Chapter 218 Shaozi 1

Under the leadership of Wupan, Sang Mingyu, Ai Sang, Bai Miao and Xu Di climbed the peak of Fengju from Fuxi Bridge in Fengju Yumen. Under the Fuxi Bridge, the huge waterfall roared under its feet like a white dragon, rolling into the clouds and leaking into the clouds, and the ears were full of rumbling waterfalls.

"Big boss," Xu roared, "I've decided to be a witch! It's too awesome. The Taiwu didn't move his fingers. In an instant, he was seriously injured and fled. Hey, I can't even resist a move under him!"

"Not bad." Looking at the richness in front of him, Bai Miao was also excited, " boss, your decision is too wise, and I want to be a witch!"

Sang Mingyu laughed, glanced at Ai Sang, and said softly, "Aisang, don't worry, I will always keep that promise."

"It's up to you." Ai Sang shook his head sadly, "My father and brother are dead, my family is gone, and my clan is destroyed. I... don't know what I should do. Perhaps, being an indisputable witch is my best place!"

Sang Mingyu felt a pain in his heart and reluctantly smiled, "Why do you have to do anything!" The three of us will protect you and make you as happy as a princess! No one in the whole wilderness dares to bully you.

"Not bad!" Xu Di shouted, "You are the princess of the three of us. Whoever dares to bully you, I will beat him!"

Bai Miao looked at her silently, and there was a flush on her face, but she sighed and said nothing. Ai Sang suddenly thought of Shaoqiu. Compared with the ambitious Sang Mingyu, maybe Shaoqiu is the closest to his ideal, but... she smiled sadly: "I know you are good to me... Mingyu, am I useless? I know that Shaoqiu killed my family and destroyed my family, but I still can't kill him.

The three teenagers looked at each other in con's sight. Sang Mingyu coughed and said with a forced smile, "Aissan, why are you useless? Shaoqiu is a friend of all of us and an enemy of all of us. We are all faced with such a difficult choice. Don't think nonsense. The gods are above, and the reason is clear. People who do evil will eventually be punished by him. Perhaps the gods will use our hands, or maybe they will use the hands of others. It's all the same."

Assan was silent and followed them all the way through the Fuxi Bridge.

Wu Pan has been leading the way ahead and ignored them. He stopped at the bridge and turned around and said, "Brother Sang, this is Fengju. Witches usually don't enter Fengju. I can only send you here."

"But," Sang Mingyu was stunned, "Didn't Taiwu ask you to recommend me to Shaoqi?"

Wu Pan smiled faintly: "What Taiwu wants to say, Shaoqi already knows what he wants to say. It's the same whether I say it or not. You go all the way up this mountain path to the Shaoqi Temple. Take care of yourself!" After saying that, his body floated away.

The four of them stared at each other, and Sang Mingyu smiled: "What are you staring at? When you get here, do you have to give up halfway? Let's go, you and my glory are just around the corner. Our name will soon shake the wilderness!"

The four people followed the path pointed by Wu Pan and went up all the way. Along the way, strange flowers and grass appeared one after another, and strange rocks were suddenly standing, which was a little more awe-inspiring than the jade gate. Unexpectedly, the more you climb up, the climate has changed dramatically. If it is still spring time by the Fuxi Bridge, after climbing a hundred feet, it will be the hot summer. The sun is burning the peaks, and the four people are sweating. Climbing again a hundred feet, but it is the solemn scenery in autumn. The golden wind blows the mountain forest, the paraquats are withered, and the fallen leaves are flying; climbing again. Climbing a hundred feet, the scenery suddenly changed, and the whole body was covered with snow, and the sky was full of goose feather-like snow, covering the whole mountain peaks. The cold air forced people to come, the muscles and bones, and the four people only had good luck to resist the cold.

"What's going on?" Assan shivered with cold and wondered, "How can there be four seasons on a mountain peak?"

"Mountains are also life, just like human beings." A lazy voice suddenly sounded on the roadside, "People have seven emotions and six desires. How can't the mountains have four distinct seasons?"

The four people turned their heads in amazed and saw a ragged old man lying lazily in the tree hole under a thick sycamore tree with four or five people hugging together.

This sycamore tree is so thick that it has grown for tens of millions of years. The trunk is mottled, and the roots are broken from it, as if a door hole has been opened in the middle. The space is enough to accommodate seven or eight people to lie in it and sleep, just to cover the wind and snow. The old man lay in a tree hole, with thin clothes and only a brown silk robe. There were big holes everywhere in the robe, and he was shivering with cold.

Seeing that he was pitiful, Ai Sang couldn't help saying, "Sir, how cold it is here!" Why don't you take a few steps down to... the summer of the mountain?

The old man turned over, turned to them, and sighed, "If you want to understand the Tao, at the end of the sky, in the prosperity, you are only fascinated by the sound and color, and fall into the world."

As soon as he turned over, the four people were suddenly shocked, but they saw that the old man's face turned out to be two black eyes, and his eyes were completely gone! With a scream from Ai Sang, Sang Mingyu and others also sank from the bottom of their hearts.

"My father-in-law, how far is it from here to the Temple of Shaoqi?" Sang Mingyu Road.

"Less to the temple? Are you looking for Shaoqi?" The old man sighed, "It's far away! From then on, I climbed over the world, and after a lifetime, I arrived!"