The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 54

The senior brother smiled, and Xianzuo decided not to care about this fox any more.

Seeing the fox standing tremblingly on the river, looking a little helpless, he said, "Come up quickly, the others are fake, the river is real, and I won't save you if you fall in... Hiss, you're against me, aren't you?" ?”

A good spirit is not a bad spirit, just as he said this, the fox fell into the river with a plop.

Before he could make a move, a black shadow flew in front of his eyes, Hong Lan jumped lightly, and scooped up the fox without touching any water.

Xianzuo dares to swear, he was glanced displeased by his brother just now.

What's the matter with him?

Honglan said: "What does it mean that the river is real?"

Yun Fang kindly said: "Wang Chuan River, the water is full of resentment that has just been washed, if it takes a while longer, this fox will be bald."

Fox: "Squeaky!!!"

The fox grasped Hong Lan's skirt tightly, and the fear was beyond words.

Honglan had no choice but to cast a light glance at Yunfang to tell him to shut up, and at the same time threw a stick in his hand to clean it up for the fox.

This is the convenience of a monk. You don't have to worry about the small things in your daily life, you just need to throw a stick to get it done.

The fox was very happy to find that he was miraculously clean, shook his fluffy hair, and happily put his head under Honglan's hands.

Honglan thought she wanted him to pet it, so she lowered her palm and wanted to brush it, but the little thing refused to let it go, and hid twice, looking at him with dissatisfied eyes.

Hong Lan frowned, why is it so troublesome?

After a moment of stalemate, the little fox finally said softly, "There are still ears."

The cub is a beginner in human language, he speaks jerkyly, with a thin voice, and speaks in a whimpering voice.

He looked down, and the little thing shook his erect white ears at him.

Hong Lan was silent.

Just when the fox flinched, he finally made a move, carefully and meticulously plucked out its ears.

It was the first time in heaven and earth that he hadn't even plucked out the ears for the Taoist companion.

Picked out his ears, rubbed his belly, the little thing was served comfortably, and was very satisfied, so he grabbed Hong Lan's neck and made a gesture to kiss him.

Honglan frowned again.

The next moment, the fox was pinched by the back of the neck and lifted up!

It was the first time in the fox's short life that someone refused to kiss him.

Honglan mentioned the fox, and the fox jumped up and down in the air. Honglan ignored its displeasure, and carefully looked at its lower abdomen, trying to distinguish between male and female.

It's like this, it should be a female fox, right?

The fox's little soybean-sized head started to function, and finally realized what this man was doing.

It suddenly flushed with anger: looking serious, how can you play a fox and a rascal!

The angry fox burst out with new strength, kicking Honglan's face fiercely with his hind legs.

Honglan didn't even have time to get angry, the fox got out of his hand... and jumped into the river again.

Yunfang's loud laughter came from the shore, and he was really eye-opened. What kind of arrogance is this kind of spirit!

Honglan was helpless, bent down, rolled up her sleeves, reached into the river, and went to fish for it again.

But for some reason, a heavy rusty smell suddenly entered the tip of his nose.

This rusty smell has become the vicissitudes and chills of the broken halberds and heavy sands through the thick Wangchuan River.

wow-

The water splashed everywhere, and the fox emerged from the water, holding a piece of iron sheet with its four claws together, shaking its head and tail to hand it over to Honglan, as if offering a treasure.

Honglan picked it up, "Don't pick up dirty..."

Seeing that thing, Yun Fang suddenly shouted sternly: "Come up!!"

At the same time, the sun seemed to be on and off for a moment, and the chilling rusty smell suddenly rose, causing people to feel chills layer after layer.

Honglan's expression froze, her toes hit the water surface, and she jumped up quickly.

But he is fast, and the things in the water are faster.

A pair of hands protruded from the water like water snakes, tightly wrapping around his ankles.

When Honglan leaped up, he brought that thing out, so that people could see its whole picture—it was a "person" with full armor. The armor was black, not shining, deep and dark, and there was no face under the helmet. It's a green will-o'-the-wisp, with an indescribably strange flickering moment.

Honglan turned over in the air, kicked the thing hard, and kicked the thing into the water, splashing water everywhere.

He stared at it carefully and said, "What is this?"

"Guardian of the Netherworld," Yun Fang said, "—brother be careful!"

At the same time, more "people" like this appeared on the surface of the water. They came out of the River of Forgetfulness densely, and all raised their heads to stare at Honglan.

Honglan: "..."

Fox: "Squeak!"

Those armored men were divided into two groups, one group encircled and suppressed Honglan, and the other group set foot on the shore.

This squad was neatly wearing armor and holding spears, extremely chilling.

Being stared at by those dozens of will-o'-the-wisps like eyes, Xie Qiuhan only felt that goosebumps all over his body were protesting.

