The old monk waved his loose robe in front of him, and a few drops of wine stains flew out of his sleeves, and a few drops of wine flew onto Ling Tianyun's face in the wind. His horse did not come too close to the little black donkey, whose fat ass shook up and down as he walked. Seeing that Ling Tianyun just wanted to kick it over, and at the same time, he also had an idea in his mind, saying that the dragon meat in the sky and the donkey meat on the ground, I don't know what kind of delicacy would be waiting for him when this little black donkey was slaughtered. Thinking of this, Ling Tianyun couldn't help but swallow the saliva in his mouth. He glanced at the old monk in front of him with sincere trepidation. I don't know if this old monk can guess his thoughts at this time. Otherwise, he will be attacked again, and he can be very afraid of the old monk's sneak attacks again and again.

Unexpectedly, this time the old monk didn't seem to attack him, but kept drinking. What made Ling Tianyun curious was how much wine could be contained in this old monk's wine gourd, and every time he saw him pouring a big sip of wine, but it seemed that the wine gourd would never be finished. One day, he will find a way to get his hands on this wine gourd and want to study it carefully.

The horse, the donkey, the old and the young, gradually walked into the depths of the canyon. The depths of the canyon grew narrower, and the cliffs on either side grew steeper and steeper, as if the two sides had been split by sharp blades. A few dead branches stretched out of the cliff, and a cold wind blew, and the dead branches swayed incessantly, as if they would be blown down into the canyon by the cold wind at once.

The deep trail of the canyon is only a foot wide, and a donkey and a horse carry the old and the young to walk slowly in this canyon. The clouds in the canyon are getting thicker and thicker, and the canyon looks even hazy after the rain.

The "jingling" bell and the "whirring" wind sounded in the ears of the old and the young.

The whole canyon is in the shape of a gourd, and the plank road that you enter at the beginning is relatively spacious, and it becomes narrower and narrower in the middle, such as the central part of the gourd. After passing through the narrow path, it began to widen again. A wide clearing in front of me was surrounded by the steep cliffs, and when you looked up, you could only see a small square inch of gray sky.

When the two walked through the narrow part of the plank road in the canyon, their eyes widened, and they walked for nearly a quarter of an hour to cross the narrow plank road. Ahead is a naturally formed canyon, surrounded by steeper cliffs. Piles of boulders could be seen everywhere in the clearing, like fortresses.

Ling Tianyun looked at the pile of boulders, and he didn't feel his sword eyebrows raised, according to his habit of being a scout. This is the perfect place for ambushes. He hoped that there would be no danger here, otherwise, no matter how high his martial arts were, it would be difficult to fly. But the old monk still didn't seem to be alert, bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows and let the little black donkey walk on his own.

They had bypassed several large piles of boulders in this relatively wide canyon, and the old monk suddenly stopped his advance. Ling Tianyunyi, the old monk, didn't leave, and also restrained the white horse, looking at the old monk suspiciously.

"You crow's mouth, now you're right."

The old monk suddenly turned his head and scolded Ling Tianyun angrily, only to see a pair of small eyes that were deeply sunken into his sockets, and his right hand kept stroking his long beard that was almost to his chest.

Ling Tianyun was stunned for a moment, and after looking around, he didn't feel anything wrong. He asked the old monk suspiciously, "Master, what have you discovered?" Could it be that there are really some bandits lurking here? ”

"You know something, you can't just hear it with your dog's ears."

The old monk glared at him, looking like he was ruthless but not steel, and scolded.

When Ling Tianyun heard what the old monk said, he calmed down and listened quietly for a while. He heard nothing but the whirring wind and the sound of the bell under the neck of the little black donkey. He couldn't help but look at his old monk again, his eyes full of doubt, and he was sure that he hadn't heard anything else.

"Oh, is there really nothing?" , the old monk asked again.

Ling Tianyun shook his head with certainty, indicating that he had not discovered talent.

"Alas, it's useless to be old, maybe the old monk and my old ears heard it wrong, let's go."

After the old monk finished speaking, he didn't look at Ling Tianyun, patted the little black donkey on the back and motioned for the little black donkey to continue moving forward. The little black donkey shook its head and stepped out of its limbs again, and the sound of the bell seemed to be more thoughtful.

Ling Tianyun followed behind the old monk, he lowered his head and frowned, and listened carefully for a while. He hadn't noticed any other unusual sounds, and he didn't know why the old monk had reacted in such a way. But he felt that the old monk didn't seem to be untargeted, he must have found something, but he didn't tell him.

After walking more than ten steps, the old monk stopped again, and he looked around suspiciously. He turned around and scolded Ling Tianyun behind him angrily, "You muddy boy, you crow's mouth." ”。

Ling Tianyun followed him suspiciously and looked around, but still didn't find anything abnormal. He listened carefully for a while, but still heard nothing else.

The old monk looked at him, as if to ask him if he had found anything. And Ling Tianyun still shook his head, indicating that he hadn't found anything, and his eyes were still very determined.

With another long sigh, the old monk patted the little black donkey on the back again, and the little black donkey shook his head and walked forward. Ling Tianyun wondered for a while, but still followed the old monk closely.

This was repeated several times, and this canyon was originally the most spacious, and although there were large rocks piled up here and there, it would not take too long to pass through the canyon. But it took them more than half an hour to reach the end of the canyon.

