The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 922 Tomb Keeper

On the hillside, Ye Fei withdrew his gaze, already having the intention of leaving in his heart.

Now that his injury has recovered, the Ice Qi Desolate Beast outside is not to be feared. Although the combat power of this beast is extremely terrifying, Ye Fei does not fight, and there is no way to teleport away from the Desolate Beast.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Little friend, wait a minute." The source of the voice was obviously Shanggu ahead.

Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and he couldn't help being shocked at the moment.

In the past few days, he has been cultivating here, and he has not found anyone here before, nor has he felt any breath.

On the hillside, Ye Fei turned his head suddenly, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Remnant soul, or..." What he saw in his eyes, behind the valley in front of him, was an old man in a gray ancient robe, who was walking slowly at this moment, and raised his hand to him with a smile.

This old man's breath is stable, and he can't feel any fluctuations in spiritual power. He looks like an ordinary old man, with a stooped, thin body, a pointed face, and a white beard.

In the cemetery in the valley, the old man showed a smile, like an older person showing kindness after seeing the younger generation.

Ye Fei was a little dazed, his figure flickered immediately, and he entered the valley the next moment, then walked slowly forward, and soon stood in front of the old man.

"Senior, who are you?" Ye Fei asked with a puzzled look on his face.

It stands to reason that no living person should appear in this place, even the headmaster of Kunlun is not qualified to step into this place, and who is this ugly old man in front of him.

Just thinking for a moment, the spiritual power in Ye Fei's body condensed secretly, and he was a little cautious in his heart.

To be able to appear here is undoubtedly a person from Kunlun. Isn't this person the other powerful man who hid in the Kunlun Gate that Fu Cangtian said before?
"Old man, Zhao Shanhe."

"Little friend, do you know that no living person has appeared in this place for nearly a hundred years." The old man in front smiled slightly at this moment, stroked his beard and said in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, Ye Fei's eyes flashed.

"So, the person in front of me is not a living person?" Ye Fei had a flash of inspiration in his eyes, thinking to himself.

It's just that under his perception, he can't tell the difference at all. Even if it is the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, such a powerful spiritual consciousness sweeps forward, and the old man in front of him is no different from an ordinary person.

"The junior doesn't intend to offend, I just use this place to heal my wounds, so I'll leave now." Ye Fei pondered for a while, then raised his hand and said.

He was not afraid of this person, but this place was the home of the Kunlun Sect after all.

Ye Fei was not from Kunlun. He broke into this place indiscriminately. He really disrespected those martial arts seniors. Respecting seniors is the most basic etiquette of a Chinese martial artist.

After all, he was ready to turn around and show mercy.

"Wait a minute, since you're here, why rush to leave." The old man's voice came and echoed in the valley.

Ye Fei's eyes suddenly turned cold, the spiritual power in his body surged, and his expression became serious.

Just as he turned his head, the old man's voice came again.

"Little friend has good wine in hand, why don't you stay for a while, I'm such a bad old man, I've been alone for nearly a hundred years, you have the heart to leave like this?" Zhao Shanhe raised his hand quickly, and his eyes fell on Ye Fei's storage ring superior.

Ye Fei couldn't help being stunned for a while when he heard that.

Subconsciously, he looked down at his storage ring, and suddenly understood.

To say that in his storage ring, what can be called good wine is the gourd soul wine that Mufeng gave him when he was in Penglai Xiandao, and now the jade gourd is still in his hands.

"Senior said, it's this wine." Ye Fei smiled lightly, and a blue light flashed in his palm.

The jade gourd fell into the palm, and the eyes of the person in front suddenly lit up.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

"If it wasn't for seeing that little friend was practicing and healing before, the old man would have been unable to bear it." Zhao Shanhe in front claimed yes, staring straight at the jade gourd in Ye Fei's hand.

At this time, Ye Fei let go of his cautious heart, and it seemed that the person in front of him was really just asking for a sip of wine.

As for the identity of this old man, Ye Fei already has some guesses in his mind at this moment. He can sense the soul brew in his storage ring. This old man is by no means as simple as it seems, and it is probably a remnant spirit that has survived for a long time. body.

Such an existence undoubtedly had the strength of a strong person during his lifetime, otherwise he would not be able to achieve immortality.

"Senior, it's not good to drink here." Ye Fei smiled lightly and looked around at the same time.

The two of them were in the valley at the moment, and all they could see were bluestone tombstones. The two of them were located in the center of the cemetery.

In the valley, Zhao Shanhe shook his head again and again.

I saw him take a step forward at this moment, and when he raised his hand, a wooden table appeared out of thin air, with white jade wine glasses on the table, and two benches appeared beside the table, then he looked up at Ye Fei and smiled.

"Your words are wrong, this place is very good." Zhao Shanhe laughed loudly, and then sat down at the table.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fei didn't say much, and also moved and sat down.

Ye Fei has not touched the soul brew in the jade gourd since he left Penglai. In fact, there is almost an inexhaustible supply of fine wine in the gourd.

