Vol 3 Chapter 11: Old bamboo shop

Chapter Eleven Old Bamboo House
The Qingxue sword glows like snow, flying above the clouds, drawing a thin ray of light across the sea of ​​clouds in this endless night sky. ●⌒The wind blew on his face, his clothes danced wildly, Shen Shi looked forward, his eyes fixed on a place deep in the dark, Yukong galloped.
He had just practiced Xiaocheng before he came to Yuanshimen. When he was on the Jinhong Mountain of Lingxiaozong, of course, he had tried to fly with the sword many times, but most of them were around the mountain with clear sight or simply. Flying in his own small valley, jumping out of the cliff like tonight, it was the first time to soar above the clouds.
However, the Qingxue Sword can be given to him by the elders of the Lingxiao Sect as a cherished and important reward. This spirit sword itself is indeed extraordinary, even if the wind is fierce above this high altitude, but the Qingxue sword is Under the urging of Yu Jianshu, he was still flying very steadily, without the slightest trembling and shaking like the danger of falling down and breaking his bones.
This also relieved Shen Shi, who was still a little worried at first, but he soon discovered another disturbing thing, which was the distance he flew to the spot where the light flashed, in this dark night. In the middle, it turned out to be farther than what I originally judged.
He flew the sword for a long time, but found that the sea of ​​clouds was vast, and it seemed that he hadn't reached the place he wanted to go. At this moment, the aura in his body was already in danger of bottoming out.
You know, after all, he is just a middle-level cultivator in the Ning Yuan realm, and it has only been a while since he has cultivated into this imperial swordsmanship. Whether it is proficiency or strong spiritual power, he can't support him flying for too long at the moment. It is impossible to fly in the nine heavens for a long time like the monk of the gods.
After insisting on flying for a while, Chen Shi still didn't see the white light in front of him. There was still a sea of ​​clouds in front of him. He sighed unwillingly in his heart. There was a faint loss and gloom, but it still worked. Li, his body was slightly lowered.
The Qingxue sword turned downward from parallel flight like a snow sword, and soon submerged in the clouds, and began to fall downward.
After about half a cup of tea, Shen Shi passed through the thick clouds and continued to fall to the ground below his feet. After leaving above the clouds, the wind seemed to be a lot smaller and Shen Shi was also controlling the Qixue Sword. Shi was a little more relaxed, and now when I looked at the ground around me, it was another scene.
Without the cover of the boundless sea of ​​clouds, the majestic and rolling Xumi Mountains appeared again at his feet, the peaks of different heights standing upright, like giants standing silently in this dark night.
Just when Shen Shi was planning to find a suitable place to rest and make plans after his spiritual power was restored, he suddenly heard a voice.
A sound that sounds familiar, but doesn't seem to appear at this moment.
"Wow...wow...wow..."
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Living in the sea for a long time on Jinhong Mountain, he almost felt that it was the sound of the sea tide rolling, just like the tide, repeatedly beating the coast in the dark night, as if it would never stop. However, this place is Xumi Xianshan, in the central inland of Hongmeng mainland, but where is the sea tide?
With a bit of doubt, he looked down, and at the same time urged the Qingxue sword to fly down. As he approached the Xumeixian Mountain under his feet, the tidal-like sound that came up and down in the dark night became more and more. Is clear.
Following this strange sound, Shen Shi swept across the mountains, and soon discovered that the place where the sound came was not on those high hills, but on a hill hidden in the dark shadow under the peaks.
He drove the flying sword lower and lower, and the sound of the sea waves grew louder and louder. Finally, at some point, he found the place, the place where the strange sound of the surging waves of the tide was made.
There, it is still not the sea, it is still a mountain.
Under the faint light of the stars, a mountain is filled with bamboos like a sea. When the night wind blows, the bamboo branches swing, like a sea of ​​bamboo waves, ups and downs. The sound of the waves rises from this bamboo sea, and when the night is quiet, the bamboo waves add tranquility.
Shen Shi looked at the bamboo sea under his feet, and listened to the sound of the bamboo waves, but his heart suddenly moved, as if he had thought of something, his face changed slightly. Isn't this marvelous scene in front of you just like what Senior Brother Du Tiejian told him before is the place where the saints lived in the past?
For a while, Shen Shi couldn't help but hesitate. If the mountain in front of him was really the Dazhu Peak where Wentian lived in the past, it would naturally be the entrance gate of Yuanshi. He entered it without permission. This risk is self-evident. However... he lowered his head and looked at his right hand. On the fragment of the Ancient Slaughter Immortal Sword, the light seemed very weak, but the remaining bit of sword light, at this moment, coincidentally leaned towards the one under his feet. A bamboo mountain.
Clearly, there is no sign of hesitation.
Shen Shi raised his head, took a deep look at this seemingly inconspicuous hill in the Xumi Mountains, and at the same time recalled the illusion he had seen on Wuzhen Rock in his mind, thinking of the back facing Own man. Perhaps... is the person on the Wuzhen Rock the same as Yuan Wentian? Then the ancient sword in his hand is the ancient sword of Slaughter Immortal?
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and his breathing became a little quick. After a while, he suddenly gritted his teeth and fell.
