Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

 The reason why it is confirmed at a glance.

 Except for the vague French text on the photo.

 The most important thing is the name of the gold watch.

 Cardia!

 The oldest luxury brand in France started from the watch industry and was established in the 1840s, which is fifty years ahead.

 In his previous life, he once bought an old-fashioned Cartier mechanical watch in the second-hand market.

 It’s just the only difference.

 The latter is a wristwatch.

 “France?”

 Listen to his mumbling.

The people around him were confused, and they only vaguely felt that it was a place name.

It was Yang Fang who asked thoughtfully.

“Are they the foreign devils who broke into the capital during the Gengzi Year, burned, killed and looted?”

“Brother Yang Fang knows?”

 Chen Yulou's heart moved, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes when he looked at him.

Although the Gengzi Rebellion occurred more than ten years ago, it was still difficult to survive in the troubled times. The poor people at the bottom had no chance to know what happened in the capital.

“Master Luo, who taught me boxing, was once a member of the Boxer Rebellion. Unfortunately, after the defeat, he became disheartened and lived in seclusion by the Yellow River, making a living by fishing.”

Yang Fang's eyes revealed a hint of memory.

At that time, he was young and did not understand the heroism of killing one dragon, two tigers and three hundred sheep, let alone the momentum of the gods getting angry and the immortals getting angry and going down the mountain together to preach the Tao.

He only remembered that Master Luo took advantage of the wine and the strength of his fists to say it twice, but he was only interested in the boxing moves. Seeing his lack of interest, there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

"I see."

 Chen Yulou nodded with emotion.

In just over ten years, the world has changed, and the King's Banner at the top of the city has changed one after another.

 For the poor people in the mountains of western Hunan, the capital is too far and the mountain roads are too dangerous.

 Most people may not be able to walk beyond the 100,000 Mountains in their lifetime before this.

 “It was originally the queen of Yiquan.”

 “No wonder you kid robbed the rich and gave to the poor in the rivers and lakes.”

 The old foreigner who was most familiar with Yang Fang and had the closest relationship secretly patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice.

People in Jianghu may not know about the Gengzi Incident, but the word "Boxer Rebellion" is very familiar to their ears.

Hearing this, Yang Fang shook his head repeatedly. Instead of being very excited, he was filled with a sense of guilt.



Master Luo would not have been depressed for the rest of his life, drinking to drown his sorrows all day long.

 “Kaizi, are there any other discoveries?”

Without worrying too much about this matter, Chen Yulou gently clasped the gold watch in his hand. He only heard a crisp clicking sound and the pocket watch was clasped again.

Huamaguai shook his head, "That's all for now..."

"That's strange. Judging from their appearance, even if they just entered the city, they should have luggage with them."

 Hear this reply.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but frown.

　　The group of East India Company people who appeared in the ancient city of Xiye, although they were only a small team of a few people, carried a full six or seven camel team with dry food, water and tools.

At present, there are more than ten people hanged here alone.

 It shouldn’t be empty.

“Shopkeeper, is it possible that there is another team in the city?”

“Or is it that the team was originally very large, but internal strife broke out, and these people died at the hands of their teammates?”

Huamaguai still has a bright mind.

 In the blink of an eye, two possibilities came to mind.

Even Chen Yulou heard it and felt that what he said was reasonable.

However, he had another guess in his mind.

That is whether the disappeared remnants of the Guidong Clan are not dead, but have been hiding here, like ghosts in the dark night, guarding this place together with those black snakes.

certainly.

This possibility is extremely slim.

 After all, these people were not the only ones who had been to the ancient city before.

 At least in the past few decades, Azhiya, a wizard from the Uighur tribe, has visited many times.

Also, although the road in the Black Desert is as difficult as climbing to the sky, for thousands of years, ruthless people who want money or life will inevitably force their way across it.

If there are still people living in the ancient city of Jingjue.

 The news has been out for a long time.

“What’s going on? We have to go to the city to find out.”

  Putting aside his thoughts, Chen Yulou waved his hand and led everyone into the city in person.

The appearance of the black snake made him dare not take any chances. Not only were those ghosts highly poisonous, they were also extremely vindictive.