He took a step back, "What is Nether Guard?"

"It's just..." Yun Fang kicked away the leading forward who rushed forward, and said without panting, "Has Bao Cheng seen it?"

"The one who sent me back to the mountain?" Xie Qiuhan pulled out Yunfang's sword and stabbed at the forward who turned towards him, separating the thing from head to tail with a single blow.

But the head and tail were reassembled, straightened up again, and rushed towards Xie Qiuhan.

"To stab here—" Yun Fang took his hand from behind, leading him to lean forward, and the long sword hit the will-o'-the-wisp.

Now the will-o'-the-wisp went out with a puff, and the whole armored man fell apart, the armor fell to the ground, and there was no life at all.

Xie Qiuhan breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and just touched Yunfang's chin, and his moist and soft lips slid across his forehead.

... Xie Qiuhan stood like a stone statue, and his whole body was melted.

Yun Fang didn't take it seriously, and while rubbing his forehead naturally, he said, "These were originally Bao Cheng's soldiers, but they were sacrificed to the Houtu Ding to be the guards of the underworld, guarding the Wangchuan River. They'll go out."

Xie Qiuhan was dumbfounded: Bao what?What guard?

Seeing the commotion here, Honglan quickly followed suit, smashing these unbeatable armored men into a pile of discarded iron pieces, broke through the encirclement, and fell back to the shore again.

"You said you came once, when was it?"

Yun Fang said: "In the third year of Wutai, Bao Cheng led the army to suppress the sand bandits, but was designed to annihilate the entire army. I responded to Bao Cheng's request and rescued a few people out. Those who didn't get out are all here."

"Designed by someone?" Hong Lan asked, "Who?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Yun Bin shrugged, "But..."

Before he could elaborate, Xie Qiuhan's ears twitched slightly, and interrupted vigilantly, "How many people are in the 'Quanjun'?"

boom--

At the same time, earth-shattering voices sounded from all directions.

The water surface, overhead, and the surrounding air were slightly distorted, and countless armored figures turned from phantoms to entities, densely covering the entire space, pressing down like a huge net.

Yunfang: "Seventy to eighty thousand."

"........."

This situation is very frightening. Seventy to eighty thousand ants can gather into a continuous twisting hemp rope, let alone a group of undefeated Nether Guards.

They covered the sky and the sun, and the surroundings immediately became cold and filled with ghostly fire.

Seeing this, Hong Lan raised his right hand, and a dragon head made of blood mist roared out from the bottom of his sleeve, instantly turning into ten thousand phantoms and biting at the Nether Guard.

But it was in vain, and when the dragon's head turned back, it was pierced by the armored man's spear and disappeared.

Just like the mandrill ghost on the ground, spells can't get close to this thing's body, so it can only extinguish the fire with real swords and guns.

Hong Lan understood the tricky point, and her forehead slightly pressed down.

The fox knew that he had gotten into trouble, so he hid back in his arms, hiding his face, not daring to look.

Countless guards rushed down, and they fought and retreated, eliminating wave after wave. The guards couldn't get close to Yunfang and the others. It was not critical, but the fighting was a bit boring. Looking around, there were boundless armor and will-o'-the-wisps , making people feel angry.

Xie Qiuhan kicked away a row of guards, feeling a surge of energy and blood, and his vision began to blur again.

At this time, a piercing female scream came from among the refugees, stabbing his temple like a needle, making him clear for a while, and turning his head to look over.

Among the chaotic crowd of refugees, a young girl fell down on the ground, her face was covered with tears and snot, and blood was dripping from her shoulders. Hold it in your hand and drag it into the water.

He clung to the river bank and wailed, "Help...help!"

Before seeing how Yunfang made a move, a pile of iron pieces scattered into the river, a pair of white and clean hands pinched the young man's shoulders, gently lifted him, and pulled him back to the shore.

Just saving him is not enough.

From this point on, the Nether Guardians seemed to have found a new target, turning their spearheads to the refugees, and going to catch the unarmed refugees one after another.

Although Yunfang and the others can protect themselves, it is troublesome to separate the guards from the refugees.

Yun Fang tipped his toes, jumped into the air, glanced at the Nether Guards who were advancing one after another, and finally took out a flute from his sleeve and threw it into Hong Lan's arms, "Brother, clean the music."

Honglan reached out to take the flute, hesitating for a moment.

Yun Fang: "How will you know if you don't try!" As he spoke, he swung his sword down, separating several guards and refugees.

Seeing Hong Lan, she played the fife decisively.

At first the flute was silent, only a crooked air sound, which was almost nothing under the impact of the iron armor.

And originally the three of them fought back the enemy together, now without Honglan, Xie Qiuhan couldn't cope with it, and Yun Fang took care of all the enemies.

