The Book of Troubled Times

Ye Wuzong was not angry when two children tricked him into chasing the wrong person.

It was just because of the wrong judgment that he felt ashamed, but in fact, he had more fun when it became difficult, and chased into the mountain with great interest.

When Zhao Changhe entered the mountain, he actually consciously misled his whereabouts. For example, he broke a tree branch on a certain path, but actually took another path. In the eyes of the master of Pirates, these traces are clumsy and childish, but they are very interesting.

Please, it's cold winter, the mountains are full of snow, and your lightness skills can't make you walk on the snow without a trace, no matter how you cover it up, no matter how you step on the branches, the traces in the eyes of a knowledgeable person are like a bright light guiding the way, directly Just follow along.

But the mountain is so big, it must be admitted that time has dragged on for a long time, and it is really not easy to quickly find a person who deliberately hides. Fortunately, the agreed time is three days, Ye Wuzong is still very confident that within three days Enough to find people out.

But after chasing after him, he gradually felt something was wrong.

After crossing the two hilltops, in the distance ahead is the place where the volcano once erupted, and the rocks are no longer the same as the surrounding areas.

Usually, there is no difference between the mountains and rocks, because the heavy snow covers them all, which can only be seen when the snow has melted.

There was no snow in front of my eyes. Of course, the snow is not naturalized... but there are extremely strong experts fighting fiercely here, and the snow in a large area is turned into a trickle under the cover of the fiery exercises, which looks like rejuvenation.

Where did the strong fight here? Zhao Changhe's level is definitely not at this level, and his strength is no worse than his own.

However, following the traces of snow melting and going into the mountain, the blood and corpses were never found, and Zhao Changhe was also nowhere to be found.

If Zhao Changhe was in this mountain, the distance would be enough for him to sense the aura of Jianwan, but there is no aura of Jianwan... Isn't it in this mountain?

Then it will be troublesome, the traces here are messy, and it is impossible to trace...

Ye Wuzong looked dumbfounded at the setting sun that had already fallen into the ground. The old man is playing a game with the junior, how can there be a master fighting bad things here!

The sun is still setting... Could it be that we can only run around in the dark and try our luck to sense Jianwan?

However, even if he tried his luck to sense Jianwan, he was doomed not to be able to sense it.

Because at this time Zhao Changhe has entered the secret realm.

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When Xia Chichi took Yang Qian far away to find Liutu Deer, Zhao Changhe quickly headed northwest into the mountain.

There are no people in the mountains in this winter, which is not good for covering up and disturbing the traces of their whereabouts. I feel that the footprints along the way are bright, but I can't help it.

Fortunately, I am very familiar with him, and I run very fast. Now there is one more convenience - the dragon bird can be put into the ring. This kind of space partition completely ignores the weight, and I lost dozens of catties in an instant Zhao Changhe has never felt that his lightness kung fu is so good, the treetops are light, the roc spreads its wings, and it is as light as a bird.

It didn't take long to reach the first mountain.

Who said that I stink like a bear, is there such an elegant bear?

Before I knew it, the sun was setting.

Zhao Changhe felt that the scene was quite beautiful, the setting sun reflected the snow, the clouds and mountains were surrounded by mist, it was no worse than the setting sun shining on Changhe.

The song of the woodcutter came from afar: "Yunshan, cut off the shore of the world of mortals; Youguan, the world in the pot is wide..."

Zhao Changhe subconsciously slowed down as he listened.

That's right... If Tang Wanzhuang was here, she would probably say "slow down and take a look at the scenery along the way." When you come to Kunlun, you are intriguing, do you remember what Kunlun looks like? How is Yuxu? What is Kungang?

It's a pity... Such a thought obviously flashed through my mind, but I still couldn't stop walking. After all, I was entangled in important things and didn't have that kind of time.

When things are done, come back and watch again.

Facing him, an old woodcutter came down the mountain with two baskets of firewood on his shoulders.

It was cold on the mountain, and the woodcutter was dressed in plain clothes, but this time it was difficult for Zhao Changhe to judge whether the woodcutter was a master like when he saw Ye Wuzong selling wontons. After all, sweating from collecting firewood may not necessarily be cold. Judging from his deep footprints on the snow alone, he really doesn't seem to be very strong.

Zhao Changhe thought for a while, and jumped off the treetops. He used his crane control skills to suck out a coat from the ring, and handed it to the woodcutter: "The old man is going down the mountain and it's cold, add some clothes."

The woodcutter looked at him rather curiously, and said with a smile, "Why do you care about this place of wicked people?"

Zhao Changhe said: "My heart is with me, what has it to do with the earth?"

The woodcutter laughed: "That's right, that's right..."