This is why he did not hesitate to use the evil-destroying talisman in the Yunlutian Book just now to forcibly kill him.

 I am worried that my breath will attract a tide of snakes.

 It's just a lone viper.

Even if a tide of snakes comes, even he dare not say that he can kill them easily and then escape unscathed.

after all.

 I really want to lure Luofu down.

 It will definitely alarm the person in the ghost cave.

Before the final level, the most important thing is to keep your trump card. Otherwise, if you use all the final tricks, wouldn’t it mean that you have to be wary of it if you take the first step?

 The group of people spread out in all directions.

While holding the wind lantern torch, he also held the pistol tightly to prevent sudden changes in the city.

 Another team as Huamaguai guessed.

　　Or the wolves and wild beasts taking shelter in the city.

But the silence all the way after entering the city was terrifying, and even the howling cold wind was mostly blocked by the Zagrama Mountains. After blowing into the ancient city, it only stirred up small waves of wind.

 Pitch-black lights illuminate the surroundings.

The outer city is full of low mud houses. After thousands of years, they have weathered or simply collapsed, turning into ruins.

 Judging from the murals in Prince Gumo’s tomb when they were down the well that day.

At that time, the allied forces of the thirty-five countries had already arrived at the city. As a result, the gods sent down a heavenly punishment, destroying the entire royal city and countless elite people in an instant.

 Until many years later.

 As the sand dunes move.

 This ancient city has just reappeared in the world.

  Judging from the current situation, there is flowing yellow sand everywhere in the city, which corresponds to the records in the murals.

 The only bad thing is.

  Counting from the sea of ​​fish.

In the blink of an eye, almost half a month has passed since they entered the black desert.

 After such a long time, the whole group has become accustomed to it.

 The only bad thing is.

 The ancient city of Jingjue is really too vast.

 After walking for more than half an hour, we finally passed through the outer city and entered the center of the ancient city.

 Different from the outer mud houses.

There are obviously many more turrets and stone halls in the city. At first glance, it seems that the most elite nobles live there.

 Pile up with large black stones.

Even after thousands of years, wind and sand have not been able to erode the building.

 The light shines on the stone wall, reflecting a dazzling luster like black crystal.

 If you don’t know its origin.

Those who don’t know the goods will probably think it is Hetian black jade.

 Not long.

A few others walked through a long street submerged in yellow sand.

The crooked stone tower finally appeared in sight.

There are six floors in total, carved from a single piece of black mountain stone. From a distance, it looks like a freshly baked black porcelain bottle.

 Before this, they had only seen it in murals and ancient albums.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I realize that the ancient pagoda is solemn and solemn, and has an indescribable and amazing beauty.

"finally reached."

 “Isn’t this the Queen’s Palace?”

“Not really, it feels more like a religious altar.”

Most of the people present were experienced tip-fighters.

Even though his eyesight is not as good as Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle.

 But outside, he is still a first-class old man.

Looking up at this moment, after a few simple exchanges, he guessed the function of the stone tower.

“What are you thinking about? You’ll know if you go in and take a look.”

Yang Fang gently waved the magic whip in his hand.

He felt that he had been eating and drinking for free all the way down and had not made much contribution. At this moment, he opened his mouth to ask for a tassel and go ahead to explore the way into the stone tower for everyone.

only.

 Haven’t even taken a few steps.

 His shoulders were held down.

"etc…"

The old foreigner grabbed the robe on his body. Seeing Yang Fang's eyes showing surprise, he subconsciously pursed his lips not far away.

"No hurries."

 “Didn’t you see anyone guarding you?”

 “Is there anyone?!”

Hearing this, Yang Fang couldn't help but frown.

It wasn't until he glanced at the old foreigner's smiling face from the corner of his eye that he finally reacted.

 Hold the lantern forward.

 In the flickering firelight, a low figure flashed past.

Seeing this, he subconsciously increased the strength of the hand holding the whip.

 When you still want to take a closer look.

 The reminder of the partridge whistle has been heard in my ears.

 “It’s an ancient corpse…”

They saw a lot of corpses along the way.

 There were merchants who did business between Central Asia and the Western Regions and eventually died in the desert, and there were also foreign devils who were swallowed up by sandstorms in order to steal cultural relics.

