my voice is poisonous

Lingshan Xiushui are mostly in places that are rare among human beings, let alone those that have the effect of improving cultivation.If Yiyanquan squatted on the official road, I am afraid that within a few years, only the handful of dry mud at the bottom of the spring would be left.

Wen Yu went all the way to the depths of the mountain, counting and counting, but he never found a clue.

On the Wangri Mountain in the north, there is a descending fairy peak, the peak soars into the sky.Legend has it that a fairy once descended from the sky to this place, and thunder and thunderbolts continued, so it got its name.

It was very cold in the north, so Wen Yu sold his horse at the foot of the mountain, bought dry food and changed into a black fur cloak, wrapped himself up tightly and climbed to the top of the mountain.

Wangri Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and there are few people around. Wen Yu kept panting with one hand on his waist, and put his other hand in front of his eyebrows.

After a while, Wen Yu sighed resignedly. He lifted up his robe and was about to raise his legs when suddenly a thunderbolt appeared in the sky and hit the thin waisted dead tree in front of him with a "crack".

After a pause for a breath, the thin tree trunk tipped over with a "click", broke from the middle and hit Wen Yu in front of his eyes. The snow-covered branches also brushed across his forehead, splashing snowflakes on his head and face.

what's the situation?a bolt from the blue?

Wen Yu stared up at the sky dumbfounded, and didn't care to roll his sleeves to wipe his face, a bruise was suddenly reflected in his bewildered pupils, he hastily bowed his head and jumped a few steps away, a bruise lightning struck the place where he was standing before.

Wen Yu: "?!!"

The sky above his head was cloudless and the sky was clear. Where did the thunder come from?

Wen Yu didn't have time to think about it, another batch of thunderbolts hit his head, Wen Yu staggered to avoid the lightning strikes again and again, kicking up snowflakes all the way, he squatted down with his back against the root of the mountain in embarrassment, stretched out his hands and pinched his fingers to calculate.

The tip of his thumb barely touched his ring finger, and there was a sudden sharp pain between his brows. In desperation, he could only concentrate his eyes and let go of his fingers.

It's not that it can't be counted, but it's that it can't be counted. Except for the one and only one in Beijing, there are only the oracle that doesn't show the world and the reincarnation under the underworld.

"Could it be possible to meet an immortal by chance?" Wen Yu frowned. It is said that there are immortals here, so is it true?

But regardless of the big thunder calamity or the small thunder calamity, the crackling thunder light in front of me seems to be a little...how should I put it?Not on the table.

The thunder beams were thick and thin, one from the left and one from the right landed in an uncertain direction, and the snowflakes flying around a hundred miles away accompanied by broken stones made no sense.

The thunder that crosses the robbery is not so easy to fool, and he will never give up unless he gathers in one place and smashes the world.

With his back against the mountain, Wen Yu had a moment of free time, and was about to wipe his face with his sleeves, when a ray of thunder actually rubbed against the rocks, like a giant centipede with a blue light all over its body, crawling towards him in a blink of an eye.

Wen Yu looked sideways, gasped suddenly, he got up subconsciously and jumped out, but this jump happened to bump into someone.

There is no one on this mountain road, when did the person in front of him appear?

Wen Yu was quite tall, but that man was not short either. Their foreheads collided with each other, and there was a muffled "dong".

Wen Yu endured the dizziness and opened his eyes. The person in front of him stood firmly like a green pine, his face was as cold as a mountain of ice and snow, and his phoenix eyes were indifferent and lifeless.

Wen Yu didn't have time to take a wrong step back, when another lightning strike hit his head, this time buy one get one free - the two people who were close together were struck by lightning...

The "cracking" sound of blue and purple lightning seemed to ring in his head, Wen Yu felt fire trees and silver flowers blooming in front of his eyes for a moment, numbness from the scalp to the soles of the feet, and then he lost consciousness.

