Chapter 243 Hong Ze’s suicide note

However, a description of the Duantian Mountains in the Shanhai Sutra made Qin Yun feel more and more wrong when he read it. Putting down the book, Qin Yun rubbed his temples and murmured: "The Shanhai Sutra is divided into many volumes, but no volume has ever appeared with experience, and there is a problem." After he picked up the book, Qin Yun carefully observed the description of the Duantian Mountains.

"Sure." A moment later, Qin Yun found a clue in the pages of the book. "Since the book appeared, many people have hidden the book in other books and used it as a secret. This passage is obviously not the content of the Shanhai Jing, so there must be something strange." Qin Yun tore the Shanhai Jing into two halves with no pity, and with a slight sound, he pulled out a yellowed page from the pages of the Shanhai Jing.

Qin Yun carefully twisted up the pages of the book. The pages of the book actually felt a smooth feeling, not as rough as old ancient books. At this time, when he was looking at this page, the content was a whole lot, and Qin Yun studied it carefully.

"Yu Hongze, the head of the Hongwu Sect, has entered a place of death and has no hope of returning, so he keeps this book to wait for those who are destined to be destined to do." Seeing this, Qin Yun had a question in his mind. Since he knew that he was going to die, why did he still enter the Duantian Mountains? Does the head of the Hongwu Sect have any reason to go, or is being coerced. Continue to look down and see the following.

"I heard that the Duantian Mountains in Taizhou were not innate, but were left by the battles of various ancient places. After more than a month of entering the mountain range, eight out of ten monks traveled with them. If possible, we should find the opportunity to return. But, alas, no saints have appeared in Mizhou for millions of years, and foreign states have invaded continuously. We monks should do our best and die before we die." Seeing this, Qin Yun understood a little. It turned out that Hong Ze and others entered the Duantian Mountains to find an opportunity to become saints. This opportunity may be a treasure. But these people are not very lucky and encounter something difficult to deal with. What is this?

Qin Yun looked again with a question. The following contents are all about the encounters of this man named Hongze in the Duantian Mountains and some local forms of the Duantian Mountains. It is extremely useful to Qin Yun. From Hongze's description, we can see that the Duantian Mountains is an ancient battlefield with many magic weapons and even many immortal weapons in it. They are just incomplete and powerful and cannot be used. Even if they are obtained, they are not very useful. In addition to the incomplete magic weapons, there are countless weapon spirits in the Duantian Mountains. After tens of millions of years of evolution, these weapon spirits have transcended the rules of nature and become free existences that are not subject to magic weapons.

They are the most terrifying existences in the Duantian Mountains. After Hong Ze and his group entered the Duantian Mountains, they encountered many weapon spirits. Some of them were not strong, while others were left behind from ancient times. Just thinking about it can be sure to be extremely terrifying existences. Unfortunately, Hong Ze did not reach the end, and was seriously injured by a powerful weapon spirit halfway through. Before he died, he sent this suicide note out of the Duantian Mountains in a special way, and the clues of the Duantian Mountains were interrupted.

Qin Yun took Hong Ze's suicide note into his arms without hesitation, and did not know where the Saint of Heavenly Ji got was hidden in the Mountains and Seas. No matter what, this suicide note was of great use to Qin Yun. Perhaps with this suicide note, he could live longer in the Duantian Mountains, but for Saint of Heavenly Ji, if he did not enter the Duantian Mountains, this suicide note became optional.

But at the end of the suicide note, Hong Ze hoped that the person who received the suicide note would survive in the Duantian Mountains and take care of his disciples. Qin Yun couldn't help but smile when he saw the end. Hong Ze was also a smart person, and knew that the person who could get out of the Duantian Mountains would definitely be extraordinary, and there was a great possibility that the cultivation level was extremely high. After obtaining the suicide note, it was equivalent to being favored by him, and he was embarrassed to shirk his request.

"If I come out of the Duantian Mountains and take care of your disciples, it's okay to take care of your disciples. With the power of the old man Tianji, it should be more than enough. After all, the reputation of Hongwu Sect should not be very famous and may have declined, otherwise Qin Yun would not have never heard of it." Qin Yun felt calm in his heart. Since he had received the favor from others, he would not be able to repay his kindness.

