Chapter 241 River
In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest.
At first I could still feel the passage of time, but after a year I no longer felt that way.
About a year.
It feels like over a year again.
He had already lost track of time.
I just remember that when I opened the scarlet panel for the last time, the column of the flag master was empty again.
I think Ding Xie should have returned to Wanfa Sect and completed his physical training.
Otherwise, the flag master column will not be empty.
Being inside a magic weapon and sealed in a jade box, even if you want to look outside, you can't.
Simply don't look or listen.
Tu Shanjun felt that he should get used to this kind of life.
Now that you have embarked on the path of immortality, you should be alone with loneliness.
Thousands of great powers belong to oneself, just to become an immortal.
Standing in front of the steps of the Taoist temple on the low mountain in Bannerai.
dusk.
The layers of forest are gradually dyed.
The mountains are covered with maple leaves.
As the breeze blew, Tushanjun, who was wearing a black Taoist robe, stretched his waist.
Yawning, he threw his tall body on the lounge chair quite relaxedly.
He threw the bamboo slips aside at the chessboard table.
It disrupted the originally planned endgame of the game.
The black and white pieces were scattered all over the floor and rolled down the steps.
The magic weapon is promoted to the middle stage and has one hundred thousand souls.
As a result, the foggy world inside the magic weapon has become ten times wider, and it is not as crowded as before.
The small town at the foot of the mountain is also in operation.
When he is tired, Tushanjun will go to the small town for a walk.
The small world rotates according to Tushanjun's will, which inevitably seems monotonous.
He could only try not to interfere.
Perhaps because this journey was too long, Tushanjun had already flipped through the books in his hands several times.
As a golden elixir cultivator, photographic memory is just a side effect of improving one's cultivation.
There are no new spells in the classics. Even if you do research, you can only make small changes in the original spells, and you cannot learn from other methods to make major changes.
Such retreats can feel boring, even disgusting.
Tu Shanjun himself is a person who can practice hard work, but days like this are not really considered hard work, and he doesn’t know when it will end.
"How far is Yangcheng from the Netherworld?"
"It's been more than two years since the large spirit boat was sent to Yinfeng Valley for half a year."
I guess the days to come will be like this, counting the days on my fingers.
"Bitter!"
Even Tu Shanjun couldn't help but sigh.
Counting the days, I have saved fourteen copies of the Yingyue Golden Elixir.
Tu Shanjun once took out a portion and used it on the Golden Elixir Yin Shen. The effect was pretty good, and it was equivalent to the cost of a normal Golden Elixir cultivation elixir.
With such an effect, Tushanjun is already very satisfied.
After all, there was no such method of improving the Yin Shen within the banner before.
However, if used on a Yin Shen with a low cultivation level, the body will explode. In the end, not only the elixir is wasted, but also the Yin Soul needs to be consumed to re-condensate the Yin Ghost in the banner.
"It seems that it needs to be diluted."
Just as Yinhun Dan is divided into different grades, Yingyue Dan Liquid must also be divided into different grades.
Feed them all in one go, and ordinary Yin ghosts are not as powerful as the huge medicine.
Diluting the elixir liquid requires Tiancai Dibao auxiliary materials.
You can't just add a puddle of water and it will be diluted. The medicinal properties of the golden elixir liquid will probably be destroyed by 80 to 90%.
It is really a waste of natural resources to chew peonies.
…
"Is the Valley of the Wind ahead?"
"The map shows it to be exactly what it is, and judging from its appearance, I'm afraid there's no other place to go."
The two people on the spirit boat were chatting normally.
"Hey, it is indeed the Valley of the Wind."
As the man said, the Yinfeng Valley sank into the cliff, and gray mist shrouded the low mountains on both sides, even spreading to halfway up the mountain.
The sunlight can only pass through the top of the cliff, but cannot penetrate the gray fog in front of it and shine into the Yinfeng Valley.
"Now that we've arrived at the place, let's put down what the employer needs to escort."
"You just want to throw it into the Valley of Shadows?"
"That's right."
The escort from the Ancient Immortal Tower on the Lingzhou took out the jade box entrusted by Ding Xie.
The mana circulated and plunged into the thick mist.
Like a meteor hitting the sea of clouds, it burst into bloom in mid-air.
The seal on the jade box burned out quickly, and then the last stored mana poured into the jade box soul flag.
An inch of the soul flag turns into a Zhang Xu in the wind.
The main pole with dark gold patterns on the black background pierced the surrounding gray fog, and countless evil ghosts were crowded on the open black flag with gold edges.
"Why is there so much movement?"
"Don't worry too much. The Immortal Tower does not care about where it comes from. Let's go quickly. The Great Spirit Boat won't wait for us."
"Extremely yes."
The small spirit boat in the sky only flickered slightly before disappearing at the end of the sea of clouds.
This was beyond Tu Shanjun’s expectation.
Guxianlou's work is indeed very reliable. Not only did it not explore why there was such a big movement, it also never opened the employer's package midway.
Deliver things according to established procedures.
Tu Shanjun thought that it would take a lot of effort, or that someone did not follow the original plan and the soul flag was taken out midway.
I don't know whether I should be glad that things were done cleanly, or regret that I didn't follow the second plan.
…
The terrain of Yinfeng Valley is not dangerous, but it does not see sunlight all year round.
However, the towering ancient trees are still growing vigorously, breaking through the thick fog on the cliff.
The streams at the bottom of the valley converged into a river about two feet wide.