 There are not many ancient corpses.

 Most of them are buried in tombs.

 Such as the stone coffins we saw along the way and the Gumo Stone Hall hidden under the well.

Yang Fang couldn't help but feel a little curious. He looked at it carefully and saw a door standing at the bottom of the stone tower where it met the quicksand.

 And at the tower gate.

 There is a corpse sitting cross-legged.

 It is shaped like an old monk who has entered meditation.

Looks like he must be some years old, and his body is covered with dust, but his gestures are extremely weird. One hand is on his lower abdomen, and the other is pointing to the sky above his head.

Although most of the clothes on his body have been corroded, some of them can still be seen from the material and style. It is at least a thousand years old.

 “Is it the gatekeeper?”

Huamaguai frowned and suddenly came up with a word.

The gatekeeper is roughly equivalent to the Buddhist pagoda monk or the Tantric Tiebang Lama.

 This ancient corpse must have been waiting here for many years.

  Has never moved.

　Judging from where he is sitting, it seems that he is trying to prevent outsiders from entering the tower.

“Whether it’s the doorkeeper or the one who opens the door, both have been dead for thousands of years.”

Yang Fang raised the corner of his eyes, murderous intent appearing in his eyebrows.

 The magic whip in his hand is the most powerful tool for restraining evil spirits.

 It has been here for so long, but it has never been put to use. If it is rigor mortis, it can just loosen his bones.

With a cold shout, as he spoke, he was already walking straight towards the tower door with a four-edged steel whip in hand.

 The old foreigner was a cautious person, so when he saw this situation, his heart sank.

But how could he sit back and watch Yang Fang go into danger alone.

　　I immediately took off my umbrella and hurriedly followed.

The two of them stood outside the door, one behind the other. The wind lamp swept over them, and the ancient corpse sitting cross-legged on the ground was immediately reflected more clearly.

 Standard Western appearance.

Eyes closed tightly.

 Because he was covered in yellow sand, he looked like a clay statue of a Bodhisattva. But as he looked at it, Yang Fang couldn't help but feel a touch of surprise in his eyes. For some reason, he always felt that the ancient corpse in front of him looked more and more familiar.

 Until the corner of his eye glanced at the old foreigner beside him.

He just reacted suddenly.

  The appearance of the ancient corpse... seems to be carved from the same mold as that of the old foreigner.

As if he noticed something strange about him, the old foreigner looked away from the darkness behind the tower door and glared at him with a frown.

 “Have you seen a ghost?”

"No..." Yang Fang swallowed and pointed at the ancient corpse in front of him, "You didn't notice anything wrong?"

“The corpse’s energy has dissipated and there is no resentment. Why, can it still come back to life?”

 The old foreigner shrugged and smiled.

 The first time he came over, he carefully checked the aura on the ancient corpse.

What the Bishan lineage is best at is restraint, and they have many unique secret methods for dealing with rigor mortis.

With a casual glance, he realized that the ancient corpse had no chance of becoming stiff.

 Let’s not waste any more time and turn our attention to the depths of the black tower.

"no…"

Yang Fang shook his head again.

With a tangled look on his face, he hesitated to speak, and finally gritted his teeth.

 “Don’t you think it... looks a lot like you?”

As soon as these words came out, Yang Fang lowered his head and was ready to be beaten, but strangely, after a long time, there was no movement in front of him.

　　It makes people couldn’t help but secretly open their eyes.

Not far away from him, the old foreigner seemed to be frozen. He stayed there blankly, staring at the ancient corpse, with a complex look that he couldn't understand flashed between his brows and eyes.

 “Hey, no, I just said it casually.”

 “Don’t really believe it.”

Seeing his appearance, Yang Fang was a little panicked and kept explaining.

Just as he finished speaking, he saw the old foreigner looking away from the ancient corpse as if he had just woken up from a dream, with a complicated expression showing a bit of pain.

 “I probably guessed his identity.”

 “Priests or gatekeepers?”

"None of them." The old foreigner shook his head, "They are the ancestors of my lineage."

 “Wha...what?!”

 Hear this.

Yang Fang had seen this before, and he was shocked and dumbfounded.

