Chapter 60 Drunken

The center of the mountain of millions of fierce beasts

The clouds here are thin, so the temperature at night is very low, and the moonlight is also very bright. A big mountain is as high as ten thousand feet and towering into the nine mountains.

At the top of the mountain, there are faint clouds and fog, as if the night is not night. A faint light always shrouded the top of the mountain. It exudes a fascinating pressure, which makes the creatures dare not approach and the dead dare not visit.

The eight wild cattle and tigers, more than 100 feet high, crawled in front of a big cave. The seemingly fierce big eyes, slippery and messy, showing a little tameness that does not match the body shape. A pair of fore palms stretched out flat, revealing blood-red tongues in the huge mouth, slowly licking the fur.

A pair of huge dark cyan horns, swinging slightly. Nearly 100 feet long tail, soft swinging. This seemingly strange scene turned out to be a disturbing wind and whirling.

Before the huge body of the eight wild ox and tigers, there was a deep cave with a deep blue color. In the cave, the space trembled from time to time, with a slight ripple. The temperature here is extremely low, and the frost fog condenses into pieces. Between them, there is an old man with a thin figure, white hair, white eyebrows, white beard and white clothes. With his eyes closed, he sat quietly on a jade platform in the depths. The slight invisible fluctuations on the body turned out to be the air around the body, raising a clear layer of shaking.

At this moment, his old eyes slowly opened, exhaled gently, and said, "Old man Lian, what kind of wind blew you here?"

"Hahaha..."

An old voice slowly emerged, and the space fluctuated violently in front of the old man in white. With the passage of time, the magnetic sound sounded. The originally swaying air suddenly seemed to have been drained.

For a moment, a thin black line appeared in the sky. Crooked, it is the magnetic sound coming from here. As the laughter fell, a pair of old but very strong hands suddenly stretched out from the black line. Then, the space on both sides of the twisted black line, as if it were two curtains, was actually torn apart by the hands.

A dark hole was like the hole standing in front of Yin Yifan that day. In the void, an old man, dressed in a black robe, with gray hair, accompanied by long eyebrows, mixed together, like a waterfall, drooping to his chest, but more scattered.

It seems to be old, but its figure is strong. It can be imagined that this mysterious old man must be a burly person when he is young. At this time, the old face was a little pale. But he couldn't stop his aura, and he smiled at the old man in white on the jade platform.

The old man in black immediately arched his hand and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, he coughed first.

On the jade platform, the old man in white suddenly changed his face, and the original light look also showed a touch of shock. A pair of old eyes couldn't help straightening up. He said, "Who is the old man? It hurt you!"

The old man waved his hand and smiled gently. He looked very unruly and seemed to care. He said slowly, "I went out of the mainland and went to [Chaos Ocean Sea]. I met a hard stubble and almost couldn't come back." After a moment, the words fell, and he seemed to think of something again. He shook his eyebrows, shouted angrily at the old man in white, blew his beard and said, "You are an old man. You have lived for so many years, and you actually called an old man to me, a young man who is only a few decades old, so you are not an old monster?"

The old man in white was not angry and said with a smile, "No wonder he will be injured. What's the matter with me this time?"

"It's okay!" The old man turned his head stiffly, but he was very disappointing. In a moment, he showed a smiling face. When he turned around, he said flatteringly, "Old monster, you must lend me your roll [Fengchen Nine] this time. I realized that a new way of casting can be used to cast cold. It's just that you need the nine rolls of dust in your hand to let me practice. At that time, you must be impressed by those immortals.

"Oh? What else did you come up with, a half-hanging caster? A smile appeared on the old man in white.

"Hmm!" When the old man heard that the old man in white said that he was a half-hanger caster, he couldn't help frowning and his face changed like the sky. It was very quickly. In a blink of an eye, he shouted angrily, "Do you want to borrow it or not?"

The old man in white shook his head and sighed, "I can't borrow it."

"Do you know what it is like to go back to the chaotic ocean?" The old man was surprisingly not angry, but he spoke from all over the world.

"I want to find that race. Get a roll of dust nine parts." The old man in white said lightly, as if he knows it.

It's not surprising that the old man sighed and said, "Unfortunately, that race has disappeared, and there is no news about the nine parts of the dust. I almost lost my life, and my strength is not as good as before.

"Nine parts of dust, only the extremely cold body can be cultivated, so you don't need it." The old man in white also sighed, and immediately raised a slight arc at the corners of his mouth. He said mysteriously, "But I can show you the way."

"Oh?" The old man opened his eyebrows and immediately opened his mouth.

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Another sunny day, the sun passed through the dense forest and sprinkled on the black and yellow loess, and the mud gradually formed into various shapes.

Yin Yifan carried Qi Run on his back and walked slowly among the mountains and forests with Fan Jian. The sound of hissing came from all around, and the wind brushed the branches. Qi Run pressed his face tightly against Yin Yifan's shoulder, with a confused face and blank eyes, quietly in a daze.

"Jianyuan, do you remember the agreement between you and me?" Yin Yifan walked slowly and silently looked at the winding road forward, as if he was thinking about something.

"Hmm?" Fan Jian looked into the distant sky, replied faintly and said, "There is no need to talk about the agreement. I help you, and I don't mean to repay you."

Yin Yifan took a look at Fan Jian, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and whispered, "I want to repay you for your kindness, but now there is a better way in front of you. Do you want to go?"

Fan Jian paused, grinned, turned his head, took a look at Yin Yifan, and said, "What's the good road?"

"Shangqingzong." Yin Yifan said casually and walked along the path without looking at Fan Jian's pale expression.

"Uh..." Fan Jian was stunned, his eyes were a little dazed, and he lost his voice, "Can you let me enter the Qing Sect?"

Yin Yifan looked back and smiled and nodded slightly.

Fan Jian couldn't help but be excited when he saw that he didn't seem to be joking. Immediately, he accelerated his pace to catch up with Yin Yifan's figure and walked beside him.

Yin Yifan turned his head, gently stroked Qi Run on his back with one hand, and said faintly, "I can let you enter, but in Shangqingzong as a cow and horse, or as a superior, it can only depends on your own efforts. And at your age, the realm of two and forty-four, you must start from the bottom to enter the sect.

Fan Jian was slightly stunned and nodded silently.

"When we get to the city, I will write a letter, and you can go." Yin Yifan stood on the mountainside and looked into the distance. The blurred gray shadow was exactly in line with the city.

"Then you two don't go to Qingzong?" Fan Jian hesitated and asked puzzled.

Yin Yifan was also stunned when he heard the words. He withdrew his sight and shook his head, but his teeth were clenched. He walked down the mountain path and said slowly, "Wherever you fall, you can get up. I don't want to go to anyone so early, at least wait for me to take revenge.

Fan Jian stood stunned, but his heart set off waves. At the age of 15 or 16 years old, he has such a heart. If he can grow up all the time, he must be a hero. At that time, it is not impossible to walk out of the Xuanji Empire.

Looking at the thin back with Qirun, a person looked at the past and was so lonely. But it showed another loneliness. From afar, there seems to be a sound. Hearing this, it was Yin Yifan's voice. With a bold smile, he gradually rose.

Pedestrians in the world are lonely,

With the snow, the scenery is infinite.

Who is the higher name in the world?

Once the rich and noble heaven was angry, and the ghosts in the troubled world cried and howled.

Those who are drunk are not willing to be at the mercy of the world.

The way freely given to me by heaven.

Against the mercy of all sentient beings.

Erase the justice of the world.

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The beginning of the third volume is about to open the bloody chapter!