The world's first fairy gate

Xie Qiuhan immediately got on his horse.

The playwright drove him towards the lake, and when he flew over the lake, the disciples who were still standing there found him, with different expressions, and shouted all kinds of nonsense, Xie Qiuhan didn't pretend at all into the ear.

He didn't know exactly where Qiongqi's lair was, but he just begged Tianma to take him across the lake, but this Tianma was very spiritual, as if he knew where he was going from the beginning, roaring all the way to the entrance of a cave, and then brought him He put it down.

The entrance of the cave is a full three feet high, and the bottom cannot be seen at first glance, which shows that it is deep and winding.

After Xie Qiuhan thanked Tianma, he walked in without hesitation.

That day the horse kicked its hooves and walked around in a circle, finally raised its hooves and grabbed a handful of grass to block its two nostrils, then squatted down on the spot, planning to wait for him to the end.

Xie Qiuhan entered the cave. The rock walls inside the cave were rugged, there were no vegetation on both sides, and the passage was smooth, but there was a faint fishy smell in the air.

There is no one here, so it is considered safe. Xie Qiuhan took out the scroll, spread it out carefully, and called softly, "Yunfang, are you okay?"

The cave is silent, only his echo, and the person in the painting is lying on the piano tiredly, and the ink marks are dimmed.

Xie Qiuhan's heart sank, like falling black iron, he immediately put the painting back into his sleeve, and quickly rushed to the inside of the cave.

Walking to the depths, there is another cave, and countless holes are formed in the rock wall above the head. A faint light is cast from the top of the head, illuminating the small square world. Xie Qiuhan looked up, and there seemed to be written symbols on the rock wall, but Can't see clearly.

On the ground, there are all kinds of messy things, including trampled gold and silver jewellery, calligraphy and painting collections by famous masters, magic tools, porcelain pills rolled all over the floor, dusty swords, etc. There is also a pile in the corner. The half-human tall white bones are obviously human bones, with teeth marks branded on them.

Xie Qiuhan reckoned that if Qiongqi went home on his way home, he would probably have to be a late-night snack delivered to his door, or the kind that was malnourished or even teething.

Xie Qiuhan poked around with his sword, knowing that these were obviously treasures from the so-called Qiongqi's collection, but they were all dead objects, and none of them were the fairy grass he was looking for, so he stepped up and continued to explore the inside.

As the breeze blew by, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his back, and when the wind blew, he felt a bit of an extraordinary chill.

...No, why is there wind here?

Xie Qiuhan's mind trembled suddenly, and the tip of his eyes saw a black shadow gliding across the ground.

Subconsciously, he took two steps back, leaning against the rock wall, his face condensed, holding his sword to protect his chest, watching vigilantly the wind and grass in the cave.

The wind is calm, the cave seems to be calm only the sound of his breathing, and the thing is hidden.

Xie Qiuhan held the sword for a moment, deliberately breathed a sigh of relief, raised his steps, and made a gesture to continue walking forward.

At that moment, something fluffy passed by the back of his neck, he turned around quickly in a jerk, and faced a pair of emerald green pupils glowing with fluorescence in the crevice of the rock!

Xie Qiuhan had been prepared for a long time, and he was not timid at all. At the same moment when he noticed the abnormality, he swung his sword with his left hand and stabbed, and he succeeded in one blow.

At the same time, the thing let out a long "squeak—"

A white hairball fell out of the cracks in the rock, rolled twice on the ground, hugged its head and let out a small cry of grievance.

Xie Qiuhan: "..."

He wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead and looked down at the little beast. From the tail wrapping its body and the quivering pointed ears, he could tell that it was a white fox.

Thinking about it, Qiongqi is such a ferocious beast, it must monopolize the territory, there is absolutely no other monsters here, at most there are a few small things that are not threatening and have no sense of existence.

Xie Qiuhan has always loved small things regardless of the occasion, and there is no small animal in Zixiao Mountain that he has not fed.He bent down and picked up the crying little fox, and pulled its tail to check the injury.

This little thing moved quickly, only a small hole was poked on the buttocks, which was not serious.

