After the underworld took Xin Hao out of the mountain manor, he flew quickly towards the northwest. Xin Hao did not dare to open his eyes. The things around him were like the quick retreat button being pressed, quickly retreating, which was dazzling, and it was inevitable that he would be dizzy when he saw it.

Xinhao listened to the whistling wind in his ears. I don’t know how long it took, but the wind gradually became smaller. In the end, it was a gentle breeze blowing on his face. The wind dissipated, and replaced by bird songs. Various bird songs, some were gentle, some were sharp, like flowing water, and like sword tips.

Xinhao opened his eyes and found that they were no longer in the air, but in a deep mountain with dense leaves, blocking the sunlight projected from the sky. Perhaps because of the lack of light, Xinhao felt so uncomfortable that he forgot that he was under the control of the underworld.

Speaking of the gangster, Xinhao turned his head and looked at the gangster beside him. At this time, the gangster was no longer as scary as before, because the black layer on his body had faded, revealing his original appearance.

This Taoist man has a pretty face, wearing a blue-robed Taoist robe, no hairpin on his head, and his long hair was casually scattered on his back shoulders, and he was indescribably leisurely and at ease, and he didn't look as ugly as he had just looked like he was so fierce and evil.

"What do you think? This Taoist is so beautiful, do you have any objections?" The underworld, no, the Taoist Qingyi seemed to notice Xin Hao's gaze, but did not look at Xin Hao because Xin Hao was not worthy, but fundamentally, he was lazy to look at it.

"I didn't expect that you were so pretty. You really couldn't associate you with the dark person just now. One was a gentleman and the other was a black murderer. I'm really, wuwu." When Xinhao was halfway through, the Taoist Qingyi took out a ball of linen from somewhere and stuffed it into Xinhao's mouth. Xinhao was so angry that he was stuck in his armpit and couldn't speak. Xinhao was angry and began to struggle back and forth, at least he had to break free from the control of the Taoist Qingyi.

Taoist Qingyi controlled Xinhao a little, but the more Xinhao made a fuss, the more fierce the Taoist Qingyi gradually lost patience. He grabbed the clothes with one hand and the pants with the other, exerted force suddenly and handed forward. Xinhao passed through the thick leaves and flew into the air.

"If you are sick, you won't even struggle, you'll just turn into a dead person." Xinhao would never forget to say anything else. Even if he was thrown into the air now, he said this, but his body did not dare to neglect it. He first took off the linen and then turned around in the air. After Xinhao steadily landed on the canopy of a tree, stood up, and looked at the green ocean, feeling relaxed and happy.

"Let's go, don't make any bad ideas. I can't guarantee your life or death." A cold voice came from below, and Xinhao curled his lips without refuting. He knew that with his current ability, it would be harder to cause some harm to the person below than to walk on the Shu Road.

"Oh, the road to Shu is difficult, it is more difficult than going up to the sky, it is more difficult to escape than going up to the Shu road." Xinhao sighed, jumped off the tree, followed the Qingyi Taoist honestly, and the two walked towards a mountain in front.

The mountain was not far away. After about two pots of tea, they arrived at the foot of the mountain. Xinhao looked up and saw a big mountain with strange rocks and continuous mountains. Especially the mountain in front of Xinhao, which reached the sky. From the hillside of the mountain, Xinhao saw things circling around the mountain. It didn't look like they were carved manually, but it seemed to be formed naturally, because there were no traces of knife and axe processing.

"Boy, take a look. This mountain is called Panjiao Mountain. Now people are lazy. They call it Jiao Mountain. The things on the side of the mountain are Jiaolongs. They failed to overcome the tribulation and were entangled at the side of the mountain. Soon they turned into stones. It was also a landscape, but it also provided me with a good residence. Let's go, this road will take you a ride." After saying that, the Taoist Qingyi pulled Xinhao's clothes, lit the toes, jumped and went up the mountain. At this time, a black dot in the sky gradually approached.

Taoist Qingyi didn't care, but he didn't notice that he took Xinhao with him, but his speed had no effect at all. He saw a flash of figures on the mountain. Finally, he stopped on the rock transformed by the dragon, put down Xinhao. Taoist Qingyi walked into a cave entrance that could just accommodate a person passing through. Although Xinhao was reluctant, he thought about the huge gap between the enemy and us, he still followed.

The roads in the mountains became bigger and wider and wider. Gradually, lights appeared on the stone walls. Although the flames of the small oil lamp were very small, it was enough to illuminate the road. Xinhao didn't know how far he had walked, and suddenly it became clear in front of him. Xinhao took a look and couldn't move his feet in an instant.

