Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 11 Fairy Mountain and Fairy Beast
There is a path through the mountain of books.
But there is no such thing on the fairy mountain. At least the fairy mountain in front of us does not have any mountain roads, or even any traces of human activities.
Even a cultivator who can fly would not be interested in this place full of huge rocks, steep mountains, and few signs of life.
However, Wang Chen enjoyed it very much. With every step he climbed, he could feel the majesty of the mountain, and he felt like a tiny insect.
A bug with an idea.
The sky had already darkened, but the weather was very good and the moonlight was very bright. Wang Chen felt that every time he put force into his steps and took a big step upward with his hands holding the rock, he would be closer to the enchanting starry sky.
He probed the edge of the rock with his palm, then gripped the top of the rock with both hands. With the friction provided by his feet, he naturally raised his upper body, then climbed onto a stone platform, and his vision suddenly opened up.
The mountain here has become less steep, like a magnificent hillside. There are more green plants, but there are still huge rocks lying around, and many plants have turned withered and yellow.
Not far away, he saw a yellow-haired mountain wolf as big as a dog looking at him vigilantly. Because it was dark, the mountain wolf's eyes were very green, making it look somewhat sinister and cruel.
The claws of this mountain wolf are like iron hooks. After they pop out from their soft feet, they are deep enough to embed into the rocks, allowing them to hunt prey on the cliffs.
However, this predator does not pose a threat to Wang Chen.
So this is probably a good place to rest.
After his eyes slightly turned to the mountain wolf, Wang Chen's gaze turned to a broken boulder in front of him.
He seemed to have fallen from the top of a mountain, as big as a small hill, and the broken part of the rock was facing Wang Chen.
From afar, in the jagged broken rocks, Wang Chen saw specks of golden light, flickering in the moonlight.
It actually looks familiar.
Is it gold ore?
Gold is undoubtedly a rare metal. In addition to being used to make expensive gold ornaments, its stability also makes it a substance that is difficult to find a substitute for.
But no matter what, it is human society that gives it value, and it is obvious that the cultivation world is not very interested in gold.
It is said that the Fan Kingdom likes gold, but from the perspective of the cultivation world as a whole, a pound of gold is not as good as the tooth of an exotic beast.
Wang Chen walked forward to take a closer look, but he soon discovered that the color did not seem to be the color of metal.
He stretched out his hand, grasped a piece of gravel and applied slight force. With a light "click" sound, a piece of golden gravel appeared in his hand.
Holding it in front of your eyes and looking at it carefully, you can see that this gravel is no different from ordinary rocks in terms of texture and density.
However, the golden light still flickered, as if the ordinary stones were dyed golden by something.
Wang Chen looked up at the top of the mountain in confusion, and it was still surrounded by white mist.
Using the angle between the gravel and the mountain to block the mountain wind, he took out his fox fur coat and leaned against the huge golden rock. The mountain wind suddenly became much smaller.
Then he pulled out a small brown leather notebook.
Use the long feathers from a goose's wings and dip it in black ink with special berry properties.
Wang Chen placed the small animal skin notebook on the bag and wrote seriously under the bright moonlight.
"On the first day of climbing the Immortal Mountain, there was nothing special, except for a thumb-sized piece of gold and stone that looked familiar for some reason, like the light of the Heavenly Road that had been diluted a hundred times. I looked up, but still couldn't see the top of the mountain. The only problem was that mountain wolf meat was very fishy, and I had no desire to hunt."
After closing the notebook, Wang Chen put the bag behind him and rested for the night.
The sun and the moon look down on all living things, but do not stop for anyone.
In the thick white fog, Wang Chen and Xiao Yao sat on a protruding rock and ate dried animal meat. The morning breeze blew away the tiredness from getting up early.
Today is the fifth day of climbing the fairy mountain.
Then, at the end of the sea of clouds in the sky, a red sun slowly rose, and the two of them cheered in unison, as if their fate would change with the rising of the sun.
Then Wang Chen stood up. Below him was a bottomless valley. At this moment, he was surrounded by thick fog that could not be dispelled by the sun.
