Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The Chishui Road, a line of sky, with rugged rocks on both sides, thick fog, twisted branches of cold trees, and crows flapping their wings.

The line of sky was renovated during the reign of Emperor Taizong of this dynasty when the road was under renovation. Although the road is narrow and can only accommodate two carriages side by side, the terrain is flat. The rocks on both sides are like two wings that are about to fly high, but they are also like two barriers, firmly guarding this line of sky.

After the cyan liquid condensed, it was laid on the long road of the line of sky. The color was light blue, and the texture was elastic and unyielding. It has been windy, sun, rain, and even lightning, but it has always been well preserved.

At this time, at noon, there were still a few people, cars, and horses walking on the narrow but flat road of the line of sky, heading towards the current center of Shenzhou, the supreme texture, Yujing City. Yu Changkong was one of them.

At this time, Yu Changkong was wearing long trousers, cloth shoes, and a navy blue short jacket, which hid his strong muscles very well. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary pedestrian, without any martial spirit.

He was carrying a shoulder pole, and on both sides were baskets the size of a basin, covered with gray-brown cloth.

Next to Yu Changkong, there was another pedestrian dressed similarly, in his forties, with an old face and deep wrinkles. He chatted with him casually and seemed to be an acquaintance.

In fact, this was all Yu Changkong's disguise. The person next to him was just a tool he made to disguise his identity.

Although Yu Changkong had various dissatisfactions with Zhao Ruling, he still admitted one thing, that is, Zhao Ruling's martial arts were far better than his own, and Zhao Ruling's methods and abilities were not comparable to his own. Even sometimes, Zhao Ruling's calculations were far better than his own.

Zhao Ruling was like a tortoise, hiding in the Meng family, stubbornly waiting for Meng Zhao to return and asking Meng Zhao to heal his wounds.

Yu Changkong certainly didn't understand and looked down on such behavior, but he knew one thing, Zhao Ruling was so cautious, and the person he was guarding against must be the Lord of the Demon Palace.

In other words, in Zhao Ruling's eyes, although the Lord of the Demon Palace did not catch up with the Meng family, he did not give up the idea of ​​hunting them down.

Based on this premise, neither Yu Changkong nor Zhao Ruling could say that they were safe.

Especially Yu Changkong, he parted ways with Zhao Ruling, chose to return to Yujing City alone, and lost the powerful magic weapon Di Ruyi, which greatly reduced his strength. If he met the Lord of the Demon Palace, he would definitely die.

Therefore, Yu Changkong was very careful and cautious along the way. During the day, he pretended to be an ordinary traveler, and in the evening he resumed his martial arts identity as a grandmaster, rushing all the way, driving the wind and clouds, and rushing madly towards Yujing City.

Moreover, the closer he got to Yujing City, the more cautious Yu Changkong became. In the past two days, even at night, he pretended to be no different from ordinary pedestrians and did not move rashly.

Because he was not sure whether the Lord of the Demon Palace was like a cold and poisonous snake, waiting for him to appear in a corner.

Therefore, he used the secret method of martial arts to seal himself, and even changed his muscles and bones, tempered his flesh and blood, and condensed his huge body a lot, making him no different from an ordinary farmer, at most a little stronger.

However, since he set foot on this narrow path in the sky, Yu Changkong's heart began to beat involuntarily, as if something was going to happen.

Therefore, he carefully observed the surroundings at the first time, and all the people, cars, and horses nearby were not missed, but there was no gain.

Yu Changkong had to calm his beating heart, pretending that nothing had happened, and set foot on this narrow path in the sky with the tool man beside him.

Fortunately, as he set foot on this road, the tension before, like the tension of a bowstring, gradually eased, and everything returned to calm.

Just when he thought that everything was his own suspicion, a figure suddenly appeared on the left side of the trail ahead, scaring many people on the trail.

The man was tall and straight, wearing a black coat, with a ghost mask on his face, shining with a metallic luster.

Not to mention the strange and weird dress of this man, just his sudden appearance, like a ghost, made many people feel frightened, and even caused some shock. Some people who felt that the situation was not good had secretly moved their feet and retreated to the back.

There were also warriors on the trail. A middle-aged man in his thirties, holding a sword, had a good breath, a decent face, and martial arts at the peak of the acquired realm, and was expected to impact the innate realm. There was also a little boy about ten years old beside him, also carrying a long sword.

The middle-aged man looked at the black-clothed masked man who suddenly appeared, and he knew without any perception that the masked man should be a strong man with martial arts skills far superior to his.

He took the little boy's hand, swallowed his saliva, and walked a few steps towards the black-clothed mysterious man. Then his internal strength was contained in his internal organs, and his lungs swallowed and exhaled. A clear and upright voice sounded,

"This senior, I took my son to visit relatives in Yujing City. I didn't see or hear anything today. I hope that the senior will give my father and son a way out!"

After saying that, he took his son's hand and continued to move forward. In fact, there was nothing he could do.

This narrow path was blocked by a strong man with martial arts skills far superior to his. If the other party really wanted to kill him, he would die no matter he rushed forward or retreated.

The only way to survive is to use words, hoping that the person in front of him is not a bloodthirsty person, and take a gamble.

Seeing the actions of this middle-aged warrior, many people focused on the subsequent development of the situation.

Of course, some people retreated frantically, but after a few steps, they exploded into blood and flesh mud in the air, scattered all over the narrow path.

This incident frightened everyone present and dared not make any extra movements. Only some people with unstable mentality and out-of-control emotions still retreated to their death, and some people who were scared and shouted, disturbing this originally quiet and comfortable path.

The more these people did, the more obvious they were, the faster they died, and the way they died was also chilling.

It didn't take long before dozens of lives were lost on this light blue path.

Although the father and son were terrified, they still had the courage to walk towards the black-clothed masked man step by step, until they passed the mysterious man, they still did not move.

The others breathed a sigh of relief and followed suit.

Suddenly, the entire narrow path became much more orderly. One by one, they lined up and came forward, telling the reason why they set foot on this narrow path, saying that they saw and heard nothing, and then saluted the masked man in black and passed safely.