Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 60

After a long time, the two sides ended in a game.

The defeated old man waved his hand, fainted, and mumbled, "I have a bad mood today, and I will let you fight again tomorrow."

The old man walked back to the village with his hands on his back.

The rest of the old man's cheeks were rosy and spirited. While packing the chessboard, he looked up at Su Zimo and said with a smile: "You don't have a lot of young people with a stable nature like you.

"Thank you, old man."

Su Zimo smiled, thanked him, and followed the old man into the village.

The villagers in the past only glanced at Su Zimo and stopped looking at it. It seems not surprising, not strange.

"There are no extra rooms, young man, is it okay for you to live in a firewood room?" The old man asked.

"It's okay." Su Zimo responded with a smile.

Just at night, most of the people in the village haven't rested yet. The old people who had eaten dinner walked around the village with a relaxed attitude. The woman was holding needles and sewing, and was mending clothes.

Simple, simple and peaceful.

It's like a paradise here. There is no fight, no fight, but everyone's face has a happy and contented smile.

Su Zimo was sitting at the door of Chaifang, watching the scene quietly, letting go of the hollow spirit, thinking nothing in his mind, the fatigue on the way seemed to alleviate a lot.

The night was getting darker, and Yuelang was thin.

The elderly, women, and men have already returned to their houses to rest. In the village, only some energetic children are still arguing and refuse to go home to sleep.

Su Zimo stood up and returned to Chaifang, closing the door and preparing to rest.

Just then, a childish voice came from the village, crisp and sweet.

"Where to find the immortal trail, looking at Laofeng, only in this mountain, Yunshen has no idea."

"Ok?"

Su Zimo's heart moved, Huo Ran turned, pushed out the door, and looked around.

Not far away, a seven- or eight-year-old child with a smile on his face was jumping towards this side.

Su Zimo groaned a little, walked up to his feet, squatted down, and asked with a smile: "Child, who did you listen to before?"

"Who said this?"

The child turned his head to the side and blinked the big eyes of Shui Lingling. He seemed a little confused, and said, "I don't know, but we will all say it."

"Is it just a simple nursery rhyme?" Su Zimo thoughtfully.

"Brother, are you asking Xiuxian?" The child asked again.

"Yeah." Su Zimo nodded and asked with a smile: "How do you know?"

There was a hint of slyness in the eyes of the child, and he stuck his tongue out, saying, "People like you are there every year, but most of them don't see fairy people, hee hee."

"How can I meet?" Su Zimo raised his interest and wanted to tease the child.

"I don't know." The child pouted and shook his head.

Su Zimo Waner, when he was about to get up and leave, there was a flash of light in his mind, watching the child and asking, "Where can I find the trace of the immortal? ? "

"It's not easy."

The child raised his chin proudly and said, "After a few days, the fog will be lighter. Standing here, you can see a vague mountain peak. But only three days, you can't see it if you miss it."

Su Zimo was overjoyed.

As long as you can see Jifeng, walking in the direction of Jifeng, you will definitely reach the foot of the mountain.

Of course, Su Zimo didn't think that if he wanted to worship Luanfeng, it was as simple as passing through the mist, but this was a prerequisite.

Su Zimo stayed in this village for seven days.

On the seventh day, the fog gradually faded, and a towering mountain peak loomed in the distant clouds.

Su Zimo said goodbye to everyone in the village and stepped into the mist again.

In the fog, all the senses are reduced to the limit, and the sense of direction is blurred. Su Zimo feels that he is turning east and west, and sometimes even seems to be turning back.

Because the fog has faded, you can see the location of distant peaks even in the fog.

Su Zimo ignored the illusion on the senses as much as possible, but just followed the mountain peak and kept walking forward.

suddenly!

There was a sudden sound of howling in the depths of the fog, strange and horrifying, as if the beast walked and stepped on the grass.

Getting closer!

A faint smell of gas wafted over.

"Ok?"

Su Zimo narrowed his eyes, stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

After waiting for a long time, no spirit beast appeared.

This feels strange.

Spiritually, Su Zimo did not feel the danger.

But in that direction, the voice and breath of the spirit beast did come. Su Zimo lived in the wolf mountain for one year. This taste is too familiar and not wrong.

"eccentric."

Su Zimo murmured and continued to move forward.

"Roar!"

It didn't take long before a tiger howling came from the front, deafening, and a strong breath, showing that this spirit beast was powerful, maybe even the level of spirit demon!

Su Zimo frowned.

It stands to reason that there is a powerful spirit beast or spirit demon appearing in front of him. Su Zimo should already be aware of danger by virtue of his spiritual consciousness.

But weirdly, there is no response in the spiritual sense, but in the five senses, it is repeatedly perceived as dangerous.

In this case, there are only two possibilities.

The surrounding fog can either hide Su Zimo's consciousness, or it can confuse his five senses.

The answer is obvious.

These methods are nothing more than trying to scare off some people who want to ask Xiuxian but have a weak will.

What tigers and bloodstains are nothing but deceptive.

To understand the meaning of the fog, Su Zimo smiled, ignored the various movements around him, and walked towards the depths of the fog.

In any case, the fog can confuse a person's five senses, and these methods are also clever enough.

If Su Zimo had a sense of being in his body, it would be frightening and cautious to walk along this way.

Su Zimo gradually accelerated his pace, and after a short time, he burst out of the mist and suddenly opened his eyes.

At a glance, the vegetation is rich, lush, and the green waters surround the mountains. It is a vibrant, as if in a fairyland.

Not far away, a stone gate stands.

Behind the Shimen, there is a mountain road paved with bluestone, which twists and turns to the dark place of the mist.

On both sides of Shimen, there were two young boys, one fat and one thin, with red lips and white teeth.

After seeing Su Zimo, Fat Dao Tong smiled and nodded, and said, "The son is the first one. Please wait here for three days, and then we will not accept the apprentice."

Su Zimo was not in a hurry, waiting silently.

Some people kept coming out of the mist, most of them were uncultivated mortals, with pale faces and sweat on their foreheads. It was obvious that they had come all the way and were frightened.

In the middle, there was a Qiqishi who drove the Feijian out of the mist. When he saw Shimen, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The eyes of some practitioners glanced at Su Zimo's body, and he did not notice the aura fluctuations, his expression was slightly slower.

A few practitioners saw the appearance of Su Zimo's back and shoulder knife, with a sarcastic look, and couldn't help laughing.

All sentient beings.

Three days elapsed.

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(End of this chapter)