He turned around and looked up at the top of the mountain not far away. He felt extremely relaxed. Then he lowered his center of gravity and continued to climb up.
The weather is nice, suitable for hiking.
Just like Wang Chen's mood, the mountain soon became less steep and Wang Chen stopped in front of a cliff.
This cliff was obviously formed after the cliff wall fell off, and the traces of the fracture have not been fully weathered yet and are new marks.
There is a very deep cave close to the mountain. Its shape is irregular, but Wang Chen inexplicably feels that the shape of the cave is somewhat like a handprint full of Sanskrit flavor.
But it's not complete.
Sure enough, he found the other half of the handprint on the other side of the cliff, which also penetrated the cliff and formed a very deep cave.
It is clearly the same hand print, but it is twisted into two halves. Is this really just a strange sight caused by a battle between monks with great supernatural powers?
His body shook unnoticeably, and he stood very steadily, but his pupils were shrinking, and his right hand had moved to the scabbard at his waist in a very natural and unnoticeable posture.
That was the scimitar Yangla gave him, bright and sharp.
"Wang Chen... there is one behind you..."
When she was in the jungle, Xiaoyao had seen many ferocious beasts, but at this moment her tone was a little flustered, perhaps because it was something she had never seen before.
The mountain wind was very strong and cold, whistling in his ears, but Wang Chen was unaware of it. His whole body remained motionless, like a granite sculpture.
His muscles were tense and he could clearly feel his feet on the ground, ready to respond at any time.
The things behind seem to be integrated with the entire environment.
Besides the barely detectable fishy smell mixed with a sound that seemed to be doubtful and tentative, as if it was a snoring sound coming from the throat...
The mountain breeze blew a few strands of golden hair right in front of my eyes.
The thing behind me was closer, its tall body facing away from the sun, casting a deadly shadow and bringing a terrifying sense of oppression.
At this time, a rumbling sound came from the distant mountains, and it was closer in the blink of an eye, as if some ancient giant beast was galloping among the rocks, with extremely fast footsteps, and rushed up the mountain in an instant.
At the same time, the pressure was relieved and the mysterious existence behind him disappeared instantly.
Wang Chen turned around suddenly and saw a burly lion as tall as two people, moving between the rocks like an agile cat. Its front paws were unusually thick and emitting... the same golden color as that of the special rocks!
The lion was chasing a yak that was running wildly. Its horns shone a dazzling golden color under the sun. Its limbs were very strong, enough to support its huge body that was as big as a house. Wherever its hooves landed, the hard rocks were crushed into powder.
He was a little surprised, but he saw a white shadow flash from where he was climbing the cliff.
Wang Chen looked at it in shock, and saw that it was a snow-white goat with long limbs and its head held high. It inexplicably gave people a feeling of arrogance, but the beard under its mouth was golden, and its eyes were actually flashing with a light full of wisdom.
It paced back and forth, glanced at Wang Chen with a sidelong glance, then kicked off with both feet and leaped up the mountain in an elegant posture.
Standing in the wind, Wang Chen stared blankly, his heart beating violently twice.
"Some ordinary wild beasts have been enlightened by immortals and have turned into immortal beasts..."
Thinking of these three strange beasts whose parts of their bodies seemed to be cast in gold, Wang Chen suddenly realized that there might be no immortals in this fairy mountain.
"But it is very likely that there is a chance."
He thought of the golden short grasses and plants he had seen along the way, which had been eaten along with their branches and leaves, and some had even been uprooted, leaving only a few roots.
Human beings are a collection of contradictions. On the one hand, they can quickly accept reality and give up the goals they are pursuing, but once they have the opportunity, they can run for their lives.
It’s like there are two choices in front of Wang Chen now, but in fact there is only one.
It is impossible to go down the mountain unless you walk to the top and then jump off.
After smearing all the dry pollen that concealed the smell on his body, Wang Chen continued to walk up the mountain along the mountain road, following the footprints of the three strange beasts .
