Volume 1 Chapter 269 Talking About Literature

Chapter 269 Talking about literature

"I don't know. There is a tower outside the valley. You have seen it. Every sixty years, the tower door opens. All masters who have cultivated into human form will enter the tower for trial. Those who succeed can break through the tower and fly away from this world. Those who fail can roll back and continue to practice. However, there are only a few people every time, and no one has ascended from this world. Over the past thousands of years, there have been a few unlucky people who lost their lives. Haha, overestimating one's own ability!"

What Hu Ping said made Zhang Pa more and more frightened. What kind of power exists here? Thinking of the bone forest again, my God, why are there so many terrifying existences?

Hu Ping laughed a few times, then frowned and said, "What should I do with you? Forget it, follow me." After speaking, he didn't care about Zhang Pa's reaction and walked straight to the stone mountain. Zhang Pa hesitated for a moment, knowing that he had no choice, so he had to follow Hu Ping obediently. The fat baby Fu Ling was very happy. He learned some magic and jumped at the end.

Zhang Pa felt that his armor was a hindrance, so he put it away and changed into a white shirt. Hu Ping nodded when he saw it: "This outfit is not bad, why wear armor?" Zhang Pa thought to himself: "It's so dangerous here, I'll die if I don't wear armor."

The three climbed the stone mountain, passed the living forest, and entered the boundless grassland. The living trees actually let Hu Ping walk on his own, as if he was not a monster. Zhang Pa thought that he had cultivated into a human form, so he really couldn't be considered a monster.

As soon as Zhang Pa entered the grassland, countless monsters moved at the news, and gathered together in a black mass to block his way. Hu Ping treated these monsters as if they didn't exist, and gently spit out two words: "Get out." Thousands of monsters immediately scattered away.

Zhang Pa admired him very much, this is real strength! Two words scared away millions of soldiers, how awesome it is!

Hu Ping didn't care what Zhang Pa was thinking at all, and walked lazily on the grass. The wind on the grassland was strong, blowing up his white robe like flying, which was really a fairy-like demeanor. Zhang Pa followed behind with a dusty face, thinking all the time how to escape from this place safely.

After walking a few more steps, it started to rain, filling the sky with raindrops, connecting the sky and the earth. Hu Ping suddenly asked, "There must be some poems that can express the mood at this moment, right?"

Zhang Pa was stunned. What does that mean? What does rain have to do with poetry? He was stunned and didn't answer. Hu Ping tilted his head and asked again, "Have you never heard of poetry?"

Zhang Pa was completely frozen. What kind of monster is this? He felt a little depressed. However, wandering around in the vast world, he had more or less heard some masterpieces of sour Confucian scholars shaking their heads. He said, "I have heard a few poems, but I don't understand the mood of them."

"Oh? Tell me." Hu Ping was very interested. Zhang Pa searched his head and said a few words, such as rain is heartbreaking, foggy sky is vast and rain is ruthless, etc. Hu Ping was very happy to hear it, and clapped his hands and said, "It's really a good poem, and it's really a good mood. No wonder they say that the world is the real existence, and you and I are just a vanity."

It feels like this big tiger is very studious and knowledgeable. Zhang Pa was thinking about it while walking. Hu Ping said, "Silver hook enters the water, stirring the waves of the four seas; sitting in the south of the Yangtze River, fishing the world's more than enough, what a heroic spirit and what a broad mind, if possible, I really want to go out and take a look."

Tiger hero's thinking is so jumping, from rain to fishing, and still want to go out? Won't you mess up the world if you go out? I dare not say these words, all in my stomach. Hu Ping glanced at him: "What are you thinking about? Will I be a disaster if I go out?"

Zhang Pa was frightened, can the big tiger see through people's hearts?

Hu Ping just said it, and did not pursue what Zhang Pa was thinking, and said to himself: "Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, fishing alone in a small boat, I really want to go out and take a look, hey, where do you say Jiangnan is?"

Zhang Pa shook his head: "I don't know." He thought to himself where did the big tiger hear these sentences, what is vanity, what is misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, even if I travel all over Yue, Song, Lu, Qi, and the Warring States, I have never heard of the place name Jiangnan.

Hu Ping was very disappointed with this answer. He looked at Zhang Pa and shook his head slightly. In a blink of an eye, other thoughts flashed in his mind. He said happily: "Let's go. Fishing on rainy days is the most artistic. I'll take you fishing."

Zhang Pa has been surprised since he met Hu Ping. Now he was surprised by him again. The big tiger turned out to be a romantic monster. I don't know who encouraged him to fall into the devil's barrier, which made him yearn for human life and think about how to step into the world all day long.

Hu Ping didn't care what Zhang Pa thought. He grabbed him with one hand and picked up the fat baby with the other hand. He stepped harder. Zhang Pa only felt the world shaking. In the blink of an eye, he came to a winding stream. There was a stone house in front of him. At the end of the stream was a prosperous green lake. Hu Ping went into the house and took out a fishing rod and asked Zhang Pa: "I made it. How is it?"

Zhang Pa quickly flattered Hu Ping and said it was good. Hu Ping was very satisfied. He smiled and sat by the lake. He dug a worm out of the soil and hung it on the fish hook. He shook his hand and hooked it into the water. He sat down and waited for the greedy fish to take the bait.

This is the Soul Refining Valley. The fish in the lake are extraordinary. How can they be easily killed by insects? Ren Huping sat there for a long time without any harvest. However, he looked calm and composed, and it was obvious that he was not interested in this. Sure enough, he recited a poem while sitting there: "An old man in a straw raincoat is fishing alone in the cold river snow. Snow is coming." With a wave of his hand, snow began to float in the sky, and melted into the lake water with drizzle.

Watching the snow and rain falling, Zhang Pa thought that the big tiger might have been lonely for too long, so he would do some boring things, such as pretending to be elegant, sitting and fishing, or using magic spells for nothing just to say something. He sighed and sat aside quietly without saying anything.

They sat there for a day and a night. The sky turned dark and bright. The rain had stopped, but the snow was still dancing. The fat baby squeezed in between them and fell asleep. Hu Ping and Zhang Pa were motionless and silent like stone statues, letting the snow bury them into snowmen. After a day and a night, even a fool could see that Hu Ping was not fishing at all. Perhaps he was just trying to get rid of his loneliness in a different way.

They sat there for a while. Hu Ping raised his hand to retract his magic. The flying snow stopped dancing. He stood up and shook off the snow and said, "Three meals a day, I've heard of it but never seen it. What do you humans eat like?" There was a hint of sadness in his voice. Was it because his fate was unfair?

Zhang Pa felt the same way. He stood up and shook off the snow. He took out the wine, meat and food and put them on the table. They were all cooked or fresh vegetables. Hu Ping was surprised and delighted when he saw it. He rubbed his hands and smiled, "This is good, this is good. You are much more interesting than those people. You only carry some broken spiritual stones and materials, but no food." He was talking about the cultivator who had entered the valley and was killed by him. There may be plenty of meat in the Refining God Valley, but there is no grain, vegetables or seasonings. Even if you grill the meat over a fire, it tastes like chewing wax, which makes people lose the desire to eat.

Hu Ping returned to the stone house and brought out the stone table and stone bench. After rearranging the dishes, he sat down properly, looking very solemn. He poured a glass of spirit wine and raised it to Zhang Pa: "This, I haven't drunk it for a long time. I will get drunk today!" After saying that, he drank it all.