Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

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The distance of thousands of miles is only fleeting, and before the scholar could react, the carriage had already stopped at the door of a house.

The people around were not disturbed at all, as if the carriage had always existed.

Su Mo never asked for the detailed address, but only relied on his aura to find this place.

"If nothing else happens, this is your home, go in and have a look."

The scholar was a little excited, but also a little hesitant.

The so-called closer to the hometown is more timid.

After half an hour, he finally made up his mind and slowly got off the carriage.

Knocking the door, not long after, a young man with the appearance of a servant opened the door, looked at the white-haired scholar in a long gown, frowned and asked, "Old man, who are you looking for?"

"Is this the Xu Mansion?" the scholar asked hesitantly.

"Yes." The servant nodded.

"Then... is Xu Shuangtong still alive?" The scholar's tone gradually became excited.

"Xu Shuangtong?" The servant frowned and thought for a while, then finally shook his head: "I've never heard of this name."

Xu Shuangtong is the scholar's father.

The last glimmer of hope was also dashed.

He looked at the servant and said softly: "Then can I trouble you to inform me that... that Xu Yongliang who went to Beijing to catch the exam back then is back."

The servant stared at the scholar suspiciously for a few times, but finally nodded and said: "Then wait a moment, I will report now."

At this moment, Xu's living room.

Sitting on the main seat was a middle-aged man in a Chinese robe, frowning and muttering: "Xu Yongliang? This name is a bit familiar..."

At this moment, an old man was helped into the house by his servants.

"Xiao Liang, what are you mumbling about?"

"Hey, old man!" The middle-aged man stood up immediately, went up to drive away the servants, and held the old man's arm with his own hand: "It's nothing, just an old man came to the door."

"Old man?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man said truthfully, "What's your name...Xu Yongliang."

The old man froze in place suddenly.

He turned his head: ".'Xu Yongliang?"

"Yes." Curious about why the old man had such a big reaction, the middle-aged man subconsciously said, "What else are you talking about...I went to Beijing to catch the exam."

What everyone didn't expect was that.

The old man suddenly became excited: "Where is the person? Where is it!"

"It's at the door." The middle-aged man said quickly, "Don't get excited, old man, I'll invite him in right now."

As a result, before he finished speaking, the old man rushed towards the gate with his cane.

Su Mo and Zhang Zhiwei were standing on the street, but the people around them couldn't see them, and they seemed out of tune with the whole world.

At the gate of the house, two old people hugged each other and cried loudly.

"Let's go." Su Mo said to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Traveling in the world of mortals?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"This place is thousands of miles away from Longhu Mountain. If we go at the previous speed, I'm afraid it will take more than half a year." Su Mo shook his head and smiled (Li Nuozhao): "Use magic to fly over there, otherwise the old master may have to walk for more than half a year." You have to settle accounts with me."

And at the door of Xu's house.

The scholar turned his head and was about to thank him, but found that the carriage had disappeared at some point.

There were people coming and going on the street, but the two young Taoist priests were the only ones gone, as if they had never existed before, leaving no trace of fireworks.

The scholar was silent for a while, and finally bowed to the position of the carriage before.

"Brother... Where have you been all these years?" The old man behind him wiped his tears: "70 years! 70 years have passed!"

"A few brothers, I am the only one who is still alive."

The scholar looked at the place where Su Mo disappeared, pondered for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "Go home first, Yang."

"Take me to visit the graves of my parents and younger brothers in the afternoon, and I will tell you a story...you should listen to it as a story!".

Chapter 615

Longhu Mountain is actually just the honorable name of a famous mountain. The real Taoist name should be Tianshidao.

The inner gate of Tianshi Dao is called Tianshi Mansion, which was as famous as Maoshan in ancient times, and was even called the ancestral court of Taoism for a period of time!

It's just that as time passed and the years changed, for some reason, Dragon and Tiger Mountain was gradually used to refer to the Tao of Heavenly Master.

Among Taoist sects, Celestial Master is not the name of the realm, but refers to the head of Longhu Mountain alone. Each head is also called Longhu Tianshi.

