Start with Blue Silver Grass

"Sniff sniff~"*n

As the 'Blood Yuan Fruit' matures, a strange fragrance that attracts people's soul starts from the new cave next to the 'Wanbat Ancient Cave' and permeates the mountain range where 'Kongsang Mountain' is located.

This is the result of someone leading most of the strange smell into the "Ancient Ten Thousand Bats Cave".

"Damn it!" The cat cursed secretly in a clump of blue grass that was extremely lush and had grown to more than three feet high in just two days.

In fact, I and others are hiding here, being exposed to the scorching sun in the sky, while smelling the source of the strange fragrance that is alluring but elusive.

The three who arrived first and the one who arrived later were all drinking tea leisurely, and even brought out snacks to eat while drinking, which was outrageous!

Is this the "Kongmulg Mountain"? Is it the former headquarters of the Demon Sect [Blood Refining Hall]?

What about the desolate and inhabited areas and the barren mountains and rivers that we promised?

The meadows all over the mountains and fields are dotted with flowers of all colors, as well as the strange fragrance that permeates the mountains and down the mountains...

Is this "Kongsang Mountain" or "Qingyun Mountain"?

Not to mention the resentful dragon boss and others over there, the leisurely attitude of Lin Xuanzhu and others over their afternoon tea made the middle-aged scribe with profound Qi-nurturing skills take the lead to speak and break the silence.

"Little brother." The middle-aged scribe glanced at the "Ancient Ten Thousand Bats Cave" diagonally above and the new cave next to it. He looked at Master Lin Xuan who was slowly sipping the spiritual tea brought from [Qingyun Gate] and said calmly.

Laughed and called softly.

"Huh?" Lin Xuanzhu, who had an open heart, raised his head and said with surprise: "What? But the tea is not to your liking, sir?"

"No, no, no..." the middle-aged scribe waved his hand, shook his head with a smile and said: "This spiritual tea has a fragrance like orchid, rich and sweet, and the snacks are also a rare delicacy. It's just..."

"We are destined to meet each other, and now we have nothing to do. Let's chat for a few words. What do you think, little brother?"

"Okay~" Master Lin Xuan continued with a smile: "As soon as I met Mr., I felt very cordial. Maybe we will communicate more in the future..."

Zhang Xiaofan on the side looked at the two smiling people with some confusion, always feeling strange.

After all, Puzhi has hundreds of years of experience. Even though he spends most of his time practicing in the temple and only comes into contact with his fellow disciples and nephews, he still has the necessary discernment.

Of course, seeing through without telling the truth, reciting sutras silently, and being a qualified background is the persistence of Universal Wisdom Monk's century-old Zen mentality~

"Old fox!" "Little fox!"

On the side, the two people were smiling and complaining in their hearts, communicating in a harmonious atmosphere.

"You still don't know your little brother's surname?"

"What do you call Mr. Lin Yi?"

Listening to Lin Xuanzhu's answer without any humility, the middle-aged scribe, who had not experienced this scene for many years, frowned at first, then calmed down, nodded as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "My surname is Wan, and I have cursive characters.

.”

"Ten thousand people are going there?" Lin Xuanzhu read it again, with a smile on his face, and commented: "What a name! This name makes people feel like a warrior and an iron horse, and combined with the power between Mr.'s brows, it is really subtle.

But he has the intention to control all the people!"

"Ha!" Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and once again suppressed the turmoil in his heart. It had been many years since anyone had spoken to him in such a tone.

With Lin Yi's five senses and the state of his soul, whether it is the fleeting expression of the other party or the changes in aura caused by emotional fluctuations, it is like seeing lines on the palm of his hand. But will Master Lin Xuan care?

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then asked: "This mountain is in a remote place. Seeing how dusty Mr. was, I wonder where he is going?"

'I've been driving for several days. Do you know that it's thousands of miles from "Huqi Mountain" to "Kongsang Mountain"?'

Of course, Ten Thousand People just thought about it in their hearts and smiled indifferently on their faces. Then they stood up leisurely, put their hands on their backs, looked up at the sky, and said: "This world is so big and boundless. I have traveled around the world, and the mountains and swamps are so vast.

