I travel through the heavens as a human being

Chapter 11 Chongyang Ruins
By the time Xu Yang arrived at the foot of Huashan Mountain, one person and one package, the sun had just risen.

After checking that there was no one nearby, Xu Yang got into the woods beside the road, opened the package, and disguised himself.

Ten minutes later, a stout man wearing coarse clothes, with a fleshy face and a slight hunchback walked out of the woods.

This is exactly what Xu Yang looks like after dressing up. Compared with Xu Yang's original appearance, he is completely different.

In order to avoid the people of the Songshan Sect, Xu Yang also tried his best, but this was also thanks to the makeup skills he had learned before traveling through time.

After changing his appearance, Xu Yang continued to sneak all the way, avoiding crowded places. It was not until he was far away from Huashan that he became active in people's sight.

Then he changed his name again, disguised himself as a Taoist priest, and named himself Zhang Feng, Taoist name Xuanzhen.

On this day, Xu Yang sat in a carriage and followed the caravan.

During the lunch break, Manager Zhao from the caravan approached him with a smile. After chatting with Xu Yang, he pointed to the mountain peak in front and said:

"Daozhang Zhang, after passing the mountain in front, we will enter the territory of Zhongnan."

"Oh, thanks for the reminder."

After looking at the mountain peak, Xu Yang smiled and thanked Manager Zhao, feeling even more excited.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Speaking of which, we have to thank Daozhang Zhang. Without you, our journey might not have been so smooth."

When he said this, Manager Zhao seemed to have remembered something, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but the next moment he looked at Xu Yang, his eyes were filled with gratitude.

And Xu Yang was already used to seeing such eyes.

Huashan Mountain is not far from Zhongnan Mountain, only more than 300 miles away, but with the ancient traffic environment and means of transportation, this distance was not short.

After dressing up as a Taoist priest, Xu Yang managed to sneak into a caravan heading to Zhongnan, which was the caravan where Manager Zhao was, and walked for nearly ten days before reaching Zhongnan Mountain.

But the ten-day journey was not so smooth. Even if the caravan consisted of more than 30 people, they encountered six waves of highwaymen.

Among them, only three waves were released after paying tolls. The remaining three waves were not something that could be spent with money. They were prepared to swallow all the money and goods.

However, the caravan was not a vegetarian. It hired several guards before setting off. Unfortunately, it was precisely because these guards were hired with money that after they actually faced off against the bandits, they had little will to fight and resisted. He ran away not long after.

Just when the people in the caravan were about to face massacre, Xu Yang took action, and he had to take action.

Moreover, he also saw the details of the martial arts of those bandit leaders. The ordinary peasants were better than ordinary people, and could not even compare with the low-ranking Jianghu people.

At this time, Xu Yang, whose skill had reached the second-rate level in the martial arts world, directly crushed these bandits when faced with them.

Even though there are more bandits, most bandits are greedy for life and fear death, and they have not received special training. Against a master like Xu Yang, having more people is a disadvantage.

After Xu Yang killed several bandits, the remaining bandits were frightened and dispersed.

It was because he saw that Xu Yang was very skilled and was the savior of the caravan that the leader of the caravan, Guanshi Zhao, treated Xu Yang with respect and attentiveness along the way.

After dark, Xu Yang and the others finally climbed over the mountain peak and entered a small county. Xu Yang also left the caravan here and headed to Zhongnan Mountain alone.

In March, as a high mountain in the north, the snow on Zhongnan Mountain has still not melted. According to locals, the snow season in Zhongnan Mountain is very long, usually from the beginning of October to the end of April next year.

And in such a world of ice and snow, Xu Yang, wearing fur clothes and using the blue steel sword forged in the blacksmith shop as a staff, walked slowly along the mountain path, one step deeper and one shallower.

This walk takes half a day.Fortunately, Xu Yang was successful in martial arts at this time, and he was practicing both internally and externally. The rugged mountain road would not make him feel tired.

When Xu Yang stopped, it was because it was already noon and it was time to eat something and drink water to replenish his body's energy.

Huh?what?
As soon as he walked to the roadside and was about to open the package and take out the dry food, Xu Yang noticed something strange about a stone in front of him.

It's so regular and angular that it doesn't look like it's naturally formed in nature. Instead, it looks like it's been carved by man.

Xu Yang, who was interested, was not in a hurry to eat dry food. Instead, he came to the stone, turned it over, and saw that there were writings engraved on it, which made Xu Yang even more curious.

After a while, he cleaned the bluestone and discovered that it was a stone tablet. There was a poem engraved in traditional Chinese on the stone tablet:

The sky is gray and the earth is descending, and Hu is suffering for not saving all souls.

All spirits meet each other day and night, swallowing their breath and dying speechless.

Looking up to the sky and yelling that the sky should not answer, every trivial thing is useless.

An De Daqian restores chaos, avoiding teaching creation to produce elves.

Looking at this poem, Xu Yang always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Frowning slightly, Xu Yang kept searching for the memories in his mind. After a few breaths, he recalled the relevant memories.

This poem was written by Qiu Chuji. It was also mentioned in the storyline of the Divine Condor that when Guo Jing sent Yang to the Quanzhen Sect to learn martial arts, it was because he slapped the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain that he was raped by Quanzhen disciples such as Zhao Zhijing. He was mistaken for a lewd thief and was beaten hard.

Thinking of this, Xu Yang felt a sense of archaeological pleasure in his heart.

However, after seeing this stone tablet, Xu Yang also realized that he was not far from the Chongyang Palace of the former Quanzhen Sect.

With the stone tablet as a marking point, Xu Yang continued to move forward without taking much rest after eating some dry food he carried.

This time, he walked for less than half an hour. After passing a turn, he suddenly saw a rather empty space ahead with sparse trees and a large building in the center.

Quanzhen Sect, Chongyang Palace!
Xu Yang was excited and immediately started to use Qing Gong and flew towards the building quickly.

Unfortunately, when he got closer, his excitement lost a bit. He only saw the large buildings he had seen in the distance before, but when he got closer, he realized that they were all ruins.

There are broken bricks and tiles everywhere in this empty land, and there is not even a single intact building.

Even if there are occasional palaces that are still barely standing, they are still severely damaged and precarious, making people suspect that once there is a big movement, the palace is likely to collapse directly.

Xu Yang could occasionally see some damaged inscriptions on some bricks and stones, such as "Heaven", "De", "Door of Wonders", "Sage" and the like.

Facing such a scene, how could Xu Yang not feel emotional.

It is true that time is ruthless. Hundreds of years have passed by, and countless wind, frost, rain and snow have corroded it.

The Chongyang Palace, the huge ancestral palace of Quanzhen Sect and famous all over the world, is now the only ruins left.

　Have you looked at it? Can you give me a squeak? It’s very painful to code on a single machine.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)