There are no alchemy monks in Longhu Mountain today, and even the old heavenly masters have not practiced alchemy, but even so, none of the Taoist sects dare to underestimate Longhu Mountain, not just because of the fairy talisman.

No one can tell what kind of shocking methods he has for the old celestial master who has lived for nearly a thousand years without practicing alchemy.

Although the flight of Yuqi is thousands of miles away, it is only in the blink of an eye.

But when the two arrived at Longhu Mountain, they found that the entire mountain and river had been closed to the outside world, and a large number of Taoist priests in Taoist robes were lined up on both sides of the main hall of Tianshi Mansion to welcome them.

An old man with white beard and white hair, wearing a celestial master's Taoist robe, stood at the entrance of the main hall, his spirits flickered, and his eyes did not see the cloudiness of the old man at all, but shone like stars.

Beside him, there was a young girl in a loose white robe, who was looking at the sky curiously.

Su Mo did not fly directly in front of the old Tianshi, but landed at the end of the stairs with Zhang Zhiwei, and then walked up the steps step by step to the front of the Tianshi's mansion.

"Maoshan Su Mo, pay homage to the old heavenly master!"

This old man is a person of the same era as his master Master Zixiao. He does not practice alchemy, but he is stronger than a real person. No matter how much he respects him, he cannot be overstated.

The old man's eyes looked at Su Mo, but they were not sharp, nor did he have the terrifying oppressive power of his master, as if the sky had collapsed, just like the spring breeze in March, gently brushing his cheeks.

"I've heard that old boy Zixiao talk about you a long time ago. You are the only one among dragons and phoenixes. I was a little skeptical at the beginning, thinking that the old boy was boasting."

"Looking at it now, it is indeed a fairy root seedling, much stronger than that bastard of mine."

Zhang Zhiwei curled his lips beside him, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

"The old heavenly master is absurd." Su Mo put down his hands holding the ceremony, and said with a smile: "The junior just has a little bit of talent, plus good luck."

"Like your master." The old master raised his finger, tapped Su Mo through the air, turned around and said with a smile, "Come in, the lunch is ready."

"Dragon and tigers have always been cold and cold, and they are not as luxurious as your Maoshan Mountain. It is said to be a lunch, but it is actually porridge, pickles and white steamed buns. Don't be surprised by the truth."

Su Mo followed behind: "Food is not important, what matters is who you eat with."

"Compared with the explosive wealthy households in the mortal world, even delicacies from mountains and seas are like chewing wax."

"With the old heavenly master, even steamed buns and pickles are comparable to fairy treasures."

"Do you hear me, learn a little bit." The old master cast a sidelong glance at Zhang Zhiwei beside him: "With your elm-like head, I don't think I'll hear you say such words until it's buried in the ground. "

"I..." Zhang Zhiwei opened his mouth.

But he looked at Su Mo, and then at the master who was walking ahead, he couldn't afford to offend either.

In the end, he could only continue to remain silent with a bitter face.

White porridge and pickled vegetables are just a joke. After all, it is the ancestral family of the Taoist sect. No matter what, it will not be so short of money. What's more, entertaining Su Mo, the true biography, is equivalent to an official meeting between the two great immortal sects of Longhu Mountain and Maoshan , naturally not shabby.

The white rice is all Breitling rice, and only the great immortal sects have some reserves of this kind of rice.

If ordinary people eat it, they will be able to prolong their lives and be free from all diseases.

It's just that the girl in white has a pancake in her left hand and a bowl of rice in her right hand, but her mouth is stretched into a bun shape by the dishes, which looks funny and cute.

Seemingly noticing Su Mo's gaze, the girl swallowed her mouthful of food with difficulty: "Don't eat hard when you have food, and you won't have anything to eat when you're hungry."

"Senior Brother Su, don't take offense." Zhang Zhiwei smiled a little embarrassedly: "She does this every meal."

"No, it's a blessing to be able to eat." Su Mo responded with a smile, and turned to look at the old man sitting on the main seat: "Old Master, you should already know the purpose of my visit this time, right?"

"Yeah." The old man sighed slightly: "This is the end of the world, it is really cruel, even if it is as noble as the hell king, it cannot escape."

