Chapter 181 Incense Valley

However, the Qingyun Mountain that reaches into the sky is still tall and vast.

The journey was long and boring. All Murong Ji could do was to close his eyes and rest, secretly using the Golden Elixir Method to activate the Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism.

Murong Ji opened his eyes and found that it was already time for dinner. After getting his meal, he found a seat and sat down to eat.

Looking at the people around me chatting in groups of three or four, and excluding myself from the group, I felt helpless.

In fact, the difference between monks and mortals can be seen at a glance. Thanks to the nourishment of spiritual energy, the spiritual charm of monks is very obvious.

He sighed quietly, "This is good, it won't delay my practice time."

Before he knew it, three or four months had passed. The world of Zhu Xian was vast. As Murong Ji looked along the way, he saw as many as seven or eight different town styles, and the same was true for the languages.

When he arrived in southern Xinjiang, Murong Ji no longer understood.

"My dear nephew, after passing Yunmeng, we will reach the territory of Fenxiang Valley. That is someone else's territory. There are some things...you have to pretend you didn't see them!"

Murong Ji was startled. What did this mean? He clasped his fists and saluted, "Uncle Li, don't worry. If you don't let me take care of it, I will definitely not take care of it."

"Okay." After giving the instructions, Deacon Li felt relieved.

After a few days, Murong Ji saw what Yunmeng was.

The heavy fog in the early morning almost blocked the view, but it dispersed on both sides of the road. From a distance, the road looked like a line that separated the fog.

After reaching the top of the mountain road, Murong Ji looked back and finally understood why this place was called Yunmeng.

The sun shines on the endless green forest, and the rising mist flows with the wind, like a rough sea with rolling waves.

No matter what, the fog never emerged from the forest.

The road they had just walked on seemed to be drawn by someone in the sea of ​​clouds, clearly dividing the road.

Murong Ji stretched lazily. There was a poem that said: The mist rises from Yunmeng Lake. Here, we should add: The blue sea ripples with white waves.

Yunmeng is the boundary between Qingyun Sect and Fenxiang Valley. To be more precise, this boundary is Canglian Mountain, which formed the wonder of Yunmeng.

The sun shines dimly, and the blue sky is connected. Beautiful dream clouds surround the green peaks.

It is said that this continuous Canglian Mountain was transformed from a blue dragon that was slain by gods in ancient times.

After crossing Canglian Mountain, you will reach the territory of Fenxiang Valley.

Murong Ji took a quick glance and found that the local customs and people had changed drastically, making him feel as if he had traveled through time again.

After the caravan had been traveling for ten days, Murong Ji also saw the monks from Fenxiang Valley flying back and forth in an endless stream.

After watching for a long time, he realized that these disciples of Fenxiang Valley were patrolling the road connecting to the Central Plains.

Strictly speaking, beyond Canglian Mountain, it is within the scope of the Ten Thousand Mountains. The relationship between the human race here and other races is tense.

The barbarians in southern Xinjiang are real barbarians. They are all monsters that are born from moisture-born eggs and are covered in fur and have horns.

They did not accept the etiquette of the human race, and only believed that the strong were kings. Because of this, many merchants died here.

As soon as he entered here, Deacon Li called him to live with him. There were also some other monks around him.

Murong Ji looked at the disciples of Fenxiang Valley who made four rounds of patrols in the sky day and night, and felt some indescribable emotion in his heart.

Now it seems that Fenxiang Valley is not as terrible as he imagined.

Half a month later, the first city we saw was Fensheng Pass.

Murong Ji was stunned. This name was very strange. If it meant life, then did it also mean death?
Deacon Li chuckled. He knew what Murong Ji was thinking by looking at his expression: "Rumor has it that this is a warning from the ancestors of Fenxiang Valley to the disciples in the valley."

"After passing this checkpoint, head north. When fighting with others, be merciful. We are all human beings, so there is no need to fight to the death."

"On the other side of Fenxiang Valley, there is another checkpoint called the Death Checkpoint. It is to warn the disciples that after passing this checkpoint, if you are not of the human race, once you take action, it will be either you or me who will die."

Murong Ji was stunned. Is Fenxiang Valley so stubborn? Isn't this a perfect template for the protagonist? He remembered that Li Xun was the villain.

As we walked into the pass, we saw a cliff. The towering mountain range looked as if it had been cut in half by a sword.

The cliffs on both sides had been repaired and high platforms, fortresses, and numerous military facilities had been built. There were very few places that Murong Ji could recognize.

He also couldn't understand the purpose of some facilities.

On the cliffs on both sides, people built stairs, and as you go up step by step, there are military defenses on both sides.

Further up, there are two majestic building complexes, within which stand two imposing palaces.

Murong Ji exhaled. For some reason, he felt a little depressed in his heart. Walking through this pass, it was as if his life and death were in the hands of others.

"This is the Fenxiang Valley." Deacon Li said respectfully, "If it weren't for them, the southern border barbarians and monsters would have gone north to look for food, and by then, all the people would have suffered."