The young man who was struck by the lightning with him stood upright, his black clothes fluttered with the wind, his head was crowned with a crown, his whole body was bathed in the thunder light, his expression was normal.

The man waved his sleeves to scatter the thunder light from his body, and pointed to the sky, a star-like silver light burst out from his fingertips, shooting directly above the nine heavens.

In the blue sky, there was a suppressed muffled groan and scolding immediately: "Shangsheng!!! Come back to me!!!"

The young man named Shang Sheng should not, his cold eyes looked sideways at Wen Yu who was lying on his back, his brows were tightly frowned—there was a faint light on Wen Yu's left chest, the light was dazzling and cold, holy like the moonlight and stars, It was actually exactly the same as the ray of light burst out from the fingertips of that young man just now.

The light was fleeting, as if it had sunk into Wen Yu's chest.

Shangsheng Guojue raised his hand, narrowed his eyes and kneaded his fingers, a large silver light appeared out of thin air, stopped on Wen Yu's chest, and slowly pulled Xinghui out.

Halfway through the casting of the spell, there was another "cracking" sound, and the thunder light changed its appearance just now, and thundered down one after another.

Shangsheng didn't dodge, stood up and was hit by a thunderbolt again, the spell was disturbed by the thunder, and Xinghui, which rose to mid-air, suddenly lost its traction, and fell back to Wen Yu's chest in an instant.

Seeing that the thunder light was getting denser, Shang Sheng flicked his sleeves tirelessly, raised his head and stared at Jiu Tian, ​​and ignored Wen Yu, and after a sway of his figure, it was like a puff of green smoke drifting down the mountain.

*****

As soon as Wen Yu fell asleep, something went wrong with his sleep. When he woke up in the middle of the night, his whole body was burnt and he sneezed loudly.

He got up from the snow, touched his forehead, yes, it was burned.

Wen Yu pinched his fingers to find a mountain spring, and went inside, the cold water made him tremble.

He took out his handkerchief and dipped it in water to wash his face, his teeth were grinning from the cold, his body was hot, and there seemed to be a fire stuck in his throat.

Wen Yu endured the bone-chilling cold spring water, took a few sips with both hands, leaned against a boulder by the pool, and was about to close his eyes and rest

After a while, someone suddenly stretched out his head and slapped him on the forehead twice.

Wen Yu opened his eyes in shock, rolled on the spot and sat up alertly, in front of him was a hale and hearty old man with white beard and silver hair, squinting his eyes and stroking his beard and smiling at him.

What is this situation? !

Wen Yu stared in shock, the old man in white clothes and robes in front of him was tall and thin, and the top of a wooden staff was still shining brightly.

Could it be that on this mountain...Wen Yu took a deep breath—there really are gods! ! !

"The kid doesn't look very old...well, I'm afraid he has quite good qualifications." The old man walked around Wen Yu's side twice with his eyelids raised, and he nodded in praise while stroking his beard, speaking vaguely clear.

He walked in front of Wen Yu in two steps, and suddenly said "huh?" in surprise, his brows twitched, and he stretched out his hand to reach between Wen Yu's eyebrows.

Wen Yu was top-heavy, thinking that he couldn't dodge it, so he didn't bother to dodge any more, and stood still and let him touch him twice.

After touching it, the old man was still not sure, so he rubbed his hands hard twice again, which made Wen Yu's brows blush.

"It really is you." The old man squinted his eyes and stroked his beard with a smile.

Wen Yu took two steps back, only to feel his forehead burning, and asked inexplicably, "What do you mean by...?"

"Hey, just pretend," the old man looked like a fox, winked his eyes, pursed his lips and didn't open his mouth, but a ray of voice came into Wen Yu's ears, "After the thunder calamity, he regained his breath, and said Isn't he the one who is guided by the oracle?"

Wen Yu was startled when he heard the words, his eyes fixed on the face winking at the old disrespect, and he felt a big golden cake smashed down on his head.

