One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 275: The polar night sky with reversed yin and yang

Zhao Fuyun followed his gaze and looked outside.

Because the earthen screen wall outside blocked the wind, no wind came directly into the house.

However, he could hear the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the eaves.

I don't know when the wind started to blow.

"Eat first, eat meat, drink wine..."

Old Gunhead picked up the knife and began to cut the meat. Zhao Fuyun also had such a small meat-cutting knife. Although he seldom grilled meat, he also prepared some small tools for daily use in the mountains.

He reached into his arms, where he found a treasure bag, which contained various things.

He also cut a piece of the surface meat, which tasted really delicious.

The old man made noises while eating, drank wine from time to time, and made sounds of praise, as if he had not eaten for a long time. Zhao Fuyun even felt that he ate like a beast.

"Old Gunhead."

Suddenly there was a shouting voice outside. It was not very clear at first, but soon, the shouting became extremely clear. It sounded like a friend of Lao Qiangtou. After not hearing Lao Qiangtou's answer, the other party became a little angry.

"Old Gunhead, I know you are in there, come out."

Zhao Fuyun looked at Old Guntou, who was just cutting meat and eating it. His ears seemed to be blocked by donkey hair, and he seemed to hear nothing.

A mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine, a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of meat.

I was eating so much that sweat was coming out of my forehead.

"Come out, old gunman. You killed our brothers. Do you think you can get away with hiding? You may deceive the eyes of the world, but not your own heart."

Zhao Fuyun listened to these voices, he didn't know if they were hallucinations or if there was really something shouting. He looked at the beads of sweat on Lao Qiangtou's forehead, but he still ate meat and drank wine with big mouthfuls, eating so much that he forgot there was someone next to him.

Zhao Fuyun felt something was wrong, so he suddenly reached out his hand into the fire of the fire pit and grabbed the fire in his hand and threw it out of the earthen house.

A huge fireball passed through the door, and when it was about to hit the screen wall in the courtyard, it turned a corner and shot up into the sky. At the moment it shot up, the flame stretched and grew, and grew four legs and a huge tiger head.

With a whistling sound, the fire turned into a gorgeous tiger and pounced into the darkness.

The inky darkness quickly dissipated under the attack of the colorful tiger transformed from fire. The darkness dissipated and a person was revealed.

The man turned out to be a mummy with clothes hanging on his body.

The firelight shone on the other person's eyes, which were wet and had a strange moisture.

Zhao Fuyun controlled the flames and followed the will of the flames to create a flaming tiger. At the same time, he placed a little of his magical power into it and saw the strange mummy.

With a thought, he drove the flames forward.

There was a strange light flashing in the mummy's eyes as it stared at the fire tiger. The fire of the fire tiger was actually melting rapidly, but when it melted to half of its head, the fire tiger had already pounced on it. The mummy's body instantly collapsed like black and gray sand.

Only a pair of remaining eyeballs fell to the ground and rolled rapidly.

Its eyeballs rolled towards the depths of the darkness, and the fire tiger wanted to chase after it, but a wind blew in the darkness, causing the flames to quickly disappear. It let out a roar, and in the roar seemed to be filled with the unwillingness of not having eliminated all the evil.

The cry for revenge disappeared immediately, and the old gunman finally stopped drinking and eating. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, swallowed the meat in his mouth, drank another bottle of wine, took a deep breath, burped, and said with some regret: "Old Black is so weird, he can capture the fear in your heart."

Zhao Fuyun wanted to ask, this was probably not fear, but a guilty conscience.

But the words just turned over in his mind and he swallowed them back. After all, it was not easy to say that.

"What are we afraid of? Everyone is different. Some people are afraid of ghosts, while others are afraid of their old friends coming back to find them."

"We are not afraid of ghosts or monsters. I am only afraid that my old friends will come looking for me because I did not die with them. When I swore brotherhood with them, I said that I did not ask to be born on the same day as the same year, month and day, but I asked to die on the same day as the same year, month and day."

"They are dead, but you are not?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"Yes, I am not dead, so they come to find me again and again." There was a trace of pain on the old gunman's face.

Zhao Fuyun didn't know what to say for the moment. When he became sworn brothers, he cut off a chicken's head, drank yellow wine, and said these words to the sky and the earth. But in the end, he was unable to do it. He was condemned by his heart, and was reflected by the polar night sky. How could he say anything?

"Alas!" The old gunner sighed heavily.

Zhao Fuyun knew that it was not that he could not win due to his cultivation level, but that he did not dare to face the question, so he hid in this room and guarded the fire. Of course, in this situation, it could not be ruled out that he might not be able to win.

The two were speechless for a moment.

"You are a senior cultivator from Tiandu Mountain, and you wouldn't care about the weather here, so I won't keep you here." The old spearhead was sending him away, and Zhao Fuyun had no intention of staying here overnight.

