The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Ye Zhong took a brush with a bald tip and pointed it at the painting spread out on the ground. He tried left and right, but he just couldn't start writing.

"Hey, can you do it? If not, let me do it!" said You Guang next to him.

"Come here! Come here!" Ye Zhong stuffed the pen in his hand to You Guang.

You Guang took the pen, leaned over, and tried very hard to paint, but his pen just traced left and right without touching the paper.

"Oh, this pen is not good, it's too bald!"

"You also know this brush is bald?" Ye Zhong rolled his eyes. "It was made temporarily, and the hair used is not good. It was plucked from a crow, how can it not be bald?"

You Guang said, "Can't we just find a weasel? How can you make a pen out of bird feathers?"

"Tsk, there's thousands-of-years-old ice everywhere here, where did the weasel come from? It's good enough to find a few bird feathers." Ye Zhong said.

The two men faced each other, with a painting between them, and their brows began to frown.

This is a valley, surrounded by black ice everywhere, flashing with cold light.

There are two suns in the sky, one in the eye, emitting brilliant light that illuminates the Kunlun Mountains, but it cannot melt the ice and snow on the mountains.

In one’s spiritual consciousness, golden light condensed, as if a golden ball was suspended in the air. That was where the Ten Thousand Immortals Sword Formation was located.

You Guang looked up and said, "Why don't we secretly activate the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and melt all the ice and snow on the mountain? There must be all kinds of animals buried in the ice, so we can just find a handful of fur."

Ye Zhong said: "If you want to die, don't harm me. There are 100,000 sword immortals in the formation. Can you defeat them?"

"Tsk, how about a hundred thousand sword immortals? In the battle between gods and demons back then, we saw all kinds of battles!" You Guang said disdainfully.

"Don't forget, we are no longer the same brothers as we were back then. We are two ghosts now!" Ye Zhong reminded, "To be clear, we are the losers, and those sitting in the formation are the winners."

“Bah, they are nothing but thieves who steal the Dao!” You Guang sneered, “If the saint and the devil had not perished together, how could they have had their turn? Now they sit in a high position, using the Dao of Heaven to rule the world…”

Before he could finish his words, Ye Zhong covered his mouth.

"Be careful, we are here to save people, not to get angry. Don't let anyone hear us."

"Where is the hell is this place?"

Suddenly, I heard singing and the sound of a piano.

"Hey, there's someone!"

The two turned around and looked, but only heard the voice but didn't see the person.

After a long time, a man with loose hair and open clothes came over singing. There was a zither floating in front of him, and he was playing and singing by himself.

"Hey, this person is interesting. I have seen people eating while walking, but I have never seen anyone playing the piano while walking." You Guang said.

The man also saw them and seemed a little surprised. He stopped playing the piano and said, "Hey, who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"There are so many people you haven't met. Why do you have to meet them?" You Guang said dissatisfiedly.

The man was stunned for a moment and said, "That's right, there are many people I haven't met, you two are not a big deal, goodbye."

Let's go.

"Wait a minute!" You Guang shouted.

"You called me?" the man stopped, turned around and asked.

"Yes, I want to ask you if you have a brush. I want one with wolf hair. It would be best if the hair is from a weasel that has lived for more than a thousand years, and I want the tip of the hair behind the tail," said You Guang.

"Your request is too high." The man said, "I originally had a thousand-year-old brocade marten, which meets your requirements, but it was borrowed by someone more than ten years ago and has not been returned yet."

"Oh, that's a shame. The person who borrowed the hair is really despicable!"

"It's abominable. If you encounter him, please help me tell him to return it to me."

"Okay, I'll tell him when I see him."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The man walked past them, glanced at the painting spread on the ground as he passed by, and without saying anything, he continued to play the piano and sing as he walked away.

You Guang watched him disappear, scratched his head and said, "What a weird guy."

Ye Zhong said, "You are also a weirdo, why did you agree to him?"

"I just agreed to it casually. We won't meet each other anyway," You Guang said.

"What if we run into each other?"

"If you run into him, just tell him."

"Don't you want to think about what's happening right now?"

"What's that? You mean the pen?"

"It's not the pen, it's that he saw our painting." Ye Zhong pointed to the map of mountains, rivers and the country spread on the ground.

"So what if you saw it?"

"Isn't it strange that he saw the painting and didn't ask a single question?"

"What's so strange about that? He plays the piano and sings, so he's obviously a music lover, but he doesn't necessarily like painting. If he doesn't like painting, why are you asking?"

"But he is obviously a cultivator, and his realm is not low. I think he has at least five or six kalpas in the west."

"What is the Western Five or Six Tribulations? Is it the Western Tribulation, the Five Tribulations, or the Six Tribulations?"

"Then how do I know?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"What I mean is, this is Tiandu. A cultivator with such a realm must be a disciple of Tiandu. Among Yun Yangzi's disciples, the second disciple with the highest cultivation seems to have died. The eldest disciple is in this painting. This one is either the third disciple or the west disciple."

"So is it the Third Disciple or the West Disciple?"

"I don't care about the third apprentice or the west apprentice. I only know that we were caught stealing the paintings." Ye Zhong said with his eyes wide open.

"Oh my!" You Guang slapped his head, "Did he go to report the news? What should we do?"

"Two roads, you choose."

"Those two roads?"

"Or run away."

"What about the other one?"

"Or catch up with him and hit him with a club."

You Guang was slightly stunned, then laughed and said, "Ye Zhong, Ye Zhong, you are such a bad guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Which one do you choose?"

"Nonsense, of course...hitting him with a club!"

You Guang said with a grin, rolled up the map of mountains, rivers, and the country, took Ye Zhong's hand, and the two of them linked their arms and disappeared on the thousand-mile ice surface in an instant.

……

Zeng Yizi sang and played the piano until he reached the depths of Ningbing Valley and stood in front of a huge ice cliff.

He looked up and the ice cliff seemed to be ten thousand feet high. But in reality, it was not, he knew it very well.

The Condensed Ice Valley is a very peculiar place. It is covered with ice everywhere. However, unlike the icebergs outside, the ice here is more primitive and solid. It is difficult to melt, like huge crystals covering the vast valley.

Whenever an iceberg melts outside, a faint sound will be heard in the ice valley, as if the ice is crying.

And on this huge ice cliff in front of you, icy tears will flow drop by drop.

Zeng Yizhi knocked lightly three times on the ice cliff, and then said in a clear voice: "Senior Sister, I am Yizhi, I am here to bring you medicine."

Then, the ice surface at the tip of the pen suddenly cracked, revealing a bottomless ice portal leading inward.

Zeng Yizi smiled, put the piano on his back, turned sideways, and crawled into the crack in the ice.

Then, the crack disappeared and turned back into a smooth ice surface, blending seamlessly with the surrounding area and forming a steep ice cliff in front.