Cultivate with an African God

The abandoned city is always a scene of late autumn.During the day, the sky is clear and clear, and the sky is endless, but at night, it is dark clouds and heavy winds.

In such a late autumn season, two snowfalls changed everything.

Snow is rare in autumn in Japan.

The first snow was not actually snow.

There are pieces of paper fluttering high in the sky, flying up and down along with the sudden wind, looking from afar it looks like snow has fallen.

After that 'snow', the pastoral era of occupying the mountains as kings ended ahead of schedule, fighting and chaos came suddenly, and there was no peace from inside the city to outside the city.Alliance and strife, betrayal and death, after all these, people finally found the hidden place of the treasure mentioned on the note.

But it was not a treasure, and there was no gentle man waiting for them in the legend, only a jar of wine.

But just a jar of wine can cause people to fight again. After the swords stopped, they saw a person, a white-haired swordsman in a blue shirt, leaning against the rocks with his sword, it seemed that he didn't see these things in his eyes A person with great power and peerless force in their hands holds up a wine jar, drinks heavily, and sings loudly.

At the end, he threw the wine jar, let out a loud cry of joy, and then walked away, but no one could stop him.

When everyone was stunned, someone left with a smile.

He said: "...It turns out that the drunkenness of life, dream and death is the drunkenness itself."

It was a young man with bright eyes and a somewhat lazy smile. The appearance of a boy had not completely faded, but the outline became a little sharper, like a knife edge under the sun, it was bright and eye-catching at the beginning.

The second snow is far from the first snow.

The abandoned city is no longer the treasure-hunting place that everyone longs for. Those that can be easily obtained have already been taken away by others, and the ones that are full of difficulties and obstacles have been sacrificed by people's flesh and blood, and there are very few left.Every day, people died due to the struggle, and those who were not determined to find the secret treasure also left the abandoned city one after another, and there was no news of it.

And that snow fell at this time.

In normal times, people would probably only sigh that the weather is impermanent, but when the wind is turbulent, people have to guard against it.

Their daily combat experience and intuition for the situation are useful.Those who don't believe in evil walk into the snow and habitually use spells to sway the snowflakes, but they don't want to be pierced by the seemingly light snowflakes. The snowflakes are like hot iron, but their bodies are like thin ice. Melting slowly like snow in the snow.

This snowstorm scares them more than every fight, because it has no reason, no origin, and it seems that it will never end.

Mostly those who are proud of their cultivation and status would not have imagined that one day they would hide in an inn in the abandoned city to hide from the snow.

It was a fine inn--if it was back then.

If the abandoned city is not abandoned, this inn will probably be a big inn that gathers people from six continents and wanderers can call it a name, but this place is a wasteland after all, even if the inn can be seen that the furnishings are full of atmosphere. , It is also difficult to conceal the dilapidation, and even the plaque is worn out to the point where no words can be read.

The inn was lit.

The lights projected the figures of the people in the inn, male, female, old and young, black shadows appeared one after another, showing a little mystery.

People who were originally supposed to avoid each other immediately even if they didn't fight, and seldom greet each other, but now they are sitting so peacefully in an inn, listening to the falling snow and wind outside the window.

"Ge, I don't know how long I will stay in this broken inn." The speaker had a beard and powerful eyes, and he didn't look like a cultivator at all, but he was known to everyone. The master of Tianwumen, he came with a group of disciples, but died along the way, leaving him alone, these experiences did not put any pressure on him, sitting here, he complained like an ordinary traveler.

"Broken inn?" The woman sitting on the counter answered, she sat there with a relaxed attitude, her legs crossed, revealing her slender and white ankles, her fingers were also light white, she slightly covered her red lips, and said softly Then he laughed.After she laughed, she looked at the man with wide eyes, and her voice was so moving that she said, "—do you know what the inn used to be?"

Her posture is casual and even a little dissolute, but there is a natural timidity between her brows. The combination of the two has turned into an irresistible style, but now, no one takes a second look at her.Those who can come to the inn rarely have any skills. Since they have skills, they will naturally be famous. If they are famous, how can they not know each other?

