Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

The Qin-Chu Ancient Road is the Shangyu Ancient Road.

It was a post road connecting the State of Chu during the pre-Qin period.

It is also the earliest 'highway' in the country.

Starting from Xianyang and ending at Mount Zhongnan in the Qinling Mountains, it stretches for more than 300 miles. There are shops, stores, passes and post stations along the ancient road.

It was usually used for trade and travel, for local governments to hand in materials and tributes, and for transmitting official documents from the imperial court to local governments.

Once a war breaks out.

The ancient road was requisitioned for marching, fighting, and transporting baggage and food.

Because the Qin Dynasty acted strictly, even though more than two thousand years have passed, this ancient road is still passable and no grass grows on it.

However, this ancient road has always been hidden in the deep mountains and forests.

Covered by cliffs and dense mountains.

Most people don’t know at all.

Only the old men who travel through the Qinling Mountains all year round, hunting, searching for medicine and collecting firewood, can find it.

On that day, Yang Fang stayed in Yang County for more than half a month, looking for the whereabouts of his master.

The time agreed with Chen Yulou and others is approaching.

It would be too late to take the detour through the Qinling Mountains.

Only then did he venture alone to cross it.

You know, even if he has good skills and extraordinary strength, the 800-mile Qinling Mountains are no joke. There are dangerous cliffs and steep mountains, and the mountains are continuous and shrouded in clouds and mist.

Who knows how many wild animals and insects are hiding there.

The most terrifying thing is.

There are countless thieves and bandits in the Qinling Mountains.

There are twenty-seven peaks and seventy-two valleys. Except for famous mountains and rivers such as Huashan, Zhongnan Mountain, and Taibai Mountain, almost all other mountains and peaks are occupied.

The people of northern Shaanxi have been tough since ancient times, especially in the late Ming Dynasty, when almost all of the Eight Kings came from here.

And now this chaotic world.

Because of war and natural disasters, people were living in poverty and the land was barren. There was no way to survive. What else could they do? They could only become bandits or simply hide in the mountains and make a living by digging up graves and robbing tombs.

The Qinling Mountains stretch for eight hundred miles.

There are probably thousands or even tens of thousands of thieves and bandits in the den.

Only a few mountains with heritage were able to escape the disaster.

Can be imagined.

If he had not been lucky enough to meet the old hunter who took him along the Qin-Chu Ancient Road that day, unless he had the ability to fly and escape underground, he would have been skinned and his tendons pulled out, turning into a dried civet cat.

"Brother Yang Fang, you have such a good piece of land, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Listen to him briefly.

Partridge Whistle's eyes couldn't help but light up.

The worry in his brows disappeared instantly.

“You didn’t ask this.”

Yang Fang was stumped by his question.

After a moment of hesitation, he spread his hands and said innocently.

The decision to split the troops into two groups was made last night in Hanzhong City.

His mind was full of where his master might have gone.

I thought Manager Chen had already arranged it.

"You kid..."

Hear this.

Even Partridge Whistle, who was usually calm and composed, was speechless.

"Since there is a way, there is really no need to rush."

"There is no need to rush."

Chen Yulou held the ceramic bowl and drank slowly. By now he had gradually gotten used to the taste of the wine.

It is a bit turbid.

But the aftereffect is strong enough.

Hearing what Partridge Whistle said, he nodded subconsciously.

His gaze passed over the people at the table and turned to the ancient city in the distance, or to the south and rear of the city to be precise.

Between the misty clouds.

The mountains are rolling.

A golden roof appears faintly in the sea of ​​clouds.

That is the famous Jade Emperor Peak in Qinling Mountains.

"Brother Yang Fang, did you go to Mount Huashan the last time you crossed the Qinling Mountains?"

While he was absent-minded, Chen Yulou suddenly mentioned something.

“I didn’t climb the mountain, but I did pass by the foot of the mountain.”

Yang Fang didn't know why he suddenly asked about this, and just nodded.

"It is said that Lu Zu once practiced in the mountains."

"If you have a chance, you can go up and take a look."

Gently shake the bowl in your hand.

The clear wine floats back and forth in the glass.

His fresh and handsome face is reflected.

Before, in Mount Kuanglu, because of the sword-untying stone in the Immortal Cave, I could be considered to have received the blessing of Lu Zu.

Taoist swordsmanship was able to make rapid progress in a very short period of time.

now.

Since we have to pass through Huashan.

Apart from anything else, it is still necessary to go to Chunyang Temple to burn incense.

"Alright."

Listen to him talk about Lu Zu.

They looked at each other and immediately understood.

After all, it was a trip to the Fairy Cave that day.

Several of them are here.

Of course, when Chen Yulou specifically mentioned Huashan, it was not just Lu Zu who was referring to him. You should know that the Qinling Mountains were a place where Taoist practices were extremely prosperous. It has been a blessed land and a Taoist holy land since ancient times.

There are more than twenty Taoist temples in Huashan alone.

It is also the birthplace of Quanzhen Sect.

Except for Lu Zu, Liu Haichan and others, there were no traces of their practice.