When Honglan played the flute, it seemed that she had forced internal injuries instead, and bloodstains dripped from the corner of her mouth.

But when the blood spit out, the sound of the music became clearer.

The music spread out wave after wave, with a magical rhythm that made people feel at ease, and all the guards and refugees immediately stood there in a daze as if they were captured.

The corner of Yunfang's mouth twitched.

He drew his sword in response, and drew a semi-arc in the air, the silence and the sound complemented each other, the sword was pushed out following the rhythm, and slowly encountered a group of armored men.

No one knew what happened, the ghostly ghostly fire dimmed, as if the incense candle that had burned to the bottom, went out with a sizzling sound.

Accompanied by the sound of music and the light of the sword, slowly expanding from the inner circle, the armored man began to fall apart.

After a while, the thousands of guards visible to the naked eye were all extinguished, leaving only empty armor.

And a little farther away, the guards seemed to have lost their direction, spinning around like headless chickens.

The music stopped, and the surroundings became quiet again.

Honglan stroked the flute lightly with her fingers, and handed it back to Yunfang, but Yunfang waved his hands away, "Take it back."

People in the world say that Xianzuo has a sword and a flute, which means that he is at the top of the two realms of sword and music, but this is not the case.

He can play a ditty to relieve boredom, and he is good at fighting and killing swordsmanship. The flute is left by his senior brother.

The little fox poked his head out, looked around, and found that there were still a large number of guards in the distance, so he took a deep breath and buried himself in Honglan's neck again.

But a big hand covered its face and got it out.

It raised its head, and it was that annoying person again.

Yun Fang looked at the fox for a while, but didn't see what was going on, then saw Hong Lan condemning him, and then he stopped.

Yun Fang said, "I didn't bully it. The Netherworld guards will only be mobilized when they hear the resentment of dead souls. Your fox is alive and has attracted the guards. Do you think it's strange? I'm afraid you're about to die."

Fox: "Oh."

Hong Lan: "Don't talk nonsense."

Yun Fang looked at the fox suspiciously, and suddenly had some shocking conjectures, but this conjecture had no basis, so he could only press down.

After all, the guards were not necessarily attracted by the fox, so this conjecture was fundamentally rejected.

At this time, he heard Xie Qiuhan ask: "What is the 'sacrifice' you mentioned just now?"

He found that Xie Qiuhan could always become very calm amidst a bunch of miscellaneous clues, and asked the key points right away.

Yun Fang: "It's an ancient method, dedicating a living person to be a yin soldier in exchange for the grace of the land, which can make a big difference on the tripod."

Later, a change was made on the earth tripod, which changed life and death. The last sacrifice was to erase himself, and from then on, he was detached from life and death.

Xie Qiuhan was secretly startled when he heard Yunfang's words. Just as he was about to speak, Yunfang glanced at the refugees behind him and made a hissing gesture to him.

Seeing his expression, Xie Qiuhan confirmed his guess: this is the second sacrifice.

The subsequent movement of the Nether Guards was to catch these refugees and "change the guard". The three of them happened to stand in front of the guns and blocked a wave of arresting strong men for them.

In this way, the matter became much clearer: Taixuan Palace made a deal with the Fox King, and the Fox King took out the ancient method of the Houtu Ding, and asked them to arrest people to sacrifice, and then opened the Houtu Ding, and he himself used this pass to enclose Yunfang. Several people got in and took out Chi You's golden body.

On the ground, you can use mandrill ghosts to attack cities and fight, and underground, you can sacrifice your living souls in exchange for the grace of the Empress Earth.

Looking at these refugees, Xie Qiuhan was in shock and sobbed softly. The young man who escaped from the tiger's mouth was sitting on the ground, and the girl he replaced and rescued was crying beside him, but the young man himself was heartless and smiled at her.

... In short, there is no need to care about the happiness and anger of these people.

Who is manipulating these?Taixuan Palace never had such courage and insight.

At this moment, Honglan suddenly said, "Look!"

Xie Qiuhan followed and saw the guards neatly stacked together, walking towards a certain point one by one in order, where they distorted for a while and disappeared in place.

The corners of Yunfang's lips curled up slightly: "It's just right for someone to lead the way."

Legend has it that there are nine heavens in the sky and nine layers in the earth. Huangquan hangs upside down and passes through the earth in nine layers, which is also called Jiuquan.

Under the Nine Springs is Netherworld.

Right now, this group of Nether Guards walked silently through the long white sands and arrived at the end of the River of Forgetfulness.

There is bone-piercing cold here, the water has a strange fragrance, and the silent silence covers the whole world.

A boat sailed steadily on the Wangchuan River, came to the corner, and followed the guards to Jiuquan.

Jiuquan was hung upside down, like a high waterfall. The boat went up against the current and became upright, but the people on board were steady and there was no tendency to fall.