He put down the firewood, took out a wine gourd and took a sip: "I have my own wine to keep out the cold, and I don't accept other people's clothes. Take it back, little brother."

Zhao Changhe didn't force it, took back his clothes, and took a sip from the gourd around his waist. It suddenly occurred to me, damn it, I forgot, is Tianlingzi's gourd still there?

Seeing that he was also drinking, the woodcutter smiled and said, "Little brother also keeps out the cold?"

Zhao Changhe shook the wine gourd: "But the world is wide in the pot."

Pretend who won't...

The woodcutter laughed loudly: "I'm so anxious, burning like a flame, how can I be lenient?"

Zhao Changhe said: "In order to be lenient in the future."

The woodcutter nodded: "The heart is burning with flames, and the person who turns his appearance outside is a devil. The evil of Kunlun is nothing more than this. Be careful, little brother, don't wait until later."

One by one, the woodcutter pulled in the direction of the fire. Did the woodcutter know his destination or was it a coincidence?

Zhao Changhe became cautious and asked, "If the fire in your heart becomes a demon, how should you deal with it?"

"External demons can be killed, but internal demons cannot be restrained. It's just love." The woodcutter took the firewood leisurely and continued down the mountain without further words.

Zhao Changhe looked at his back, and suddenly shouted: "When I finish my work, if I'm interested in visiting Kunlun, I'll have a drink with my husband."

The woodcutter smiled without looking back: "How did you find me?"

Zhao Changhe said: "If the old man welcomes you to come down for a drink, you can leave an address. Kunlun is a dangerous place, so it doesn't matter if the old man doesn't say anything."

The woodcutter continued down the mountain.

Shanfeng sent him a ballad: "I live in three rooms in Yunshui House, with a thousand poles of wind, moon and bamboo. One puppet makes trouble in the shed, and looks at the top of Kunlun. If you are safe, you will have no worries; you will see the world in the pot. Width."

Zhao Changhe watched the woodcutter's figure leave, not only did he not feel that the woodcutter was pretending to be aggressive, but rather liked this kind of artistic conception, it seems that his youthful taste was not a result of evening makeup, but was inherent in his bones.

So it goes well with evening makeup too?

It's a pity that things are in a hurry, and it's been a long time since I played the piano.

Everyone is the same, so why not make up yourself at night?

Zhao Changhe sighed, continued to quicken his pace, and went straight to the volcano.

I'm afraid Ye Wuzong has already chased him at this time, and I really don't have time to taste anything here.

Turning over two more hills, the sun is almost setting. If Jianwan's instructions are correct, the secret realm should be on the hill ahead, which is the place where people said in Kunlun City that there used to be "Huoyan Kungang".

There are legends about this place, of course, it has been surveyed countless times by people digging three feet into the ground. Obviously, it is the same as the legend of Xuanwu Lake in the ancient sword lake.

If he came to find it by himself, Zhao Changhe didn't have much confidence. The cracking of the Xuanwu secret realm was not based on himself at all.

Just as he was thinking so, flames suddenly burst into the mountains ahead.

It was as if a raging fire rushed to the sky, dyeing all the clouds and clouds in all directions, and the sky above Kunlun became an illusion of fiery red.

Of course, this is really an illusion, but the meaning of the flames in front is too ferocious, which brings about psychological oppression.

Looking closely, a woman was being besieged by a group of gangsters.

The meaning of flames is not only emitted by women, but everyone has it... You can almost see that some people's eyes are shaped like flames, which looks very mysterious and terrifying.

The flames are heavy, replacing the eyes...

Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered what the woodcutter said just now... The heart is burning with flames, and the one who turns his appearance to the outside is also a demon.

A group of bewitched... I don't know if it's because the bewitched is three times stronger, these people are so strong, Zhao Changhe feels that each of them is stronger than himself, with a sweep of the long sword, a raging fire will pass by, and a slap of the palm, a fire dragon will rise.

The heat wave so much that the surrounding snow began to melt, turned into streams, and began to evaporate again.

But what was more terrifying was that woman.

"Whoosh!" Slender hands passed through the flames and grabbed a person by the throat.

With a "boom", the flames exploded, burning the other party into coke.

The sword struck from behind, the woman wandered like a snake, spread her wings like a bird, flew past, and turned into a charred corpse.

A group of opponents that Zhao Changhe thought were stronger than herself, none of them could survive a round in her hands, completely massacring them! The ferocious aura shook the sky, and the appearance of the Dharma stood out, forming the illusion of the fiery red that dyed Kunlun just now.

Zhao Changhe galloped up, and was so close that he could already see the woman's face clearly.

Under the flaming eyes was Huangfu's long-lost face.