On the top of Nanshan Mountain, there is the alchemy furnace left by Laozi and the Yangtian Pond for drawing water.

To this day, the many temples and palaces on Mount Huashan are still full of worshippers, with countless Taoists practicing in the temples, and even strange hermits living in seclusion in the mountains.

of course.

Taoism flourished at Mount Hua, and so did martial arts.

It can even be traced back to the pre-Qin period.

The Huashan Sword Sect is not a fiction in martial arts novels, but a real existence.

His swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world.

This is also the reason why he is obsessed with Mount Huashan.

Stop thinking.

The group of people gathered around the stove and continued to make tea and wine.

From the dock where they came, there were sounds of whistles and horns. After eating, the porters put on their hats and continued to work in the cold wind.

Several people finished drinking the drinks in front of them.

Then he knocked the pottery bowl.

Only Chen Yulou drank by himself.

gradually……

As he finished bowl after bowl, the boss, who had freed himself from his busy schedule, began to look visibly nervous, changing from surprised and stunned.

It’s not that I feel sorry for a few bowls of wine.

Those two copper coins alone were more than enough to buy him a whole jar, let alone a few cups.

only……

As a boss.

He knew better than anyone how potent the drug was.

For the porters who did the hard labor, two bowls a day was considered a huge amount, enough to brag about for ten days or half a month. But in just a short while, Chen Yulou had scooped up at least three or five bowls.

He drank it all with a plate of peanuts.

He has run this small shop here for almost twenty years.

I've never seen anyone who can drink like this.

The most terrifying thing is that even after drinking so much, Chen Yulou didn't look drunk at all. His face was calm, and he was even chatting and laughing with his companions at the table.

"Boss, have another bowl."

It's still early.

Chen Yulou pondered for a moment and tapped the table lightly.

The boss, who was thinking about something, stood up subconsciously when he heard the call, but when he walked around the counter and approached the table, he looked at the empty ceramic bowl and his face turned bitter.

"This...Mr. Chen, you can't drink anymore."

"The aftereffects of a donkey falling asleep are too strong. I heard you said you still need to hurry on. What if... our small business cannot afford such a big responsibility."

The boss clenched his fists and kept trying to persuade him.

In the past, he had heard storytellers walking the streets always telling the story of Wu Song crossing Jingyang Ridge to fight a tiger, and he thought it was a bit exaggerated.

I didn't expect to meet a real person today.

His drinking capacity is not much different from Wu Song, right?

Seeing the boss smiling apologetically, looking nervous and helpless, Chen Yulou couldn't help but sigh inwardly and decided not to continue making things difficult for him.

"That's it."

I thought about it.

Ask Kunlun to pick up a water bag.

Chen Yulou smiled and said, "Can you help me fill this bag?"

"Of course...of course no problem."

"Mr. Chen, please wait. I'll be there soon."

How could the boss disagree?

He immediately took it with a smile.

He returned to the wine jar, stood on tiptoe, picked up the long water bucket, and filled the cowhide bag little by little.

After a while.

When he stood at the doorstep and watched the group of people ride away on horseback, the moment he turned around, the whole shop suddenly exploded.

"My god, that gentleman might be the reincarnation of a wine fairy."

"He can really drink, at least seven or eight bowls."

"More than that, why do I feel like there are at least more than ten bowls?"

"You're getting more and more ridiculous. I counted them one bowl at a time. Six large bowls."

"This is incredible. I've lived in Shibalipu for most of my life, and I've never seen such a ruthless person."

"Did you see Mr. Chen when he first got on the horse? He jumped up straight away. He doesn't look like someone who has drunk a few pounds of alcohol and passed out like a donkey."

"Tsk tsk, he doesn't seem to be a famous person. He looks like a teacher, but he can drink so much."

"Who knows? He must be an extraordinary person if he can ride a tall horse."

"..."

A group of people were arguing noisily.

The boss walked to the counter with a smile, opened the drawer, and looked at the two copper coins with joy in his eyes.

This is almost enough to cover the shop’s monthly income.

The debate here is still going on.

The other end.

Chen Yulou and his companions had already ridden their horses, bypassed the ancient city of Hanzhong, and headed straight for the deep mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.

More than an hour later.

Yang Fang, who was leading the way, reined in his horse and stopped outside a dense forest.

Pointing to a half-collapsed stone tablet in the bushes, "This is it."

Several people quickly surrounded him.

Only then did I see that on the ancient monument covered with dust and mud, I could still faintly see the words "Ancient Road".

It looks like an ancient relic from the Ming Dynasty.

However, due to wind and rain, it has long lost its original color, and the animal heads next to it seem to be telling the weight of past history.

Several people were watching the show.

Kunlun had taken down his halberd and was clearing a path through the bushes.

Thousands of years have passed, and the stacked stones are still not in any disarray. Only the axle marks can be seen, faintly visible in the mud and dust.

"As expected of Daqin."

See this scene.

How could Chen Yulou not see it?

This road most likely lasted from the Qin Dynasty to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but it was gradually abandoned due to wars and the decline of people's livelihood in recent years.

When they were in Kunlun Mountain before, they were amazed at the ancient relics from the Demon Kingdom era that had been preserved to this day.