This boat was driven by Yunfang and the others.

Xie Qiuhan stood at the bow of the boat with Yunfang, talking softly and laughing from time to time.

The boat has been sailing for a while, and there is no one to disturb it. It has been a long time since the two of them had such a carefree conversation.

Most of the refugees huddled in the cabin obediently, not daring to come out. The boat looked small, but there was another hole in it, which could accommodate everyone.

After the boat sailed for an unknown period of time, a cloud and mist broke through, and suddenly there was light.

The light comes from a huge suspended cauldron.

This tripod has no brilliance, and the whole body is in a square shape. Countless small dots are engraved vertically on the simple bronze material, which is extremely dense. At first glance, it looks like tens of thousands of pinholes have been poked on the tripod.

The mouth of the tripod is constantly exchanging and shuttling some glowing spiritual energy, and between the inflow and outflow, it seems to have turned into an incomparably vast map of the Milky Way and stars.

Xie Qiuhan lowered his head, looked at the tripod under the boat, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "This is the Houtu tripod?"

This boat just came out of the tripod along Jiuquan, that is to say, they came out of Houtu tripod.

After leaving the Houtuding, Yunfang also heaved a sigh of relief.

"The end above the Nine Springs is the human world," Yun Fang said, "Some of these guards guard the first level of hell. When we get there, we will return to the human world."

Xie Qiuhan said: "Is there really hell?" He thought it was just a lie.

"Naturally," Yun Fang said, "after death, the living beings float down with the Yellow Spring, go through the nine layers of hell, each layer of resentment and desire is washed clean, and then they enter the nether world along the River of Forgetfulness, and cast themselves into the nether world. After entering the Earth Cauldron, it turns into a wisp of aura with nothing to worry about. We are all living people, and the laws here don’t work for us, so you can see that it’s normal here, and there’s nothing strange about it.”

As he said that, he laughed again, and joked: "I told you to stay in the mountains. If you don't do it, you have to follow me. Now follow me to hell."

Xie Qiuhan looked at him and thought to himself: Even if you really want to go to hell, there is nothing wrong with it.

They said a few more words before being interrupted.

"En, benefactor?" The young man in rags approached cautiously, with the girl he rescued beside him.

The girl was not very good-looking, she had a few small freckles on her nose, and she was shy, with a bit of ordinary cuteness.

Yunfang: "What?"

The young man: "I came here to thank my benefactor, who saved my life just now, great kindness, great kindness..." He really couldn't repay him, so he stammered a few sentences, and simply knelt down and kowtowed his head twice. Hit the point.

The girl also knelt down with him, and was helped up by Xie Qiuhan.

The two of them were very grateful, and Xie Qiuhan glanced at their tightly clasped hands, feeling a little envious in his heart.

The young man just thought that he had encountered a monk fighting skills, and that there might be some mysterious fairyland around him, and he didn't know the truth about the Netherworld. Seeing that Yunfang and the others looked confident, he also felt relieved.

After thanking a few people, he pulled the girl to the side of the boat without any panic, seeming to regard the Nine Springs of Hell as a scenery, pointing and talking about love.

It can be said that sentient beings are full of water, and the nine springs also emit pink bubbles.

Yunfang and Xie Qiuhan looked at them side by side, Yunfang glanced at Xie Qiuhan, and saw that he seemed to pay special attention to these two.

His thoughts turned, he stroked his chin, and thought he understood, and said, "Xiao Qiuhan, you've grown up."

Xie Qiuhan: "?"

Yun Fang said: "I see that you don't seem to have any good female disciples in the mountains."

Xie Qiuhan was puzzled, "No."

Who is he close with, Yun Fang still doesn't know?He was the only one who came and went.

Yun Fang thought for a while, and asked: "By the way, do you know Ling Luo? The eldest disciples of Jiangzhu Temple are very quiet. They seem to choose students based on their faces. I will lead you to make friends later. one time."

Xie Qiuhan: "..."

Honglan looked over in surprise.

Yun Fang was puzzled, "What's the matter? There are all good girls in Jiangzhuguan, and I didn't take him to the brothel."

As he said that, he thought about it for a while, and he didn't know what he thought of, and said very kindly: "When you grow up, it's okay to visit brothels. If you don't understand, maybe you can ask me."

Xie Qiuhan made another stab at his heart, and said back with an angry expressionless face: "Oh? What are you asking, can you still teach me?"

Yun Fang might have been a little surprised at his retort, paused for a moment, then smiled again and said, "It's not impossible."

"..." Xie Qiuhan looked away and walked out, completely ignoring him.

Hong Lan also looked away, feeling in her heart that this junior was hopeless.

Yun Fang, on the other hand, added this matter to the itinerary in a serious manner, with great interest, and he didn't know what he was feeding on his usual cleverness.