Chapter 1 (1/2)

A skinny, cheeky, half-sized boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was full of light. His head appeared from an abandoned broken wall above, just like counting his own warehouse. He looked at the endless stream of people below and looked at it patiently one by one.

Next to him, there was a seemingly silly boy, a pair of eyes, and learning from his appearance, he suddenly put out his hand and said:

”hook pig, I have a good eye, that must be a fat pig!”

The strong sunshine in midsummer sprinkles on the bluestone boards all over the place, which makes the stone floor hot. Looking up, the eyes are dazzled by the light. In the hot summer, the crowd on Qingshi street has not decreased by a little, and the whole street is still bustling.

Gouzhu looked along his eyes and saw a fat man with white skin, a wisp of flowing goatee hanging from his chin, an ordinary grey cloth robe, and a heavy burden and a sword behind him, sweating heavily, and coming in a hurry.

He immediately shrunk his head, then pressed the other's head. After they hid behind the waste brick, he slapped each other's ear scrapers and scolded in a low voice:

”that's a fairy! If you don't want to die, don't treat the immortal as a pig

The pigs they were talking about were pilgrims who were full of money. The so-called hook, that is to say, hand in hand.

At the end of Qingshi street is a road up the mountain. There is a peak with a thousand feet in front, named Cuiyu peak. It's not human, it's fairyland.

It is said that there are countless natural resources, rare animals, qionglin yaochi, and many beautiful women that ordinary people can't imagine.

Those who can live there are fairies. They have magical powers, can fly to escape from the earth, split mountains and rivers.

But no mortal has ever seen the scene on the peak. Although there are countless pilgrims from all over the world, walking through this Qingshi street and going up the mountain, they can only go to the ”Cuiyang hall” on the hillside.

The only thing they can do is to donate a sum of money, burn a note of incense, and pay homage to the three Qing and four imperial ministers in the temple.

Cuiyu peak is actually a powerful and terrifying Xuanmen Taoist temple, named ”Cuiyu Palace”.

Cuiyu palace has eight thousand outer disciples, eight hundred inner disciples, eighty zhenzhuan disciples, eight elders, and a leader called ”medicine Fairy”, known as ”Biluo saint”.

The Xuanmen disciples of Cuiyu palace have great powers of mind, so ordinary people at the foot of the mountain call them immortals. In fact, it's not bad.

There are countless beautiful disciples on the mountain. Sometimes these beautiful ”fairies” will pass through Qingshi street to get in and out of the mountain gate.

Probably because the headmaster is a female nun, there are more female disciples than the general Xuanmen sect.

The only way for ordinary people to enter the fairyland on the mountain is to become a disciple of Cuiyu palace. This naturally became the dream of countless young people on the boundary of Jinzhou of Dongsheng Shenzhou Houtu Dynasty.

In addition to pilgrims, the people who come and go on Qingshi Street are also mixed with immortals. Generally, immortals wear Xuanmen Taoist robes, a pair of broad Pipa sleeves fluttering with the wind, wearing various kinds of road scarves on the head, a thin cloth belt around the body, and a sword on the back. They walk like the wind, and their eyes have a special look. For hook pig and eye, it is easy to see.

It's not surprising that the fat Taoist, dressed in the clothes of ordinary pilgrims, has a wrong eye. However, as soon as Gou Zhu saw the sword handle on his waist, a green emerald light flashed. When he looked at the man's eyes, there was a faint sense of pressure in the printing hall. He immediately understood that this man must be an immortal of Cuiyu palace. It's just that he seems reluctant to be recognized.

It's not a good thing that an immortal doesn't like to be recognized, and it happens to be recognized by him.

At the moment of speaking, Gou pig had a sense of foreboding. Thirty six stratagems, go up. He grabbed his opponent and jumped off the wall. Behind is a pile of unknown when the old house, has been abandoned, only a pile of ruins. Gouzhu grabbed him and ran around several corners.

”What are you running for?”

”Run for your life!”

The fat Taoist, whose surname is Chen and his name is Xuanfang, is not a small figure in Cuiyu palace. He brought back an extremely important thing during his long trip. He deliberately dressed in casual clothes and went out in a low-key manner, so as not to be in trouble in the future. He pretended to be a pilgrim, but he didn't expect that there was an expert on the humble broken wall. He recognized him as an immortal at a glance. Although only two heads flashed by, he was quite frustrated.

When he came near the broken wall, the two young swertiformes had already fled like loaches in the mud. He immediately opened his mind. With his accomplishments, the monks within ten miles can not escape his pursuit unless they have a special method of concealment. However, although this move is very effective for the monks with the true Qi of the Xuanmen, it is difficult for the two mortals who have not even started to build the foundation.

The more insignificant things, the easier it is to hide themselves.

Fortunately, his ”green leaf divine vein” is not simple. His divine consciousness is like the veins on the leaves. With a little faint breath, he finally realizes the existence of the two boys.

With a little effort in his step, the whole person disappeared here like a blink, and then reappeared hundreds of steps away.Gouzhu has been reading people in this Qingshi street since he was a child. A trace of lax eyes can bring him a good opportunity to start.