The small country in southern Xinjiang is far away from the south, and there is a mountain on the western edge of the border, which is called Xianji Mountain. The mountains are surrounded by red clouds all year round, the fairy spirit is faint, and the top of the mountain is rocky, as if flying from the sky, and it is even more special among the red clouds.
Therefore, according to the old legend, there are immortals in the mountains, but of course no one has ever found half a fairy hair. Hongxia in this mountain has also become a strange talk among people after a meal. Except for the occasional visit by some obsessive seekers, it is no different from an ordinary hill.
Midnight.
The young man slowly climbed to the top of the mountain, standing on the rubble and going out.
He is not an immortal seeker, just a villager at the foot of the mountain.
Strangely, since he was sixteen years old this year, he has often had a strange impulse, as if something was waiting for him in the mountains. Whenever he couldn't hold back, he would come to the top of the mountain in a daze, but never found anything.
The rocks on the top of the mountain are very rough, with some very old textures on them, but they are just messy and disorganized. The teenager stretched out his hand and stroked it, inexplicably having a very kind feeling, and he didn't know what to do. I haven't felt this way since I was a kid...
"I don't know if it has something to do with my parents... Ask Uncle Xu and they all said that I was dreaming." The young man raised his head and looked at the stars and the moon in the sky. There are some red marks on the ground.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the pile of rocks: "It's really bad luck, I came all the way to this broken mountain, and Xiao Taohong from Yihong Court didn't know which bastard was the first to win."
Someone responded: "Shut up, the national teacher said..."
Following the voice, the two of them walked out of the pile of rocks. When they saw the young man, they were stunned at the same time, and half of the man's words were swallowed. Then it turned into a grin, and two long swords stabbed the boy at the same time.
The young man in the countryside is simple-minded and has very little knowledge. He has seen some immortal seekers in the past, and he is very polite to their local residents. He never thought that these people would kill without a word when they met, until they were stabbed by two long swords, he didn't know why.
The two left smiling. The young man was lying in the middle of the rubble, with blood gurgling from his chest. He stared at the direction where the two were leaving. He was dying and wanted to ask why
The two underestimated the youth's vitality and thought he would die. In fact, the young man himself had been practicing martial arts since childhood. If it wasn't too undefended, it would not be so easy for them to kill him. The young man was not dead for a while, but slowly he discovered that the rock that he was used to seeing since childhood gradually changed after being sprinkled with his own blood.
Under the moonlight, the stone slowly flashed a faint blue luster, mixed with the bright red blood, which was strange. Then the light seemed to be contagious, and blue light began to flash on the surrounding rocks. Within a moment, the rocks on the top of the mountain had almost all turned blue, and the young man lying on the ground on the verge of death suddenly disappeared.
There was a twist in front of him, and then there was a vast blood red, like a world stained with blood, with no end and no boundaries.
In addition to the white bones on the ground, there are also some stone tablet fragments, various weapon blade fragments, and sword hilts and blades scattered in all directions. In the surrounding red mist, there seem to be countless faces, twisting, roaring, and wailing.
"Is this... hell?" The young man's consciousness was about to lose his mind, "I hate..."
The young man himself did not realize that in this special area, there seems to be a special spiritual energy that is gradually repairing his body, and the body that should have died of blood loss is slowly recovering. It's a pity that his soul is too weak, his consciousness has been scattered, and he can't live.
In the roar and wailing in the depths of the soul, a vague voice suddenly sounded: "This bloodline... No wonder it can come here..."
"Bloodline?"
"You're dying?" The voice seemed very happy, "Such a weak soul, just right!"
Before the young man could react, a gloomy feeling came from out of nowhere, passed through the soul, and reached the depths of the sea of consciousness. The teenager could only feel that a terrifying grimace rushed towards him with a grimace in the depths of his soul, and the boundless darkness surrounded and devoured him.
"Seize the house..." This was the young man's last consciousness.
Unlucky to get home, first killed, and then taken away... Forget it anyway, the soul of the young man issued a final roar: "Occupy my body, then go and ask the national teacher, why!"
At this moment, a soul of unknown origin suddenly broke into this distorted space-time.
As if feeling the pull of the expelling shell that had just lost his soul, the soul dazedly got into the young expelling shell.
The grimace in the looting seemed a little unexpected, and immediately sensed that the new soul was not strong, so he simply did not do both, and even the new soul was swallowed in, trying to digest it.
"Boom!" With a loud bang, a huge amount of information that was beyond expectations and completely out of place poured in, grimacing at what to do, and with a muffled groan, the new soul was completely repelled by it.
It seems that the setback this time was quite fatal, and the grimace was suddenly much weaker, and even the form was unable to form. Like a tide, it was pushed back and left this body.
Only the new soul entrenched in the juvenile expelling the shell.
The boy opened his eyes, stunned.
"It turns out that there is really hell when you die. Is that what hell is like?"
silent.
After a while, a voice floated faintly: "What is the computer and mobile phone video novel AV that you are full of souls?"
The boy said, "Ah? Don't you know this after so many years in hell?"
"..." After a long while, the voice said helplessly: "Who are you?"
"My name is Qin Yi."
The voice seemed to be a bit mocking: "It's a coincidence, I learned from the soul that I just swallowed that the one who was possessed by you seems to be called Qin Yi."
Hearing this, the teenager immediately became alert: "No, this is not hell... Who are you?"
"You can call me tassel." The voice said slowly: "This is not hell, it is hell, do you... want to go out?"
"How to get out?"
"Pick me up and get out."
"pick it up?"
"You have a mace sticking diagonally into the ground, that's me."
Qin Yi: "..."
Just as Qin Yi pulled out his mace, the space was distorted, and the whole area suddenly disappeared. He opened his eyes and was on the top of the mountain again.
At the same time, the small village at the foot of the mountain.
An old farmer sat up from the kang.
The woodcutter opened the door and looked at the moon.
The yellow dog at the entrance of the village turned to look at the top of the mountain.
"Does the door open?"
"Not on."
"That's because what I guard is the gate, and what you guard is only the tomb."
"Actually, I don't want to guard the tomb."
"Then why don't you go?"
"It's gone, this is not the tomb anymore."
"I've never thought you'd speak so well."
…
South from the palace.
"Father Wang Ankang."
"Qinglin Qingjun, you came just right. The widow took Jindan from the national teacher last night, and I feel a little younger. Do you think my white hair is less?"
The young prince was silent for a long time, then whispered: "Father, there is no such thing in the world..." Seeing his father's face sinking, the prince didn't say anything, and changed the subject: "Last night, the Great General News, Chen Bingshicheng in Xihuang Kingdom, There seems to be a change."
The king waved his hand impatiently: "You deal with it."
"Yes." The prince stepped back silently.
Leaving the palace, turning his head to look back for a while, the prince turned his eyes away and looked at the resplendent Taoist temple in the west of the city, where pilgrims were woven like weaving, devoutly bowing their heads, and the lingering celestial music echoed, and the Taoist temple surrounded by fireworks looked like a fairy palace.
The prince's eyes gradually turned cold.
"Brother also hates Donghuazi?" A clear voice sounded in his ear.
"Also?" The prince looked at his sister, "Don't you admire immortals very much?"
"I admire immortals, but aren't immortals eating and drinking in the Qingming? How could it be possible to be the national teacher of Lao Shizi in this mortal world?"
The prince laughed dumbly: "Yes."
"Hey, in fact, there are legends about immortals in many places. Let's find a real immortal, and if we find a real immortal, I will follow him to practice..."
The prince looked at the Taoist temple and responded with a smile: "Okay, when I have time, I will accompany you to find it."