Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 21 Seven Apertures to Connect the Gods
  The morning air is particularly fresh.

The snow-capped mountains are hazy and the fragrance of winter plum blossoms makes you feel a touch of pure heart when you breathe in and out.

Lu Chenran suddenly woke up from his meditation. On the title page of the golden book in his mind, there were writings floating slowly:

【Getting connected with Firefly Ganoderma: (10/10)】

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The next moment, Lu Chenran's body froze, and then slowly fell into the car.

Then, he saw himself, and saw his body lying on the carriage like a puppet without strings.
  Outside the carriage, there is a pure white world, containing the treetops and the snow-capped mountains in the distance as thin as paper.

Nearby, snowflakes rolled gently in the breeze and melted as they fell.

Everything around is so quiet, slow and silent, and people walking on it seem to be wandering outside of time, like a painting.

At this moment, Lu Chenran's figure floated slowly in the air, looking around quietly, with no sadness or joy in his heart. All the moods just now seemed to belong to another person.

He should have been surprised by this scene.

However, there was not even the slightest bit of surprise in his heart now. His heart was like a calm lake, unable to make any ripples.

On the title page of the Golden Book, which belongs to Yinghuozhi alone, there are writings quietly looming:

[By joining the firefly Ganoderma lucidum, the seven orifices will be illuminated to release the Yin spirit. 】

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At this moment, it seems that the soul of Qiqiao has integrated with everything around it, silently feeling the extreme peace of this world and the wonder of heaven and earth.

Within a moment of burning the incense, Lu Chenran's seven-aperture soul returned to his body and sighed:
  "Is this what it feels like to be out of body?"

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——I don’t know why, as he cultivated the Seven-Aperture Yin Shen, Lu Chenran only felt that his mood gradually changed. Unknowingly, he became much calmer. Even if he encountered something, it was difficult for him to let go. There is something in my heart
  A complicated thought suddenly arises.

I won't make friends all the way and have a pure and stoic state of mind.
  He didn't know if this was a good sign.

It was still some time before the sun fully rose, but the weather had cleared up.

After a long and tiring journey, many people in the caravan were still sleeping soundly and had not yet woken up.

Lu Chenran straightened his clothes, spoke to the God of Hushan, and then walked unhurriedly towards the forest of steles not far outside Qingping County recorded in "Jiamu Zazu".

While the caravan guys who went to Qingping County to purchase last night hadn't fully returned yet, Lu Chenran wanted to see if the ancient battlefield described in the book was as weird as what was recorded in the side of the book.

Perhaps it was because Lu Chenran's outfit at the moment was too conspicuous in this county. He was carrying a backpack and a snow fox on his shoulders. At first glance, he was a member of an aristocratic family who came here to enjoy the snow and scenery.

As soon as he walked near the gate of Qingping County, a group of children gathered around him and said:

"Sir, can you come to Qingping County for a visit? Do you need a friend?"

"Sir, don't look at me, but I am very familiar with the dozens of miles around Qingping County. I will take you wherever you go, and it only costs three grand."

"Sir, choose me! I want two big bucks."

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Lu Chenran smiled and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Children in this world are too sensible. They are already making money for their family at a young age.

Then he squatted down and asked:

"Then do you know how to get to the Ancient Battlefield Stele Forest?"

But little did he know that after these words were spoken, the children who had originally surrounded him dispersed and fled away.

Soon, there was only a child with a child's sideburns, a clean green cloth shirt, and a long snot hanging from the tip of his nose.

Lu Chenran looked at the scene in front of him with some doubts. The child wiped the snot from the tip of his nose and bravely stepped forward and said:

"Mr. Big, our parents don't let us play near the ancient battlefield."

“They were afraid, so they didn’t dare to take Mr.

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Lu Chenran blinked, looked at the tiger-headed boy, squatted down, and asked kindly: "Oh? Then why don't you run?"

"Because you are not afraid of water."

"What's there in the ancient battlefield?"

"My dad said there are unclean things there and it's easy to get caught by dirty things, but Shui Sheng has already gone there secretly, so it doesn't matter if he goes there again."

Lu Chenran was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, took out a few large coins from the package and stuffed them into his pocket, and touched his head:

"Shui Sheng just needs to take me to that side. Shui Sheng doesn't need to go in."

Shui Sheng snorted and ran towards the mountain not far away with a few large coins given to him by the gentleman:

"Mr. Da, we have to hurry up. Shuisheng has to go home for lunch."

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It had just snowed last night, and the rugged mountain road was not easy to walk on.

Following Shui Sheng's pace, Lu Chenran came to a man-made path for about half an hour.

There is a river on both sides of the path, which has been frozen by thick ice and snow. Just looking at the surroundings, there are undulating mountains and no flat depressions, so there are no people gathering here.

Along the way, there were fewer and fewer people, and no birds or animals were seen. There was even a faint mist around. Lu Chenran's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his mind was constantly scanning everything around him.

The temperature is getting colder and colder. It is not a wind chill, but a coolness that penetrates into the bone marrow.

Finally, when he reached a tall granite stone monument, Shui Sheng stopped and said:

"Mr. Big, this is the ancient battlefield."

"You can't see anything in the morning, but at night, you can see the two armies fighting. My dad said it was a mirage."

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Lu Chenran looked towards the depths of the stone monument.

This should be a mausoleum, with stone tablets scattered all over the mountain. At the end of the pile of stone tablets, there is a white marble monument that is ten feet high.

Countless rocks are covered with inscriptions, recording the life of the tomb owner. With the erosion of the years, they have become somewhat blurred. For hundreds of years, in this cold and barren land, these tombstones have witnessed a lot of history. batch after batch of mountain people
  As the book "Jiamu Zazu" gradually disappears into the long river of history, who will remember the tens of thousands of soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the northern border?

Lu Chenran walked very slowly, gently stroking the traces of time with his fingers.

The wind was mixed with the snow, which was blowing and hurting my face.

Lu Chenran walked all the way to the deepest part of the tomb, when a snow-white figure suddenly came into his eyes.

Under that tall monument, a woman in white was holding a large handful of paper money, standing there quietly, with countless pieces of yellow paper at her feet, burning in the snowy sky.

The woman's bun trembles slightly, and the purple orchid steps sway slowly.

Her long, snow-white hair is like the heavy snow falling on the blue ice ocean, and her thin white shirt makes people worry about whether her thin body can withstand such severe cold.

Someone actually burned paper under that monument?
  Who is this woman?
  As if she noticed Lu Chenran, the woman's cold eyes looked at him, her eyes as sharp as ice springs, as if there was a cold current.

Then he turned around and left, leaving only a shadow of snow behind.

Lu Chenran looked at her retreating figure, then looked down at Shui Sheng and said softly:

"Shui Sheng, do people always come to burn paper to pay homage to the tomb here?"

Shuisheng scratched his head in confusion and said softly:
  "Mr. Big, why do you ask that?"

Lu Chenran said:

"Isn't that woman just now burning paper to pay homage to the dead soldier?"

Shuisheng sniffed and looked at him with a strange expression:
  "Mr. Da, are you blinded? There is no one else here. Isn't it just us?"

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(End of this chapter)