With one hand, he picked up the crushed stones and sand, and looked carefully before his eyes.
The aura that destroyed it had long since dissipated. Zhao Weiyang slowly straightened up and looked up at the collapsed mountain road in front of him.
No grass grows on the rock wall, which is a rare sight in Yunzhou. It is humid, hot and rainy. Even if a stone is left in the wild for three months, it will be covered with moss, and it will be entangled by vines.
After the valley collapsed, it formed an unknown shape.
Those deep traces, imprinted on the rock wall, are extremely shocking.
Zhao Weiyang swept up the rock and smeared the traces with his fingers.
- The palm couldn't help but tremble a little, because the meridian of the pulse gate was stimulated, just because it was close to the long streaks that went down in the depression.
"Fairy."
Zhao Weiyang murmured.
He has been in the fairyland for a hundred years, and he has seen with his own eyes how difficult it is for the little fairy who has just ascended.
Fortunately, there was no successor to the Nanhe Sect. Many years later, a Cui Shaoxin appeared. Zhao Weiyang didn't have to do anything, and directly became a small real immortal. Not only the strength, but the vision is different from those of the immortals. I have seen a fairy with good power, and I have also inquired about how to forge a fairy.
No one is in the immortal world, and they still use the magic weapon brought from the world.
This kind of fierceness is so sharp that even the scars still have lasting power. Only a fairy can do it. What it destroys and tears is the basis of the existence of all things. This effect above the heavenly way makes Zhao Weiyang clear at a glance.
His expression gradually became ugly.
Immortal artifacts are not extinct in the mortal world, but monks cannot use such power. Among them, the most powerful piece Zhao Weiyang has ever seen is the Dragon Lock Pillar that Venerable Huanjian took out when he was dealing with the Yinchen Python. Zhao Weiyang looked at it from a distance and vaguely felt that it was a good fairy weapon. In the hands of Venerable Huanjian, it is estimated that only Yinchen Python knows how powerful it is.
Now that Venerable Huanjian has fallen into a small world, when did such a powerful fairy weapon appear in the mortal world
Zhao Weiyang frowned and said nothing.
In his previous life, he had never been to such a remote Wanteng County in Yunzhou, nor had he heard of such a mess of Qiuzijing. Zhao Weiyang is very clear that if there is a fairy artifact buried here, it is not unusual that it was either quietly stolen by someone who made a fortune in a muffled sound in his previous life, or that no one has ever discovered it.
After pondering for a while, Zhao Weiyang quietly left.
In Wanteng County, every household sticks talisman paper on the doors and windows, hangs small bronze mirrors, and sticks peach branches.
Every time they saw a foreigner, they would show a vigilant look, staring at him badly, wishing they would leave quickly.
Of course, Zhao Weiyang didn't step into Wanteng County rashly.
He painted his face black, changed into a set of coarse clothes, carried a medicine basket and a hoe, and mixed into a group of herb collectors who had traveled through mountains and rivers. Even if a monk lived in Wanteng County, it would be difficult to find his trace.
Over the years, Zhao Weiyang has relied on these unsurprising methods to hide from the eyes and ears of the cultivation world.
He wandered around Wanteng County twice, and soon learned that six years ago, mountain bandits died in the city overnight. Some corpses were incomplete, and a group of foreigners also disappeared. This happened in the valley. After the collapse, Wanteng County came up with the saying that the demon well was harmful to people, and those who had done bad things could not wait to worship incense day and night.
Zhao Weiyang didn't find out anything useful, but he encountered a strange person.
It was a young scribe in gray clothes, with a thick layer of lead powder on his face, painted like a ghost. If it weren't for a few servants who followed him, he might have been taken by the suspicious people of Wanteng County with sticks. Ghost fight.
It is said that the literati and scholars of the previous dynasty, the children of the aristocratic clan, did have the ethos of applying grease and powder to their faces, but no one would smear themselves like an actor, and they could not see their true colors.
What's especially ridiculous is that even the back of the neck and ears are rubbed with powder.
So the scribe's collar and placket were rustled with a layer of falling powder.
This is not the case, the servants behind the scribes look very curious.
An old man with a hunched back, but not on crutches, seems to be a natural Luoguo, the other has a mustache, has no eyebrows, his nose is almost slumped, his face is blue, and there is a big gap between his eyes, which is still bulging out. When he rolled his eyes to look at people, Shengsheng was so frightened that a child squatting and playing on the street was crying.
The remaining few servants are also strange looking, both ugly and fierce.
Passers-by looked sideways, lest they be too late to avoid it.
Zhao Weiyang smacked his lips, feeling amused in his heart: Where did this demon cultivator come from? You don't even need to hide your eyes, just go out in the shape of your transformation
Even this question was easily resolved when he passed by this pedestrian.
A smell of sea water! !
The corners of Zhao Weiyang's mouth twitched. He prides himself on being smart, and he has always been contemptuous of stupid people (a stupid fish and a stupid shrimp). In his words, even if he is "so stupid", he can still live to this day. .
What are these sea monsters doing in Yunzhou
Is it also for the missing fairy artifact
Zhao Weiyang speculated, and had a bad premonition. He was investigating why Venerable Guiming disappeared, and what did Chen He do in Yunzhou. If the fairy weapon fell into Chen He's hands, he wanted to take revenge on the world. There is really no hope.
Zhao Weiyang, who couldn't find any clues, left Wanteng County on the same day.
