Chapter 814 It's Just a Skeleton

At this moment, the mutation protrudes!

The end of the Xunxian Bridge suddenly flickered with intermittent weak white light, like a malfunctioning light bulb, or a phenomenon caused by insufficient and unstable energy supply.

The figure of the cultivator is looming in the white light, but if he closes his eyes and senses it, he will find that his whole person has been completely submerged by energy fluctuations. It's just that this kind of fluctuation and submersion is invisible and colorless, and can only be sensed by cultivators.

"How's it going?" Anyang asked immediately.

The Xunxian Bridge was only three or five meters long, but no sound came from that side. From the intermittent white light, the cultivator could be seen standing motionless.

Anyang shouted two more sentences, but still got no response.

The other cultivators looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what the situation was or what they should do.

Just when Anyang wanted all the cultivators to rush over to find out, the figure at the head of Xunxian Bridge moved. He turned around suddenly, and hurried back.

"Your Majesty, there is a big discovery!"

"Oh?" Anyang said, "What did you find?"

"There's a house!" The cultivator ran to Anyang and bowed his hands, "and I felt a spiritual energy entered my body, the aura was gentle and positive, with the purpose of testing the truth for His Majesty, I did not resist. !"

At this time, everyone on the bridge widened their eyes.

When this cultivator stepped on the bridge deck, his head was still covered with silver threads and black hair, and his face was immortal, but now there is no silver thread, where is there any immortal spirit!

He is totally a young man in his twenties!

Anyang couldn't help but muttered: "So he stood on the bridge for ten years like a sculpture, the cold wind swept across his face like a knife, and the snow was flying. I don't know where the strength came from, he actually gritted his teeth and stepped over the fairy. Qiao. At that moment, his white hair instantly turned black, his haggard face became rosy and full, his already sour clothes also turned into a white robe, cranes flew around him, and his ears were filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants..."

He remembered everything the old man said back then.

The rumors are obviously false and exaggerated, at least there are no cranes and no white robes, but the white hair turns black and the face rejuvenates is all true!

At this time, the cultivator finally noticed his own change from the eyes of everyone. He first turned his head and glanced at his drooping hair, then raised his hand to look at it, and then directly transformed into a mirror to check His face was full of horror.

"No wonder that spiritual energy is full of vitality..."

At this time, Anyang has already determined that there are relics of a certain monastic civilization on Yunding Mountain, and this civilization is definitely more developed than the monastic civilization in the current Shenzhou world.

He no longer hesitated, and walked forward.

Someone from the rear shouted: "Your Majesty, please wait, it's not too late to go after you send a few more people to make sure it's safe!"

Anyang ignored it and continued to move forward.

Obviously, the ban on Genting Mountain is a whole, and they just violently went up the mountain, which not only broke the rules of the game, but also caused great damage to the ban that maintains such rules. Anyang is not sure how many times the arrangement on the bridge can be used, he must experience it for himself.

Danger? He wasn't so afraid of this.

The second time he used the divine art of seizing the fortune and taking the pulse to improve his Taoism to nearly four hundred years, and after so long, the power of the mysterious system has also followed, and he is now very confident.

The bridge deck is really an ordinary rock. It is already very rotten. The touch of stepping on it is not all hard, but it has a rustling feeling, giving people a little more force. It will collapse at some point. illusion.

Anyang walked to the other end of the bridge step by step, followed by several cultivators. And he has already applied a variety of auxiliary spells and spells to himself, raising his perception to the sharpest level.

"Seventeen, prepare to record all anomalies."

"As you wish, Mr. Anyang."

When Anyang stepped on the bridge deck, it seemed that some conditions had been reached. It's like inserting a key into the keyhole, snapping it precisely, and with a click, the lock opens.

"brush!"

I saw a white light flickering on the bridge when the cultivator came here before, but when he came here, he only felt that his eyes suddenly became brighter!

A few houses appeared in front of them.

Anyang realized that this was a very clever illusion.

It concealed the perceptions of itself and the cultivator, and also concealed the scanning and detection system of the Heavenly Soldier Mecha, so that only snow and mountain tops could be seen before walking here.

Then he immediately felt the spiritual energy that the cultivator said before!

This is indeed a kind of gentle and positive aura. Auras of this nature usually do not have offensive power, and it is no wonder that the master of cultivating Dao dared not resist. And it does contain a kind of vitality that is not dense but very ethereal, a quality that Anyang has never seen before, and the structure of aura is also very different from the "Rejuvenation Technique of Dead Trees" that also has vitality.

There is a lot of data floating above the line of sight, and the ears are also filled with reminders from the chip.

"An unrecorded form of energy fluctuations detected by your perception, recorded."

"Unknown energy fluctuation frequency is detected through your perception. After analysis, it shows unstable symptoms. It has been automatically filled and recorded after eliminating interference."

"Through your perception..."