At the end of this canyon is a narrow boardwalk, less than a foot wide. Through this narrow path, it can be regarded as walking out of this Qingyun Mountain. This narrow plank road is like the mouth of the gourd, narrow and slender. The path is lined with rocks that jut out out of the cliff and can fall down the cliff at any moment. Looking up from this narrow path, the gray sky is like a slender white line, and this trail is also the famous "first line of sky" in Qingyun Mountain.

The old monk stopped again at the end of the canyon, and he squinted into the "glimmer of heaven", and his eyes shot a sharp light, and then resumed his original cloudy gaze. It's just that Ling Tianyun didn't see all this. When he saw that the old monk had stopped, he also reined in his horse one after another.

Ling Tianyun stood behind the old monk, and also looked at the legendary "first-line sky" trail in Qingyun Mountain. The road is less than a foot wide, and there are strange rocks embedded in the steep cliffs on both sides. Above the trail is a long and thin gray white line, which corresponds to the cliffs on both sides of the path, forming a natural moat and dangerous ravine.

It's a good place to be in a trench, and this place is really a danger for one person. He couldn't help but sigh at the magic of nature, and at the same time raised his vigilance. If when passing through that path, as long as someone throws a few big rocks down this cliff, then let alone the wings will not escape, even if the gods come, they will be buried in this narrow path.

The old monk patted the little black donkey, but the little black donkey did not go towards the narrow path, but turned around and moved away from the entrance. The old monk raised the wine gourd and took a big sip of wine, then looked at Ling Tianyun.

Ling Tianyun thought that the old monk was suspicious again and asked him to see if there was anything abnormal, at this time he would no longer fall for the old monk, he almost subconsciously shook his head, indicating that he had found nothing.

The old monk showed a strange smile when he saw this, but in Ling Tianyun's opinion, this old monk was like a lewd little old man at this time. That strange smile seemed to screw his emaciated face together. He didn't know what the old monk was laughing at, and he didn't ask, but he always felt that the old monk seemed to have bad intentions.

"Hun boy, let you go first this time, play the striker, and I will follow the old monk." ，

The old monk did not let him continue to follow, but let him go ahead. Although Ling Tianyun was a little reluctant to do this, he was still afraid that this old monk would be unhappy and give him a sneak attack. I had to ride my horse and enter the entrance of the "first line of sky".

The total length of this "line of sky" is more than 200 zhang, narrow and slender. But it was enough to accommodate a horse to drive inside, and Ling Tianyun raised the reins to speed up the horse a little. From time to time, he had to look behind the old monk, and saw the old monk smiling, which could be described as a dance of eyebrows.

"Look at what is small, hurry up, old monk, I'm starving." Seeing Ling Tianyun turn his head to look at him, the old monk couldn't help but reprimand angrily again, and raised his big withered palm with loose sleeves. Frightened, Ling Tianyun's body trembled, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, quickly turned his head, lifted the reins, and sped up the horse's speed.

In this narrow "line", only the sound of horses' hooves and the sound of bells "jingling" were heard, but the little black donkey ridden by the old monk was always able to keep up with the footsteps of the white horse, and always followed closely behind.

The exit was more than ten feet ahead, and the two of them did not encounter any danger in this narrow path, but drove safely to the exit. Seeing this, Ling Tianyun couldn't help but let out a long breath, and the vigilance in his whole body also relaxed. He figured that there should be no danger at the exit at this time, after all, the most dangerous area had already passed.

A donkey, a horse, an old man and a young man quickly passed through the narrow and slender "Ray of Heaven", and when Ling Tianyun rushed out of the exit, he was dumbfounded. At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, but the old monk was calm, as if everything in front of him was in his hands.

I saw twenty or thirty people standing in front of me, led by a big man. As soon as they saw that this old man and young man had come out of the "first line of heaven", they surrounded them one after another, and before Ling Tianyun could fully react, they surrounded the old monk and Ling Tianyun, like an iron bucket.

It was really Ling Tianyun's crow's mouth that they really met a bandit.

Ling Tianyun sat on horseback and looked at this group of so-called bandits, who seemed to be different from other bandits. The big man at the head was draped in linen, and his hair was tied casually with a hemp rope. He was as strong as an iron tower, and his beard on his face didn't seem to be clean, and there were still beard slags. The man's eyes were as big as bull's eyes, and his eyes swept away from them. The man carried a large axe on his shoulder, but at his feet was a pair of broken straw sandals that exposed all ten of his toes.

Ling Tianyun's gaze swept to the other bandits, the other bandits were all dressed in thin tattered cotton clothes, some of which were so torn that even the cotton wool inside was exposed. They looked at the old and the young nervously, and they didn't know why their bodies were still trembling. The weapons they were holding were even more outrageous, some carrying a hoe, some holding a stick, some carrying a sickle, and some even more outrageous lifting a large rock as a weapon.

The old monk spit out a mouthful of wine in his mouth and suddenly spit it out, and he looked at this group of so-called bandits with wide eyes. As if he didn't believe his eyes, he rubbed his eyes again. Astonished and strange eyes swept past the big man with the axe, and then to the other bandits with strange weapons. A strange expression appeared on his face, and that expression was the feeling of being incredibly crying and laughing, and wanting to laugh but not laughing.