"This old man is Mo Zhongtian, the elder of the Empress Witch Clan who is in charge of receiving and guiding mortal monks from the oracle." The old man said through a voice transmission, "Young man, come with this old man."

Wen Yu: "?!!" What did he hear?

"It's just that if you want to enter the holy land of our clan and embark on the road to heaven, you won't be able to keep your eyes open."

Wen Yu's mind was full of chaos, and his reaction was already half a beat slow. Before he could react, he raised his eyes and saw a large robe sleeve being thrown down at him, and a red glow flashed in front of his eyes, and he fainted immediately.

Recently, all kinds of lights flickered, and he became more and more proficient in dizziness.

*****

"You mistaken the person..." Dizzy, a warm but ethereal voice whispered next to Wen Yu's ear, "This person is just a mortal body, not a cultivator."

"Impossible!" The other male voice was full of anger, it must be Mo Zhongtian, he stubbornly vetoed, "He is the only one who was struck by lightning for a hundred miles above Jiangxian Peak!"

"But his womb is still intact, and the turbid qi in his body is heavy and clear..."

"But he has divine energy in his body!" Mo Zhongtian jumped to retort without waiting for the man to finish speaking.

God...breath?Wen Yu felt it was absurd when he heard the words, his eyelids trembled, he wanted to wake up but he couldn't wake up immediately, his body was hot and cold, tired and tired, presumably the high fever hadn't subsided.

The other person also paused when he heard this, and his tone of heartless, desireless, sad, and joyful was obviously tinged with a sharp ending: "Divine breath?"

"Correct!"

Before the words fell, a cold finger touched Wen Yu's eyebrows, and he left immediately: "Uncle, I can't detect the spirit in his body..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yu's eyelids twitched, and he opened his eyes in a gust of breeze, only to see a ferocious old face in front of him, which made him think he had fallen asleep in reincarnation.

Wen Yu clutched his forehead and sat up, reaching out his hand to push away Mo Zhongtian who was lying in front of him, but instead he raised his hand to hold the gate of life.

"Aren't you a mortal monk who got the oracle?!" Mo Zhongtian yelled at him angrily, apparently believing the man's words even more, "You have not taken off your mortal body, you have not passed the thunder disaster, what are you? who?!"

Wen Yu stood up from the bitingly cold bluestone floor, looked around, he was in a vast open space.

At this time, the sky was already dark and the moonlight was bright, only Mo Zhongtian was left beside him, but the person who was looking between his brows just now was not in front of him.

Wen Yu resisted the dizziness that made him sick to his stomach, bowed and patted the snow on the bottom of his robe, stood up straight, cupped his hands and introduced himself to Mo Zhongtian: "Junior Wen Yu, born 25 years ago, has never practiced Taoism or believed in Buddhism. "

Mo Zhongtian: "..."

"I don't practice Taoism and don't believe in Buddhism...then why did you come with me!" Mo Zhongtian yelled.

"Did you let me go?" Wen Yu raised two fingers in the air to make a walking gesture, and looked back at him leisurely with his arms folded.

Mo Zhongtian's immortal demeanor instantly turned into a sulking air, which almost drove him to death.

"There is always a remedy, Uncle, don't pay too much attention to it." The elegant and indifferent voice sounded again, Wen Yu followed the sound, and saw a towering giant tree suddenly appeared in front of him, with lush branches and leaves, and a canopy Straight up to the sky, the thick trunk is enough for more than a dozen people to embrace, it is obvious that it has been hidden by someone just now.

The tree is surrounded by radiance, as if surrounded by many fireflies.

A young man landed on a protrusion of the tree trunk. He wore a wide robe with big sleeves and hands hanging down.

Wen Yu looked from the bottom to the top, and felt that the man was like a piece of moonlight and stars falling from the nine heavens, and his eyes were full of eyes in an instant.

The author has something to say:

The two male protagonists in the ancient part finally met. In other words, the personalities of the two people in the previous life and this life are a bit different, because they are not the same person after all~