By a stream outside the Nanshan Mountain, Chu Tianming's body was fished up from the stream with a "slam" sound.

Chu Tianming coughed a few times, then looked at his body, and his calm eyes could not see much emotional fluctuation. "I finally came to life..."

Chu Tianming murmured underestimating, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Before the ups and downs of eternity, fortunately he had set up a terrifying enough secret move that he could escape during the battle of nothingness and fall into the Nanshan Mountain.

After falling into the Nanshan Mountain, he was dying. Thanks to the black coffin, he was able to rise and fall in the long river of time, and to intervene in the form of a "shadow" and set up a secret weapon for all ages. Now his true body has finally been resurrected. Although it is just a mortal body that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary, it is enough.

The dark hands of one era after another, the master of one era after another, and the ups and downs of millions of times polished Chu Tianming's heart of Taoism through. Even if the long river of history sweeps over, he can remain unchanged.

That's right, even if he is just a mortal body in this life, so what if he returns? When he returns, he will surely slaughter the deepest hidden darkness in the ages, and will surely storm into nothingness again, fight to the end, and kill until the sky collapses.

Chu Tianming withdrew his thoughts and his eyes fell on a thin old man by the stream.

The thin old man was wearing a cloth clothes and drooping his eyelids, not disturbing Chu Tianming's memories. Now seeing Chu Tianming see him, he immediately smiled, "Hehehe, little brother, it was the old man I salvaged you."

With this smile, the old man showed his yellow teeth all over his mouth, and his gaze immediately became a little smarter, both smart and vulgar.

Chu Tianming smiled faintly and said, "It is not easy to catch people from the Nanshan Mountains."

"Hehe... the ancestral craftsmanship is rare and easy." The old man smiled obscenely, his eyes rolling, not knowing what he was planning.

Chu Tianming stared at the old man for a long time and asked, "What do you call him?"

"The corpse fisherman." The old man said and rubbed his hands, laughed, adding, "The ancestors have been called the corpse fisherman for generations. After the old man in his family got lost in that mountain, I called the corpse fisherman."

Chu Tianming followed the old man's pointing toward the horizon. There, the hazy mist lingered in the sky, and the outline of a mountain was vaguely visible.

"Nanshan..." is the Nanshan where the black coffin fell. From a distance, it looks like a black and white painting.

Nanshan is the name of the sacred mountain before the Eternal Era. After millions of ups and downs, no one remembers its name, but in Chu Tianming's view, Nanshan is still Nanshan.

Throughout the ages, things have changed, and only some nearly eternal things can last forever like Chu Tianming.

"The corpse fisherman--" Chu Tianming took a deep breath. This title suddenly evoked too many memories of him, "The corpse fisherman--"

Chu Tianming came to his senses and asked again: "Who is in power in the current Mixed Cultivation Realm?"

"The forty-nine cultivation kings in the cultivation realm each have their own policies, which have lasted for ten thousand years." The old man laughed.

Chu Tianming frowned and asked, "Where is Lord Qingxuan?"

"Lord Qingxuan disappeared fifty thousand years ago." The old man replied.

Chu Tianming's face changed slightly, he disappeared 50,000 years ago? This time, his shadow returned to the coffin, but it took him 50,000 years to open the black coffin with his true body and come out.

Chu Tianming suddenly thought of something and asked again: "Is there any movement in the Black Stone Sea?"

"Before Lord Qing Xuan disappeared, there was a huge black air in the Black Stone Sea, and the entire wilderness was shrouded in half a month. There were rumors that Lord Qing Xuan's disappearance was related to it, but no one could tell what the real situation was." The old man laughed and looked extremely vulgar, as if he was talking.

"I want to go to the Hei Shihai to see?" The old man winked as he spoke, as if he was encouraging Chu Tianming to go to the Hei Shihai.

Chu Tianming glanced at him and said lightly: "Hei Shihai, I will go there sooner or later, but there is no hurry now."

"Is the study still there?" Chu Tianming thought for a while and suddenly asked.