In the hundreds of years of the Aggregation Sect, no one has entered Heiyuan Valley. Although Zhao Weiyang was an elder of the Aggregation Sect in his previous life, he only knew a general location of Heiyuan Valley.
He walked towards the Sky Cliff unhurriedly, not forgetting to inquire about what happened six years ago along the way, but he was naturally disappointed.
Speaking of gains...
The group of stupid fish, stupid shrimp, and the literati with thick face actually went in the same direction as Zhao Weiyang. They always met unexpectedly at inns, roadside tea houses, and road crossings.
Zhao Weiyang was forced to change his attire countless times, the woodcutter, the hunter, and the porter...
Then he realized that it was pointless to be so tired!
Because the eyes of these guys are higher than the top, they don't put mortals in the eyes at all, even if Zhao Weiyang never changes his disguise, they may not be able to notice! Not even following Zhao Weiyang!
Why did the group of demon cultivators walk slower than the dawdling Zhao Weiyang
Because they are so, stupid!
I have gone around many wrong roads, just because the final destination is Heiyuan Valley, so every time I find the right direction and walk on the right road, I will bump into Zhao Weiyang once.
After learning the truth, Zhao Weiyang began to explore, and he followed them calmly.
Now it's miserable...
The hardest thing in the world is that the person you follow is a Luna, but you know Lu!
Watching the idiots go farther and farther, twist and turn again and again, but can't rush out to show them the way!
With cold eyes, I watched the idiot finally walk in the right direction and detour to the correct path, but it took less than half an hour to heal! wrong again!
The most ridiculous thing is that these guys didn't realize it, they thought they were going all the time, and complained that the mountain road was difficult to recognize, and the Heiyuan Valley was too far away.
Zhao Weiyang couldn't help but ponder, how did these demon cultivators come to Yunzhou from the sea
Yunzhou is located in the southern border, and mountains are connected to mountains. With their way of walking, could it be that it took several years to reach Wanteng County
In fact, Zhao Weiyang's guess is not far off.
Zhao Weiyang's patience was exhausted, so he simply gave up following them, rushed to Motianya, and waited leisurely for them in a market town at the foot of the mountain.
One day, two days…
On the afternoon of the third day, Zhao Weiyang was in a teahouse in Zhenkou. When he was about to fall asleep, he finally saw the group of ugly demon cultivators.
Jiading kept fanning the scribe.
The demon cultivator can transform into a human form, and after being promoted to Nascent Soul, he is not afraid of cold and heat at all, but there is a hurdle in his heart that cannot be overcome.
The monks go down into the sea, even if they have a cultivation base, they don't want to stay for a long time. This is a reason. Fish, shrimp and crabs have been ashore for a long time, and they are basking in the sun again, and I always feel uncomfortable everywhere.
"Mr. Ghost Clam, look, there's a teahouse over there!"
"Hmph, the place where mortals pick leaves and soak them in water..." said the scribe, whose face was covered in powder, contemptuously.
"But there's water over there! Cold water!"
The sharp-eyed and puffy-mouthed clerk opened his mouth, panting, and said, "Can I have a few copper pots of cold water, take a breather!"
The scribe thought for a while, then nodded: "That's right, you go first, pick up a seat, don't get too close to those mortals."
In fact, there is no need to worry about this at all. If there is a fishy smell on their bodies, even ordinary people can't help frowning and sit in a more ventilated seat.
-Everyone is here to drink tea, not to go to the abalone shop.
The teahouse clerk pulled a face, and heard that he was not here for tea, as long as water was needed, he was even more annoyed.
When they saw their indescribably famous satin clothes, the man simply sold white water at the price of good tea, and slapped Mr. Ghost Clam and the others.
Is the South Sea monster short of money
There is no shortage, and they have deliberately exchanged money to use them when they landed this time! Otherwise, according to the market situation in the South China Sea, doing business with monks for Lingshi Qizhen, and buying things with mortals is paying for pearls.
I didn't even ask about the inappropriateness of the price. After taking the silver, one person (?) picked up a pot of cold water and drank it happily. That attitude was even more arrogant than others!
Zhao Weiyang didn't need to peep at it, he could follow all the dumbfounded people in the teahouse and stare at them openly.
"How far is the Motian Cliff from here?"
The powder on Mr. Ghost Clam's hands and face was sticking to the body and the mouth of the pot.
The teahouse clerk looked like he wanted to curse, but for the sake of money, he held it back: "Motianya... Enter the mountain, follow the people who enter the incense to Qiuye Temple, turn from the temple to the back mountain, and pass two The rope bridge, how to go no matter how remote, wait until you see a bottomless, gloomy, haunted cliff."
The tortoise-like servant winked at Mr. Ghost Clam: "The news that Liang Yange bought, that Heiyuan Valley is indeed near the Sky Cliff."
"Humph."
Mr. Ghost Clam pursed his mouth and gestured: "Buy a few more pots of cold water, and we'll set off..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a red shadow suddenly flashed, and the houseman with a big gap between his eyes and a pointed mouth screamed, his hands fluttering, and he fell to the ground.
"Who?" The demon cultivators were furious.
I saw a fat baby wearing a red apron with a bare bottom, grabbing the two feet of the family and dragging it outside.
The power is infinite! While everyone was stunned, Nang Nang dragged the servants out of the teahouse.
A wandering Taoist priest came to the end of the street. Seeing this from a distance, he was amazed: "What are you doing, kid?"
The corners of the fat baby's mouth were curved, and a small fat leg stepped on the stomach of the family, and said triumphantly to the Taoist: "Fish!"