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

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another half month has passed.

From Jingzhe to the Spring Equinox, it is almost the Qingming Festival.

It seemed that it was raining everywhere in the entire south. The dripping rain, from morning to night, made people feel upset.

This day.

The upper reaches of the Minjiang River.

A double-hu boat floated down the river, drifting between the green waters of the spring river. There were steep cliffs on both sides, no sounds of monkeys, and new buds had gradually sprouted on the ancient pines and bamboos.

On the huge deck, a group of people took advantage of the good weather and finally came out of the cabin. They leaned on the railings and admired the scenery along the way.

The oarsman is the boatman.

He is an old man in his fifties or sixties.

Gave the guy some instructions.

He also carried a pipe and walked up from the bow.

When he saw those people, his cloudy eyes brightened up. This was the first time he saw all the customers appear at the same time since the boat started sailing.

That day, we chartered his boat at the Huanglong Ancient Ferry.

There was only one request, which was to reach Qingcheng Mountain in the lower reaches of the Minjiang River as soon as possible.

His boat is usually used for transportation.

but.

These guests were extremely generous.

Made him a price he really couldn't refuse.

He even postponed his cargo transportation schedule and made this trip specifically.

However, the only thing that puzzled him was that these guests seemed to be too reclusive. Apart from three meals a day, they spent most of their time in their rooms.

I don't really interact with people.

Only Mr. Chen had a gentle personality and could talk to everyone, no matter if it was the old man or the sailor.

He has been sailing on the Minjiang River for decades.

It can be said that he is well-informed.

Having met so many guests, I have a better understanding of things from all over the world.

But Mr. Chen's broad vision and profound knowledge are absolutely unique in his life. He can talk about everything from astronomy and geography to folk customs and strange stories.

At this moment, several people were seen leaning against the side of the boat and talking.

The captain didn't bother to disturb them.

He simply found a spot on the deck where there was light, sat down on the ground, slowly picked up a handful of tobacco from his waist pocket, separated it bit by bit, and stuffed it into the cigarette hole to light it.

Then he moved closer to the bamboo tube and took a deep breath.

The smoke swirled back and forth in my chest.

My originally drowsy mind suddenly became clear.

He spit out two smoke dragons with satisfaction.

Just as he was thinking about taking two more bites, a few people on the side of the ship in front seemed to have discovered something, and their words were quite shocked and amazed.

The old man looked up.

It turned out that there was a plank road carved out between the steep cliffs, clinging to the mountain wall and hanging in the air, with several wooden stakes nailed to the outside.

Not to mention walking in it.

Just looking at it makes people feel trembling and dizzy.

"That's a pack road."

Seeing that they were really curious, the captain couldn't help but walk forward and said with a smile.

"A pack road?"

The old foreigner who was closest turned around, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, I heard that it was built by the Prime Minister. It has been used for more than a thousand years. Don't underestimate the danger. The mountain people, herbal farmers, and the salt gang all rely on it to travel between the two sides."

Although the boat captain is from Huanglong.

But that area happens to be at the junction of Shaanxi and Sichuan.

The accent has both the Qinqiang of northern Shaanxi and the rich accent of Sichuan and Chongqing, which sounds very interesting.

Hear the words.

Several people couldn't help but look at each other.

There was a hint of shock on each of their faces.

Throughout history, the only person who could be called prime minister was Zhuge Liang.

If what the captain said is true, then the pack road above our heads was built during the Shu Han era, and it is still in use today, which is truly amazing.

"Captain, where are we now?"

Chen Yulou retracted his gaze and asked a question.

During this short period of time, the boat was drifting on the Minjiang River because of the continuous rain and the weather was particularly humid. It was not because they rarely went out, but they simply could not stand the humidity.

The clothes for changing were hung in the cabin for several days without drying.

A damp, cold smell.

It was a rare sunny day today, so a few people invited each other out to take a look.

When they went to the Western Regions before, they crossed the Yangtze River and saw many ancient sites and scenery. Unexpectedly, the Minjiang River was also very good, with picturesque scenery and many wonders and ancient sites.

"We have arrived in Yizhou."

The captain was very familiar with the area. He held the pipe and knocked it gently on the board to knock off the excess tobacco residue in the smoke hole, then responded softly.

Yizhou?!

Chen Yulou's heart moved.

The reason why they took a detour through Sichuan and Chongqing and walked a longer route was not because the Qinling Mountains were rugged, but because they planned to visit Qingcheng Mountain on their way back.

Enter the Tianshi Cave and look for the figure of Taoist Xuanzhen.

This Taoist Xuanzhen is none other than Feng Sibei.

He is also the last Guanshan Taibao in the world today.