"The study has declined, and now there is only one Wenzong left. Although the Wenzong has declined, the treasures preserved in the study in the previous study are all there. Many disciples from major sects will go there to be disciples of side sects. Maybe they can draw treasures such as imperial techniques and magical techniques from some corners." The old man asked with a despicable smile, "Do you want to go to Wenzong?"

Chu Tianming glanced at the old man and said indifferently: "Then go and have a look."

The old man was immediately overjoyed, blindly took out a series of tokens from his arms, and then picked them up and found a black-painted wooden token. He grinned and showed his big yellow teeth and smiled, "Brother, this is the Lanting Order of the Study. How do you see?"

As the old man said that, he handed the token to Chu Tianming. He looked like a fish sold in the market, holding a skewer of fish in his hand, and then picked one of them for the seller to show.

Chu Tianming didn't care either. He took over and rubbed the token. Some memories of the age that were so long that it could not be traced back could not help but emerge.

Lanting’s Order of the Book Saint…

I remember that the Lanting Scholar was still an exiled little girl. After being saved by him as a scholar in white, he slowly followed him and became a quiet girl who loved to read unofficial history. Perhaps the little girl at that time did not expect to become a saint emperor and create a Xuanzong who embraces the ancient history and secret methods - Study.

The old man laughed and did not bother Chu Tianming at all, but his eyes never left Chu Tianming, as if he was looking forward to what Chu Tianming said.

After Chu Tianming recalled, he put away the token directly, then looked at the old man and smiled faintly: "You are very good, and I am not greedy for this little advantage. Nanshan corpse hunters have their own rules for corpse hunters, so I will give you a guide and take paper and pen."

The old man was overjoyed and hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his body, spread it in front of Chu Tianming, and then grind the ink for Chu Tianming himself and handed a brush.

"The pen made of the hair of the Guihao of Nanli can indeed write words that make those dirty things afraid." Chu Tianming commented lightly, then took the pen, dipped it in ink, and drew it on the white paper.

Chu Tianming wrote very quickly, like a ghostly talisman. The old man couldn't understand it. He just laughed from the side and said, "If you can like this, just take it. It will be useless to put it in the old man's hands. It is not very useful, and chopping firewood is not enough to make it."

After Chu Tianming wrote it, he put the pen away without hesitation and said calmly: "This ghost pen does have some effect on me, I have accepted it."

The old man carefully put Chu Tianming's copybook away, then leaned over Chu Tianming, his eyes rolled around, and he laughed: "Although Wenzong has not completed his study, there are many treasures. The great sect and the country will stuff his descendants into it. I see that my younger brother is very talented and has a unique talent. When I go to Wenzong, will the fairy princes be all taken into his pocket?"

Chu Tianming glanced at the old man and said lightly: "You are the one who catches the corpse, how about this?"

"Hehehe..." the old man smiled obscenely, "Who is not good to the fairy princess? Is it true? Should I accompany you to Wenzong? As long as you nod, you nod, three or five fairy princes, you can still be able to get it."

Chu Tianming smiled faintly, pretended to think deeply, and then said, "Okay, then please come with me. I was about to kidnap a fat girl and go back to Nanshan to be the wife of the village. I think it's pretty good if I am like the descendant of the Qingxuan Lord."

The old man's face changed immediately, and he quickly showed his yellow teeth, rubbed his hands and smiled, "Hehehe, I'm also a person with a background. The ordinary fairy princess must not be attracted to your eyes, so the old man won't be embarrassed."

After saying that, the old man kept laughing.

"Well, I won't make things difficult for you anymore." Chu Tianming turned around and left without saying a word, very simply.

The old man's voice came from behind Chu Tianming, "Brother, do you want the old man to go with you? It's a bit of a journey to Wenzong."

Chu Tianming, who was away, waved his hand and left a back, "No need, the road to Nanshan is not easy to walk, you can think about it carefully."

The old man couldn't help but feel nervous. He looked at Nanshan from afar and touched the copybook in his arms. It seemed that this was not an ordinary post, but a mountain patrol oracle left by the ancient god king.
Chapter completed!