I don’t know if it’s because the energy of Yunding Mountain leaked or the energy of the bridge was used up and did not recover, or because there were too many people walking across the bridge this time, its power was dispersed. Novelty didn't bring him much benefit, and it didn't bring him back to the level of youthful appearance.

Even if the old people behind him have become younger, they are far less exaggerated than the first person.

However, their dispositions are unusual, they neither feel annoyed nor feel that the first person has taken advantage of them, and they are not jealous. Anyway, this method is already here, as long as they take it back to Haosheng for research, they can always find the mystery.

Anyang frowned and looked at the house ahead.

These houses and the immortal palace towers and pavilions he imagined were completely two extremes. They were probably the worst kind of houses that poor people lived in. The walls are piled up with stones, and the roofs are paved with the slender grass on the plateau. After being beaten by wind and rain for many years, it does not look like the residence of an expert, but rather like a place for beggars to shelter from the rain.

The only thing that looked a little more dignified was probably the chessboard carved out of rock in front of the house, but the grid on it was also unrecognizable, covered in mud and limestone.

And there is only one stone stool next to the chessboard.

I really can't imagine a cultivator with world-shattering supernatural powers cultivating here, and there is no grass on this mountain, which is too boring and lonely.

Anyang took a deep breath and walked over.

He also found that some vague handwriting was engraved on the ground, twisted and twisted, but it was one of the characters in the mainland of China today, but it was not the language of the country he first arrived in.

We can vaguely see from some of the handwriting that it was left by a person who climbed the Yunding Mountain. He bluntly said that although he found the fairy, he lost his whole life, and he regretted it very much. His state of mind, if compared with the greed of the world, then he has become an immortal.

So he gave up all his achievements, turned around and walked down the mountain, without ever entering the house.

Anyang estimates that the protagonist of the stories circulating among many countries in the Shenzhou world is him, but either the rumors are exaggerated, or he is a cultivator, otherwise it is impossible for mortals to spend so much time climbing this mountain.

Go forward.

The door of the house is the kind of fence woven from wood and hemp rope, which has decayed to the extent that it all falls apart when pushed, revealing the same extremely simple house.

A yellow wood Eight Immortals table, four high stools, a reclining chair, and a coffee table are all the furniture.

Besides, the house was empty and dusty.

Anyang glanced at it, and some couldn't imagine what kind of life this cultivator who was able to set up restrictions to hold down 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers' mechas once lived on this mountain.

All day long with flying snow and cold wind? Watch the sunrise and sunset and the sea of ​​clouds tossing? Or do you silently devote yourself to cultivation, to give up the entire world of red dust for the sake of purity and spiritual energy here, and to penetrate the supreme avenue that touches longevity or heaven and earth every day?

If it is true that only extreme people can achieve what ordinary people can't do, if this dullness were replaced by ordinary people, I'm afraid they would have gone crazy long ago.

If the rumors are true, the person who climbed Yunding Mountain is already a person with great perseverance, but compared to the person who cultivated on Yunding Mountain, he is still insignificant.

Anyang didn't find anything useful here, but saw an expert cultivator who went to explore other houses come back and said to the door: "Your Majesty, I have found something!"

"What did you find?"

"There are a bunch of ancient books and instruments, probably left by the seniors who once lived here. They are neatly placed and should be left to future generations deliberately."

"Take me to see it right away."

"Yes!"

Anyang followed him and walked out, and just stepped out the door, but saw a cultivator hurriedly walking towards him: "Your Majesty, I found a skeleton, it should be..."

In addition, several other rooms have also been found, only the main room he personally went to has nothing.

Anyang went to the house on the left first. There was a large flat stone with some soft grass on it, which seemed to be the bed that the master monk usually rested on.

And on this bed lay a skeleton.

Some messy cloth towels covered the bones, and the black paint was so sloppy that the original color could not be seen. But under the rotten cloth is a white skeleton with crystal clear bones, which is incompatible with the crumbling thatched hut and the simple layout of the house. It is like a handicraft carved from white jade, and it exudes a clean atmosphere. Not stained with any dust or dirt.

In this house like a refugee house, it is undoubtedly an alternative, and it is also an important evidence that shows the unusual here.

"Is this the master?" Anyang sighed.

People in the world come here one after another to seek longevity, but even if the person who created this place has the supernatural powers that make the crane hair turn into a rosy face, they still haven't been able to obtain longevity.

It's a pity that a generation of great powers died silently here.

It is estimated that no one knew about his great supernatural powers during his lifetime, and no one knew about it when he died. He lay on this rock and a pile of weeds, wrapped in a rotten cloth and wrapped his body. If the bones were crystal clear and jade-like and did not rot over time, he would have also It's down to ordinary.

"I don't know how many years he lived." Anyang murmured and walked out, preparing to go to the house with ancient books.

His doubts must be in these books.

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