I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

As the killers left, the travelers on both sides became bolder. Some helped move the assassin's body, some sent people back to Yuemaguan to report the crime, and some were even more daring, even ran to the mountain wall to look at the magical ink mural.

Dugu Qingye also figured it out now, and he proudly introduced to the travellers: "This is the unique painting technique of our White Deer Academy. It is a method of fighting with painting. You see, this painting is a magical small world built with magic power. People trapped in it, as long as the senior brother does not lift the restriction, they will not be able to get out of this painting even if they die."

The travellers exclaimed for a while, they had never seen such a miraculous thing, and they all watched and discussed with envy.

At this time, the government of Yuemaguan sent people to look for the person concerned, but found nothing.

At this moment, the travelers suddenly realized that Jiang Yeming and Dugu Qingye had disappeared.

The local policeman who couldn't find the person involved ordered the yamen servant to pack up the corpse, and at the same time came to the cliff to look at the magical ink mural.

At this time, a miraculous thing happened. The ink mural suddenly moved, the rain continued, and the mountains and rivers soared.

As the heavy rain became heavier and heavier, the two villains fled in the rainstorm and mudslides, but they couldn't escape, and they were buried in a short while.

When the flood passed, the villain was gone, and the two graves appeared, the world of ink and wash suddenly froze at this moment.

The painting has finally become a painting, without any changes, deeply painted on the mountain wall.

At this point, there is another scenic spot in the Grand Canyon after Yuema Pass. According to legend, it is caused by the "Heaven and Earth God Painting" practiced by the contemporary masters of Bailu Academy. Whether the two assassins are really buried in the ink mural has become a topic of interest among travelers.

It is also this strange mural that has been preserved through the years of baptism, which makes the senior brother of Bailu Academy a very honorable title.

Of course, that's all for later. At this time, Jiang Yeming and Dugu Qingye had already used escape techniques to leave the land of right and wrong, and rushed out of the long and narrow canyon.

Out of the canyon, the scenery and climate are completely different.

Over there is the Gobi, dry, hot, lifeless;

Here is a place full of spring, and you can see a wide river when you leave the canyon. Travelers change their short jackets into long sleeves, facing the mild sunshine, and happily walk to the riverside pier in the humid air.

Dugu Qingye said: "Brother, this river is called Lushui River. It is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. There are many undercurrents along the way. Only here is the most suitable place for ferrying. Let's cross the river by boat, and we will go thirty miles to the Dark Forest of Sorrows. We can just spend the night in the Dark Forest of Sorrows tonight. I will take you to see something interesting."

Jiang Yeming nodded with a smile, and the two followed Xinglu onto the ferry.

The ferry boat here is completely manpower. A river-blocking iron cable is stretched across the river. There are two chains on the iron cable to connect the boat to the iron cable.

This is the most primitive but very convenient way of sailing, because there are chains to fix the ferry, as long as the water is not rising, the boatman can safely and easily deliver the guests to the other shore.

Jiang Yeming watched it lively, and couldn't help but begged the boatman to let him pull it down for a try.

The boatman didn't expect that there would be people who liked this, and couldn't bear the temptation of rewards, so he handed the two pull rings to Jiang Yeming.

Holding the pull ring, Jiang Yeming sent it forward, and then pulled it a little harder.

Immediately, the boat shot out like an arrow, and the whole boat fell to the ground when it was caught off guard.

Now it's all over, a group of people on the boat cursed and accused the boatman of being irresponsible, how could they leave the work of pulling the boat to outsiders.

The boatman was accused, but he pointed in front of him blankly, and said: "We have arrived at the shore!"

How could the travellers believe it? When they turned their heads and looked, they were equally stunned, but they didn't think about it. Jiang Yeming pulled it and reached the other side.

They hurriedly looked in all directions for the two, but they disappeared again.

And on the path on the river bank in the distance, Jiang Yeming asked with a smile: "Confucianism can indeed make the world harmonious, but it lacks the spirit of enterprising. Look at the ferry boat, which has not changed for hundreds of years. If it is in another world, it may be different."

Dugu Qingye asked in amazement: "Brother, have you ever been to other worlds? Which ones are there? Tell me about it along the way."

With nothing to do, Jiang Yeming talked about the various worlds he has experienced, each world is different, and there are countless novelties.

Dugu Qingye became more active the more he listened, and he kept asking questions. When he knew the difference between the upper and lower realms, as well as the affairs of the heavens, he became even more excited.

In the end, he understood.

"Eldest brother, I understand what you mean. Confucianism is good at defense, more than conservative, not aggressive, but it is the most favored by the emperor's family. But for most people, there is an orderly hierarchy, and there is no way to advance."

Jiang Yeming joked, "Aren't there imperial examinations in the secular world?"

Dugu Qingye seemed to have matured a lot, and sighed: "It's just a single-plank bridge. People in the world won't complain if they have the opportunity, but that's all. If a hundred schools of thought contend in this world, it will be a different situation."

Regarding this kind of statement, Jiang Yeming did not correct it. It is predetermined that this world can be in such a state. The Sanqing and the saints of Tianwaitian will not make any changes because of Dugu Qingye's rhetoric. .

However, seeing Dugu Qingye showing a bit of ambition, he couldn't help but speak out to persuade him.

"Don't think about it too much, you can't change this matter, but it's about the blood of the monster race in your body, don't you want to solve the hidden dangers?"

Dugu Qingye, who was still mourning for the world, suddenly bristled his hairs, took a few steps back one after another, stretched out his hand to hold the sword hilt at his waist, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, how did you see that? It's impossible!"

Jiang Yeming couldn't help shaking his head: "You're still too immature, and your old self will be exposed if you lie."

At this time, Dugu Qingye was not in the mood to chat and laugh, and he was about to pull out his long sword, and said sharply: "Brother, tell me quickly, this is very important to me."

Seeing that the younger brother was already fried, Jiang Yeming had no choice but to tell: "At first, I didn't pay attention, but you know, brother, my nose is very good, and I can smell everything. Although you cleverly used the secret perfume to cover up that smell, I have smelled it before. After a long time, I still smell it."

Dugu Qingye's face was livid, "Brother, don't hide it, what is it like?"

Jiang Yeming struggled, and replied: "The smell of body odor, you must have the blood of the fox demon clan on your body. Although it has become weak, the inherited smell still cannot be eliminated."

With a bang, Dugu Qingye threw the long sword on the ground, squatted on the ground, hugged his knees and whispered: "I knew it, the smell couldn't go away, but the patriarch didn't believe it, and insisted that I come to study in the land of the human race. That's it, if the secret is leaked out, our clan will definitely be wiped out by Confucianism."

Speaking of this, Dugu Qingye raised his head, his eyes were red, and he begged with tears in his eyes: "Brother, please, don't tell others."