After receiving Hong Ze's suicide note, Qin Yun stopped delaying and bid farewell to the Saint of Heaven and immediately set off for the Duantian Mountains. The Duantian Mountains are located in the northern region of Mizhou. The northern region is covered with snow in middle age, but there is no snow on the Duantian Mountains. The entire mountain range is full of death energy, and there is a shrill roar from time to time. I have never heard of any monk who can come out alive when he enters it.

Of course, if the Duantian Mountains are like the ancient battlefield recorded in Hong Ze's suicide note, there are so many fragments of immortal weapons, countless people will definitely die. It is not surprising that some evil spirits and evil spirits are just careful. It's okay to be careful. The most terrifying thing is the weapon spirit mentioned by Hong Ze. The weapon spirit without magic weapon constraints will slowly count the spirituality over the long years, becoming extremely bloodthirsty, and extremely powerful. If you meet the weapon spirit, with Qin Yun's current strength, you may only have to turn around and escape.

In addition to the overlord of Bingfeng Valley, the Northern Region also has dozens of sects of all sizes, with no more than 10,000 people. Because the Northern Region is remote and extremely barren, few mortals are willing to enter the Northern Region to live, and the Northern Region sects cannot cross the line to recruit disciples elsewhere, so there are many sects here that practice dual cultivation, and they can add disciples after giving birth to children.

Qin Yun may have been used to walking in the mortal world a year ago. After entering the Northern Region, he was still wearing a straw raincoat and a big straw hat. Heavy snow in the middle-aged northern region is constantly rising. Now it is March, and Qingming Festival is over, so it should be drizzling. But this area has never been filled with heavy snow falling from the sky, falling on Qin Yun's straw raincoat and straw hat, but it does not melt, piled up one by one, and soon a thick layer accumulates.

Qin Yun walked in the snow, leaving behind a series of footprints with extremely consistent depths. For him, walking, sitting and lying down were all practices. He controlled the strength in his body as the snow was deep. As the snow was thick, the force was heavy, and when the snow was shallow, the force was light. He understood that this requirement for mastering the force was extremely high. If you had the force of 800 stones, use all 800 stones, and control it as much as the eight hundred stones, the realm was completely different. A monk who could achieve the fineness in battle would win.

A year after he lost his cultivation, he used the control of his strength to continuously increase his control of the miracle. Being able to have today's cultivation is inseparable from the situation when he lost his cultivation. It can be said that good fortune is based on misfortune, and misfortune depends on good fortune. After entering the Northern Region, he only traveled more than 8,000 miles. It may take several months to reach the Duantian Mountains at such a speed, but Qin Yun is not in a hurry, and the person who is anxious is still in the Tianji Tower.

After slapping off the snow on the straw raincoat, Qin Yun opened the curtain and entered a tavern. The stove in the tavern was burning strongly, and compared with the temperature outside, it was much warmer inside. Qin Yun took off his hat, shook the snow on the door frame, untied the straw raincoat, and hung it at the door. He found a place to sit by the window, but even if the tavern in the northern region had windows, it was closed all year round and could not see the scenery outside at all. Qin Yun just sat down against the wall out of habit.

"Waiter, give me a pot of roasted knives and two kilograms of cooked beef. Let's fill my stomach first." As the saying goes, follow the customs of the countryside, villagers do not eat rice. Under the power of eating rice, they cannot stop the cold and do not drink rice wine. The habit of drinking warm rice wine in winter is only available in the Central and Southern regions, such as Qin Yun arrived at the small bridge and flowing water house in front of the Mysterious City.

The residents of the Northern Region like to burn knives, 20% of them are water and 80% are alcohol, which is to warm up the body. The waiter responded and served a pot of hot knives and two plates of beef very attentively. "Customer, please use it slowly, please give me any instructions if you have any questions."

Qin Yun nodded and looked around. Today, there were few customers and the mountains were covered with heavy snow. The residents of nearby villages were unwilling to come here. Only some monks who entered the Northern Region could rest here and find out the situation. After all, not every monk has reached Xuanpin and does not care about the cold air in the world. Cultivators below Xuanpin can only raise the valley god to fast. If you want to avoid cold and heat, you have to rely on special magic weapons. The treasure body, gold and blood like Qin Yun, will be mentioned separately.