Xie Qiuhan put down the trembling fox and said, "Let's go."

But the fox hugged his thigh tightly and didn't let go of its claws, creaking and screaming endlessly. Although Xie Qiuhan was good at his homework, he had never learned the fox language, so no matter how hoarse it was, the two were just talking to each other.

He sighed, lifted the fox's tail, and walked aside, "Little thing, don't be afraid..."

At this time, his voice suddenly stopped.

After listening closely to him, he realized that the little fox seemed to be speaking human language?

Although he was slurred and stammered, and every pronunciation seemed to be abducted to the East China Sea, the little fox did try his best to shout out the words "Master Qiongqi".

Naturally, Xie Qiuhan didn't think that Qiongqi had come back. He was pleasantly surprised that since the fox could speak human words, he had opened his mind and might be able to lead him to find the so-called fairy grass.

He softened his voice again and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

The fox shook his ears, looked up at him timidly, and thought to himself, doesn't this seem to be Mr. Qiongqi?

Xie Qiuhan made persistent efforts in the cause of coaxing spirit beasts, and after dialing down Tianma Yicheng, he went to the little fox.

"I'm looking for something," Xie Qiuhan said softly, "it's a fairy grass, born in Qiongqi's lair, eating it can help mountain spirits transform into ghosts and demons, do you know?"

The little fox tilted his head and stared at him for a while, then nodded his head very lightly and timidly.

Xie Qiuhan said: "Then can you take me to find it?"

The little fox looked at him in confusion, not knowing who he was and what he was going to do. He smelled like Mr. Qiongqi, but he didn't look like a bad guy either.

Xie Qiuhan thought to himself that the little fox must have just started and couldn't understand what he meant, so he took out the scroll from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and gave the little fox a sniff.

As both heaven and earth spirits, the little fox should be able to smell a wounded spirit inside.

The little fox took a sniff, and raised its paw to scratch it, but Xie Qiuhan immediately retracted it, protecting it tightly.

Little Fox: ... Squeak.

The little fox probably understood what he meant, turned his head, took a step forward, looked back at him, and motioned to follow.

Xie Qiuhan was overjoyed and followed.

He noticed that the wound on the little fox's butt was no longer bleeding and was about to heal, and he became more certain for a moment that there must be a spiritual thing here, and the little fox ate it every day and was nourished by it to be able to do so.

It turned out that there was no need to look for it at all, the little fox jumped up the rock wall with a waddle, raised its claws and pressed down on a certain raised rock, and that rock wall suddenly opened, revealing a wide area.

There is a small stream of water passing through this place, and the water flows out, and swaying grass and flowers grow. The flowers are light blue and translucent, and the roots are black, quiet and beautiful.

When Xie Qiuhan saw it, he knew that it was the famous Yousheng lotus. The root is extremely poisonous, one plant can kill ten thousand people, and the flower is a holy thing to cure the dead.

The little fox jumped into the water, stretched out his pink tongue and licked his fur, ignored Youshenglian, instead he grabbed a handful of weeds and rubbed them on his ass.

Xie Qiuhan: "..."

The little fox ran back to him holding two handfuls of grass as if offering treasures, and stammered: "...grass...grass..."

Don't be silly, Xie Qiuhan pressed the two flaps of its mouth.

He knew that this was the celestial grass that had the primordial aura on Qiongqi's body.

The so-called primordial aura, also called chaos, is the place where the way of heaven was born, and the gods of the ancient righteous way, such as Fuxi, Shennong, and Nuwa, were also born from it. Although Qiongqi has a bad reputation, he has now been reduced to the point where he is driven by people. In fact, the primordial aura was also inherited in ancient times.

It is recorded in the book that Qiongqi is the son of Shaohao, who was exiled because of his viciousness, and Shaohao and Fuxi Nuwa are the same mother and compatriots. It also just likes to eat the little snacks pinched by the big aunt.

The ancient gods fell, and mortals occupied the continent, and it will be ten thousand years in a flash.

