The top of Yumen is the ultimate of the three mountains in Chunzhou. The mountains are high into the clouds, and the snow does not melt all year round.

There is a long legend in the area of ​​Rongzhou. It is said that immortals live on the top of the Jade Gate, and they protect the world.

Therefore, the most common thing that the people of Rongzhou did fifty years ago was to worship at the foot of Yumen Mountain, where hundreds of altars were distributed large and small at the foot of the mountain.

But now as time is gradually covered with spider webs and dust, those unswerving beliefs have been weathered in time.

The immortal gate fell, and all the paths disappeared. The immortals who protected the world retreated too quickly, and the world did not come back to their senses. All of this was over.

Black teeth, carrying five thousand elite Qin, surrounded the entire Yumen top. He stood on the grass at the foot of the mountain, pulled out a map from his armor, opened the comparison position, and smiled silly:

"Nothing wrong, it's this mountain."

Hei Teeth looked at the soldiers behind him and said loudly:

"Dear brothers, the military achievements are on the top of the mountain."

"There are traitors above who dare to assassinate the king and kill the emperor. I have tried a lot of effort to win this opportunity."

The black-toothed deputy general quipped:

"General, you are talking nonsense again. I heard that the general took the initiative to give you a chance. This is not what you are looking for."

He raised the whip in his hand, and the general was so scared that he suddenly shrank his hand, and he cursed:

"You know, if I hadn't been begging my grandfather to sue my grandmother every day, how could the general sound me? This is called a crying child who has milk."

The deputy general laughed out loud and said:

"General, I think you are annoying to the general, so he sent you out to make you quiet."

"Little monkey, what fucking truth did you tell?"

Black teeth pointed at his deputy general and scolded:

"You fucking know, who is the reason why I'm holding Zhang's face all day long? Isn't it for you to get some military merits? Is it easy for me?"

The Qin soldiers at the foot of the mountain burst into laughter when they heard this, and the Black-toothed General was like a anxious monkey.

"Okay, let's talk nonsense. If one of the thieves who assassinated the king and killed the emperor in the future runs away."

The deputy general quickly followed up:

"You cut off my head as a chamber pot."

"Get out, I don't want such an ugly chamber pot."

As he finished speaking, five thousand elite soldiers headed towards the top of the mountain, densely packed with black, like a torrent of steel.

However, it is covered by clouds and mist, and it cannot be seen above the top of Yumen Mountain.

………

At the top of Yumen Mountain, there are thousands of snow in the evening, and the sea of ​​clouds rolls.

The snow for thousands of years does not melt all year round, and the wind here is cold and cold, just like the twelfth lunar month.

The True Lord of Yumen, who was worshipped by Rongzhou, stood on the top of the mountain fifty years ago, was shocked and suspicious. Today, he suddenly had a whim and could not control himself for a long time, as if some great disaster was coming.

The monks are most sensitive to disasters in heaven and earth. This is obviously a big disaster.

"Is it the Great Qin?"

The True Lord of Yumen held the whisk in his hand and kept turning it as if to cover up the uneasiness in his heart.

Recently, if something really happens, the Taoist boy who has served him for fifty years was beheaded by the Great Qin. The Emperor of the Great Qin was the name of assassinating the king and killing the emperor, and wanted to rob the three tribes of the family, which was domineering.

An emperor who has not truly dominated the world.

It was just that the city of Wu Death was pacified and occupied the land of the three counties. Although it had become a major trend, it did not become the common respect of the world.

Who did he think he was? How dare he threaten the Taoist sect that Dieyin like this?

Do you wonder how many emperors have been sent away by the various doors?

The real person in Yumen was holding the whisk in his hand and was a little confused.

"It's not that I'm just an emperor for a lifetime, how could it make me so uneasy?"

"But I don't go down the mountain all year round, how can I get into disaster?"

Fifty years ago, the Yumen lineage has never gone down the mountain again. The last time I went down the mountain was just his child.

"It can only be the Great Qin, but where did this disaster come from?"

The real man from Yumen turned his hand and carried his whisk behind him, turned around and landed on the altar of the top line of the Yumen line. He was about to start a hexagram to calculate the good and bad luck.

The Yumen Ding Yizhi is best at calculating and passing on the ancient Liuyao technique.

The Liu Yao art can surpass the predecessors for generations and determine the good or bad luck of future generations. It is known as the strongest numeral art, but it consumes extremely long life and even exploring the secrets of heaven will even be punished by heaven.

Therefore, since the Yumen Zhenren inherited this Taoist technique, he has only used it twice. The last time he used this technique was more than fifty years ago.

The last hexagram said that if he took a step back, it would be a peaceful day for fifty years.

So, he closed the mountain before Gu Hongzi found him.

Unfortunately, the Yumen lineage has not gone down the mountain for too long, and he has no detailed understanding of the Yumen Real Person in the Wude Death City, otherwise he would not have chosen to let his Taoist boy test it.

The lights on the altar were lit, and the lights continued, and the sixty-four hexagrams were hanging in the air on the altar, and the flames were lingering. The real person of Yumen picked up the copper coins and threw them out at will.

The copper coins flipped over and fell from the void, landing on the Yin-Yang Tai Chi at the center of the entire altar.

Copper coins stacked together.

The real person of Yumen used his magic power to gently swing the landed copper coins. Looking at the sixteen copper coins, his expression changed drastically in an instant.

"Dead?"

"How could there be a dead end?"

The magic power of the Yumen Zhenren became excited with his emotions, and the heavy snow on the altar was scattered.

This hexagram has only a little bit of vitality, and is almost a situation of death.

The magic power opened his crown, and in an instant, Dao Zhenxiu spread his hair disheveled, as if he was crazy.

"Dead?"

"This is impossible!"

"Is it because I was wrong?"

But the real person in Yumen also knew that the Liuyao technique would not be wrong. If you miscalculate it for decades, it would be too bizarre for him who had been indulging in lust for decades.

At this moment, the sound of running quickly came from behind the real person in Yumen.

When the real person in Yumen turned around, he found that it was his Taoist boy. The little Taoist boy was panting at this time, as if he had encountered something extraordinary.

"What's wrong?"

The little Taoist boy was shocked when he saw the appearance of the real person in Yumen. Why did his real person disheveled his hair and look like he was crazy?

"Someone has attacked up the mountain!"

After hearing this, the real person of Yumen suddenly turned around and looked at the fortune telling of his own. Just now, his magic power was inspiring and he turned over several of the copper coins.

The only glimmer of hope in the death situation was completely ruined.

The Yumen Zhenren's pupils suddenly dilated, and he turned around and asked quickly:

"Who? Who attacked the mountain gate?"

The Taoist boy was about to open his mouth and said, when a rough voice interrupted.

"Daqin, Black-Toothed, will be ordered by the General of the Great Qin to rob you of the three tribes."

The battle formation roared, and the white tiger roared in the void, as if a white tiger was stepping on the snow-white mountain peak.

Howling thousands of mountains.
Chapter completed!