The years when I explored the fairyland

The battlefield is dangerous, but as long as the strength is strong enough, the battlefield can also be very safe!

The team led by Chu Zhou has a sense of recklessness. Wherever they pass, they kill people and monsters. They are unimpeded and advance at a very fast speed.

It took about three days for them to finally approach the territory where the Spring and Autumn Palace is located. Looking up, they can see the palaces stretching on the mountains.

And the light blue water curtain hanging from the sky is dazzling.

And at the foot of the mountain, there is a military camp that stretches for ten miles.

The wooden gate stands tall, and the chevaux de frise made of various animal bones are lined up in rows. Wherever you look, the animal skin tents are very conspicuous.

Then there are many patrol soldiers coming and going. Most of them wear rattan armor, and there are also special paper armor. The weapons are almost all polished out of animal bones, which looks quite exotic.

That is to say, Sang Qing of the Red Flame Army led the way. This person's status seems to be not low, otherwise, they can't get here.

"Master Chu, are you really not going in with me? With your strength, you will definitely be valued by His Majesty Baidi. If you really need anything, I think His Majesty Baidi will satisfy you!"

This is not the first time that Sang Qing has said these words.

Now, he has realized that except for Xiaoji, the other two are not ordinary people.

The old scholar looked sick and old before, and thought he had no fighting power, but when he took action, they knew what it meant to be hidden.

As for Chu Zhou, let alone, it is completely impossible to see through his details.

Sang Qing wanted to win over these two masters, and they are definitely a rare help for Baidi City.

However, Chu Zhou still shook his head and said, "Okay, don't say more. What I want, your Majesty Baidi can't give it, so I won't bother you."

Chu Zhou actually didn't want to be too involved with the people in this world. When interpersonal relationships are complicated, many things will become troublesome.

Anyway, the Spring and Autumn Palace is there. Go in and get what you want.

After he finished speaking, he took Xiaoji and turned to leave.

The old scholar followed without saying anything, but Xiaoji turned around, waved his hand, and said goodbye to Sang Qing.

Sang Qing looked at the backs of the three people leaving, and his expression was a bit struggling, but in the end, he made a decision and stepped into the camp quickly.

In the center of the military camp,

in the most luxurious tent, a middle-aged man with black and white hair, full muscles, and a dignified demeanor like a king, sat at the top.

He had the murderous aura of surviving hundreds of battles, which could only be cultivated by killing monsters in the wild, but he also had the demeanor of a superior, and his words and deeds could not be disobeyed, and he also had the elegance of a scholar.

He sat there, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, and was reading it carefully.

On his left and right, there stood a knife-wielding guard, all of whom were big and strong, wearing real iron armor, with a majestic demeanor, like a door god.

There were chairs on both sides below, where masters from Baidi City sat. A few were dressed as generals, while most were dressed differently and behaved differently. Some were drinking tea, some were holding swords, and some were talking in a low voice, all with a calm demeanor.

Sang Qing knelt on one knee below and told the story of what had happened in the past few days.

At first, everyone didn't care much, thinking that it was a hermit master who came out of nowhere.

But the more they listened, the quieter the noise became, and the more serious everyone's eyes became.

After Sang Qing finished speaking, the middle-aged man at the top, the Lord of Baidi City, His Majesty the White Emperor, finally glanced sideways and asked what everyone was thinking.

"Sang Qing, you must have a guess, tell me?"

Sang Qing hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but was very hesitant.

"Just speak frankly. I'll judge whether it's true or false!"

"I think they should be from outside?"

Wow...

Just one sentence caused an uproar among the crowd. Many people stood up directly with unfriendly eyes; but many people rolled their eyes with disdain.

A general sitting upright with a big horse and a golden sword immediately scolded: "Sang Qing, do you know the weight of this statement? Don't talk nonsense?"

Sang Qing opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but the Baidi at the top spoke: "I asked him to say it, do you have any objection?"

The general immediately knelt on one knee and said: "I dare not!

However, over the years, anyone who claimed to be from outside, in the end, was a swindler, and even caused great panic.

These two people may have some hidden conspiracy!"

"Get up!"

"Your Majesty Baidi..."

"I asked you to get up."

"Yes!"

The general sat back again , Baidi looked at Sang Qing again and said, "You get up too."

"Yes, sir!"

"In other words, this is just your guess?"

"Yes! However, Your Majesty, the reason why I have this guess is not because of what they said or did, but because of the feeling they give people."

"What feeling?"

"It is out of tune with the surrounding environment, just like, like a drop of ink just dropped into clear water. Maybe after a long time, everything will be the same, but at the beginning, it is clear and distinct."

"I have news here too!"

This time, the speaker was a middle-aged man in white clothes, with a free and easy temperament, but his cheekbones were too high, so that he was a bit ugly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone looked over, and he was calm, and then said: "According to the report from the secret agents in Donghuang City, some people who have not been seen before appeared around His Majesty Donghuang."