There were sounds of apes on both sides of the bank, and uncivilized spirits could be seen running around in the jungle everywhere, warily walking to the river to drink water.
The soul flag fell from the sky, causing a lot of noise, but it had subsided after sinking into the cliff.
You can only see the pressure released by the magic weapon itself, but there is no other impact.
Spirits that have not yet developed their spiritual intelligence often take a detour to the soul banner.
They can feel something is wrong with the breath.
Just like different spirits have their own territory, after the soul flag falls, they also have their own territory.
Looking around, the surrounding vegetation was cleared by the fallen soul flags.
The frightened wild beasts in the forest had long since fled.
Apart from the faint lingering evil aura, there was no other movement in the soul flag.
The mottled evil spirit here is indeed full, and the concentration of spiritual energy is also good. Maybe a spiritual vein will be generated underground.
…
"Isn't there not even a single intelligent spirit in this mountain stream?"
Tu Shanjun felt that he had stayed in the soul flag for too long, so he became angry.
After reciting the Heart-Purifying Mantra twice, I felt relieved.
Even if you don't encounter a spirit monster that opens your spiritual intelligence, the abnormal state manifested by the soul flag will not stay for long.
Just now, he also saw the footprints of people coming and going on both sides of the river. No one came in a short period of time, and someone will definitely visit after a long time.
Sunset.
Darkness covers eyes.
The moonlight in the sky turned into a silver gauze beam of light, illuminating the skull on the main pole of the soul flag. The dark golden color reflected the light under the moonlight.
"Gudu."
Crash.
The river under the moonlight sparkled with water, and then a wet figure climbed out of the river.
Her robes trailed to the floor, and her hair, which had been rolled out, stuck to her scalp.
Along the tips of the hair, water dripped down.
There was no trace of blood in the pale hands.
The figure tiptoed towards the direction of the soul flag under the moonlight.
It got closer and closer, but there was no trace of the figure.
It wasn't until the figure walked up to the soul flag that he saw the ferocious eyes on the ghost's face.
Blue-black bloodshot threads surged, and the pale face came close.
After staring at it for a long time, he reached out and held the soul flag.
But before he could pull the soul flag up from the ground, it seemed to be sucked and turned into a wisp of smoke and dust flying into the black background of the flag.
Became a wandering soul in the soul flag.
"Drowning ghost?"
Tu Shanjun didn’t think there was anything scary about it.
Most ghosts retain the appearance of death when they die. For example, a hanged ghost will stick out its tongue, a drowned ghost will have a ferocious face, and its body will be pale and swollen...
If ghosts are scary, then Tushanjun should be regarded as the first-class ghost king.
It's just a pity that the ghost in the water is so weak that he can't even pick up the soul flag.
Instead, he was directly absorbed by the soul flag and became a slave soul.
"I just entered the level and can't even reach the first level of Qi training." Tu Shanjun shook his head regretfully.
I thought I could take a body, but I didn't expect that this lonely ghost couldn't even lift the soul flag, so I had to wait.
…
At the foot of the cliff, there is a family living there.
In the quiet night, there was only a slight sound of insects chirping and dogs barking, and then there were figures under the candlelight talking small words.
Beside the kang, the young man who was trimming arrows with a razor put down his work and picked out the wick of the big oil lamp to make it brighter.
Then Shi Ran said: "Dad, there was a sound from the cliff at noon, like an earth dragon turning over."
"I clearly saw something falling from the sky, and it must have landed at the bottom of the valley."
"Not to mention immortal treasures, even if iron falls from the sky, it can be exchanged for gold and silver in Huaifeng City."
Bah, bah, bah.
The strong old man sitting cross-legged on the kang was smoking a dry cigarette, pressing the tobacco in with his thumb.
Use burning wood to start a fire.
"hiss!"
The dark tobacco was ignited, and the burning stars spread.
The choking smell of tobacco filled the air.
In the mist, I saw the strong old man waving his hand to sweep away the smoke and dust in front of him.
Revealing a pair of cloudy eyes.
A flash of light flashed, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Okay, you are old enough to ask for a wife. If you really have a treasure, you can just exchange it for a wife."
"But Yinfeng Valley is the territory of the River Lord..."
"That one stays day and night. Let's wait until the sun comes out tomorrow before heading into the mountains. Even if we encounter him, we won't be afraid of him."
"That's fine."
The strong old man knocked the long dry tobacco stick in his hand and knocked the burned tobacco into the corner.
…
The moon and stars were sparse, and the Yinfeng Valley with towering ancient trees was very quiet.
No, it's not that the Shadow Wind Valley is silent, but that the rivers and streams don't seem to be flowing anymore.
Tushanjun's eyes opened a slight gap in the soul flag, and then closed them again.
There was something peering at the soul flag in the river that was about six or seven meters wide, and it could be seen clearly through the water curtain.
However, Tushanjun had no choice but to wait and see if he was trapped in the soul flag.
I just hope that the things in the river can take action after they realize that there is no danger.
Until late at night.
Perhaps it was determined that there would be no danger, or perhaps it was attracted by the beam of light and moonlight, and the things in the river finally took off.
Wow.
The stream is rushing.
This caused the shore to rise three to four inches, and it spread towards the position of the soul flag.
Until the rippled water light touches the soul flag.
A cyan palm held the upright soul flag.
The palm had sharp nails, and there were a few blue-black scales on the back of the hand.
[Do you want to bind the new banner master? 】
Tushanjun inside the banner suddenly opened his eyes.
He said in a deep voice: "Yes!"