In the not-so-spacious tavern, in addition to Qin Yun, there were only two monks, one and one young and two monks. Judging from their dress, they seemed to be a casual cultivator, and the two young and two masters and apprentices were in a master-disciple relationship. People like casual cultivators are difficult to receive disciples with good qualifications. If they can receive one, they are well-behaved, and they are the descendants of the robe and bowl. They are not doting, and they are even more precious than their grandsons.

The young man had red lips and white teeth, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. There was a faint sense of fresh air on the cover of the sky. He had excellent qualifications. After Qin Yun came in, he looked at him and saw that he was dressed in a mortal, so he lost interest and drank wine on his own. Only the old man next to him looked at Qin Yun with a deep look, as if he wanted to see Qin Yun that he was ugly and Yin Mao.

When the young man saw the old man looking at Qin Yun, he looked at Qin Yun again with surprise, but he still couldn't see any name. Qin Yun was still dressed up when he came in, and couldn't think of any reason, so he whispered to the old man and asked about something.

Qin Yun lifted the wine pot and poured a cup of hot wine into his cup. The heat was amazing and drank it all. The fragrance and heat of the wine entered the scorching flow of his throat, forming a heated air throughout his body. Qin Yun couldn't help but sigh and secretly praised the good wine in his heart. Then he picked up a piece of beef that had just been taken out of the pot and stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it in big mouth. The beef in the northern region is much thicker than the southern region and is extremely chewy. Every time he chewed, juice flowed in his mouth. The meat was pleasant. It was rare to be able to make such food in the mortal world.

While eating and drinking, Qin Yun listened to the conversation between the master and apprentice on the opposite table, and only heard the boy say in a disdainful tone: "Master, that person is obviously a mortal. At most, he has practiced some internal strength in the world and is not worthy of our attention."

The old man smiled and knocked a chestnut on his apprentice's forehead. The boy was in pain and retracted with a whimper, so he didn't dare to talk back.

"According to the master's vision, that man is definitely a monk, and his realm is very high, and he can control the microscope. Even if his cultivation is much higher than you. As for the magic, hehe, a monk who can achieve microscope can be used to kill even the extremely ordinary wind technique."

"Old man, who are you fooling? I have traveled around the world in the past two years, but I haven't seen you fool people less. If that person is a monk, why is he dressed up in this outfit? And you see that he has so much snow on his body. When he comes in, there is even snow on his boots. Obviously, he came here. Since he is a monk, why don't he walk against the wind? Even if his cultivation level is not as good as the wind, he can fly in the sword. Once the body protection energy comes out, you don't think of any wind and snow. Like me, he is clean and clean, so handsome."

"Oh." The young man wanted to say something, and another chestnut was eaten by the old man on his forehead. "What do you know? Do you know why your cultivation has grown very fast, but when fighting with others, it is extremely laborious, and the reason is very simple." The old man took a sip and continued, "You don't know how to use your strength. The power of your body is also the law given by the way of heaven. Life is full of laws everywhere. You are far higher than that of a monk than a mortal, and you are reluctant to experience life, you are lazy everywhere, and you even have to control the wind at your feet when you go to a cottage. How can you understand the true meaning of the law, let alone control it in a microcontroller."

The young master swordsman had a stern face and did not dare to talk back. He rubbed his painful forehead and asked, "Master, what is the slightest thing?"

The old man was obviously the descendant of the robe and bowl with good qualifications. He taught him very carefully and told the young man in a comprehensive way. Qin Yun felt bored as he listened and drank the wine alone. In comparison, the burning knife in this cup was much more interesting than the old and young.

"If our Hongwu Sect had not died in the Duantian Mountains 300,000 years ago and had lost the Taoist throne, we would not have been in this place." The three words "Hongwu Sect" came into Qin Yun's ears. Qin Yun immediately became concerned. He was still holding Hong Ze's suicide note, but he actually met the Hongwu Sect's disciple in the Northern Region. However, Hongwu Sect obviously was not doing well. There were only two old and young left in one sect, not even a mountain gate, so he could only be considered a first-class casual cultivator.