Go as you please."

‘666! I give full marks to this handsome guy! When it comes to middle-aged and older handsome guys, tens of thousands of people are the only ones who make him look good. Shi Zhixuan and Song Que are the spokespersons!’

'In comparison, when I went to the [Seven Treasures Glazed Sect] with Alan before, Ning Fengzhi still didn't taste good...'

I was thinking about these things in my mind, and I didn't forget to say a few compliments to make the other person feel comfortable. Of course, the sincerity may not be the same, and it seems a bit perfunctory.

In this regard, thousands of people, who are superior to each other, do not want to talk to this impolite boy anymore.

"Brother Lin..." No more entanglement, everyone went straight to the topic, and reminded him in good faith: "As far as I know, this "Kongmulg Mountain" is the property of the Holy Demon Sect [Blood Refining Hall]

There may be people from the Demon Cult wandering around the old site, so little brother, you have to be careful..."

"Oh?" Lin Yi raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Sir, how do you know that I am not from the [Blood Refining Hall]?"

Wanwan smiled at the words and did not answer. He just glanced at the great monk Puzhi next to him who was serving as the backdrop.

"Hi!" Lin Yi shook his head and said nonchalantly: "What's the matter? I can sit and drink tea with the divine monks of [Tianyin Temple], but I can also drink tea and chat with you, the leader of [Ghost King Sect].

What..."

As soon as Lin Yi finished speaking, the faces of the ten thousand people sitting opposite him changed. They frowned. They first looked at the still silent Monk Puzhi. Based on his understanding of him, there should be no sign of the sound transmission.

, turned to the smiling Master Lin and asked: "Brother Lin, do you know me? It seems that someone is just trying to make people laugh today..."

"Hey!" Lin Yi quickly waved his hand to take care of the face of this very high-spirited 'old man', and said seriously: "Today is the first time we meet, and I have never known Mr.'s appearance before. It's just...

.....”

"Thousands of people are calling this name, which makes me know that it is the leader of the [Ghost King Sect] in person..."

"you......"

"Chirp~~~Sa!"

When Ten Thousand People were about to ask more questions, a white light and shadow shot quickly from the distant sky and landed in front of the stone pavilion, interrupting Ten Thousand People's words.

"This is...?"*n

When the white light dissipated, a spear that was eight feet long appeared in the sight of everyone in "Kongsang Mountain".

"The time is just right!" Lin Yi smiled slightly and thought to himself.

"Buzz~"

The next moment, the change reappeared, an illusory figure floated out from the eight-foot-long spear, and transformed into a figure nearly eight and a half feet tall (Han ruler, about 23cm, one meter nine), half an inch taller than Lin Yi.

The stern young man.

I saw the illusory young man taking out a palm-sized kit from the tassel of a long spear beside him.

Afterwards, the cold young man threw the kit to Lin Yi and said: "The thing is inside. Also, when I pulled out the cold poison from it, I ordered it to recover. It's up to you...

"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and turned the spear within eight feet. The spear shrank by itself and flew into Lin Yi's hand inside the stone pavilion.

"Is this... the same... incarnation as the donor Li Qinglian?" Pu Zhi stood up and came to Lin Yi's side and asked.

"Hmm~" Lin Yi nodded and gestured to put the soul skill clone in his right hand that could not maintain the spear state for a long time back to the "Ruyi Hundred Treasure Bag" on his waist. In fact, he put it into the "cave space".

Then, he focused his attention on the 'imitation version of Ruyi Baobao' on his left hand, stretched out his hand and clicked twice.

"Ding!" "Ding~dang!"

A black short stick about two feet long and a round emerald jade ring half the size of a palm fell on the stone table in the stone pavilion.

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaofan exclaimed softly, but was startled by the ferocious aura carried by the steaming black stick.

"Amitabha!" Puzhi shouted the Buddha's name softly, and put his palm on his disciple's shoulder to resist the erosion of evil spirits.

"Huh?!" Ten thousand people's attention was attracted by two things on the stone table, and they looked at them carefully.

Lin Yi ignored them and clicked three times on the brocade bag in his hand.