The small southern country is separated from the south, and there is a mountain in the western border, called Xianji Mountain. The mountains are full of red glows, and the fairy spirit is faint. The top of the mountain is full of rocks, as if flying from the sky, making it more special between the red glows.

Therefore, it is said that there are immortals in the mountains, and of course no one has ever found more than half of the immortal hair. The red clouds in the mountains have become a strange conversation for people after dinner. In addition to occasionally obsessed with visiting immortals, they are no different from ordinary hills.

Midnight.

The boy slowly climbed up to the top of the mountain and stood outside the rocks.

He is not a seeker of immortals, but a villager at the foot of the mountain.

Strangely, since he was sixteen years old this year, he often had a strange impulse, as if something was waiting for him in the mountains. Whenever he could not suppress it, he would come to the top of the mountain to stare blankly, but never find anything.

The rocks on the top of the mountain are very rough, with some very ancient textures on them, but they are messy and unsystematic. The boy reached out to caress and felt inexplicably very friendly and unknown. He has seen this feeling since he was a child every day, but he has not felt like this...

"I don't know if it's related to my parents... I asked Uncle Xu and others, and they all said I was muttering in my dreams." The boy looked up and looked at the stars and moons in the sky. The moon was already in the middle of the sky. Through the red clouds and mist, the moonlight had strangely red marks.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the pile of rocks: "It's so unlucky. I rushed to this mountain from afar. I didn't know which bastard in Yihongyuan took the lead first."

Someone responded: "Shut up, the national teacher said..."

As they spoke, the two men walked out of the pile of rocks and saw the boy. At the same time, they were stunned. The man swallowed half of his words and didn't say them. Then they turned into a grim smile, and two long swords stabbed the boy at the same time.

The young man in the country was simple and had little knowledge. He had seen some immortal seekers in the past and was very polite to their local residents. He never thought that these people would kill people without saying a word when they met. Until they were stabbed by two long swords, he didn't know why.

The two left with a smile. The boy lay in the middle of the rocks, with blood flowing in his chest. He stared at the direction where the two left, and wanted to ask why even if he was dying.

The two underestimated the vitality of the boy and thought he would die. In fact, the boy himself practiced martial arts since childhood. If it weren't too unprepared, it would be so easy for them to kill him. The boy was not dead for a while, and slowly discovered that the rocks that he had been used to seeing since childhood gradually changed after sprinkling his own blood.

The stone slowly shone with a dark blue luster under the moonlight, mixed with the bright red blood stains, which was strange and strange. Then the light seemed to be contagious, and blue light began to flash on the surrounding rocks. In a moment, the rock groups on the top of the mountain had almost turned blue, and the teenager who was lying on the ground suddenly disappeared.

There was a twist in front of me, and then there was a vast blood-redness, like a world stained with blood, with no end or boundaries. At first glance, there were only white bones on the ground, which was rotten.

In addition to the bones, there are also some stone tablet fragments, various weapons fragments, and the hilts of sword blades are scattered in chaos. In the red mist around, there seem to be countless faces, twisting, roaring, and wailing.

"Is this... hell?" The boy's consciousness was about to dissipate, "I hate it so much..."

The boy himself did not notice that in this special area, there seemed to be a special spiritual energy, which was gradually repairing his body, and his body, which should have died of blood, was slowly healing. Unfortunately, his soul was too weak and his consciousness was dissipated, so he could not survive.

A vague voice suddenly sounded in the roar and howling deep in the soul: "This bloodline...no wonder I can come here..."

"Bloodline?"

"Are you dying?" The voice seemed very happy. "Such a weak soul is just right!"

Before the boy could react, a cold and cold feeling came from nowhere, passing through his soul and reaching the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. The boy could only feel a terrifying face rushing towards him with a grim smile in his soul, and the boundless darkness surrounded him and swallowed him.

"Take a house..." This is the boy's last consciousness.

I was in trouble and was killed first, and then taken over... Forget it, I was about to die anyway, and the young man's soul roared the last roar: "Take my body, so I go and ask the national master why!"

At this moment, a soul with unknown origin suddenly broke into this twisted space and time.

As if I felt the shell that had just lost my soul, the soul crawled into the boy's shell in a daze.

The grimace in the body seized seemed a little surprised, and then he sensed that the new soul was not strong either. He simply did not stop and even the new soul was swallowed in and tried to digest it.

"Boom!", a huge amount of information that was beyond expectations and completely out of place rushed in, and the face was at a loss. With a muffled groan, the new soul was completely repelled by it.

It seemed that the frustration was quite fatal this time, and the face suddenly became much weaker, and even the shape could not be formed. It was repelled like a tide and left the body.

Only a new soul was left in the boy's shell.

The boy opened his eyes and was confused.

"So there is really hell when he dies. Is hell like this?"

Silence.

After a moment, a voice floated quietly: "What is the computer, mobile phone, video novel AV that is full of your soul?"

The boy said, "Ah? Haven't you known about these things after so many years in hell?"

"..." After a while, the voice said helplessly: "Who are you?"

"My name is Qin Yi."

The voice seemed to be a little ridiculous: "Come on, I learned from the soul I just devoured that the person you possessed seems to be named Qin Yi."

After hearing this, the young man immediately became alert: "No, this is not hell... Who are you?"

"You can call me Liusu." The voice slowly said, "This is not hell, but also hell. Do you... want to go out?"

"How to get out?"

"Pick me up and you can go out."

"Pick it up?"

"You have a mace that is stuck on the ground with a diagonal slant, and that's me."

Qin Yi: "..."

Just as Qin Yi pulled out his mace, the space was distorted, and the entire area suddenly disappeared. He opened his eyes and was on the top of the mountain again. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the red clouds were lingering.

At the same time, the small village at the foot of the mountain.

An old farmer sat up from the kang.

The woodcutter opened the door and looked at the moon.

The yellow dog at the entrance of the village turned his head and looked at the top of the mountain.

"The door is open?"

“Not opened.”

"That's because I'm guarding the door, and you're guarding the tomb."

"Actually, I don't want to guard the tomb."

"Then why don't you leave?"

"When it leaves, it's not a tomb."

"I never thought you were so reasonable."

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Nanli Royal Palace.

"Father, you are healthy."

"Qinglin Qingjun, you are here just in time. I obeyed the national master's golden elixir last night. I feel a little younger. Do you think I have less white hair?"

The young prince was silent for a while and whispered: "Father, there is no in the world..." Seeing that the father's face darkened, the prince did not say anything, but changed the topic: "Last night, the general reported that the Shicheng of the Western Wilderness Kingdom seemed to be moving."

The king waved impatiently: "You go and deal with it."

"Yes." The prince retreated silently.

After leaving the palace, he turned his head and looked back for a while. The prince moved his eyes away and looked at the magnificent Taoist temple in the west of the city. There were many pilgrims, kowtowing devoutly. The Taoist temple surrounded by fireworks seemed like the Immortal Palace.

The prince's eyes gradually became cold.

"Brother hates Dong Huazi, too?" A crisp voice sounded in his ears.

"Aren't it?" the prince looked at his sister, "Don't you admire the immortal very much?"

"I admire the immortals, but aren't immortals coming and going out of the Qingming with the wind and drinking? How could they come to this secular world to be the national teacher of Lao Shizi?"

The prince burst into laughter: "Yes."

"Hey, in fact, there are legends in many places that there are immortals. Let's go find a true immortal. If you really find it, I will follow him to practice..."
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