"That's it?"

"They talk often, usually for several hours, but no one knows what exactly they talked about?"

"You are so confused!"

"I am an intelligence collector. I will be suspicious of anything out of the ordinary. It is also necessary to look for evidence."

"I can't help you, you are right!"

"alright!"

Bai Di interrupted the argument and said, "That's it, you all get out."

"yes!"

"Sang Qing, take the rest of the Red Flame Army to rest in the camp and recharge your batteries. I still need you."

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

After a while, everyone left, leaving only Bai Di sitting there. Although his eyes fell on the book, he could no longer look into it.

He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was deep in thought, but later, he shook his head and said to himself: "Instead of guessing here, it is better to meet."

Then, a gust of wind blew, and Bai Di disappeared from where he was.

…

In another human military camp, there was another scene!

The round table was not big, but there were a lot of food and drinks. Sitting at the table was a middle-aged man who was two meters tall and covered in tendons.

He has two carefully groomed beards, one on the left and one on the right, in a figure-eight shape. His skin is bronze, and he looks like a peerless warrior.

But his eyes were clear, even somewhat gentle, and his manners were elegant and decent.

If someone hadn't introduced him, no one would have believed that this person was the other leader of the human race, Donghuang.

As for the other four seats at the round table, they were all acquaintances, including the blind sword master, the haggard old monk, the boy Buddha, and the ancestor Honglian.

Among the four of them, only the blind swordsman looked normal, while the others looked miserable. The haggard old monk lost an arm, and the boy Buddha lost a leg.

The most miserable person was the Ancestor Hong Lian. He was covered in bandages all over his body and blood was constantly oozing out. The Ancestor Hong Lian had to hold his breath for fear that he would cough up blood if he took a big breath.

Of course, the conversation between them was quite smooth. Donghuang almost always asked questions, and the blind sword master answered them. From time to time, the boy Buddha and the haggard old monk would also answer a few words.

As for Patriarch Honglian, he had the most irritable temper and did not dare to say a word.

Listen carefully, the questions they talked about were very simple, such as what is your outside world like? How many people are there? How many monsters are there? How big is the territory? How many cities are there? What kind of martial arts have you practiced?

Or, are there any real immortals among you? What is the longest life span? What kind of supernatural powers could it have? How powerful is it?

There are also some, such as what is a country? How much space does it occupy? What is a sect? Why should the country be governed together with the sect?

Many people who asked these questions felt dumbfounded, but this is extremely normal!

It's like they just arrived and can't understand why this is the case here? Why is there no ancient immortal? Why don't you see the country? Why are there still monsters?

The atmosphere of communication between the two parties was quite good, but in the end, a question from Donghuang made the four of them unable to hold their nerves.

"According to your opinion, you entered the Cave Heaven Paradise this time because you plotted against Chu Zhou. I am just curious, simply curious!"

"Do you have any regrets?"

As soon as these words came out, all four of them looked bitter. Donghuang asked them if they had any regrets?

I’m afraid there is!

But there is everything in this world, but there is no regret medicine!

…

another place,

In a large mountain surrounded by black wind.

There is a huge space in the hollowed-out cave, which is brightly illuminated by burning torches.

And at the highest point, on the golden throne, lies a bear monster, which is about ten feet long and covered in black hair. Even the face is like this, and the outline of the face can barely be seen.

This person is the Lord of Black Wind Mountain, the Black Wind King. He is a black bear turned spirit, with dozens of monsters and tens of thousands of half-demon under his command.

In terms of wealth and power, he is the best among two cities and three mountains! ! !

It's a pity that in this paradise, wealth and power are not the most important thing. Personal cultivation is more important.

Among the three demons, he is the lowest in terms of cultivation!

At this moment, he was slicing his palm, spitting out drops of demon blood, which fell into the mouth of the person kneeling in front of him.

Looking closely, the black demonic energy turned into chains, binding Ancestor Xuan Yue and the nine-headed lion tightly, and held their heads high, forcing them to open their mouths.

The demon blood fell into their mouths drop by drop, and even if they struggled, it would not help.

"Swallow it, swallow it. After you swallow it, you will become my half-demon. I would like to know, are you really from this world?"

"If it's true, if it's true, if you can get in, I can get out!"

“At that time, the world is so big, where can’t we go?”

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Not to mention the horror of Patriarch Xuan Yue and the nine-headed lion, Tian Deaf, one of the twelve land gods, was already reduced to a pile of withered bones.

…

Another place, on the sky.

The clouds and mist rolled in, forming unique scenes.

There are palaces, cloisters, trees, flowers and plants, pavilions, rockeries, and even cranes soaring in the air and chirping.

And in the pavilion, two people were sitting facing each other.