They don't remember this girl's name, but they can clearly remember her name: Bi Luo Yao Nu.Highly capable female cultivators have always been known as fairies, and it is not a good thing to be crowned as a demon girl. In the early years, she used the name of dual cultivation and took all the monk's blood skills as her own. Later, she no longer Need to find someone to smoke again, and act more arrogantly and casually.

But even so, someone talked to her out of curiosity: "Then Biluo, do you know what kind of inn it is?"

Bi Luo smiled lightly, tapped her jade finger lightly, and made a clear and audible sound.

"White lanterns, vermilion wine bowls, red candles with incense, open furnace without fire, iron abacus hides sharp blades, and broken copper furnace hides heraldry," she shook the abacus, and the voice of the beads was crisp, "This is the Hengming Inn. "

"Hengming Inn!"

Everyone chewed on the name, and their expressions became serious.Hengming Inn is a story for them. In that story, countless heroes come and go in this inn, and the lady proprietress of the inn is among all kinds of guests.

But no matter what the story is, there is an end. The story of Hengming Inn ended in a fire that burned the sky, and the hero was turned into ashes.

It is not the legends that make them lose their minds.

"Isn't the Hengming Inn located in the yellow sand of the desert? It's definitely not here, little girl, you are fooling me." The bearded man said, patting the table.

Biluo smiled even more cheerfully when she heard the words, and replied: "But... since Master Wu's Duye Pagoda can be here, why can't Hengming Inn?"

The inn originally had whispers of talking, but now it began to fall into a long silence.

What they thought of was not just the pagoda, but the prototypes of other places they had learned from some details before.

Duye Pagoda, Golden Silkworm Pavilion, Lion's Mansion, Immortal Dungeon... Many places that shouldn't be here are all gathered in the abandoned city. Now I think they have nothing in common. His master, or other peerless masters who left legends have all died here, and those are... Hero Tombs!

Even here, the entire dead city is very likely to be the Hero Tomb!

When people think of this, their expressions are all strange.

"As the city lord, I regard mortals like us as ants." The voice of the speaker was soft, with a hint of coldness. He was dressed in a black robe, and the hood covered half of his face, which made him look even more serious. "I don't want to call Let's go to this hero's tomb."

He is the master of the soul-destroying mausoleum, driving away the souls of others, and even cursing the weak as slaves. Once they don't follow orders, their souls will be bound and unable to die.Others recognized his identity and didn't like his behavior, so there was only one servant beside him, and no one responded when he spoke.

The bearded Hu cursed: "I don't know how long the snow will last, and I don't want any golden pills. It's not this strange snow, I have to stay in this ghost place!"

At this time, a thin monkey-like man sitting by the window spoke, and he sneered: "Zhao Laosi, that means you want to escape, and you just come back in despair if you can't escape. I always want to pretend to be a hero, but the pattern is nothing in this way!"

"So many of my brothers have died. If we don't leave, do we have to let them continue to sacrifice? Even later, it was because the outside was full of mist, and the weirdness was no less than today's snow, so I couldn't go any further—this is how I Come back!"

The bearded man defended angrily, but the thin monkey just sneered and ignored him.So the bearded man suddenly became furious, stood up all of a sudden, and smashed the table board with his palm.After a few steps, he was about to grab the thin monkey and beat him. The thin monkey looked disdainful and showed no fear.

"Master Zhao, you have violated the precept," a monk folded his hands together and sighed, "How can you become a golden elixir like this?"

Those who achieve the golden elixir need to be calm and determined, not arrogant or impetuous, that is the advice left by people from other worlds.Even though the golden pill is still elusive now, that illusory standard still hangs in their hearts.

The beard froze, the speaker was Master Ming Kong of the Demon Suppressing Sect, all his disciples died on the way to the ruined city, but his expression was calm without any disturbance, he was indeed the attitude of an eminent monk.

The inn chattered about other things, and the thin monkey stood up straight, ignoring his beard, not knowing where he was going.

"Where are you going?" Someone asked.

"Looking for wine," the thin monkey said coldly, "Brothers died because of me, now they should have a sip of wine on Huangquan Road."

It's really strange and strange, this inn has a strange origin, how can there be wine in an inn that has existed for an unknown number of years, and even if there is wine, where can I drink it?

