Chapter 476: Where the Great Omen Lies (High energy in this chapter)

Fu Fu Taiyue, the painter best at portraiture in Puluo Prefecture, appeared on a mountain, a mountain that shouldn't have appeared in this territory.

Did he paint this mountain?

What kind of cultivation does this old gentleman have to be able to paint such a massive mountain?

What is his purpose in painting a mountain in my territory?

Could it be that he saw that this territory is special and wants to come and grab the territory?

Li Li Banfeng looked at Fu Fu Taiyue's hands. Fu Fu Taiyue's sleeves were very long, and his hands were tucked into his sleeves. Li Li Banfeng suspected he was holding some kind of weapon or magic treasure.

If he wants to make a move, he must not let him seize the initiative.

Fu Fu Taiyue looked at the painting on the desk and suddenly opened his mouth: "Are you willing to learn painting?"

Learn painting?

Li Li Banfeng once asked him to learn painting. Does he still remember this matter?

Because his painting style was too freehand, and Li Li Banfeng's technique of hiding beauty in a golden house required realism, and learning painting from him without a foundation was too difficult and the results were too slow, so Li Li Banfeng ultimately didn't learn painting from him. At that time, Fu Fu Taiyue even lost his temper because of this.

Now, this old painter seems to have changed his painting style. This portrait on the desk was painted very realistically. Li Li Banfeng had followed the Pendulum and Hong Ying to learn painting techniques for a period of time and could see many techniques and methods from the painting.

Talk to him about painting first, build a slope to get off the donkey, and then ask the truth.

Li Li Banfeng said: "I especially like painting, please give me some guidance, old gentleman."

Fu Fu Taiyue stared at the painting on the desk and didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, Fu Fu Taiyue seemed to have some feelings. He picked up the brush and dipped some ink on the inkstone.

His sleeves were too long. Li Li Banfeng still couldn't see his hands, only seeing a brush extending from the cuff, sketching the face of the man on the painting.

His handling of details was admirable. With every stroke added, the spirit of the character increased by one point.

Fu Fu Taiyue explained while painting: "The hair must be a little bit fluttering, so that it can show that there is wind.

A winter without wind always makes people feel it's not cold enough. If winter isn't cold enough, this scarf is useless.

But the hair can't flutter too much, the wind can't be too strong, otherwise people can't open their eyes when facing the wind."

This is dry goods. In a few words, Li Li Banfeng learned a lot of knowledge from this old gentleman.

Fu Fu Taiyue entered the state. The slope was built, and it was about time to get off the donkey. Li Li Banfeng asked: "Please teach me, Master Fu, what is the key to painting a mountain?"

After waiting for a few minutes, Fu Fu Taiyue didn't speak.

The slope was so smooth, why didn't he come down?

Does he have a way to guard against the Foolish Cultivation Technique?

This possibility is not high. First, the Foolish Cultivation Technique is not so easy to guard against, and second, not many people know about the Foolish Cultivation Technique.

Li Li Banfeng wanted to test him again. A cold wind blew, and a dark cloud drifted in the sky, seemingly about to rain.

Fu Fu Taiyue put down the brush, and his expression changed slightly.

Is this because he noticed I was fishing for information and wants to fight me?

Should I fight him?

If this mountain was really painted by Fu Fu Taiyue, Li Li Banfeng is equivalent to being in Fu Fu Taiyue's painted world. The painted world must be absolutely dominated by Fu Fu Taiyue.

If he starts a war with Fu Fu Taiyue here, Li Li Banfeng will suffer a big loss, and the Leaving Suishenju is not by his side, but in a mountain cave repairing the station. In a critical moment, there is no retreat.

Li Li Banfeng said "Goodbye" and turned to leave.

Fu Fu Taiyue said from behind: "Leaving so soon? Not learning a bit more?"

Li Li Banfeng said: "I've learned enough for today, I'll go back and study it well."