Since Qin Yun decided to have the opportunity to take care of the Hongwu Sect, there were only two left, which was much easier. He might be able to pass it off with just a few magic weapons, but he was not in a hurry and listened patiently to the old man.

"The news came out of the Tianji Tower that a strange treasure was born in the Duantian Mountains, and genius disciples from all states rushed to the northern region. Anyone with great luck could seize the strange treasure and survive from the Duantian Mountains. However, with the strength of our Hongwu Sect, it is impossible to seize food from the tiger's mouth. The strange treasure is a disaster but not a blessing for us. I have asked my friend Bian Xi to calculate that if this strange treasure is born, you have an opportunity. We will use this opportunity to retrieve the remains and Taoist dynasty of the master."

"Master, the Duantian Mountains are dead. Can we come back alive when we go in?" The boy was a little scared, with deep fear hidden in his eyes. Those who entered the eight dangerous places would die. This is not for fear, but for the death of countless monks.

The old man touched the old man's head with pity, "If you don't find the remains of your master, our Hongwu Sect will not be able to revive it all day. For 300,000 years, I have finally waited for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I can't miss it. It has implicated you, why did that luck be added to you, not to your master?" Even though I knew I could not get a strange treasure, how could I go foolishly? If I hadn't wanted to find Hong Ze's body, I'm afraid that no matter how lucky I was, they would not have come to the Northern Region.

Hearing this, Qin Yun knew the beginning and end of the matter, and concluded that these two people were not bad in nature, which was worthy of his help. Standing up, Qin Yun walked towards the old and young. The old man found that Qin Yun was walking towards them, his eyes were full of vigilance. Although his cultivation level had broken through to Xuanpin and stayed in the early stage of Xuanpin, Qin Yun's cultivation level was only in the early stage of Yufeng, but he felt a dangerous aura from Qin Yun, "What's the matter with me?"

Qin Yun replied with a smile: "I was entrusted by someone to give me something to you." As he said that, he took out Hong Ze's suicide note from his arms and handed it to the two of them.

The old man was suspicious and Hong Ze's suicide note was careful to guard against Qin Yun. He and Qin Yun had no acquaintance at all, and they didn't have many friends in the cultivation world, and they wouldn't find anyone to send anything. They looked at Hong Ze's suicide note, but they couldn't come back to their senses at first glance. A look of horror gradually appeared on their faces, "This is the suicide note of the ancestor. Where did you get it?"

Qin Yun smiled indifferently, knew the old man's mood, and did not keep it a secret, saying, "I found this suicide note in the mezzanine of a scripture. I originally wanted to find some clues about the Duantian Mountains, but I didn't expect to find this suicide note. To be precise, the scene described in this suicide note has helped me a lot. It is really lucky to meet two of you in it." There are probably many suicide notes like this, but it was only by chance that Hong Ze's suicide note was taken out of the Duantian Mountains by someone, which seemed so valuable.

"This is this..." The old man didn't say a complete sentence for a long time, his hands trembled excitedly, and he knelt down with a thud, and actually cried out, crying with tears in his eyes, "What a great kindness, my friend, please give me a bow."

"Master, why have you kneeled down?" The young man next to him was extremely surprised. He did not expect that his master with great strength would actually kneel down to a young man.

Qin Yun hurriedly supported the old man and said, "The old man doesn't have to do this. To say that he has kindness, it is because the ancestors of Hongwumen have kindness to me again. With this suicide note, I have a much higher chance of surviving in the Duantian Mountains. If you receive favors from others, there is no unrepayable gift."

The old man also knew that what Qin Yun said was reasonable, but Qin Yun could have concealed Hong Ze's suicide note, and everyone in the cultivation world was self-interested, and how many people could be as noble as Qin Yun.

"My friend, when you went to the Duantian Mountains, you could let me walk with you. Now there are only my master and disciple left in Hongwu Gate. If we don't go, who else will take back the remains of the ancestor? I really can't bear to see the remains of the ancestor exposed to the wilderness."

When Qin Yun heard this, he seemed to have grabbed something in his heart, and then flashed away. He pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, Duantian Mountains, the three of us are walking together!"

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