I once remembered that Tao Yuanming, a poet of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, once created a Chinese-style utopia, which is the Peach Blossom Land that people talk about. Xinhao remembered the book "The Peach Blossom Land". Xinhao could have memorized it when he was seven years old. He once asked his master whether the Peach Blossom Land really existed. Bai Yi only said one sentence, seeing is true, hearing is false. Xinhao didn't understand at the beginning, but today, he understood everything in front of him.

Peach Blossom Land really exists.

Everything in front of me is exactly the same as what is described in the book: the land is flat, the houses are swaying, and there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo. The fields are transported by the roads, and chickens and dogs are heard. The intercourse is made, and the men and women are dressed like outsiders. The yellow hair is drooping and the hair is happy and happy.

Taoist Qingyi is now walking on the earth road in the fields, greeting people kindly. He is not as cold as he was to Xinhao just now, let alone the ruthlessness he had before. He now gives people a feeling of being kind and kind.

"What are you doing while standing there? Why don't you keep up quickly? If you want to survive, hurry up." The Taoist Qingyi said with a side face.

"Living life? Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Xin Hao didn't understand what Taoist Qingyi meant. What does it mean to want to survive? Isn't this a paradise?

The two of them were still walking along the dirt road in the fields one by one, turning around. Later, they arrived at a small village. Taoist Qingyi still had no intention of stopping. They walked through the streets and alleys and arrived in front of a cliff.

Xinhao plucked up his courage and looked at it. It was very deep, and there was no bottom. There was a layer of darkness at the bottom, which brought a feeling called fear.

"It's so deep, if you fall, you will definitely fall apart."

"You can try it, I can help you." The Taoist Qingyi still had a cold tone and had no feelings.

"No need, by the way, I forgot to ask you, just bring me here and don't kill me?" Xinhao asked the question he wanted to know from the beginning. If Qingyi wanted to do it, it would be easy.

"I'm lazy." The Taoist Qingyi stretched out his hand. Xinhao thought he was going to pat his shoulder. He didn't pay much attention, but his body naturally wanted to avoid the hand. However, he couldn't move again when he was halfway through. Seeing that the hand hit his shoulder, Xinhao breathed a sigh of relief. Then the Taoist Qingyi smiled slightly. Xinhao knew something was going to happen. Before the word "Saving" was called out, the person was pushed down from the bottomless abyss by the Taoist Qingyi.

Xinhao fell very quickly. Before he could shout anything, he had already merged into the darkness. The sound sounded like a mosquito clamoring in his ears.

"I don't know why Lord Jiulong fell in love with this boy, so I'll be blessed." Taoist Qingyi stood by the cliff with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and after a long time, it turned into a stone statue.

Looking back, Xinhao said that Xinhao felt so hatred after being pushed down, but now hatred is useless. It would be good to have a whole body after falling from such a high place. Xinhao simply closed his eyes and thought of going to die generously.

It may be easier for others to die, but it is difficult for him to die, especially now, he is on other people's territory. He is asking someone to give his surname to Xinhao, but why would he let him die again? It has fallen deep and it has not reached the end. However, Xinhao will never go downward to free fall again. Two vines as thick as his arm caught Xinhao, wrapped his waist, and stopped him from falling.

Xinhao didn't understand where the vines suddenly popped up. He looked around and looked at it. It was pitch black. He could only see a small part of the vines. Suddenly, his feet felt like he stepped on the ground and the vines dispersed. Xinhao squatted down and touched it, knocked it. It was indeed at the bottom. He looked up and looked up. The thin steel wire was the crack that Xinhao fell.

"What the hell is this? Is there anyone?" Xinhao's throat worked, and the lights were bright around him in an instant. Xinhao closed his eyes. This sudden light made his eyes unacceptable. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes gradually adapted to the light.

Xinhao looked around and found that this was a place that had been artificially renovated. He was stepping on the "gold bricks" under his feet, which were the same bricks as the bricks paved in the Forbidden City in Beijing. The road was very flat and led to two places. On both sides of the road were statues of various soldiers and generals, each with different expressions and realistic facial features, just like living. Although the weapons in their hands had been through many years, their killing aura was still not diminished.

"I admire the skilled craftsman." Xin Hao looked up slightly and saw the two vines that had just stopped him. The vines were alive. The roots of them were respectively grown on the stone wall. Two people were carved on the stone wall, wearing armor and holding swords, and they were very majestic.

Xinhao withdrew his gaze, looked at the road, and walked forward. If he wanted to live and get out, he could only walk, remained still, and could only wait for death.
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