Fu Fu Taiyue picked up the brush again, his eyes fixed on the painting: "I knew you were a genius at painting the first time I saw you. Follow me and learn well, you will have a future in the future."

Li Li Banfeng smiled indifferently.

That's a way of saying it, as if I have no future now.

"I'll come to visit tomorrow." Li Li Banfeng went down the mountain.

Fu Fu Taiyue was still painting on the mountain, saying while painting: "I knew you were a good seedling for this line the first time I saw you.

This line is not easy to learn. How many people practice hard for a lifetime and are just painters, not artists?

They don't understand the artistic realm here. The artistic realm depends entirely on talent. Without talent, no matter how much hard work you put in, it's useless.

You have talent, rare talent. As long as you follow me, whether in painting skills or the Daoist gate, you will definitely become a grandmaster in the future!"

While speaking, he made some modifications to the painting. The young man in the painting looked very excited, shedding tears of excitement.

Fu Fu Taiyue sighed: "You always say you want to be a literary cultivator, but there are literary cultivators everywhere in this world. Do you really have talent among them?

You are in your prime, don't waste it, otherwise you will regret it later. The Dao of painting is your way out. As a master, I will never lie to you!"

The young man in the painting looked at Fu Fu Taiyue and nodded vigorously.

Returning to the Leaving Suishenju, Li Li Banfeng said: "Old Master, I have something to ask you."

The Old Master didn't answer. Li Li Banfeng vaguely heard a burst of singing: "Run on flat ground, cross mountains and rivers, puff puff puff, smoke comes out. Add coal and water, we're on the road, the train starts, power is boundless..."

He was singing the Train Ballad.

The Phonograph said: "The Old Master has been singing since early morning and hasn't stopped. Repairing the large station made him very happy. Husband, what do you want to ask the Old Master?"

Li Li Banfeng said: "A painting cultivator came to my territory. His level is quite high. He painted a massive mountain, and people can paint in the mountain. For a moment, I couldn't tell which was the painting and which was the person."

The words were a bit convoluted, but the Lady heard clearly: "Painting cultivators using paintings to sneak into other people's homes has happened before. Xue Yingying has even experienced it."

Hong Ying spat and said: "Bah! What do you mean I experienced it? I saw it!"

"Tell that story to your husband!"

Hong Ying said: "When I was eleven, my second brother was preparing for the imperial examination. Everything was taken care of, and the exam was just a formality, but he still had to read some books.

He said he was afraid others would disturb his peace, so he moved to the east courtyard to study. After a few days, my second brother didn't make any progress in his studies, but his body got worse and worse. He couldn't walk two miles without breaking into a cold sweat.

Father invited a physician to see him, but only said his body was weak and he needed more nourishment. That day, my mother boiled soup and asked me to send it to him. As a result, when I entered his room, I found him drilling into a painting on the wall.

I was scared to death and hurriedly told my father. My father asked someone to look at the painting, and only then did he know it was the means of a painting cultivator.

This painting was a gift from a friend to my second brother. The painting was by the talented woman Mu Yuejuan. This Mu Yuejuan was both a painting cultivator and a joy cultivator. Relying on her paintings, she didn't know how many young men she had seduced. If it had been discovered later, my second brother's life would have been gone."

Li Li Banfeng said: "What happened later? Where did the painting go? Where did Mu Yuejuan go?"

Hong Ying said: "The painting was burned by my father, but burning it was useless. Mu Yuejuan had hundreds of similar paintings, and each painting was connected to the others.

She could walk from one painting to another, and no one could catch her. My brother felt he had slept with more than seventy beauties, but in fact, it was just Mu Yuejuan alone, she just used painting techniques to change her makeup."

Li Li Banfeng smacked his lips: "Such a good painting, it's a pity it was burned."

The Phonograph said angrily: "What do you want to do?"

Li Li Banfeng explained: "I want to study the combat techniques of painting cultivators."