 He has been in Chenjiazhuang for the shortest time.

  The true origin of their lineage is not clear.

But as a descendant of Mojin, I have been around in the world of Dao Dou for so long, but I have never heard of Taoist Banshan Taoist.

 Although when they first met, he was indeed a little surprised that the appearance of the three old foreign seniors, brother and sister, seemed to be very different from that of the Han people.

  But otherwise.

 The accent, habits, and clothing are all the same as those of the Han people.

 Now...an ancient city far away in the Black Desert of the Western Region.

How could an ancient corpse that has weathered be an ancestor of his lineage?

 “You, no, are you crazy?”

 “He’s starting to talk nonsense.”

Yang Fang stepped forward and was about to test the temperature of his forehead. He even suspected that the old foreigner was possessed by evil spirits, otherwise he would be talking nonsense.

 But before his hands touched him, he was avoided by the old foreigner.

 Looking at him seriously, "It's not a joke."

"this…"

 Looked at him deeply.

At this moment, the old foreigner's eyes were clear and his expression was calm. He didn't look like he was seeing evil spirits at all, but what he said was unbelievable.

"it is true."

 He was in a mess in his heart, and he didn't know what to do.

 A calm voice came from behind.

Yang Fang subconsciously turned around.

Just in time to catch up with the partridge whistle coming out of the darkness.

At this moment, his expression was almost exactly the same as that of the old foreigner, indescribably complicated.

 And Chen Yulou next to him.

He also had a calm face, without any surprise, as if he had expected it.

 For a time, Yang Fang was even more confused inside, feeling like he had been abandoned by the whole world, "What the **** is going on?"

“At the end of the mural on the tomb of Prince Gumo in Jingxia, there is a record of a person. After the assassination failed, he came up with an idea for Prince Gumo, hiding poison in mutton and offering it to Queen Jingjue.”

“Soon, the news came that the queen had died of poisoning.”

 “Prince Gumo then led the coalition forces, defeated Jingjue country, and marched to the city.”

"And that person...if I guessed correctly, it should be him."

Partridge Whistle said lightly, as if it was a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

 But at the end of his words, he changed the topic and sighed, "He is actually the ancestor of my Zagrama lineage."

 After the tribe moved eastward.

 Because the whereabouts of Muchen Bead has never been found.

A wise man in Zagrama thought of a way to return to the Holy Mountain to find the jade eyeball made by the sage.

But when he returned to his ancestral land after going through all kinds of hardships, he found that the world had changed, and things and people had changed.

 The once holy mountain was occupied by the ancient kingdom of Jingjue.

  Jade eyes are also regarded as the queen’s possession.

 In order to regain the ancestral belongings, he cooperated with Prince Gumo who also had a deep hatred.

only…

Zagram's family book only records the wise man's return to the Holy Mountain, but there is nothing about his follow-up.

Now seeing the ancient corpse outside the stone tower, Partridge Whistle finally understood.

 The wise man died here.

Perhaps he tried his best to find the ancient tower after the ancient city was flooded, but in the end he couldn't find the entrance to the palace.

 Died at the last step.

 What a pity.

At this moment, I suddenly saw the ancestors in the family book appearing in front of me. The feeling was beyond words.

 “Condolences…”

Stand aside.

 Chen Yulou, who had heard the cause and effect, looked at his trembling shoulders and couldn't help but patted him gently and comforted him.

 The ancestors come one after another.

 Meet each other again after a thousand years.

There is really no relief from this kind of thing.

 “Old foreigners, collect the remains of their ancestors.”

Partridge Whistle shook his head, indicating that he was fine, then took a deep breath and said seriously.

 “Yes, senior brother!”

 Isn’t it true for old foreigners?

 The moment he had a flash of inspiration and recognized the identity of the ancient corpse, he had so many thoughts in his mind that he even felt a strong sense of suffocation.

“Shopkeeper, should we go over and help you?”

I saw two of their senior brothers carrying the ancient corpse to the side.

Huamaguai couldn't help but lower his voice and asked.

 Chen Yulou hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

It's better to let them do this kind of thing themselves. After all, they are outsiders and can't interfere.

