"Senior Sister."

Shushan is flooded by wind and snow.

And the back mountain is sunny.

Pei Lingsu sat on the top of the mountain, quietly watching the thousands of waves rippling from the stream in the distance.

She turned around and looked at Qianshou and smiled, "You are here in the back mountain, are you going to say something?"

"ah……"

Qianshou was stunned and smiled and said, "Yes..."

But for a moment, I couldn't say anything.

"Just say anything, so I won't use the rosary." Pei Lingsu said lightly.

Qianshou was silent.

She sighed and came to Pei Lingsu to sit down.

The girl's mind is really too delicate, and she can't hide this trick.

The scenery on the top of the mountain where the two of them were sitting was very beautiful, with grass clippings everywhere, swaying in the wind.

The senior sister twisted a blade of grass, rubbed it slowly, and said carefully: "Ning Yi is back."

"Um."

Pei Lingsu smiled.

"Ning Yi returned to the Great Sui Dynasty, but did not go back to the back mountain... He must have something important to do. But what will you need to enter the back mountain yourself to stabilize me?"

"I don't want me to see the scene over there in the rosary..."

She looked at Qianshou, and although she was laughing, her laughter was vaguely trembling.

"Has something happened to my master...?"

...

...

The thin red shirt was raised high by the wind, like a withered little red flower, outlining a dazzling bright red in the wind and snow fields.

Ning Yi couldn't believe the scene he saw.

He slowly walked towards the red shirt... but halfway through, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Senior Chu Xiao... has disappeared.

However, this wind and snow field is always blessed by divine nature.

The girl is in the back mountain, so outsiders should not step into this forbidden area.

Who has been delivering divinity to Zishan over the years?

"Click!"

Ning Yi stepped on a piece of wooden branch and stopped suddenly. He looked at the stone tablet and his expression became strange.

The figure of the red shirt who had been asleep forever seemed to move slightly.

Senior Chu Xiao...is not dead?

No.

There is no more complete nirvana than this, and there is no more complete death than this.

Next, the empty snow fields heard a crisp sound of bone rotation.

The girl in red shirt leaned against the stone tablet and slowly turned her neck, and the crackling sound of fried beans was blown around her.

Chu Xiao came to life.

She slowly spread her arms, stretched her waist, twisted her head 360 degrees, and looked at Ning Yi calmly.

It was like having a big dream and just woke up slowly.

After seeing this, Ning Yi was furious all over and a huge pressure was shrouded in him.

His intuition told himself that it was just this glance.

I have been seen through... All the secrets hidden in my body no longer exist, such as the Heavenly Book of the Sword Holder, and the Immortal traits.

Just one glance, it was exposed.

However, such cold and dark eyes are definitely not the eyes of Senior Chu Xiao!

"Who are you...?"

Ning Yi suddenly thought of what the Holy Lord said when the little Wuliang Mountain God fought.

Below the purple mountain, there is an immortal!

The Holy Lord calls him a "madman"!

If what the Holy Lord said is true, then all the puzzles today will be answered.

Zishan has studied the life and death forbidden arts for thousands of years, and the method of recovery studied by mountain masters of all generations all originated from the madman ancestors mentioned by the holy king.

It was like a monkey leaving a ray of divine thought in the back mountain, and was slapped by Lu Shenghe

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Xu Zang developed and grew stronger.

The Holy Lord left a pattern, thus creating the once extremely brilliant Little Wuliang Mountain.

For these "immortality" of success and fame, nothing is a simpler "miracle" than creating a holy mountain.

All they need is to leave a fortune, enlighten future generations, and then wait slowly... There are always geniuses in this land who get inspiration from a corner of gifts left by God, and then open up their own paths.

Looking back, from the direction of Zishan’s practice, it is not difficult to see that this ancestor... is indeed crazy enough.

No wonder he is called a madman.

I am immortal, and I still need to study the art of resurrection of all things.

"Do you know me?"

The girl in red shirt sitting on the stone tablet slowly stood up. She shook her wrist bones, tilted it and made a crisp sound, pressed her hands on the stone tablet, looked at Ning Yi, and asked with a faint smile.

"So... who am I?"

Some sweat oozed out of Ning Yi's forehead.

He can't say that I know you from others, but the man said you are the famous Zishan madman.

He hasn't spoken yet.

The girl in red shirt, who was holding her hands on the stone tablet, giggled.

"You can call me the coffin master. This is how they called me a long time ago."

Ning Yi breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself that these bad words in his stomach were fortunately not saying them.

The coffin owner.

He looked around.

Zishan is a famous forbidden place for life and death. It is indeed appropriate to bury countless coffins.

The girl lying on the stone tablet smiled softly.

"interesting."

"Purple Mountain Madman..." The coffin owner asked with a smile: "Is that monkey said it?"

Be able to see through your own thoughts completely.

Ning Yi was shocked and subconsciously lowered his head, not looking directly at this unfathomable existence.

However, this action has no effect at all.

Chu Xiao was a little disappointed, and was a little gloating. He clapped his hands and said, "It's the Holy Lord of Xiao Wuliang Mountain... I dare to whisper my inner thoughts, I'm so happy."

This time.

Ning Yi's heart was completely cold.

Even if you don’t stare at the abyss, you can’t stop the abyss from staring at yourself.

The eyes of the ancestor of Zishan, which are as faint as the abyss, can truly see through everything.

All questions.

The moment she spoke, the answer would automatically emerge!

This is a miracle... a unique miracle brought by the great achievement of immortal traits!

Similar miracles, there are also prophecies of the Taoist ancestor, that the golden body is immortal and blood regenerates.

Each immortal trait and corresponding power can reveal its own "miracles" after reaching the end.
To be continued...