.
Yang Qingqing raised one hand, and rose petals lingered on her fingertips.
“Huh~”
The petals fluttered slowly, igniting red flames.
As the woman pushed forward with one hand, a river of flaming petals rushed into the dark tunnel.
"Come, Youying." Du Yu held his hands in front of his face, and the Youying doll holding a big torch appeared quietly.
“Hmm!”
"Provide us with light and be careful." Du Yu held the little guy's head with both hands and turned it 180 degrees.
"Hmm!" Xiao Youying waved the torch, scattering little glow-green sparks, and skipped into the tunnel.
The two walked down until they came to a fork in the tunnel, where they stopped.
There are five passages in total, and I don’t know how deep they are.
"Go to the far right first."
"Yes." Du Yu's mind moved, and Xiao Youying stepped on the rune and ran to the right.
This is a winding downward path, and the further you go, the quieter it becomes.
It was as if the thunder in the sky was blocked out. In the long tunnel, the only sound was the "clack clack" of Bai Yujing's snowy hooves.
As for the Silver Lynx.
The soft pads under her paws made her footsteps soundless.
After walking for a long time, the terrain suddenly opened up.
However, there was no joy on Du Yu and Yang Qingqing's faces, instead their eyes were complicated.
In the huge area, gravel mounds are neatly arranged, and in front of the mounds, there are wooden tombstones.
Looking around, there are more than 200 of them.
Du Yu didn't feel scared, he just thought the scene was very desolate.
How desperate are the people who set up tombstones generation after generation
The words on tombstones are mostly simple: name, date of birth and death, and the person who erected the tombstone.
The sound of geese, geese echoing in the south, geese flying in the clouds.
Although it is very old, the name on the wooden tombstone is engraved on the wood and can still be clearly identified.
These people have come to this world, but have experienced the ravages of war and can only survive here with difficulty.
However, Yanjiang misjudged the situation and the human race did not perish.
Perhaps he did not misjudge.
In that era, the homeland was located in the middle of a battlefield, and very few people actually survived.
Du Yu whispered, "524 years."
Listening to her disciple's words, Yang Qingqing looked at the last row of tombstones on the right.
Yan Yao's Tomb, erected by Yan Jin in the 524th year of the Shenshu calendar.
The words engraved on the tombstone are very simple. They do not mention the relationship between the person who erected the tombstone and the deceased. The deceased does not even have a year of birth, only a year of death.
Perhaps, even the year of death remains to be verified.
After all, in this mountain world, there are only dark clouds and thunder in the sky, and no sun or moon, so the year must be questionable.
Yang Qingqing said calmly: "The Yan family has persisted for more than 200 years."
In this solemn place, Du Yu's voice was also very soft: "Master Qing, do you know when they were taken into the mountain world?"
"Well, Shanhai Bell has spoken."
Du Yu: "It's finally willing to communicate?"
Yang Qingqing nodded slightly: "The Yan people should have entered the bell in the 303rd year of the Great Xia calendar, which was also the third year of the birth of the Shanhai Bell.
Come on, go up."
Du Yu called Xiao Youying and followed Master Qing away silently. But before leaving, he took another deep look at Lin Lin's tombstone.
This ending is too sad.
The Mountain and Sea Bell is just a portal. There is no spiritual energy in this world of mountains and seas.
Except for the first generation of people who survived here, it is indeed difficult for the second generation and even the following generations of ordinary people to survive.
Even the first generation of spirit controllers, without spiritual energy supply, their lives were equally difficult.
As Du Yu moved forward in the tunnel, he realized that his home in the mountains was much larger than he had imagined.
Walking along the roads, you can see traces of life everywhere.
Until in a spacious area, Du Yu found the ancient book that had been sealed for a long time.
"Don't touch it." Yang Qingqing suddenly said.
Du Yu immediately retracted his hand and turned to look at his master.
Yang Qingqing: "The identity card is fragile, let the professionals take it."
"Yes." Du Yu suppressed his curiosity and looked around.
This place looks like a school, but not serious. There are traces of graffiti on the walls, as if children have scribbled or painted here.
In this mountain home that was like a maze, Yang Qingqing and Du Yu searched for a long time.
The immortal master's thinking was clear and very organized. He only walked to the right and then turned back at the end, not missing any passage.
The two climbed up the mountain for an unknown distance before finally arriving at the residential area.
Although this place is empty, Du Yu seems to have traveled through hundreds of years of time and saw traces of the ancient people's survival.
"Hmm!" As everyone quietly walked past dozens of residences, Xiao Youying suddenly cried out!
It picked up the big torch, stood at the entrance of the tunnel, and aimed straight ahead.
"Stop!" Du Yu hurried forward to stop them. While hugging Xiao Youying with both hands, he also saw a skeleton lying on the ground in the residence.
Come to think of it, he/she was originally sitting against the wall.
"Could this person be the last person to erect the monument?" Du Yu walked forward slowly, "Yan Jin?"
There seemed to be a dagger in the pile of bones.
