Chapter 60

After a long time, the two sides ended the battle.

The defeated old man waved his hand, his spirits waned, and he muttered, "I'm not in a good mood today, I'll let you play a game and fight again tomorrow."

The old man walked back to the village leisurely with his hands behind his back.

The remaining old man had rosy cheeks and a high spirit. While cleaning up the chessboard, he looked up at Su Zimo and said with a smile, "There aren't many young people with a calm temperament like you. Let's go and follow me into the village."

"Thank you old man."

Su Zimo smiled, thanked him, and followed the old man into the village.

The villagers in the past just glanced at Su Zimo, and then stopped looking at it, as if they were not surprised, they didn't take it at all.

"There's no extra room here, young man, is it alright for you to live in the woodshed?" the old man asked.

"It's okay." Su Zimo responded with a smile.

It was just night, and most of the people in the village had not rested. The old man who had eaten dinner was walking in the village with a leisurely attitude.

Unpretentious, simple, peaceful.

This place seems to be a paradise, there is no fighting, no fighting, but everyone has a happy and satisfied smile on their faces.

Su Zimo was sitting at the door of the firewood house, watching this scene quietly, with a relaxed mind, thinking about nothing in his mind, and the exhaustion from this journey seemed to be relieved a lot.

The night is getting darker, the moon is bright and the stars are thin.

The elderly, women, and men have all returned to their houses to rest. In the village, only some energetic children are still playing and refusing to go home to sleep.

Su Zimo stood up, returned to the firewood room, closed the door and was about to rest.

At this moment, a young child's voice came from the village, crisp and sweet.

"Where to find the fairy trail, look at Misty Peak in the distance, only in this mountain, Yunshen does not know where it is."

"Um?"

Su Zimo's heart moved, suddenly turned around, pushed the door out, and followed the sound.

Not far away, a seven- or eight-year-old child was walking towards him with a smile on his face.

Su Zimo pondered for a while, then walked up to him, squatted down, and asked with a smile, "Child, who did you hear that just now?"

"who said it?"

The child turned his head sideways, blinked his big watery eyes, seemed a little confused, and said, "I don't know, but we will all talk about it."

"Is it just a simple nursery rhyme?" Su Zimo was thoughtful.

"Big brother, are you asking about immortality?" the child asked again.

"Yes." Su Zimo nodded and asked with a smile, "How do you know?"

A sly look flashed in the child's eyes, he stuck out his tongue, and said, "There are people like you every year, but most of them don't see immortals, hehe."

"How can I see you?" Su Zimo got interested and wanted to tease the child.

"I don't know either." The child pouted and shook his head.

Su Zimo smiled, just as he was about to get up and leave, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, he looked at the child and asked, "Where to find the fairy trail, I look at Misty Peak, but Misty Peak is shrouded in fog, how can I see it? ?"

"It's not easy."

The child raised his chin proudly and said, "In a few days, the fog will lighten. Standing here, you can vaguely see a mountain peak. But there are only three days, so if you miss it, you won't be able to see it."

Su Zimo was overjoyed.

As long as you can see Misty Peak, follow the direction of Misty Peak and keep walking forward, you will definitely be able to reach the foot of the mountain.

Of course Su Zimo didn't think that if he wanted to worship the Misty Peak, it was as simple as passing through the mist, but that was the premise.

Su Zimo stayed in this village for seven days.

On the seventh day, the fog gradually faded, and a towering mountain peak was looming in the clouds and mist in the distance.

Su Zimo said goodbye to everyone in the village and stepped into the mist again.

In the fog, all senses were reduced to the limit, and the sense of direction was blurred. Su Zimo felt that he turned east and west, and even sometimes, it seemed that he was going back.

As the fog faded, even if you were in the fog, you could still see the location of the distant mountain peaks.

Su Zimo ignored it and tried his best to ignore the illusion brought by the senses, and just followed the mountain peak and kept moving forward.

suddenly!

A rustling sound suddenly came from the depths of the fog, which was eerie and terrifying, like the sound of a spirit beast walking and stepping on the grass.

Getting closer!

A faint smell wafted over.

"Um?"

Su Zimo narrowed his eyes, stopped, and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

After waiting for a long time, no spirit beast appeared.

It feels weird.

Spiritually, Su Zimo did not feel any danger.

But in that direction, the voice and breath of the spirit beasts did come. Su Zimo lived in the Canglang Mountain Range for a year. This smell is too familiar to be wrong.

"eccentric."

Su Zimo murmured softly and continued to walk forward.

"Roar!"

Not long after, a tiger roar suddenly came from the front. It was deafening and the breath was strong. It could be seen that this spirit beast was powerful, and it might even be at the level of a spirit monster!

Su Zimo frowned.

It stands to reason that if there are powerful spirit beasts or spirit demons appearing in front of him, Su Zimo should have sensed the danger by virtue of his spiritual sense.

But the strange thing is that there is no response in the spiritual sense, but the five senses have repeatedly detected danger.

In this case, there are only two possibilities.

The surrounding fog could either hide Su Zimo's spiritual sense or confuse his five senses.

The answer is obvious.

These methods are nothing more than trying to scare off some people who want to cultivate and ask, but are not strong-willed.

What a roar of a tiger, what a bloody aura, is nothing more than a means to confuse people.

Wanting to understand the purpose of the fog, Su Zimo smiled, ignoring the various movements around him, and walked straight into the depths of the fog.

In any case, the fog can confuse a person's five senses, and these methods are clever enough.

If Su Zimo hadn't had a spiritual sense in his body, he would have been trembling and cautious when he walked along the way.

Su Zimo gradually accelerated his pace, and after a while, he rushed out of the fog, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

At a glance, the vegetation is abundant, lush, green water surrounds the mountains, and it is full of vitality, as if you are in a fairyland.

Not far away, there is a stone gate.

Behind the stone gate, there is a mountain road paved with bluestone, twists and turns, leading to the misty dark place.

On both sides of the stone gate, there were still two young Taoists, one fat and one thin, with red lips and white teeth.

After the fat boy saw Su Zimo, he nodded with a smile, and said, "Young master is the first one, please wait here, three days later, we will open the mountain and accept apprentices."

Su Zimo was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

People kept coming out of the fog, most of them were mortals who had not practiced before, their faces were pale and their foreheads were sweating, it was obvious that they had come this way and were quite frightened.

In the middle, there were also Qi practitioners who rode flying swords to break through the fog, and when they saw Shimen, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The eyes of some Qi practitioners swept across Su Zimo's body, but they did not notice the fluctuation of spiritual energy, and their expressions softened slightly.

Several Qi practitioners could not help but sneer when they saw Su Zimo wearing a bow and a knife.

All beings.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

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