If one wants to enter the Earth Immortal Village, Feng Sibei is an insurmountable obstacle.

During this time, they were either meditating and practicing in the cabin or sleeping and resting, unaware that time passed so quickly.

How long has it been?

We arrived in Yizhou from the Huanglong Ancient Ferry.

Arriving in Yizhou means that the destination is not far away.

Worship the water at Dujiangyan and seek the way at Qingcheng Mountain.

It is because of these two historical sites that Sichuan and Chongqing are called the Land of Abundance.

"Mr. Chen, you came all the way to Qingcheng Mountain. Are you doing business?"

I saw that several of them were in good spirits.

The captain hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask the doubts that had been hidden in his heart for some time.

What he actually wanted to say was traveling.

But this is obviously inappropriate.

You can never go wrong in doing business.

The main reason was that this group of people were too strange. Mr. Chen had an outstanding temperament, was gentle and knowledgeable, and it was obvious that he was from a wealthy family.

The big man was taciturn, had the aura of a tiger, and was extremely respectful to Mr. Chen. From what he saw, he was probably a bodyguard or something like that.

It’s not like he hasn’t met people from wealthy families before.

These people were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

When I go out, I am protected inside and outside, for fear that something might go wrong.

As for the guards, the first class are naturally the sons of the master's family. They grew up with the master's young master, were loyal to the master's family, and were willing to sacrifice their lives at any time.

The second category is the gangsters who sell their lives for money.

These people want money more than their lives.

Not to mention the people who block the way, even parents and brothers would dare to attack them.

The third category consists of warriors hired from martial arts schools and escort agencies. These people do as much as they are paid and rarely risk their lives. At most, they protect their masters and ensure they leave safely.

As for the last one.

They are the lackeys who follow you when you travel around. These people say they are guards, but in fact they are just cowards. Not to mention guards, if they don't run away when they encounter danger, they would be considered loyal.

But this big guy was completely different.

The aura he exudes is something that not everyone can possess.

The moment his eyes opened and closed, he was like a tiger descending from the mountain, which was chilling.

As for the young man, he is easy to talk to, but he rarely shows up. He hides in his room all day and no one knows what he is busy with.

The captain had talked to him several times.

The guy is a nice guy.

The way he speaks and acts is quite ancient.

Moreover, his accent is that of northern Shaanxi. He tells me that he grew up by the Yellow River.

Because of this, the captain was the closest to him.

As for the remaining two Taoists.

Apart from eating, they basically seldom appear. Sailors have many taboos. Although they worship the Dragon King, both monks and Taoists will pay their respects whenever they encounter mountains or cross rivers.

To be honest, he was a little in awe of the two of them from the bottom of his heart.

Don't dare to have more contact.

If we bump into him on weekdays, he is usually called Taoist.

The two of them didn't talk much and were just nodding acquaintances.

It was strange because this group of people would hardly walk together under normal circumstances. It was extremely strange to see a young man from an aristocratic family, a wandering knight, or a Taoist priest living in the mountains walking together.

But, these people get along very well.

Hearing the question behind the captain's words, Chen Yulou just shook his head and smiled, "It's not really business, I just heard that there is a Taoist master on Mount Qingcheng, so I went to pay him a visit."

Are you asking for advice and visiting an immortal? !

The captain raised his eyebrows and a guess came to his mind.

If that's the case, it seems reasonable for them to travel together.

It is not surprising that children from wealthy families have money and free time to travel.

Unlike these people, who have to work hard all year round for their livelihoods and have no time to rest. The most they can do is pray to the gods and pray for good weather and good health.

The hermits are devoted to practicing Taoism.

In their eyes, what’s the difference between us and gods?

How can ordinary people get access to it?

Only these people are willing to travel around the world in search of immortals and seek the way of the Tao, perhaps with a chance to obtain an elixir that can prolong life, or an ancient method to cultivate their life.

"Qingcheng Mountain... a great place."

"It has been a place of immortals since ancient times. Who knows if there are immortals living in seclusion there."

The captain twisted up another piece of tobacco, lit it, took a puff, and complimented in a low voice.

Although we are in the same boat.

But they are people from two completely different worlds.

"Hopefully."

Hearing the depression in his words, Chen Yulou didn't know what to say and just responded casually.

"Mr. Chen, I have to go to the helm, so I won't accompany you."

After puffing away smoke silently for a while, the captain put away his pipe, held the pipe upside down, and bowed to a few people.

"it is good."

I watched the captain's hunched figure disappear at the escalator.

Chen Yulou withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Fang instead.

"How's your practice been during this time?"

Seeing that he asked, Yang Fang did not dare to hide it and put away the relaxation on his face.

