Chapter 3: One hundred thousand mountains
On Ailao Mountain, Lin Junxuan went west step by step. This point could have been passed by, but every time he was closer to Mr. Jian’s grave, Lin Junxuan felt a heavy heart. Lin Junxuan came to this strange world, and only a few were good to him. Teacher Gan Ruye escaped by chance from the Lin'an Rebellion. Now he is recuperating in the imperial capital. The first demon master was defeated by the five declines of heaven and man, and he did not know life or death. His master Songyu was chased by many monks. As for Mr. Jian, he died in the Ailao Mountain.
Although the experiences of these people have no direct reason for him, these are more or less related to him.
"Oh," sighed, Lin Junxuan suppressed the heavy thoughts in his heart and walked towards the place where Mr. Jian fell three years ago.
In three years, the mountain that had experienced a battle between dragon and tiger masters was already green and green, and the mountains were covered with woods. The lush grass and trees had already made the mountain look like it. Despite this, Lin Junxuan still found some unique marks left by himself in the grass.
There is no protruding grave or special sign. Mr. Jian’s tomb is flat. No one except Lin Junxuan knows that his tomb is here.
Take out the incense and paper I bought from my arms in the town near Ailao Mountain. Lin Junxuan silently stepped forward, holding the incense in his hand, and knelt down at the position of the Prince Jian Gongying in his memory: "It's been three years, brother, I'm finally here to see you." After silently knocking three times, Lin Junxuan inserted the lit incense on the tombying, and then stood up.
"Brother, during the three years when you are away, I have fulfilled my promises back then. Every June, some people who deserve it will die under the four swords of the sword. The deaths of these people continue to maintain the legend of the sword master in the world."
"Three years ago, this promise was helped by my master. Now I have cultivated the sixth grade of Jindan and am fully capable of fulfilling my original promise to you. In the future, as long as I am still alive, the legend of Master Jian will never disappear from the world, and your father of the Sword Sect will never know your death."
"Buzz!" On the back, the sword-sword immortal buzzed and trembled, as if responding to Lin Junxuan's voice.
Lin Junxuan sat down beside the incense, took out the Zhuxian Sword on his back, lowered his head and wiped it over and over again: "It is said that the Taoist world can communicate with all immortal swords. Zhuxian, are you also sad for Brother Jian?" Zhuxian trembled and buzzed.
Ailao Mountain is located in a remote place. Now there is no treasure like the Thousand Years Black Lotus, and no one comes to such a remote place. The wind blows quietly between heaven and earth. This place that the old coachman doesn't want to come is an important corner of his life for Lin Junxuan.
Squatting beside the incense, Lin Junxuan remembered the past with Mr. Jian. He met in Lin'an City when he was four years old and met again in the mountains and fields nine years later. Although the two had not been together for a long time, for Lin Junxuan, Mr. Jian was like a kind brother and respectable guide.
"Brother, I have never known whether I should kill that woman to avenge you. Your death was caused by her. Her blindness and stupidity not only hurt her, but also caused me to lose a brother. Although sometimes, I think she is pitiful, this cannot change my hatred for her. Such a woman is not worthy of your love at all."
Lin Junxuan sighed, raised his head and took a deep breath. The deceased was gone, Lin Junxuan knew that Mr. Jian would not hear his own voice. He would not even feel anything, but he still couldn't help but say this.
Lin Junxuan did not have much ambitions. This time he went down the mountain, and his original plan was to fulfill his original promise to Mr. Jian, and worship Mr. Jian, and then return to Fangcun Sect. But such a simple arrangement was still reborn. But despite this, Lin Junxuan did not regret it. These things were small things in the eyes of others, but big things in his heart.
Sitting on the stubborn stone in the grass, Lin Junxuan looked at the foot of the mountain silently, his heart was full of thoughts and calmness, while time passed silently in this calmness. In the blink of an eye, the sky was full of stars.
With a sigh, Lin Junxuan stood up, looked at Mr. Jian’s grave Ying, and said, “Brother, I’m leaving. You rest here in peace. I will come to see you again next year.”
After bowing three times in front of the tomb Ying without a tombstone, Lin Junxuan carefully removed the incense pillar left after the incense burned out. Although the father and daughter named Yuluo planned to frame Mr. Jian, they did not see Mr. Jian die with their own eyes. Lin Junxuan did not want them to know Mr. Jian’s tomb Ying is here. As long as there is no trace left, as long as Lin Junxuan does not admit it, it will be difficult for anyone to confirm the news of Mr. Jian’s death.
Lin Junxuan felt lonely when he came down from Ailao Mountain.
"The purpose of this trip has been achieved, and we should go back to the mountain," Lin Junxuan murmured to himself, looked at the east side, and raised his clothes and rose up.
