Eternal Sacred King Chapter 59: The Gate of the Mist
The reason why Su Zimo didn't leave Pingyang Town immediately was because he had to wait for Zhou Dingyun.
If Zhou Dingyun returns to Pingyang Town and cannot find Su Zimo, he will definitely transfer his target to the Su family.
The edict of the emperor has a great deterrent effect on the kingdom of princes, and may not be useful for Qi practitioners, let alone a disciple of Bixia Palace, one of the five sects.
Zhou Dingyun is not dead, and Su Zimo is worried about leaving.
As Su Zimo said to Zhou Dingyun, from the moment I let you go, I knew you would come back.
It’s just that Su Zimo doesn’t know when Zhou Dingyun will be back.
But he was willing to wait. Xu was not at ease Zhou Dingyun, Xu was because of his nostalgia and dependence on the mansion, the practice field, and someone.
This wait is half a year.
For half a year, Su Zimo has not rushed to practice the fourth chapter of the Twelve Monsters of the Wilderness, but continued to practice the first three chapters of body tempering, tending, and bone forging, strengthening the physical body and continuing to refine the body. The sealed essence of Chi Yan Guo.
Su Zimo's realm has improved very obviously, and the first three articles are close to success.
In his free time, Su Zimo also trains archery in the practice ground.
Being able to pierce the heart with more than a dozen arrows is also the result of six months of hard archery practice.
killed Zhou Dingyun, Su Zimo no longer had any reason to stay in Pingyang Town, but he was a little bit inexplicably lost in his heart.
Su Zimo returned to the mansion, stood at the door, looking at the peach trees not far away, his eyes blurred, and he did not want to leave for a long time.
The dark clouds dispersed, the moonlight was like water, and the peach blossoms fell one after another, just like the night two years ago, except that the Iraqi people were not there.
Su Zimo recalled a poem he had read. In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face reflected red, and the human face did not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze.
When he was a teenager, Su Zimo didn't understand the artistic conception in these four lines of poem.
And now, Su Zimo is nineteen years old, and the youthfulness gradually disappeared from his face, and he finally realized the kind of melancholy that things are right and wrong.
Su Zimo will never forget. It was that night, when he was most frustrated, most confused, and most helpless, when a woman stood among the falling peach blossoms and took him into practice.
Su Zimo smiled, stretched out his hands, and slowly closed the door of the mansion.
The closed door locks not only this mansion, but also a very precious memory of Su Zimo.
This door of memory will only open when I meet that person again.
Su Zimo is looking forward to that day.
After a long time, when the night faded, Su Zimo took a deep breath and regained clarity in his eyes. He took out an animal skin map from his arms, distinguished it carefully, and strode toward the meteor in one direction.
Behind him, a ray of light broke through the mist.
The rising sun.
A new day has begun.
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In the southwest of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is a very famous area nearby.
There is a heavy fog covering this place all year round. Looking from a distance, it seems to be wrapped in countless unpredictable clouds, misty and dusty, not like a human world.
Someone who has something good breaks into the fog. If you want to find out, it won't be long before they return to the place.
Over time, the nearby villagers also realized that this is a place where immortals live, and mortals cannot approach it.
Every year, in the thick fog, there will be a few days, you can vaguely see a section of mountain peaks, towering into the clouds, majestic atmosphere.
Every time at this time, nearby villagers would kneel down towards the mountain, praying that the weather this year will be smooth and healthy.
On this day, a scholar in green shirt came here.
It's not accurate to say that he is a scholar.
This person looks pretty, but he wore a long knife around his waist and a **** bow on his shoulders. He was dressed quite differently.
This scholar in blue shirt is not someone else, but Su Zimo who left Pingyang Town.
Ji Yaoxue guessed right, Su Zimo really wanted to worship the Misty Peak.
On the one hand, Miao Miaofeng seemed mysterious in Ji Yaoxue's eyes, and there must be something extraordinary.
On the other hand, Mengmen Peak is the closest to Yan Country. If something happens, Su Zimo can rush back as soon as possible.
is just on the map. The Miaofeng Peak only marked a rough location. Su Zimo came here and was in the fog, but couldn't find the Miaofeng Peak.
Su Zimo walked for a day, and walked back to the original place several times, without a clue.
In this heavy fog, the line of sight was blocked, and the visibility was extremely low. With Su Zimo's eyesight, he could only see ten meters away.
This place seems to be a maze. I go around in the fog, but I can't find an exit.
"Weird."
Su Zimo returned to the place, looking at the mist not far in front of him, frowning in thought.
Ji Yaoxue once said to him that it is much harder to worship the Misty Peak than other sects, not only depends on whether a person has spiritual roots, the level of spiritual roots, there are other levels, even many Even high-level air trainers can't come into it.
However, this is also where Su Zimo attracted Su Zimo.
If like Bixia Palace, recruiting disciples only depends on the quality of Linggen, such a sect is nothing surprising in Su Zimo's eyes.
"It seems that it takes a lot of effort to worship the Misty Peak."
Su Zimo vaguely guessed that the heavy fog in front of me might be the first pass to worship the Misty Peak.
If you can’t pass this level, I’m afraid you won’t even be able to see the true misty peaks, let alone worship into the sect.
Seeing that the sky is getting late~ IndoMTL.com~ Su Zimo plans to find a place to rest for the night, think about how to break the game, and make plans tomorrow morning.
The mist in front of my eyes is bound to be famous, and it is definitely not the way to break through.
There is a small village not far from here. A woman is preparing dinner, a strong man returns home with firewood, a hunter carries his prey home, and two old people are squatting at the entrance of the village with a chessboard in front of them. The child played against each other, and there were children chasing and playing in the village.
A happy scene.
Seeing this scene, Su Zimo felt warm and smiled and walked quickly towards the village.
"Old man, under Su Zimo, a native of Yan country, there is no place to stay tonight. I wonder if I can spend the night here?" Su Zimo came to the entrance of the village, looked at the two old people who were playing against each other, and asked with a bow. .
The two old men seem to be immersed in the game, unable to be distracted.
Su Zimo gave a light cough and asked again.
The two old men still did not speak, each holding a chess piece, staring at the chessboard intently, and occasionally dropped a piece with solemn expressions.
Su Zimo is a little embarrassed.
The two old people did not respond, and Su Zimo rushed into the village, looking a bit rude.
Su Zimo smiled, then turned and left.
With his ability, he can spend the night anywhere with the sky as a blanket and the ground as a cover.
The reason why I want to stay in this village is only because in this village, Su Zimo feels the long-lost fireworks in the world, and it is very warm.
Su Zimo was about to leave, his eyes fell on the chessboard of the two old men inadvertently, and gradually froze.
This game of chess is very fierce. The two sides are in a stalemate. Every time they make a move and make a slight mistake, they will lose all the games.
Su Zimo wanted to have nothing to do with him, so he might as well stand by and watch the game after watching this game of chess.