The Phonograph sneered: "You can't even distinguish between a door and a household; what techniques can you know?

Husband, the painting cultivator sent the painting to your territory. This matter is a bit troublesome. You must not fight him in his painting, or you will definitely suffer a big loss."

This was the same as what Li Li Banfeng had expected.

Hong Ying said: "Then just burn his painting!"

The Phonograph said: "It's not that easy to burn. Painting cultivators have fireproofing means. Besides, do you know where he painted the mountain? What if he painted it on the ground? You're going to burn the land too?

Husband, if this painting cultivator has no malice, it's fine to let him stay in your territory for a few days. If this painting cultivator has malice, you'd better lure him out of the painting before making a move."

Hong Ying said: "What if he can't be lured out?"

The Phonograph scolded: "Who is like you, a useless person who knows nothing but fighting and killing? Husband is a person with means!"

Li Li Banfeng pondered for a moment, took out pen and ink, and started painting.

After using more than three hours, Li Li Banfeng painted a picture of a beauty. Hong Ying praised it repeatedly after seeing it: "Qi Lang's painting skills have improved. If this painting is sent to a painting workshop, it can also fetch a good price."

Even the blood-containing Pendulum, who had never appreciated ink paintings, praised Li Li Banfeng highly: "This painting has spirituality. If the master changes it to an oil painting, it can also be painted very movingly."

Li Li Banfeng looked at the beauty painting and shook his head slightly: "It's still a bit lacking. I always feel it's missing a bit of spiritual energy. I'll go up the mountain tomorrow and talk to him about painting again."

That night, Li Li Banfeng slept in the Leaving Suishenju holding the Phonograph. Sleeping until after three in the morning, Li Li Banfeng suddenly woke up.

The Phonograph saw him covered in sweat and asked with concern: "Husband, what's wrong?"

Li Li Banfeng said: "I want to go see that old painter again."

The Phonograph was a bit puzzled: "Husband, what are you going to see in the middle of the night? Can't you wait until tomorrow?"

"I'm worried he'll run away overnight."

The Phonograph smiled: "The New Land doesn't distinguish between day and night. If he wants to run, does he have to wait until night?

Besides, if he runs away, wouldn't it just happen to fulfill your wish?"

"That's true." Li Li Banfeng lay back on the bed, feeling restless in his heart, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

After a while, he sat up again: "I still have to go see. If he runs away, that's fine, but I'm afraid he'll take action against my territory."

Li Li Banfeng brought a pile of magic treasures, left the Leaving Suishenju, and ran all the way toward the large mountain.

Once he started running, Li Li Banfeng's mood calmed down a lot. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the foot of the mountain. Just as Li Li Banfeng stopped, the Judge's Pen said: "So fast?"

I am an eighth-layer traveling cultivator; isn't it normal to be fast?

Is this kind of thing worth the Judge's Pen saying three words?

The Glove said: "Master, you were indeed fast today. I was staying in your pocket and didn't dare to move, for fear of being thrown off."

Li Li Banfeng moved his knees and really felt that his legs were especially strong.

He just wanted to go up the mountain, when he suddenly heard a thunderclap.

Rumble!

Li Li Banfeng shivered.

Such a big person, not to mention being scared by thunder, but what's with this shiver?

When he first learned techniques, Li Li Banfeng still remembered the coachman's teaching: the key to seeking good fortune and avoiding evil lies in being careful. Traveling cultivators walk thousands of mountains and rivers, and every step must be weighed against their own lives.

Although he didn't perceive any danger, Li Li Banfeng decided not to go up the mountain tonight.

But if he doesn't go up the mountain, how can he know Fu Fu Taiyue's situation?

As long as he guards against his sneak attack, that's enough. Li Li Banfeng decided to walk around the territory.

It was almost dawn when Li Li Banfeng returned. The Phonograph complained: "Husband, why were you gone for so long? You only stayed at home for a few hours yesterday?