The whole family died, only his own Qiongqi occupied the land of Lingnan, committed many evils, and finally aroused the anger of the public, was punished by the gods, and refined with secret methods, so that he was reborn and obeyed him.

Every time Xie Qiuhan reads this legend, he always has some doubts in his heart. When everything in the world dies, it will die. If the soul is scattered, it can no longer be revived. Survival, isn't this against the sky?

"Squeak!" The little fox tugged on Xie Qiuhan's trouser leg and stuffed the grass into his mouth.

Xie Qiuhan understood what he meant, and when he got the fairy grass, he was determined and his face relaxed.

He touched the little fox's head, then took out the scroll, spread it out and smiled and said, "This is my painting spirit, his name is Yunfang, he persuaded me to go down the mountain and go home a long time ago. I hurt him by mistake, after he ate the fairy grass, and after a while, I immediately took him down the mountain and went home, and I will let him do everything in the future, and we will never come to Zixiao Mountain again."

After finishing speaking, Xie Qiuhan gently called Yunfang's name, wanting to ask him to come out and take it.

But at this moment, the little fox suddenly let out a nervous scream, the cry almost pierced the throat, and contained the meaning of fear.

Xie Qiuhan shuddered and turned his head to look.

There were rustling sounds from all directions, and countless little snakes crawled over from the other end of the passage, spitting out their messages and hissing.

The little snake was no more than the width of a thumb, and it was colorful, very gorgeous, and had an unbearable stench, which made Xie Qiuhan get goosebumps layer after layer.

Xie Qiuhan's chest was stuffed immediately, Qiongqi's lair is a fox and a snake, Qiongqi is not ashamed to lose it! ?

No matter how Xie Qiuhan's mental activities were, the snake was already circling densely and crawling towards the only living creature in the cave.

The little fox huddled together and jumped onto Xie Qiuhan's shoulder, trembling.

Xie Qiuhan hid the painting in front of his chest with one hand, and swung his sword with the other without pausing to push away the leading snakes.

Leaning his back against the rock wall, he scanned the group of snakes with ice-like eyes.

There are too many snakes, and he can't kill them all. If he had any number of wind, fire, thunder and lightning spells in his hand, he might frighten some of them away. He took out a torch.

Huozhezi is Huozhezi.

Xie Qiuhan gritted his teeth, fixed his eyes on a pile of poor books, and threw the fire folder viciously—the fire folder released a ray of light and heat, and was immediately submerged in the dry ancient books.

A wisp of barely visible blue smoke curled up.

Xie Qiuhan stared at the trace of smoke nervously, praying desperately in his heart.

His thought power might have somehow worked, and in an instant, the flame suddenly rose, and the thunderbolt made a loud bang, scaring the group of snakes back for a certain distance.

The fire burned quickly, and the snake was wary of the fire, so it stopped approaching, and retreated a few feet away, sticking its head out and spitting out the letter, and became deadlocked.

Xie Qiuhan breathed a sigh of relief for a while, thinking about the countermeasures quickly in his mind, and was distracted and curious: Why does Qiongqi have such a rich collection of books?

However, before he could break his head to figure out what was going on, he suddenly heard two very clear explosions from the flame!

Xie Qiuhan's pupils constricted, and he quickly backed away while covering his head and face, but was still hit by the huge impact of the bang and hit the wall.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The fire exploded, sparks shot out in all directions, countless colorful fireworks sprayed out, and the fire trees and silver flowers were really beautiful, but the fireworks were only sprayed to half of the range, and they were blocked by the rock top, so they could only explode on the spot in aggrieved way. The whole cave was filled with the smell of burning and gray smoke.

After an unknown amount of time, the fireworks were finally set off. Xie Qiuhan pulled himself off the wall, held his chest and spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and opened his eyelids to see the scene in the cave.

At this time, the group of snakes all retreated, and the cave was in a mess.

There were still a few small rotating firecrackers on the ground, spewing sparks puff puff puff, which was quite beautiful.

... Xie Qiuhan was expressionless, and lost his respect for Qiongqi.

It's okay to collect books, but this guy usually plays with fireworks?

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Time is a flag, I shouldn't stand up, my face hurts every day.