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Nightshade drove the cloud scorpion boat to the mountain road at the foot of the mountain. There was a vague temple-like building on the mountain road, which seemed to be a reception hall.

Sun Dasheng asked: "The Hall of Acceptance is used to welcome mortals, right?"

Lu Ziqing nodded: "The legend I heard in my last life is that when the Penglai Mountain appears, mortals can also step into the Penglai Fairyland, but only those who are destined can enter and see the immortals in the mountain. So I guess that there should be a person at the foot of the Mountain. Jie Yin Hall, it’s a pity that people in the Great Zhou world have forgotten how to enter the Holy Mountain, and only a mural of Penglai Holy Mountain is left in the Xiaoyun Sect’s main altar.”

"Maybe the end of this mountain road will be integrated with Penglai Island in the human world." Sun Dasheng became curious and encouraged, "At least we can be sure that the current sacred mountain is not directly connected to the fairy world. Look at the Yitian you mentioned. The sword does not exist, which means that the current connection between the sacred mountain and the fairy world is disconnected. We might as well go to the fairy sword platform to take a look at the scenery, we will definitely gain something."

"Then I won't go either." Lu Ziqing looked at Fairy Sword Peak. It was too high and too dangerous. That kind of place is usually where big bosses squat. According to all the game scripts, people would definitely squat on such a rooftop. A super powerful and even heaven-defying existence. Going there rashly is basically seeking death.

Lu Ziqing looked at the sky and couldn't see anything unusual in the sky. This netherworld had been perfectly separated from the real world, and the mending of the sky must have been successful. Lu Ziqing was completely relieved and used his sword heart to silently call his fellow disciples of the Xiaoyun Sect wherever he passed. Yun Xiezhou's pair of pincers acted as two swords, spreading Lu Ziqing's sword heart to the mountains and forests, and could call him within a hundred miles. However, there was never any response. Thinking about it, the Sword Immortal who can leave here will definitely not stay here and will definitely leave through the Immortal Sword Platform.

The cloud scorpion boat flew quickly through patches of dense forest, and the mountain road was like a short white line leading to the valley. This mountain road looks very short, but it is actually hundreds of miles long. Sword Immortal does not need a serious road at all. There is only such a section of mountain road on Penglai Mountain. Lu Ziqing secretly speculated that maybe this road was prepared for mortals, Xiaoyun disciples from the human world.

The Yun Scorpion Boat rushed into the valley at a very high speed, and in front of it appeared a ruin covered with mold, half of which had collapsed. Since the only light here is emitted by some pale green mold and moss, the Jieyin Hall looks very eerie. However, there are still a few statues of the Sword Immortal left in front of the temple, covered with pale green moss and emitting a very underworld light.

Yun Scorpion Boat landed slowly against the sword's speed. This time, Solanum Solanum had gained experience and was able to operate more steadily. The ground is full of hard rocks. If the plane crashes, you may die.

Lu Ziqing carefully observed the surroundings, and his sword flew out. He shook Hai Tian's sword and made a sword sound, using the sword's heart to look for anyone around him who could respond.

There was silence, and Lu Ziqing's hopes were slowly dashed.

Lu Ziqing sighed, but at this moment, a group of tree spirits emerged from the collapsed roof of the Jieyin Hall. Each of them looked like dead wood with legs, and the scars on the trunks condensed into embarrassing human face. They moved their roots and waved bare branches, came to Lu Ziqing, and said in a wilting voice: "Dwarf oil! I don't know how many years have passed, but finally a mortal has come over!"

Lu Ziqing originally thought that they were looking for a fight with him, but unexpectedly, they were actually eloquent. This was very different from other wood evil spirits. Lu Ziqing was immediately overjoyed. These tree spirits were about the same height as humans. Although they all had unlucky faces, they could communicate smoothly.

"This little brother, you are a disciple of the Xiaoyun Sect, right? Come with us to see Master Shuang quickly." The tree spirits couldn't help but bring Lu Ziqing into the reception hall like a man flying through the clouds. The inside of the Jie Yin Hall was so rotten that it was almost impossible to see, but in the courtyard behind the hall, there was an osmanthus tree, which was only five feet high. It was not considered a towering tree here. Like all ghost trees, the trunk of this sweet-scented osmanthus tree has a face that looks like it has been haunted by ghosts. It looks quite similar to the emoji of Section Chief Jin, and it is the emoji of someone who has been beaten violently. This tree looked really miserable. The trunk and branches were covered with various scars, as if they had been chopped with knives and axes. The heads of other trees grow upward, but this osmanthus tree has a bald crown just like the bald Mediterranean.

But Lu Ziqing was excited when he saw this tree, because there were leaves on this tree! And they are normal green leaves, not the kind of moldy green leaves! There are golden sweet-scented osmanthus mixed among the leaves, and there are bursts of fragrance. This shows that this tree has normal life characteristics!

"Am I dreaming?" The big osmanthus tree spirit, known as Shuangye, was so excited that he farted and roared from the tree hole behind him.

Lu Ziqing felt nauseated and turned around to vomit. Then he explained to the confused eyes of the tree spirits around him: "I'm sorry, I just came back from the sea of ​​flowers outside the mountain."

"I understand." Master Shuang said with emotion, "As long as you roll around in the sea of ​​flowers, even if you smell the fragrance of flowers, you will habitually feel the smell of shit. But when prosperity is over, everyone will become a piece of shit. You It feels stinky, but it’s nourishment that I like.”

Lu Ziqing felt that Master Shuang was right, so he bowed his hands and said, "I dare to ask, senior, but are we from the same school as Xiaoyun?"

"I'm not a Sword Immortal, how could I be a fellow sect of yours?" Master Shuang smiled bitterly, "I'm just a wooden stake used by the Xiaoyun Sword Immortals to test their swords."

"Wood stakes?" Lu Ziqing was startled.

Could it be that Master Shuang was not originally a living tree growing on the sacred mountain? This would explain why it did not become dead wood.

Master Shuang said: "Many years ago, the Xiaoyun Sword Immortals who ascended to the immortal world gradually became the masters of the Penglai Holy Mountain. The Holy Mountain is always connected to someone in the human world. For the disciples in the world, as long as they can see the Holy Mountain, it is equal to When you come to the place closest to the immortal world, even if you can only reach the foot of the mountain, you are still lucky enough to be infected with the immortal energy, see the grace of the sword immortals, and ask for advice in person."

"Of course, even if you come to this mountain, whether you can meet the Sword Immortal in person still depends on chance. No matter how strong a mortal's sword energy is, compared with the Sword Immortal, it is nothing more than the sound of insects and fish."

"One day there was a swordsman who cut down an extremely hard osmanthus tree blessed by the sacred mountain with his sword, leaving only its trunk standing behind the Jie Yin Hall - this is me."

"At first I thought it was a glorious thing, but later I found out that he just drank too much. The sword immortal was Bai Haoran, the wine sword immortal. He put me here as a sword test stake and asked who could cut me down. If you break it, you can become his disciple."