Finally, I asked him about the pass where the Purple Mansion monk of Tiandu Mountain was located. Old Spearhead told him that it was about forty miles to the west.

Zhao Fuyun left the small mud house and headed west. He wanted to go there first.

The sky has turned dark, and there is no distinction between black and white. The sky and the earth are completely dark, but there is a dotted line drawn by a flame between the sky and the earth.

He followed the dotted line and headed west.

Passing by many small earthen houses, some were big and some were small. Some of them looked like thatched huts to Zhao Fuyun, while some were well built, like earthen fortresses, and many people lived in them.

Some were built like manors. Zhao Fuyun was just passing by and looking around, and the people in the mud houses also looked outside nervously while he was looking around, obviously treating him as a monster in the dark.

After he had walked for about an incense stick of time, he heard footsteps in front of him.

He vaguely saw a person walking in the dark, and couldn't see his face clearly. He was about to bump into him head-on. Zhao Fuyun stopped, and the other person also stopped.

There was already a gleam of fire in Zhao Fuyun's eyes, and when he saw the other person clearly, his heart tightened.

Because the other person's clothes and face are very similar to mine, or in other words, it is another me.

Without saying a word, he bent his right finger and flicked it, and a ray of fire flew out with a force that broke through the air.

The fire drew a ray of light in the darkness and fell on the other person's body. The other person's body burned in the flames, and then immediately floated into the sky and drifted towards the depths of the darkness.

But as the flames continued to burn, Zhao Fuyun could see clearly that it was just a robe stained black with blood. He didn't know which monk had left it there.

In the burning flames, the robe just floated into the sky and then fell to the ground.

As the flames burned, his robe was struggling to stay up.

Zhao Fuyun walked over step by step, stopped three steps away from the robe, watched it burn to ashes, and then stopped twisting.

He looked up at the darkness and began to understand its weirdness.

Continuing to move forward, he found that he had deviated from the route. He didn't know when, the fire road that was originally visible had become dim, looking like the stars in the sky, a little fire floating in the distance, and it was erratic.

He stood there, without moving, looking up at the sky.

There are no stars in the sky.

However, he did not forget the path he had just walked. He bent his fingers and a ray of fire popped out. The fire turned into a firebird in the darkness, circling in the void and flying in the direction he remembered.

His magic power was placed in the firelight, and soon he discovered that the place where his Moltres flew was not the same path he came from, because the terrain was not the same. It seemed as if someone sighed in the darkness and formed a wind, and his Moltres was extinguished in an instant.

In the darkness, many shadows appeared.

He remembered what the old spearhead had said, that in this darkness, yin and yang were reversed.

Thinking of this, he realized that his feelings and his consciousness would be distorted here.

He stood there and first used the Taiyue Zhenshen Seal to calm his mind.

Then he opened his mouth and spit out a flash of fire, which turned into a lamp in the void.

The flame of the lamp is golden white, and the body of the lamp is black and purple, interweaving into a winding vine that reaches the wick.

After the platinum flame shone in the darkness, in just a moment, the wisps of something in the darkness were dispersed.

A pale hole suddenly appeared in the boundless darkness.

The fog and heavy shadows that Zhao Fuyun could not see through suddenly dissipated.

His eyes fell on the mud house in the distance again, and there was a hazy light emitting from the house.

He looked up and walked, still heading west. Perhaps someone in the house heard the footsteps, came to the door, and looked outside through the crack.

The people in the house saw a man passing by with a lamp and then walked away.

"Old man, you are alone and you are traveling at night. You are so brave." This is a woman's voice.

"It looks like a person." Above the same crack in the door, there was another person lying there watching.

"Nonsense, where have you ever seen a ghost holding a lamp?" the woman said unhappily.

"You know what? I've actually heard about it. It is said that there are ghosts in the dark holding ghost lanterns to lure people." said the man.

"The color of the ghost lantern is not like this. Look at the golden and white light. It illuminates the area like a little sun wherever it passes."

"I have indeed never seen it. Even among the people of the Red Flame Sect, there are few who can refine such a precious lamp." The man said again.

Zhao Fuyun had already gone far away. He walked and stopped along the way, and then at dawn, he found the pass that Lao Qiangtou had mentioned.

From afar, he saw a flag floating in the air. In the darkness, the flag was emitting a ball of black light.

Although it was dark, Zhao Fuyun could distinguish the dark light on the flags.

Looking closely at the tall banner, I found a pattern of a half-man on it.

As he got closer, he looked more closely. The upper body of the figure with the tall banner fluttering in the wind was outlined by runes.

The eyes that were staring at the half-length portrait actually had a strong power to captivate the mind.

He felt that every time the tall banner was rolled up, it was like a piece of negative energy was rolled up and swallowed into the banner.

Zhao Fuyun thought that this terrifying magic weapon might have been refined by Zifu of Tiandu Mountain.

(End of this chapter)