After the two finished speaking, they sat opposite each other in front of the wooden table, and the wine in the glass was filled. The old man in front directly picked up the wine glass and couldn't help but gulp it down.

“Good wine!”

"Using the soul as a guide, it can be called immortal wine." The smile on Zhao Shanhe's face at this moment was obviously a little bit brighter, and it was obvious that he still had something to say.

In front of the wooden table, Ye Fei smiled lightly, and casually pushed the jug towards the person in front of him.

While picking up the wine glass, he couldn't help but take a deep look at Zhao Shanhe.

"Senior, but the gravekeeper here?" Ye Fei couldn't help showing curiosity, and asked in a low voice at this moment.

Immediately sitting in the place where there are tombstones, there are always people everywhere. In this space, except for the people in front of him, Ye Fei is not sensing any strange aura.

Here, except for the table in the valley, there is silence all around.

Zhao Shanhe laughed, filled his glass with wine, and drank it down again at the same time, making Ye Fei a little confused whether the person in front of him was a ghost or a real existence here.

"Thousands of years of life, how did you become a fairy?"

"This old man's glass, I respect you all..." Zhao Shanhe filled the wine glass again at this moment, and sprinkled it on the ground casually, as if responding to Ye Fei's words, but more like talking to himself.

In front of the wooden table, Ye Fei looked at the person in front of him, and fell silent for a while.

Just like what the old man said, a thousand years in martial arts is too short, and one calamity of the nine heavenly tribulations is a sad one. It will almost exhaust the life force of a martial arts cultivator in the tribulation realm, and a thousand years of life is not enough to become an immortal.

After the catastrophe, the time left for Wuxiu, it is no exaggeration to say that it is slipping away at a speed visible to the sight.

In the center of the valley, Ye Fei fell into deep thought unconsciously, and in front of him, the old man seemed to stop talking, and just sipped cup after cup of wine in self-concern.

If it wasn't for the soul brew in the jade gourd, it would have been much more than it appeared on the display, and I'm afraid the wine has already been drunk by now.

"Thinking of reaching the realm of the real fairy, the catastrophe cannot be avoided."

"Within a thousand years, if the nine catastrophes are all buried, you can become a fairy. It's not nonsense." Ye Fei looked far away. Under this atmosphere, his expression did not feel lost, but full of is tenacity.

Time passed quietly.

Here, there is no day and night, and I don't know how long it has been at this moment.

In the valley, at the table, Zhao Shanhe finally put down his wine glass, the expression on his face subsided unconsciously, and there was a bit of sadness in those deep eyes.

"Little friend, it is fate that you and I met."

"I wonder if I can do the old man a favor?" Zhao Shanhe raised his head at this moment, his eyes focused on Ye Fei.

Ye Fei came back to his senses, and looked up at the person in front at the same time.

"Senior, it's okay to say." Ye Fei said in a low voice, he could feel the sadness and helplessness in the heart of the person in front of him.

Hundreds of years ago, maybe a thousand years ago, whether it was in this valley, the people on the bluestone tombstones, or the old man in front of him at this moment, they all undoubtedly played a pivotal role in the Chinese Martial Arts world, shaking the world.

However, the world is not benevolent, and the millennium is at the fingertips.

Even if it is the powerhouse of the eighth heavenly tribulation, he will not be able to escape the reincarnation of the heavens and dissipate between the heavens and the earth in the end, so it seems that there is an invisible big hand controlling everything in the world.

In the end, nothing can escape the erosion of time.

"Old man, Zhao Shanhe."

"The ninth-generation ancestor of Kunlun, who has been a god for a hundred years, stepped into the realm of catastrophe for three hundred years, and the end of his life is approaching. He successfully survived the seventh catastrophe, and finally failed to wait for the arrival of the eighth catastrophe."

The old man looked far away, and at the same time as he spoke, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly at this moment.

"Three hundred years ago, the old man's lifespan was exhausted, and the remaining spirit lasted only three years."

"I don't know, little friend, would you like to erect a monument for the old man in the valley?" Zhao Shanhe raised his head, took a deep look at Ye Fei, and asked slowly.

As soon as this remark came out, I felt sad from my heart.

The bluestone tombstones around seemed to tremble slightly.

It's a bit desolate to say that the strong man in the seventh-layer robbery realm can't even find a person who erected a monument in the end.

"Senior, I have a way to keep your remnant spirit alive." Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and he looked up at the person in front of him.

In his inheritance, there are many records of the method of condensing remnant spirits. The remnant spirit of a strong man in a catastrophe can survive for at least a thousand years, but it must be kept in a sealed state for many years.

In front of the wooden table, Zhao Shanhe couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly when he heard the words.

After pondering for a while, he said again: "The old man is tired."

In just a few words, there is an indescribable sense of sadness. It's not that he can't survive like this, it's just a remnant spirit whose life energy has been exhausted, and there is no way to recover it.

This is an irreversible rule.

After finishing speaking at this moment, Zhao Shanhe's eyes in front of him were already full of death. At this moment, Ye Fei could sense that the aura on his body was slowly weakening.

(End of this chapter)