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Chapter 263 Breaking into Peach Mountain

There is a small town more than [-] miles away from Taoshan Mountain, with a flowing stone bridge outside, the scenery is beautiful, and you can see the towering and majestic Xiling Temple when you look up, but this is not the right way, so not many believers come to worship the mountain.

Opposite the Dao Temple in the small town, there is a shop selling roasted sweet potatoes. The business seems to be doing well, and people will come to buy it not too long ago.

An old man with a wrinkled face sat in front of the shop. There were several iron buckets sealed with yellow mud at the door. Some of the broken buckets exuded a sweet fragrance from the inside.

The old man was drinking. From time to time, his calloused fingers pinched a handful of peanuts and put them into his lips for chewing. The wrinkles on his face were filled with black ash. The ash floating out of the tin bucket had accumulated there for decades and could no longer be washed away. clean up.

Guo Yu came a bit late, and the baked sweet potatoes in front were bought by a few passing believers, so he had to wait outside the shop.

After a while, the sweet potatoes were finally baked. The old man squinted his eyes and took out two hot sweet potatoes with his bare hands. He didn't seem to feel the heat from his fingers at all. He wrapped them in paper and handed them to Guo Yu who was standing in front of the shop. .

Guo Yu took out the money from his waist and put it down, holding the hot sweet potatoes to Mo Shanshan who was standing not far away under the eaves of the Taoist temple, handed her one, and said with a smile: "Come on, try it, this shop is already open." After more than 1000 years, the taste should be quite good.”

Mo Shanshan took the sweet potato from his hand and slowly peeled it with his slender fingers, gradually revealing the yellow-red, soft and steaming flesh. At the same time, he asked curiously: "Master, why do we come here to eat roasted sweet potatoes?"

"It is said that when Master attacked Taoshan, this person was here to roast sweet potatoes for him, but he came back before the roasting was done."

Guo Yu smiled slightly, and said: "Since I am going to Taoshan as a teacher, then eating a sweet potato is a tribute to my master."

When Mo Shanshan heard this, a look of admiration suddenly appeared on his face. He picked up the sweet potato in his hand and started eating it, one bite after another. It felt extremely sweet and delicious.

After eating sweet potatoes, Mo Shanshan stayed in the small town to rest, while Guo Yu walked along the direction of the river. Taoshan, where the Xiling Temple is located, appeared and disappeared from sight as the road curved.

Along the way, Guo Yu didn't see anything commendable here. Because the commerce was underdeveloped, it couldn't be said to be prosperous. Except for those believers who devoutly kowtowed and circled the mountain to worship the sky, there weren't many people waiting around. Even the food is much worse than in Chang'an City.

The Xiling Temple is known as a temple, so the security is naturally extremely strict. Checkpoints are set up a few miles away from the foot of the mountain to check the believers coming and going.

The person in charge of managing this checkpoint is an old priest in brown robes. He knew his fate and cultivated at the initial stage. He leaned on a bamboo chair and closed his eyes to rest. The other priests in red who presided over the inspection showed great respect for him.

Seeing this, Guo Yu nodded slightly, thinking that it really deserves to be a Taoist sect that has ruled the world for countless thousands of years, and its background is indeed profound. I believe that no other force will use a great practitioner who knows the realm of fate to look at the gate.

This time he came to climb the mountain, so naturally he would not line up in a regular manner, and walked towards the checkpoint in a swaggering manner.

The old priest immediately sensed something strange, opened his eyes and looked over with some doubts, but after just one glance, he stood up in shock, looked at him and said in horror: "You, you are..."

"Yes, I am the one you are waiting for in the Xiling Temple." Guo Yu looked at him without any expression on his face and said indifferently: "Go in and tell your head teacher that I, Mr. Guo, are here."

As soon as the words fell, the old priest immediately took a few subordinate priests and ran towards the green hill behind him as if fleeing, and more than a dozen believers around him also scattered in all directions, fearing that they would suffer disaster.

Guo Yu did not delay and continued walking slowly towards Taoshan.

"Deng deng deng deng..."

After a while, the neighing of the horses and the sound of hooves gradually increased, and hundreds of temple heavy cavalry rushed over from the foot of Peach Mountain.

These cavalrymen and their mounts were all wearing solid armor, which was very heavy. When the horseshoes landed, a deep pit would be stepped on. Countless mud was trampled and then lifted up. There was a lot of smoke and dust, and the ground began to vibrate.

The friction and impact of the heavy cavalry armor of the temple, combined together, turned into a tsunami, which looked very terrifying.

The armor worn by these Xiling protector cavalry has rune lines carved by the talisman masters. It is difficult for practitioners' flying swords or other natal objects to break through the armor, and it is even more difficult to harm the knight's body.

And the heavy cavalry charging with terrifying power and speed, once they come into contact with the practitioner's relatively weak body, they can crush the practitioner's bones and bones to death in an instant.

As the knight speeded up, the sound of horseshoes fell like a shower and thundered, and the smoke and dust gradually rose into the sky, and an extremely tense and chilling atmosphere emerged in the field.

Feeling the fierce aura rushing towards his face, Guo Yu suddenly remembered the scene when the Mongolian cavalry rushed into the formation. The same sense of oppression, the same impact, as if the next moment his body would be torn to pieces.

Sighing lightly, his mind recovered from the memories of the past, he stretched out his hand to untie the jade flute from his waist, and slowly lifted it to his lips.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The low sound of the flute rose leisurely, and the wind blew through the flute, drifting towards the cavalry who were only dozens of steps away from him.

The few heavy cavalrymen charging in the front suddenly showed extreme pain on their faces, and couldn't help throwing down their long swords and covering their ears with both hands.

But doing so didn't relieve their pain, and the next moment their faces turned a strange flush, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and even the horse and man fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, several heavy cavalrymen fell heavily to the ground with the horses under them, and then with the sound of flutes, more heavy cavalrymen of the temple fell to the ground one after another.

The imposing charge, following the occurrence of these scenes, turned into an extremely tragic collision accident. Nearly a hundred war horses rushing to the front screamed and fell to the ground, their limbs were broken and their bones were broken, and blood spattered everywhere!

Guo Yu's expression didn't change at all. The scene of fighting the Mongolian army when he was young was a hundred times more tragic than today's. He kept switching his fingers on the holes of the jade flute, quietly playing the blue sea tide song that made countless people terrified.

It was the first time that this unfamiliar song showed its power in this world. After the strength of the heaven and earth was strengthened, the low-pitched flute sound reached the ears of the Xiling cavalry, penetrating into the depths of their minds, and the beating frequency of their hearts instantly increased. Dozens of times, instantly let their hearts burst to death.

Even the strong war horses under them fell to the ground one after another because they couldn't bear the sound of the flute, without breathing.

But in a short time, the field at the foot of Peach Mountain was piled up by the charging heavy cavalry into a hill made of flesh and armor. It looked extremely bloody and terrifying, and it was like a Shura field.

(End of this chapter)