"Go back? Without my consent, where are you going?" Although there was a cold shout from the ground, before the sound fell, Lin Junxuan heard a shocking sound in his ears. Before he could react, he saw a large piece of gravel squirting out from the bottom at the corner of his eyes. Among the large tract of earth and stone, a white fluffy white giant palm suddenly stretched out from the ground. Each finger of the giant palm was as thick as Lin Junxuan's waist.
"Who!" Lin Junxuan shouted violently, pressing the hilt of the sword with his hand, subconsciously pressing the hilt of the sword. Unexpectedly, the idea of ​​a sword just appeared in his mind. A violent mental power rushed into Lin Junxuan's sea of ​​consciousness like a raging flood. Unlike Lin Junxuan, his righteous mental power was different. This spiritual power was majestic and domineering, and every trace of lawless violence was revealed. This invisible pressure instantly suppressed Lin Junxuan's mental power, making him unable to move.
"Who is this!" Lin Junxuan was shocked in his heart. He was like a small boat trapped in a giant vortex of the ocean. He could not move at all. No matter how many sword moves and Taoist techniques were concentrated in his hands, he could not activate it. This person was so powerful that in front of him, Lin Junxuan had no ability to draw a sword at all.
"Hahaha!" Amid the violent laughter of the sky, a giant ape more than twenty feet tall jumped out from the ground, and the wide giant palm grabbed Lin Junxuan into his palm, jumped hard, and headed westward.
"It's him!" Lin Junxuan was shocked when he saw the giant ape jumping out from the ground. He recognized at first glance that the white demon ape was the strong man who was ambushed on the ground on the top of Langya Mountain. He took the opportunity to sneak attack Xiaoyao Hou, but in the end he was shocked by Xiaoyao Hou and his wife.
"Boy, why are you going back to Fangcun Mountain in such a hurry? Let's go to the 100,000 mountains with my ancestor first! Hahaha!" The white demon ape ran west with a crazy laugh.
"You!..." Lin Junxuan was about to figure out something, but the white demon ape had a huge white eyes and his five fingers suddenly closed. Lin Junxuan felt that his whole body seemed to be about to fall apart, and his whole body felt ache and he fainted.
"Hehe, boy, isn't that right? Why do you ask so much? You're asking for trouble," the white demon ape cracked his teeth, stared at Lin Jun's mysterious monster who fainted, and then radiated forcefully towards the sky, and flew up like a shell, turning into a black dot in the blink of an eye, falling several miles away...
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When Lin Junxuan woke up, his head was dizzy and his whole body seemed to be about to fall apart. There was a cold feeling under him. Lin Junxuan opened his eyes in a daze. Before he could fully open it, he heard a burst of giggles in his ears.
"Hehe, look, this kid doesn't have hair on his body!"
"Yes, it's so strange, it's not hairy! It's bare."
"Hey, stop talking, he's awake."
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Lin Junxuan supported himself and slowly opened his eyes. Finally, he saw clearly the source of the stuttering sound. A few steps away, three white monkeys, all white and as tall as children, were crowding together. They stood like scholars, staring at Lin Junxuan with wide eyes.
One man and three monkeys stared at each other, and no one said anything about anyone.
"Excuse me"
"Ah!" Before Lin Junxuan could finish his words, the three white monkeys suddenly screamed, bounced in three directions, and slapped on the walls of the three caves.
"He can speak!" A white monkey lay on the top of the huge cave and pointed at Lin Junxuan and said, his furry face full of fear.
"Yes, he can actually speak!" Another white monkey lay on the left side of the cave wall and echoed.
Lin Junxuan shook his head and laughed in his heart. These three monkeys had obviously become a genius, but they lacked experience. Lin Junxuan was very funny in his heart and said, "Nonsense, if humans can't speak, would the monkey still speak?" He couldn't arouse any hostility towards these weird white monkeys.
"But we are born to speak!" On the ground ten feet away, a white monkey covered her teeth and said to Lin Junxuan.
Lin Junxuan looked at the white monkey and then found himself lying on a huge stone bed. The stone bed seemed to have a texture like mica, and it was white all over, like mica, and had an extremely bright surface.
"Where is this?" Lin Junxuan asked again, with a look of painstaking thought on his face.
"This is the cave of the White Ape Ancestor, and the center of the eastern mountains of 100,000 mountains." A white monkey blinked and stared at Lin Junxuan and said.
"Ten thousand mountains!" Lin Junxuan was shocked when he heard this. He heard Vivi say these four words. His master Song Yu broke into this place when he was walking around the world in the past. In the world of cultivation, the 100 thousand mountains are really the hinterland of the demon clan. Thinking of this, Lin Junxuan took a breath of air and was actually taken into the 100 thousand mountains.
As its name suggests, the 100,000 towering mountains standing in the west of the earth, is called 100,000 mountains, but in fact there are more than 100,000 mountains. Among them, there are countless demon clans living in the world, and 90% of the demon clans live here, and the remaining 10% walk around the world.
Chapter completed!