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(001 Mortal Thieves Go to Immortal Mountain)

A thin, half-sized hairy child, about fifteen or sixteen years old, but with bright eyes, peeked out from an abandoned broken wall on a high place, as if he were counting his own warehouse, looking at the endless flow of people below, patiently looking at the past one by one.

There was a seemingly silly boy next to him, with a pair of eyes, and he also followed his example, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and said: "Hook pig, you see that I have a good eye, that must be a fat pig!"

The strong summer sun sprinkled on the bluestone slabs everywhere, and the stone floors were hot. Looking up, the eyes are full of dizzying light, and under the scorching heat, the crowd on Bluestone Street has not decreased a little, and the whole street is still bustling.

Hook Pig looked along the other side's eyes, and saw a fair-skinned fat man in the crowd, with a flowing goatee hanging from his chin, an ordinary gray cloth robe, and a large burden and a sword behind him, hurrying towards him.

He immediately shrank his head, and then pressed the head of the opposite eye, and the two hid behind the waste bricks, he slapped each other and scolded in a low voice:

"That's an immortal! If you don't want to die, don't treat an immortal as a pig!"

The pigs they speak of are pilgrims with bulging purses. The so-called hook means to lead the sheep.

At the end of Bluestone Street, there is a road up the hill. There is a peak in front of it, called Jade Peak. That's not the world, it's a fairyland.

Legend has it that there are countless treasures on the mountain, rare birds and beasts, Qionglin Yao Pond, and many beauties that mortals can't imagine.

Those who can live there are immortals. They have supernatural powers, they can fly to the sky and the earth, and split mountains and rivers.

But no mortal had ever seen the sight of that peak with his own eyes. Although there are countless pilgrims from all over the world, walking through this bluestone street and going up the mountain, they can only reach the "Cuiyang Palace" on the mountainside.

Donating a sum of money in the Cuiyang Palace, burning an incense, and worshipping the three clear and four imperial statues in the temple is the only thing they can do.

On the Jade Peak, there is actually a Xuanmen Taoist Temple, called "Jade Palace".

The Jade Palace has more than 8,000 outer disciples, nearly 1,000 inner disciples, nearly 100 true disciples, as well as several elders, and a person called the head of the "Biluo Holy Maiden".

Although the Xuanmen disciples of the Jade Palace are not truly immortal immortals, they have vast magical powers and are far superior to mortals, so it is actually good for the ordinary people under the mountain to call them immortals.

There are indeed countless beautiful disciples on the mountain. Sometimes these beautiful "fairies" will also pass through the bluestone street to enter and exit the mountain gate.

The number of female cultivators in ordinary sects is very small. However, because the head of the Jade Palace is a female cultivator, the number of female cultivators is relatively more than that of the ordinary Xuanmen sect, accounting for about one-third of the Quanguan disciples.

If mortals want to enter the fairyland on this mountain, there is only one way, and that is to become a disciple of the Jade Palace. This has naturally become the dream of countless young people on the Jinzhou territory of the Houtu Dynasty of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

In addition to pilgrims, there will also be immortals in their mouths, that is, Xuanmen monks. Monks generally wear Xuanmen Taoist robes, a pair of wide pipa sleeves fluttering in the wind, a head with various scarves, a muslin belt, a sword on their backs, walking like the wind, and their eyes have a special look. For the hook pig and the eye, you can know it by looking at it, and you will never be mistaken.

It's just that this fat Taoist is dressed in the clothes of an ordinary pilgrim, and it's not surprising that he is wrong. But as soon as Gou Zhu saw that on the hilt of the sword on this person's waist, an emerald jade light flickered, and then saw that this person's eyes were like torches, and Yin Tang faintly had a burst of coercion, and immediately understood that this person must be an immortal of the Jade Palace. It's just that he doesn't seem to be very happy to be recognized.

It's not a good thing that an immortal doesn't want to be noticed, and he happens to be called out.

The moment the hook pig spoke, he already had a trace of regret. Although they only spoke a few words here, since he spoke about each other, he might not go unnoticed by the monk with an extremely keen sense of hearing. Once the other party does react, it will be troublesome.

Thirty-six plans, go for the top. He grabbed the eye and jumped off the wall. Behind it is a bunch of old houses that I don't know when, long abandoned, and only a pile of ruins remains. Hook Pig pulled him and ran around for a while, not knowing how many corners he had bypassed.

"What are you running?"

"I don't know, let's run away first!"

This fat Taoist priest's surname is Chen Xuanfang, and he is a true disciple of the Jade Palace, not a small person. He had gone on a long trip this time and brought back something extremely important. But he didn't want anyone to know about it.

Therefore, he deliberately dressed in civilian clothes, and changed his appearance slightly, so as not to rumor that this matter was related to him in the rivers and lakes, and he would get into unpredictable trouble in the future.

Unexpectedly, passing by Bluestone Street, there were two mortals on the inconspicuous broken wall who recognized him as an "immortal" at a glance. Although it was only two flashing heads, the killing intent in his heart rose with it.

This kind of small pinch is the most difficult to deal with. If left unchecked, small things can lead to big disasters in the future. If you clean it up carefully, it's a bit of a fuss.

By the time he reached the broken wall, the two roe deer rats had fled like loaches in the mud. But this only provoked his unhappiness even more.

He immediately began his senses. With his cultivation, the monks within a radius of ten miles, unless there is a special method of concealment, will not be able to escape his recourse.

It's just that although this move has a miraculous effect on the monks with the true qi of the Xuanmen, it is difficult for the two mortals who have not even started to build the foundation.

The more insignificant something is, the easier it is to hide yourself.

Fortunately, his "Aoba Divine Vein" is not simple, his divine sense stretches out like a vein on a leaf, and with a little bit of looming breath, he finally discovered the traces of those two boys.