Did he commit suicide
In the harsh environment of this mountain world, dark clouds and thunder and lightning, hunger and disease, divine oppression and despair, all of these constitute the reasons for the extermination of the race.
The tribesmen died one by one, until finally, the last
In the end, I chose to leave.
But there is no one to erect a monument.
Du Yu pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.
"Pick it up."
"Dagger?" Du Yu turned and looked at Master Qing.
"Take it back, and give an explanation to Shanhai Zhong."
"Okay." Du Yu carefully picked up the dagger. It was covered with rust and looked like an ordinary item.
"Let's go." Yang Qingqing sighed softly, turned and left.
Du Yu put away the dagger and followed silently.
The two walked and stopped along the way, and it took them more than an hour to finally return to the entrance.
"Oh" Du Yu let out a long sigh, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Shanhai Zhong is willing to open the Heavenly Gate for us. The people from Team 2 have already left." Master Qing's soft palm gently patted his shoulder.
Du Yu was puzzled: "When did Shanhai Zhong become so easy to talk to?"
"Because we have found the correct location, the second team that was exiled here is no longer needed by the Shanhai Bell."
Yang Qingqing snorted, "On the top of the mountains, next to the Jiarong grass. Let's go home."
"Um!"
The master and the disciple returned along the same route, walked out of the narrow valley, rushed out of the dense forest burning with wildfires, embarked on the mountain climbing journey, and reached the top of the mountains.
The clouds are rolling and the thunder is still roaring.
The sea of red leaves and flowers gradually came into view, and under the dark clouds, there was actually an illusory ancient bell floating.
Suddenly, there was a loud thunder, which struck the edge of the ocean!
“Boom!”
"Meow!" The wild silver lynx roared as if its fur was standing on end, and its speed dropped suddenly.
In the howling wind, Du Yu took off Jiarong's necklace with one hand and stuffed it directly into the tyrant's mouth: "Don't be afraid! Tyrant, charge!"
"Meow!" The wild silver lynx held the fruit in her mouth, and the sweet juice burst in her mouth. She suddenly increased her speed and rushed straight to the sea of red leaves and flowers.
The old voice came again: "Did you find it?"
Yang Qingqing: “My condolences.”
Jia Rongcao seemed to have expected this and sighed deeply: "Ah"
Du Yu looked up and saw the illusory, huge mountain and sea bell in the sky.
Is this the so-called Heavenly Gate
Yang Qingqing: "Just now, were there three men and one woman coming here?"
"Yes, they were attracted by the Mountain and Sea Bell. When they were communicating with me, they were covered by the Heavenly Gate and left."
"Thank you for your help, Jiarong, see you later." Yang Qingqing clamped her legs lightly on the deer's belly, and Bai Yujing leaped up and flew into the air.
She stretched out a flower vine in her hand and was about to roll it towards Du Yu, but she saw the red leaves and flowers on the top of the mountain suddenly grow wildly!
The long blades of grass seemed to stretch endlessly, crisscrossing and weaving rapidly.
In an instant, a deep red sky bridge appeared!
"Thank you!" Du Yu lowered his head and shouted loudly.
"Kachcha!"
A bolt of thunder struck from the sky, and the Red Leaf Bridge in front was instantly destroyed!
Du Yu was startled, and a strange rune appeared in his palm, preparing to build an aerial foothold for Huang Yinlin.
“Buzz!!!”
The already huge Mountain and Sea Bell suddenly grew even bigger, enveloping the master and his disciple.
“Bang!”
"Pah~" The deer and the lynx only felt a blurry lake in front of their eyes and water splashing under their feet.
In front of me are faces with burning eyes and full of joy.
Behind him is the towering bronze Shanhai ancient bell.
"Master Qing!"
"Du Yu." The deep pit was no longer a forbidden area. Lin Shiwei and Li Mengnan, who had been waiting here, strode forward.
Yang Qingqing showed an expression of admiration. Her disciples were now able to take charge of their own affairs.
She leaned over and patted both of their heads as a reward.
"Xilulu~" Fenghenju neighed, whistled past, and broke into endless wind demon breath, pouring into the woman's body.
"Nai!" Bai Yujing was blown sideways by the strong wind and called out in dissatisfaction.
Yang Qingqing covered her face with one hand, her long hair flying. Through the gaps between her slender fingers, she happened to see a woodcutter standing silently in front of the bell wall.
The wind and waves gradually subsided, and Yang Qingqing said softly, "Du Yu."
"Yes." Du Yu turned over, took out a rusty dagger from his pocket and handed it to the spirit of the Shanhai Bell.
"There are 246 tombstones, including the last person to leave, a total of 247 people."
The hands of the Shanhai Bell spirit gradually became solid, and it took the dagger with trembling hands, but its face became more and more illusory.
The sad flute sound still lingers in the valley.
Unfortunately, the last members of the tribe are no longer here.
there is none left,
The figures living in Shanhai Zhong's fantasy were finally pierced one by one by this rusty dagger.
"His name is Yan Jin." Du Yu patted Shan Hai Zhong's shoulder and whispered,
"Maybe."
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(End of this chapter)
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