One of them was the ancestor of the Ji family. His brows were slightly furrowed, he was holding a teacup in his hand, and his expression was somewhat depressed.

The person opposite him was, let's say, a human being. To be precise, he was a human figure condensed by mist. He had facial features and a body, but his face made of billowing clouds looked very weird.

"According to you, you went into the secret realm to look for elixirs that can extend your life?"

"Yes!"

"The reason why he was able to enter the secret realm is that Chu Zhou from Xuanzhen Palace had a way to open the Tianmen?"

"You have asked this matter three times, and I have answered it three times. Is it because my answer is not clear enough, or there is something wrong with your ears."

Yanbo Mountain, the cloud demon has a rare good temper: "You answered very clearly, and my ears are fine. I just want to confirm one thing - as long as I find that Chu Zhou, that means I have found a way to get out. Neither?"

"I'm not sure about this, but it should be so!"

"Haha, that's fine, Chu Zhou, Chu Zhou, I'm curious, what secret does this person hide?"

"Find him and capture him, then I will know everything I want to know!"

…

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Trees.

There were two more people on their way. The Ba Zong ancestor and the warriors from the Golden Horde each held weapons and split the vines and weeds blocking the road.

However, they did not have Chu Zhou's confidence. When they encountered spiritual beasts, they would hide and avoid them whenever they could. Only when they couldn't avoid them would they fight.

And this led to uncertainty in their direction. Every time they passed a certain distance, they needed to stop and watch, look at the sun in the sky, or take out a compass to determine the direction of their progress.

Until a certain moment, the ancestor of Ba Zong suddenly paused and said, "Do you feel it?"

The warrior from the Golden Horde was a standard barbarian, short and stocky, wearing animal clothing, and his face was full of weathered color, resembling the herdsmen on the grassland who had been destroyed by the wind and sand.

He also had an ugly face and said in a hoarse voice: "Everyone who is deaf and mute is dead, and the condition of others is not very good. We have suffered a big loss during this trip!"

"Who would have thought? Who would have thought that we would be separated as soon as we entered the secret realm, and our biggest trump card would not be used!"

"I just hope that there will be a day when we can reunite. By then, even though there are only ten of us, we can still let the people and monsters here feel how powerful our land gods are!"

…

Outside the Spring and Autumn Palace,

In the sparse grove, a bonfire was lit, and a pot was set up on it. There was thick soup boiling in the pot, and animal meat and bones could also be seen tumbling.

Xiaoji is adding various seasonings and vegetables to it, and he can also use a spoon to stir it. He is extremely focused on what he is doing.

Beside, the old Confucian scholar was practicing swordplay. He didn't use any complicated swordsmanship, but used the simplest moves to get a feel for it.

Split, chop, peel, stab, turn...

There is nothing to say about these, but from time to time, golden light flashes on his sword, and the true energy is swallowed, long or short, and sometimes it is directly shot out.

It was obvious that the old Confucian scholar was trying more martial arts methods.

As for Chu Zhou, he sat cross-legged and drew a series of closed circles of spirit patterns in his hands, intending to speed up the formation of the spell as much as possible.

Chu Zhou also discovered that magic is not completely unusable in the secret realm. For example, spiritual beasts have this method, and some monsters can also use similar innate magic.

He was a little confused at first, but later he discovered that if he didn't rely on the outside world's inspiration and purely used his own magic power, he would be able to move much faster.

Furthermore, spells also require proficiency. The spells that Chu Zhou had practiced before had too many choices, that is, to the extent that they could be used, they were so profound that they even reached the point of 'perfection of spells and spirituality itself'. That's a huge difference.

He was thinking, if he really mastered a certain technique to the point where he couldn't be more familiar, and then only used his own magic power to control it, could it also be used for fighting?

As soon as this idea came up, Chu Zhou couldn't stop. What he was trying now was the water method he was most familiar with.

Time passed in practice until Xiao Ji's voice came: "Brother Chu, grandpa, it's time to eat."

The old Confucian scholar immediately threw his sword away, and Chu Zhou's magic power was released only after a spiritual pattern was completed.

The three of them gathered around the bonfire, each holding a bowl, and slurping their meals, looking very happy.

Only Chu Zhou tilted his head slightly, twitched his ears, put down the bowl in his hand a little, and said, "I wonder who is coming?"

Wow!

There was a sound of trees rubbing against each other, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, and a middle-aged man with half-black and half-white hair walked out slowly.

He smiled and said, "I'm the Emperor Bai. I'm here to ask for a bowl of food. Is that okay?"

"You are a guest, please sit down first!"

Chu Zhou didn't seem to be surprised at all. He waved his hand and made an invitation gesture. It wasn't until the middle-aged man sat down and took Xiao Ji's food that he asked, "I thought someone would come, but no one came." I thought it was His Majesty the White Emperor!"

"I just don't know if your Majesty is here in person. What advice can you give me?"

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