With a slight force on his feet, the whole person disappeared here as if teleporting, and then reappeared hundreds of paces away.

Hook pig has read people on this bluestone street since he was a child, and he has seen everyone, and a trace of slack eyes can bring him a good opportunity to start.

The same look with a hint of murderous intent can also bring him murder. He survived by recognizing these eyes, only this time he was taken to the pit by the right eye.

He deliberately stumbled into the crowded bazaar, flashing a whole bunch of all kinds of business guys. The last one hit a fat man. The man smiled, grabbed the two of them one in one hand.

When Hook Pig looked up, his heart was half cold, and the previous ominous premonition really came true. The fat man who grabbed them was the middle-aged immortal with a wisp of goatee. Does he really have to get along with himself?

"This boss, what are you doing with me, did you recognize the wrong person?" Hook Pig pretended to be calm while thinking about how to get out.

A hint of ferocious aura flashed in Chen Xuanfang's eyes. It wasn't too difficult for him to take these two people up the mountain, but it would be very troublesome for him if they shouted and were extremely uncooperative. His eyes rolled, and he immediately showed a kind gaze:

"No mistake. I'll tell you the truth, in fact, I'm a Taoist from the Jade Palace. Seeing that you two boys are quite good, I plan to accept you two as disciples!"

It's enough to deceive the right eye, but after more than ten years of mixing on this bluestone street, Hook Pig certainly doesn't believe that there will be such a good thing.

Not to mention the bluestone street, that is, the entire Golden State, more than ten cities, large and small, every year to come to the foot of the Jade Palace to test the root bones, there are not a million but 100,000 people, but the Jade Palace recruits more than 1,000 disciples every year. It's good to get one out of a hundred.

However, the children of wealthy nobles from all over the country enter the Jade Palace every year as outer disciples. That's because of the money, of course.

The two of them are gangsters, they have nothing to do, where did they get any bones?

Hooking the pig's eyes to look at the fat man, the corners of his mouth are warm and warm, but the more he does this, the more fake it looks. Although he is not a member of the Xuanmen, it is not once or twice that he has seen these masters in the rivers and lakes.

Of course, he didn't notice the other eye, but Hook Pig had already decided that the prospects for him and the other eye were extremely bad this time.

But he had no choice, the fat fairy's hand was holding his wrist, and his thumb seemed to be gently resting on his pulse, but it was actually as hard as iron. He struggled slightly, and his thumb was pinched like a pincer. He could only give up the struggle and run wildly with the fat immortal.

At the end of Bluestone Street is a long stone staircase that leads to the Cuiyang Hall on the mountainside. The upper treasure hall enshrines the three clear and four royal statues of the gods of the Xuanmen, but this is just a place to burn incense and pray to the gods for ordinary people.

Further up, there is the real Jade Palace, hidden in the dense forests of the mountains. Ordinary people stand on the mountainside and look up, only a green mountain forest and the mist swirling in the mountain forest. All the roads up the mountain around are guarded by the disciples of the Jade Palace, and they cannot be passed without tokens.

But the fat immortal Chen Xuanfang took the two gangsters and did not walk on the mountain avenue. He ascended straight up the steep straight cliff, like an arrow from a string through the low bushes and vines of the cliff. He could have flown to the top of the mountain. However, in order to prevent the attack of the outside road, the Jade Palace is forbidden to fly within a radius of 100 miles.

As one of the eighty-eight True Disciples, Chen Xuanfang's abiding by the rules was not so important. However, the sky above the Jade Palace is full of various prohibitions to prevent flight, and he may not be able to escape with his ability to break in.

The big event he planned for the night just needed two lives. He had originally planned to find two outer disciples who were doing miscellaneous work at random.

But when he passed through Bluestone Street at noon and met these two gangsters, he suddenly changed his mind.

The little gangsters who steal chickens and dogs on the streets of Bluestone are like rats in the gutter. The two mice are gone, and no one in this world will ever ask about them, cleanly.

If it were two miscellaneous disciples of the outer sect, the matter would be small or big. If someone deliberately can't get along with him, it's still a bit of trouble.

It can not only get rid of two hidden dangers, but also make a waste use, there is no better deal than this.

Of course, Hook Pig didn't know this, and he could only feel his right hand being pulled so violently that his feet hung in the air, and he was soaring up the cliff. This arm is almost broken. It wasn't until the top of the hanging door that the fat man stopped to rest. His arms finally relaxed.

Although Hook Pig and Eye Pair grew up in Qingshi Street, the highest only reached the Shangfang Treasure Hall. As for the top of this hanging door, I would never dare to come up.

Jade Peak is the main peak, which is thousands of feet high. On all sides are more than ten sub-peaks of large and small, each of which has its own name. One of them is the hanging gate, which is named after a huge stone gate on top of the Shangfang Treasure Hall where pilgrims burn incense.

This door is blue-gray, ten feet high, and imposing. In the middle of the stone gate, the blue light shone like rippling water, obviously with a strong prohibition, guarding the entrance to the Jade Palace.

The undulating peaks in a radius of hundreds of miles are like a group of green-clothed fairies, clustering around the jade peak in the center.

At a cursory glance, I saw a thick emerald green on the jade peak, thinking that it was all vegetation.

But if you take a closer look, the emerald green Lin Mang actually formed a heavy palace room, layer by layer, with mountains and mountains, and stacked them according to the jade peak.

The whole jade peak, like a green and exquisite pagoda, the crystal waterfall flows down, setting off a mist that looks like a white light yarn, and the sun shines through, showing a five-color rainbow.

The sky and the earth are light and the wind is light, there is no summer at all, it is really a fairyland on earth.