Bamboo waves echoed in the mountains and plains like calm and gentle tidal waves.
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Since it is the entrance gate of Yuanshi, it naturally has unusual guards and risks. On weekdays, Shen Shi is afraid to stay away. It's just that he has seen the power of that piece of Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword after all, that kind of powerful force is enough to make all the monks in the world irresistible.
With a bit of vigilance and nervousness, he quietly approached the mountain, even to hide his tracks, he immediately put away the Snow Sword after getting close to the ground, and jumped directly into a bamboo forest on the ground. In the shadows below.
After stepping on the solid ground, Shen Shi immediately lowered his body and looked around with a trace of tension. However, the surrounding area was quiet, and there was no strange movement. Apart from the array of bamboo waves, the mountain seemed to be also No ordinary hill without any difference.
Shen Shi waited on the spot for a while, and after confirming that there was no one around, he slowly stood up and started to walk forward, but only after two steps, he hesitated for a moment, and looked down at the handle in his hand. Immortal Remnant Sword, I saw that the sword light above seemed to have exhausted all its power at this moment, the last bit of light also dissipated, and it changed back to its original silent appearance, as if falling into deep sleep again.
Shen Shi frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then took the remnant sword back into his wishful bag, and then continued to walk forward carefully.
At this moment, he was in a bamboo forest, surrounded by bamboos of different thicknesses. At the same time, on the ground in the forest, there were bamboo shoots and half-height small bamboos everywhere, and bamboo leaves falling from a thick layer. Stand tall and straight. Stepping on that layer of fallen leaves, I feel the softness and thickness. I don’t know how many years this bamboo forest has existed. Or maybe, at some point in the past, there was a saint in this forest. Passed by, raised his head with one hand, staring at this verdant bamboo forest?
Shen Shi walked and walked, only to feel that the bamboo forest was particularly quiet, and the sound of bamboo waves seemed to be farther away.
The air was full of the unique scent of verdant bamboo, fresh and comfortable, but he thought it might be a heavily guarded place, but after walking for a long time, he never noticed it alone.
Shen Shi even had a faint illusion that he was alone on this bamboo mountain.
Did you admit it to the wrong place? This is not Dazhufeng where Yuan Wentian Sage lived in seclusion? Otherwise, why is there no one guarding such an important place?
With all kinds of doubts in his mind, Shen Shi still moved forward cautiously. After walking like this for a while, he suddenly felt that the front was suddenly open, but he unknowingly walked to the edge of this bamboo forest. His heart shook slightly, and he leaned out to take a closer look, only to see that on the top of this mountain, outside the bamboo forest, there was a flat clearing area covered with a few ordinary huts.
Shen Shi was stunned for a moment, almost subconsciously looking around, but the mountain wind was blowing coldly, and the surrounding was still quiet.
Shen Shi hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward and walked towards the few houses. The journey was unbelievably peaceful. Only a faint starlight from the sky, faintly falling, shone on the hut in the remote mountain, without knowing the past. How many years have passed like this.
Finally, Shen Shi stood here.
It turned out that these huts were made by cutting down tough bamboo. They were simple and ordinary. He walked outside the largest bamboo house in the middle. For no reason, he felt that his throat was a little dry. After taking a deep breath, he stretched his hand forward, and in this night, gently pushed the door that was also made of bamboo.
"Squeak..."
With a low voice, the bamboo door opened.
Oncoming, there was darkness in the house, but other than that, there was no more movement.
Shen Shi stood at the door for a while, breathing a little bit more quickly, after a little reassurance, he gritted his teeth and walked into the bamboo house.
The cold mountain wind blew in from outside the door behind him, making people feel that there was a bit of chill in the house. It seemed that no one had lived here for a long time, so Shen Shi could not feel any anger. The bamboo house is a bit dim, perhaps because the walls block the outer starlight, making everything in the house appear shadowy and hazy. I can barely see that there are also some simple tables and chairs in the house, but Shen Shi soon discovered that there seemed to be something unusual under the wall at the deepest point in front of the bamboo house.
In the dark shadows, there was a long strip of things that lay across there, like a box and a common incense case in ordinary temples. Shen Shi hesitated for a moment and walked over there.
When he walked closer, he quickly discovered that the shape seemed to be a long table for worship, and the few things standing on the table seemed to be incense candles. On the incense case and the wall behind the incense case, there seems to be something that can't be recognized clearly.
Suddenly a cold wind blew, and Shen Shi only felt a sudden chill behind his back. At that moment, he was panicked abruptly. He suddenly turned around, only to find that there was nothing behind him except the dim shadow.
The corners of Chen Shi's eyes twitched slightly. After standing silent for a moment, he suddenly gritted his teeth, but his fingers stretched out. After a while, a small flame lit up from his fingertips with a "pop", illuminating the incense case. Those few joss sticks. He had a calm face, his eyes were still a little nervous, but he still lit the candle.
The flame ignited and the light drove away the darkness in the room. After a while, Shen Shi could see what was in front of him.
At the same time, outside the bamboo house, the night breeze suddenly rushed, the sound of bamboo waves undulated, and the sea was rising, and gradually rushed.