Chapter 3: The 3 Mountain Rally
The red sun rises in the east, and its endless brilliance disperses the mist in the mountains and forests.
The great formation that had been shrouding the Huangshan Mountain had now been lifted open, and the Qiong Tower, which had been hidden, was openly revealed to the public.
According to Wang Yuan's original thoughts, there should be a strong enemy by his side, so he shouldn't be so ostentatious. How is it different from the rats in the ditch?
If you want to gain a foothold in the heaven, in addition to strength, reputation is also very important.
Of course, Wang Yuan would not disregard his wealth and life for the sake of fame. Just last night, he sneaked out of the mountain gate and laid down his backhands around the deserted tomb mountain. There is some assurance.
Time passed quietly, and in the square in front of the mountain, Wang Yuan sat quietly in the reed canopy and closed his eyes to rest his mind, but his disciples couldn't hold back their temper, and their whispered discussions were like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, which made Wang Yuan frown.
The three disciples who entered the room stood beside them, neatly dressed, with solemn expressions, but there was nothing wrong with it. But those registered disciples who lined up in front of the mountain gate to welcome guests are very annoying. Those registered disciples are pulled out alone. Laxity, waiting for a long time, looking around, talking in a low voice is even more unsightly.
"Every one of them can't keep up with the elementary school students who practice group gymnastics!" Wang Yuan, who couldn't stand it, didn't reprimand him, but suddenly released his restrained momentum.
Withered, dead, and cold aura enveloped everyone in it, and the scene fell silent instantly. All the disciples lowered their heads, their bodies trembling, and some of them were so frightened that they fell limp to the ground.
"The old devil regained his cultivation? No, it's impossible!" Xin Xingzi, who was standing behind Wang Yuan, also didn't dare to raise his head. Naturally, no one noticed his frightened and crazy eyes.
"The old devil must have used some secret method to suppress the injury. As long as I can get that treasure from Zizaitian, I can definitely kill him! Yes, that's it!"
No time to pay attention to the senior disciple who was secretly going crazy, Wang Yuan had already sensed that the guests were coming. Waving his hand to send the limp disciple into the back mountain, Wang Yuan raised his head and looked into the distance.
"I don't know how my two old friends will appear on the stage, is it a sailboat or a carriage?" Wang Yuan murmured in his heart. He really wanted to see the ostentation of a true immortal traveling, so that it would be convenient for him to travel in the future. learn from.
The reality did not disappoint Wang Yuan. Following the sound of footsteps roaring like thunder, a dark cloud composed of Yin Qi came from the eastern sky. The light of Chi Yang could not penetrate the dark cloud, and a large shadow formed on the ground , looking from a distance, a ghost army with clear flags and neat armor was marching rapidly in the shadows.
"The ghost body is as solid as a real person, and the gathering of yin energy can cover the red sun." Wang Yuan praised loudly, and his voice sounded like thunder. "Black Halberd, you have raised an elite army!"
Before the voice fell, the ghost army came to the gate of Huangying Mountain. Without any order, the ghost soldiers spread out from the center of the army formation to both sides, showing the generals riding horses in the formation.
The general seemed to be nine feet tall, dressed in black armor with fish scales, and held a blood-stained black halberd in his hand. Although his face was shrouded in black smoke, it still made people think that it must be a resolute face.
"I was born in the army, and the way to train and strengthen the army is really a talent, but it can't be praised by Master Wang." The voice was indifferent, and the words were distant. If Wang Yuan didn't know the temperament of the black halberd, he might be annoyed.
After swiping away the ghost soldiers he brought, Black Halberd sat down in the canopy without ceremony.
"Huai Changqing hasn't arrived yet?"
"It should be soon. Isn't it windy?"
Following Wang Yuan's words, a gust of warm wind blows slowly from the north. Wherever the breeze passes, the grass grows and warblers fly, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant. In just a short moment, the originally desolate mountains and rivers are replaced by greenery full of vitality. cover.
The warm wind blew all the way to the foot of Huangying Mountain, and the cold air brought by the ghost soldiers was completely blown away. A locust sapling broke through the ground in front of everyone's eyes, and grew rapidly until it was seven or eight feet high.
But the changes are far more than that. A string of white flowers suddenly bloom on the treetops at the moment when the locust tree stops growing. It's miniature skulls strung together.
The warm wind blew again, and the "flowers" fell from the trees one after another, gathering and transforming into a hunched old man.
"I'm late!" Looking at the two people sitting in the canopy, the old man smiled kindly and leaned on his cane.
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Qionglou, the palace on Huangling Mountain, is the residence and activity place of the disciples. Naturally, the place where the three true immortals met would not be chosen there. The Bone Cave in the back mountain is the best choice, although Wang Yuan has always disliked it The decoration style and comfort level are good, but in terms of confidentiality, this is the best place.
He waved his hand to sign the ban and sealed the cave door. The three of them sat on the futon regardless of whether they were guest or host.
Perhaps because of the poor lighting effect of the green will-o'-the-wisp, Wang Yuan felt that the faces of Heiji and Huai Changqing were very ugly.
"Have you all noticed something unusual?" Huai Changqing was the first to speak.
Heiji silently nodded.
Wang Yuan, who had been in seclusion for half a year, was a little confused, but in order not to show any timidity, he nodded.
"Because of my body, I have some talent in earth vein exploration. According to my investigation, in the past six months, three spiritual veins have appeared around us, and there are countless kinds of mineral veins, including many treasures." Huai Changqing stopped. Huan Tou looked at the two of them. There was no excitement in his eyes, only fear.
"The birth of evil spirits has become easier!" Black Ji added, his strong body trembling slightly.
Although Wang Yuan didn't understand why such a situation occurred, he could understand the fear of the two. The main reason why they were able to gain a foothold in this southwest border was that the resources here were too few and the powerful people looked down upon them.
If the resources produced by Shengde Xuan Gong Tian suddenly increase significantly, no matter what the reason is, the storm it brings will not be something they can withstand.
Compared with this, the Buddhist arhat is not much of a threat.
Thinking of Monk Huiji, Wang Yuan felt an abnormal sensation in his heart. It felt like there was a being in the dark grasping your heart and whispering something incomprehensible in your ear.
The whisper was not clear, but Wang Yuan immediately realized what it was.
"On a whim!" Wang Yuan took a deep breath, his thoughts whirling around Monk Huiji.
"Huiji hasn't left his Cixin Peak for a long time!" Wang Yuan quickly found the anomaly.
Seeing the confused looks in Heiji and Huai Changqing's eyes, Wang Yuan said directly: "I just had a sudden impulse, there is something strange about Monk Huiji!"
"Everyone in the southwest is moving. There is indeed a problem with Huiji not moving!" Huai Changqing's expression became more solemn, obviously he attached great importance to this information.
"Someone needs to test it out!" Black Halberd said concisely.