Now I see Qin Zhidao with my own eyes.

The shock was even more extraordinary.

After all, the former has been sealed in the glacier and rarely visited by people, but the Qin Straight Road has gone through thousands of years of trials and tribulations and remains the same.

Can be imagined.

How strict was it when this road was first built.

"Brother Yang Fang, where does this road lead to?"

"Under Taibai Peak."

Hearing this, Chen Yulou nodded. Mount Zhongnan and Mount Hua are about two hundred miles apart. At their speed of traveling day and night, they can arrive there in one day at most.

"Okay, let's go to Taibai Peak first."

Several people mounted their horses.

Afterwards, the sound of horse hooves like thunder resounded in all directions, startling countless birds and beasts.

In order not to waste time.

They hardly slept all the way. When they were really sleepy, they just closed their eyes and rested for a while on horseback and got through the journey.

But even so.

Until the morning of the third day.

In the hazy sky, the mountains are shrouded in fog and the sea of ​​clouds is rolling. A unique and steep peak stands out among the mountains like a crane among chickens.

"It's Taibai Peak!"

Looking at the strange peak that suddenly appeared, Yang Fang said excitedly.

I just stayed awake for three days and two nights.

Even though he had already entered the state of Gang Jin, he still found it difficult to sustain. His face was filled with fatigue and his voice was indescribably hoarse.

Hearing this, the people behind him also looked up.

It was just past dawn.

The morning mist was thick and the sky showed a distinct dark blue color, with a faint hint of bright red, which was obscured by the clouds and seemed like it would break free at any time.

at last.

That ray of red light broke through the heavy clouds and mist.

Landed on the top of the peak.

It looks like a golden platform.

"According to Taoism, there are ten great caves and thirty-six small caves in the world."

"Taibai Mountain, Xuande Cave Heaven, ranks eleventh in the world."

Chen Yulou said softly.

The people around were shaken by what they saw.

It is no wonder that Taoism has liked to build palaces and temples on famous mountains and rivers, strange peaks and high cliffs since ancient times. Such a blessed place can make one feel relaxed and comfortable just by being in it.

"So where does Huashan rank?"

Hearing this, the old foreigner asked subconsciously.

"fourth."

"The Huashan Mountain in the west is known as the main immortal cave heaven, also known as the ultimate true cave heaven."

These rumors in Taoist classics are not something you can easily hear in the world. If you are not a well-read person, you may never be able to come into contact with them in your lifetime.

"These thirty-six small caves are so amazing."

"The first great cave..."

The old foreigner's eyes flickered. "Manager Chen, is this the Kunlun Mountain we just passed?"

Kunlun Mountain is the ancestral home of the world's dragon veins.

The majestic Tianshan Mountains.

Only by experiencing it yourself can you know how magnificent it is.

Hearing the two people talking, Partridge Whistle and the others also looked over with thoughtful eyes.

"It's really not."

"Could it be Mount Tai, the Eastern Peak?"

“Not really.”

"It can't be Hengshan, Songshan, Emei, or Qingcheng, right?"

Seeing Chen Yulou shaking his head repeatedly, not only the old foreigner, but also Yang Fang, Partridge Whistle, and even Kunlun couldn't help but join in and expressed their own guesses.

"No need to guess, the best cave in the world is Wangwu Mountain, which is known as the Small Pure Sky!"

"This……"

After getting the answer, several people looked at each other in surprise.

They had mentioned Taihang just now, but they didn't expect it to be Wangwu.

"Why? It shouldn't be like this. Which of the Five Mountains is not more famous than this one?"

Yang Fang frowned, his face full of confusion.

"Because Huangdi reported this to the heaven, he was moved by the Queen Mother of the West and was given the Yin Fu Ce and Jiu Ding Shen Dan Jing."

"Since then, the Wangwu Mountain Taoism has flourished, and countless people have built huts on the mountain to practice."

Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled, giving a brief explanation.

There are many theories about the existence of caves in the world. In fact, even he himself has many doubts.

For example, the cave heaven of Weiyu Mountain that follows closely behind is known as the Great Sky and Bright Sky, but in fact it is nameless and few people have heard of it.

On the contrary, the Five Mountains, which are very famous, can only be listed among the Thirty-Six Minor Caves.

"So many explanations?"

"There are so many rules for this sect."

Several people listened with great interest.

But it also feels mysterious and difficult to understand.

But Chen Yulou was still thinking about the word "Dongtian".

After all, some time ago in the Turkic tribe, he had made an extremely bold guess that the caves in this world were most likely space cracks.

The spiritual energy is bound within.

Endless life.

It is where immortals live.

Now that I have passed the eleventh cave, I have the opportunity to verify some things.

"It is said that when marching down Mount Taibai, troops are not allowed to blow horns. If they do, violent storms will come. After June, fog and snow block the roads, which is commonly known as closing the mountain."

"The essence of Venus also fell to the top of the mountain and turned into beautiful jade, which became the place where Taiyi Zhenren practiced."

Having said that, Chen Yulou glanced at the few people with bright eyes.

"Are you interested in going up and taking a look?"