But someone really found the wine, and someone was drinking the jar of wine.

The drinkers also knocked on their chopsticks and sang: "Five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu'er will exchange fine wines, and sell eternal sorrows with you!"

The person at the table with him didn't appreciate it, and said, "You've been drinking for a long time."

So the man sighed: "Boss, you have no interest at all. You have been with me for so long, and you don't want to learn from me."

The person who spoke was Mu Xinghe. He may have drunk a little too much, his cheeks were a little red, but his eyes were extremely bright.

He propped his cheeks and looked at Shen Xiu, Shen Xiu was silent for a while, then said: "...I can't learn it."

So Mu Xinghe patted the table: "Then you have to cooperate with me, cooperate! Do you understand!"

Shen Xiu slightly turned her face to the side, staring at the other party, with a helpless smile flashing in her eyes: "...Okay."

Mu Xinghe said, "Am I alright?"

Shen Xiu replied, "Okay."

Mu Xinghe asked again: "Am I powerful?"

Shen Xiu replied, "Excellent."

"You...I..." Shen Xiu deserved it, but Mu Xinghe hesitated a little.After being asked "what are you" by Shen Xiu with a smile, she patted the table like annoyed and self-defeating, and asked, "Do you think I'm your most special...friend!"

Shen Xiu didn't answer, but someone approached him, making him stop his original movements.

"Little brother, where did you find this wine?"

At first, the young man kept drinking sideways and talking to the man beside him, but now the young man subconsciously looked over when he heard the voice. Startled.

They have seen this man.

This young man is always showing up in those key places and doing weird things.

He was always there when he was "drunk", and everyone was afraid of any possible competitor, but he was the only one who was blowing around with grass leaves in his mouth.Later, it became even weirder, everyone scrambled for blood, he broke the dead branches of late autumn in the corner, and muttered in his mouth, what he said was "he huh me, he didn't huh me", and then the situation got worse and worse, he He didn't retreat or advance, he just came and went among the flesh and blood of corpses all over the ground, he didn't participate in any competition, and no one could hinder him.

It's like now, when everyone is thinking about how to break the situation, but he is saying those rambling and inexplicable things to others, as if there is still singing and dancing outside.

But in any case, those who can survive in the current situation, no matter how weird they are, have hard skills.The person next to him is in the shadows, and people can't see his appearance clearly, but they can probably tell from the usual messages that this is the young man's partner. His appearance is extremely outstanding, making people unforgettable. Judging from the attitude of the young man His status doesn't seem to be low, but his aura is weak, he has never made a move, and has always been protected by young people, which makes people even more afraid of the strength of young people.

The thin monkey asked the young man for wine. The young man behaved strangely, but he was very easy-going and open-minded. He smiled and pointed to the inside, and said, "Push the cabinet over there and that's the entrance to the cellar."

Someone wondered: "Is this still drinkable?"

"No," Mu Xinghe leaned on Shen Xiu's body with an upright face, "Look, I'm already drunk."

Shen Xiu patted him in disgust, and said in a low voice, "Pretending to be."

The wind and snow were howling outside, and they seemed to be completely indifferent, unlike other worried people in the inn.

The thin monkey left in the direction Mu Xinghe pointed, and he didn't know if he really wanted to drink those wines of unknown origin and age. Following his departure, the inn suddenly fell silent, only the rustling of snow and the uninterrupted noise the wind.

When will the snowstorm stop?

Breaking this round was much harder than they imagined, and many companions died because of it, but if they were afraid because of this, it would be a shame for their status and the power in their hands.

The shadows of the candles in the inn flickered, and the small sound made the inn even more silent. The windows were closed tightly, and the sound of the wind outside the door kept whistling and hitting, and the sound was especially frightening.

Xue became more anxious.

The door of the inn was pushed open in the sound of the wind, and pieces of bone-eroding snowflakes were poured into the inn along the wind. For a while, the light and shadow in the hall shook, and the lights were blown to the point of being extinguished.The man was wearing blood-stained clothes, and the fur of the cloak made of animal skins was covered with icicles. A huge head of a monster was hanging from his waist, and his eyes were not closed. He was holding a broad-bladed long knife in his hand. , came with snow.

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