Judging from the actions of the two Partridge Whistlemen, it is most likely that they planned to collect the bones first, and then send the remains of their ancestors to be buried under the Holy Mountain after leaving the city.

 Speaking of it this way.

Compared to those tribesmen whose fallen leaves cannot return to their roots and can only be buried behind Peacock Mountain, they are still lucky.

 Not long.

 The two of them collected the remains.

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense and solemn, Chen Yulou pointed to the pagoda door in front of him and said, "The shape of this stone pagoda is amazing. Maybe we can find some clues."

 While speaking.

Took Huama's handheld lantern and walked straight through the door.

Seeing this, everyone filed in except for the two guys who stayed outside to take care of them.

 The space inside the tower is not small.

 More than ten people entered, and they didn’t feel crowded at all.

The wind lanterns shone one after another, and soon the dark tower was brightly lit.

 I saw that the stone walls inside the tower were densely engraved with ancient characters.

Of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, except for a few countries that do not have their own language system, most of the ancient countries have written records. Even large countries such as Jingjue and Loulan have several written languages.

 But glance at it.

The writing on the stone wall is different from any ancient writing seen before.

 “It doesn’t seem to be in Luwen.”

“It’s not true. If I guess correctly, this should be the legendary ghost cave text.”

 The Ghost Cave clan originates from the Ghost Cave. Regardless of whether they are from the Demon Country, the Samsara Sect or the Jing Jue Ancient Country, they are all members of the Gui Dong clan.

 But obviously few people outside me have never heard of it.

“Do you know the shopkeeper?”

“What are you thinking about? If I understand everything, wouldn’t I become a god?”

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

He just held the wind lantern and walked to a stone statue standing behind him.

That is a blue sheep carved from black mountain stone.

 It is lifelike, which shows the craftsmanship, but there is nothing special about it.

The group did not delay and spiraled up the stairs beside the stone tower to the second floor. They found another stone man at almost the same location.

   No different from ordinary people.

 But his eyes are surprisingly big.

“Aren’t these the giant-eyed stone men we saw in Xiye City?”

Yang Fang looked strange.

At first I thought it was unique to Xiye, but now it seems that it is not the case.

"They are, probably a symbol of the Jingjue Kingdom. Xiye has been occupied by Jingjue for many years, so it is not an accident that similar giant-eyed stone men appear."

“There are stone statues on each floor, but they don’t look like valuable things.”

Huamaguai looked around. Except for the stone statues and the cryptic text on the wall, the hall was completely empty. If he hadn't confirmed that no one had been there, he would have suspected that someone had climbed in earlier.

 “This is called religious belief.”

"Haven't you noticed that the characters on each level are different, and their status and status are completely different from low to high?"

Chen Yulou glanced at him and smiled.

"Shopkeeper, what you mean is that the first layer of stone sheep represents livestock, and the second layer is people. So if you look at it this way, there is no need to think that the third layer must be the queen."

 The group of people went up.

 But what appears on the third floor is not the exquisite queen wearing a veil and a crown.

Rather, it is a general with a snake body and a human head, holding a sharp sword and shield. It looks like a ferocious and ferocious general, like the glaring King Kong in the temple.

"This is…"

 What I saw above is completely different from what I guessed.

Huamaguai couldn't help but froze in place.

 What he saw below was at least traceable, but the sudden appearance of a monster made him confused.

 “Didn’t you say that before?”

 “Gatekeeper?”

Seeing the shopkeeper reminding him, Huamaguai blurted out.

 “Absolutely, maybe it’s more appropriate to call it the patron saint.”

Looking intently at the glaring figure, Chen Yulou couldn't help but flash the appearance of those black snakes in his mind.

 The ancient people were really good at creating.

That kind of ghost thing can be beautified to such an extent.

“Shopkeeper, something doesn’t seem right.”

"This black tower has six floors in total. The stone sheep, stone men, and guardian gods, even if you add the queen and the supreme **** they believe in, there are only five floors."

It's still Kunlun who has never spoken.

　　I was the first to notice something strange.

 Speaking of this, he frowned, looked at the people around him, and spoke in a low tone slowly.

 “What is that extra layer...?” (End of chapter)