He has been traveling around the world over the years, visiting mountains and learning from others. He is a bohemian man with a cynical personality, and he has the demeanor of a knight-errant.

but.

Since the master died.

He was like a different person.

He has become much calmer and no longer the nonchalant person he once thought he was.

And leave from Fangjiashan.

He followed Kunlun along the way, and the two began to practice the Seven Stars Qigong.

This is also the reason why the captain never sees him.

To Yang Fang, he could only be considered a junior in terms of cultivation, and was already far behind everyone else. How could he have the time to idle around? Naturally, he had to catch up.

Twelve hours a day.

I hate not being able to sleep.

I was thinking about being able to push the door and enter the country as soon as possible.

According to Shopkeeper Chen, it is Xiaolongmen.

Only when you reach that step can you be considered to have truly entered the realm of cultivation and become a practitioner.

“Steady and orderly.”

"But... there is still one step left."

After thinking deeply, Yang Fang spoke seriously.

Although Yang Qi Gong is also a guiding method, it is completely different from the Xuan Dao Qigong foundation-building exercise. So far, except for Chen Yulou who can stand at a high vantage point and provide some ideas for the two of them, most of the time they still need to figure it out on their own.

As for Old Shen.

Although he has been a disciple of Emei Taoist Sect for many years.

But in fact, he was always just an outer sect disciple and had never really entered the inner sect to practice Taoism.

Therefore, after he left behind the ancient method, he said it was a pity that he could not help much.

"Practice is not like practicing martial arts."

"One is to move forward rapidly, while the other is to move forward step by step."

"Don't worry, it's best to take it slow. You never know when you'll suddenly realize something and be able to push the door open and enter the country."

Seeing that he looked a little disappointed, Chen Yulou smiled and patted his shoulder.

You know, when he was practicing, he hid in the back mountain for half a year before he finally sensed the energy between heaven and earth and successfully refined the first ray of spiritual energy.

This is considered good for them.

If one were to practice Qingmu Changsheng Gong like him, one would probably doubt oneself.

"I think so."

Yang Fang grinned.

He is now more relaxed than when he was in Fangjiashan.

His eyes were clear and bright, less wild and more steady.

At this moment, standing next to Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner brother, the three of them had indescribably similar temperaments, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"In another half a day, we will probably be at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain."

Without saying much, Chen Yulou turned around and looked at the jade-like water of the Minjiang River behind him, feeling indescribably comfortable.

Minjiang River, as a tributary of the Three Rivers, is located in the ancient Minzhou, hence the name. It was called Qiangshui in ancient times. It is said that Emperor Yan was born in Qiangshui. There is a record in the Cihai that Emperor Yan lived in the Qiangshui basin.

In addition to the Qiang River, there are also Qianjiang River and Bailong River.

This river was not very wide among all the waters he had crossed, and was even less than a hundred miles long, but its scenery was beautiful and it was what he liked best.

If you have to say it.

It is somewhat similar to the Three Gorges area of ​​the Yangtze River.

Strange peaks, steep cliffs, ancient pines, strong bamboos, turbulent currents and deep waters. It's a pity that we came at the wrong time. If it were summer or autumn, it would be a real pleasure to take a boat down the river.

"Shopkeeper Chen, is that Taoist Xuanzhen a high-level cultivator?"

Seeing him mention it, Yang Fang couldn't help but wonder.

This trip took a detour to Qingcheng Mountain, which was decided by Chen Yulou. He didn't say much, but just felt it was strange.

Could it be that this Taoist Xuanzhen is a Taoist master of the same level as the Old Immortal of Yaowang Temple and Zhaohu Zhenren of Chunyang Palace? Otherwise, why would he take a detour of hundreds of miles to come to Qingcheng Mountain?

"Hard to say."

Chen Yulou spread his hands.

Feng Sibei went to Mount Qingcheng when he was middle-aged, so he really had no idea how far he had come.

But when Yang Fang heard this, he was even more surprised.

"Hard to say?"

"Brother Yang Fang, you may not know that this Taoist Xuanzhen is actually the guardian of this generation. I am going there to verify something with him."

He looked confused.

Chen Yulou only realized it later.

When Chenjiazhuang asked Old Shen about Feng Sibei's whereabouts that day, Yang Fang had not yet entered the village and naturally knew nothing about the matter.

During this journey, he spent most of his time in seclusion practicing.

It is understandable to ask about it now.

just.

I was keenly aware of a few words in his words.

Yang Fang, who had originally had a calm expression, suddenly had his pupils shrink and felt it was a little unbelievable.

"and many more……"

"Manager Chen, are you talking about the Guanshan Taibao who was summoned to the court to suppress the four factions during the Ming Dynasty?"