"The hall to the west is the main hall of Fenxiang Valley, the Mountain and River Hall. The one to the east is the Mysterious Fire Altar. It is said that there are two fire dragons in it, but I don't know if it's true or not."

Murong Ji looked and saw that the two halls were located on both sides of the cliff and valley, overlooking the valley from a high vantage point.

"Speaking of which, this mountain range is the main vein of Canglian Mountain, and its location is very special. The strange thing is that this cliff and deep valley happens to be stuck on the way in and out of Shiwan Mountain." "It is closest to the Central Plains, has the best geographical location, and has the most abundant resources."

"Legend has it that the human race is also a member of the barbarian race, created by the great god from the earth. Because they were too weak, they were driven out of here..."

Murong Ji listened to Deacon Li bragging and responded from time to time, but his eyes were on the disciples on duty on both sides.

Instead of looking him in the eye, a chill would rise from the bottom of one's heart, and people would subconsciously avoid his gaze.

They have a strong murderous aura, which is the aura that can only be cultivated by people who have experienced many years of killing.

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. Fenxiang Valley won't keep guests at night. We have to leave the valley quickly to collect."

On the other side, there was indeed a death pass just as Deacon Li said.

This level looks despairing.

Murong Ji looked at the city and could only see a tiny dot on the top of the city wall, which was a shadow figure.

The city wall that blocks out the sky seems to be an obstacle that cannot be overcome in this lifetime.

Under the city wall, three arched gates were wide open, and inside was deep darkness, like an abyss that swallowed up life.

Murong Ji sat in the cart and followed the caravan into the gate. Someone lit torches on both sides of the cargo. When the fire lit up, Murong Ji looked up.

There are densely packed crystals above your head, which are produced by the burning of volcanic magma.

I swallowed my saliva subconsciously. Can magma be drawn out from here? ! !

Inside the doorway, there is a gate every twenty meters or so. The gate is heavy, made of giant milky white stone slabs about half a meter thick.

A rough count shows that there are more than twenty such gates.

After passing the life-or-death test, Murong Ji wiped the sweat from his forehead. He really didn't want to experience this feeling of entrusting his life and death to others a second time.

It’s a shame that I have to go through it again when I come back.

When Murong Ji came to his senses, he was already far away from Fenxiang Valley. Looking back, he could already see the towering city wall.

Going further in, you will reach the heart of the Ten Thousand Mountains. There are almost no people to be seen. To be more precise, what you see are people with animal heads and human bodies, like people who have not fully evolved.

Barbarians.

They stared at the entire caravan, wanting to go forward and rob it, but they hesitated.

Murong Ji's hand has been on the sword his father gave him. Any one of these monsters picked out at random is stronger than the average Yuqing fourth level.

Having never taken action before, Murong Ji was not sure what level he was at now.

"Hey, don't be afraid, nephew. We are actually safe here." Deacon Li patted Murong Ji's hand, signaling him to let down his guard.

"These barbarian monsters are used to a rich life with abundant materials, delicious food and fine wine. They will never go through mountains and ridges to eat raw food."

"We are here to do business and deliver supplies to them, so we must abide by the rules of our human race."

Murong Ji then realized that even if the road after Yunmeng was robbed, there would still be caravans traveling back and forth because Fenxiang Valley needed these things.

Unless Fenxiang Valley is abandoned and the disciples of the sect are allowed to starve to death here, that is exactly what these barbarians want to see.

But if the caravan was robbed here, no one would deliver goods deep into the Shiwan Mountains anymore.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. The intelligence of these barbarians was quite high.

The caravan traveled in these Hundred Thousand Mountains for several days. Murong Ji looked around and found that the road was well built, but the population was much less.

When I looked up, I saw two mountains connected in front of me, with a "line of sky" in between.

"My dear nephew, we are almost there. I will stay here for ten days. Go and do whatever you want to do. We will meet here in nine days."

Murong Ji clasped his fists and saluted, "Thank you Uncle Li for taking care of me along the way."

"Hey, what are you saying? I don't have any relationship with your father. You're being polite."

Following the caravan into the two peaks, Murong Ji saw an endless plain. He could vaguely see the surrounding mountains connected. Murong Ji didn't know whether this was the only exit.

But looking at the barbarians who came honestly to exchange things, Murong Ji knew that this was a tribal village mainly inhabited by humans.

Looking around, you can see thatched cottages and villages standing side by side, neatly arranged fields, interconnected paths and roads, and the sounds of chickens and dogs.

"This is where?"

"Qilidong got its name because it is seven miles wide. According to legend, our human race was born here. It is the place where the gods kneaded the earth and created humans. These people are the remaining tribe."

"The people here call themselves the Wu Clan. Under the Wu Clan there are five Miao tribes, each with its own beliefs. Nephew, please be careful with your words. There are many people here who can understand what we say."

Murong Ji nodded, then pulled down a backpack that was more than half a person's height from the car and walked towards the depths of the tribe.

(End of this chapter)