"The way of heaven disappears, and the fairy court leaves. We mortals have no ability to change, so we can only adapt." Su Mo took a bite of green vegetables: "For example, dragons and tigers, didn't they just develop the technique of practicing Qi Dao to deal with the end of the dharma? robbery."

Qi Dao, Maoshan has actually been researched, after all, for the time being, Yunxu Xingjun, the celestial ancestor, is watching, and all the problems in the mortal world are not problems.

It's just that Qi Dao is only one of Maoshan's preparations, so it hasn't been studied in depth, so it is naturally not as proficient as Longhu.

"If you have the way but no skills, you can get the skills. If you have the skills but don't have the way, the skills will stop." The old master closed his eyes slightly: "Although the way of life can deal with the end of the law, it also abandons the real truth. Dao, there is skill but no way, and it is not the right way in the end, how can it compare with the true alchemy."

"After a hundred years, those of our generation who should leave, who should be buried in the earth, must be passed down, and perhaps the only Dao Dao Daoist in this world of mortals."

"Hey, I have thousands of plans, but how can I compare with a real person's sword?"

"In the future, dragons and tigers will rely more on Su Zhenchuan."

"Old Heavenly Master's words are serious." Su Mo glanced at Zhang Zhiwei: "Dragon Tiger and Maoshan are both the same branch, and they have had a deep friendship since ancient times. If something happens to Dragon Tiger in the future, I will naturally not sit idly by."

The old heavenly master chuckled, stopped talking, picked up the rice in front of him and waved his chopsticks.

It's just that Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but look at his master's appearance.

He knows his master too well, and he looks like a high-ranking master of righteousness, but in fact it is not the case.

For example, eat now.

He was 100% sure that his master saw that Baobao Feng and Su Mo were about to eat up all the Lingmi and Lingcai on the table, so he hurriedly stopped talking and started eating.

According to Master's words, this is called timely stop loss!

However, Su Mo's gaze was fixed on the girl in white, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face showed doubts.

There is a faint golden light shining in the depths of his eyes, and the Dharma eyes have been opened! .

Chapter 616

In the deep underground palace, there are red flames dancing on the walls on both sides.

An old man and a young man walked slowly in the middle of the underground palace, and the sound of their footsteps echoed clearly around them.

"Old Heavenly Master." Su Mo looked at the old man leading the way ahead, and finally couldn't help asking: "That girl..."

"Strange, isn't it?"

The old heavenly master knew what he wanted to say, and he didn't turn his head: "Ordinary people have three souls and seven souls. These souls are originally one, and it won't work without either side, but that girl only has three souls and six souls. One soul."

"I don't know if the old heavenly master is convenient for the younger generation."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I haven't figured it out yet." The old man said without pausing, "300 years ago when the Qing army entered the pass, the world was in chaos and monsters everywhere."

"I went down the mountain to hunt down demons, but on the way, I ran into this girl, covered in stains, who was being caught by a group of robbers and was about to take her back to the village."

"I was soft-hearted for a moment, so I rescued him and brought him back to Longhu Mountain."

"As a result, unknowingly, after more than 300 years, her appearance has not changed at all, as if time has stopped on her body, the years are like water, and the body is like a rock, letting the water flow by, but she is still standing .”

Speaking of this, the old heavenly master sighed slightly: "Since the end of the world, there have been no alchemy practitioners in Longhu Mountain, and I have lost contact with the heavenly court, otherwise I will definitely tell the ancestors of the heavenly immortals , find out what happened to this girl."

"One of the seven souls is missing, but it is like a fairy, immortal, with an eternal face, it is really weird."

"Where is the underworld?" Su Mo asked tentatively.

"In the book of life and death, there is no her name."

Hearing the old heavenly master's response, Su Mo couldn't help being stunned.

The girl didn't notice the slightest real qi, so she was obviously not a person who practiced alchemy.

"What's her name?"

"Feng Baobao, although she doesn't remember anything, she only remembers her own name." The old Tianshi paused, looked at the bronze gate ahead, and said, "Here we are, this is here."

Su Mo also interrupted his contemplation when he heard the words, and looked up, only to find that the bronze gate was engraved with runes, which looked like two bronze talismans from a distance.