How can an eighth-layer residential cultivator be like you? Thanks to our Old Master being busy repairing the station, otherwise he would definitely have had a fight with you."

Li Li Banfeng wiped the sweat from his body: "I couldn't rest easy, so I walked around the territory. I'll stay at home today."

Sleeping until noon, Li Li Banfeng couldn't stay still again. He found an excuse and went out again.

The Old Master was busy with the station, and indeed had no mood to pay attention to Li Li Banfeng. Li Li Banfeng went to see the ground-breaking plot first. Chu Er and the Old Ox each led their people to rest on the plot.

They made an agreement to fight only for one afternoon every day, and rest the rest of the time, not sneak attacking each other, and even less attacking the other side's wounded soldiers.

Sleeping until noon, Li Li Banfeng couldn't sit still anymore; he wanted to go out for a walk, so he found an excuse and left the house again.

After the battle started, both sides were still evenly matched. Li Li Banfeng didn't stay long and returned to the Leaving Suishenju to get the painting supplies, and went to the mountain again.

There was no thunder this time. It should be safe to go up the mountain now. The humidity in the mountain was even heavier than yesterday, and the painting paper Li Li Banfeng brought was soaked quite a bit.

After circling the mountain more than a dozen times, Li Li Banfeng finally found Fu Fu Taiyue. His hands were covered by his sleeves, the tip of the brush was exposed outside the sleeves, and there was a lot of ink on the sleeves.

The portrait from yesterday was gone, perhaps it was finished. He painted a new work today.

This time he painted a middle-aged man in his forties, with pen, ink, and inkstone beside him, his eyes full of longing.

But Fu Fu Taiyue still didn't paint the hands. Li Li Banfeng still couldn't distinguish the actions of the person in the painting.

Both the Pendulum and Hong Ying had said that painting hands is a hard skill, but with Fu Fu Taiyue's strength, he shouldn't have problems with basic skills.

"Master Fu, you have never painted hands. Is there any reason for this?"

Fu Fu Taiyue was silent for a long time and said: "Have you realized the artistic realm of the Dao of painting?"

Is it too early to talk about artistic realm now?

Besides, I don't intend to enter the Dao of painting.

Li Li Banfeng didn't rush to build a slope, first focusing on learning painting techniques.

He asked the Glove to help him bring the desk, paper, pen, and inkstone, practicing while learning.

By noon, Li Li Banfeng felt he had learned enough for today, asked the Glove to put away the desk, and left a hundred silver dollars for the old gentleman.

The tuition fee for a famous painter in Puluo Prefecture is worth this amount. Paying for learning painting is a matter of course. Building a slope doesn't necessarily have to rely on the tongue.

Does this old gentleman have anything to eat in this desolate mountain?

Li Li Banfeng took two cans and placed them beside Fu Fu Taiyue, and went down the mountain alone.

Fu Fu Taiyue stared at his painting, staring for several hours.

In the evening, he used a porcelain cup to catch some dew, wanting to put it into the inkstone to grind ink, but was a bit reluctant.

He put the porcelain cup to his mouth, his eyes full of longing.

The man in the painting said to Fu Fu Taiyue: "You can't drink it, you absolutely can't drink it."

Fu Fu Taiyue opened his mouth and poured the water into his mouth.

The man in the painting reminded: "You can't swallow it, hurry up and spit it out!"

Fu Fu Taiyue held it for a while, then spat it out.

He looked at the cans on the ground.

This time he really couldn't hold back.

The man in the painting said again: "You can't eat it, you can't eat even one bite, if you eat it, it's over."

Fu Fu Taiyue said: "Waiting to starve to death like this, isn't that also over?"

The man in the painting said: "Living one more day is one day, maybe you can rush down the mountain?"

Fu Fu Taiyue shook his head: "Can't go down, going down is useless!"

He used his teeth to bite open the tin directly, and poured all the meat and soup in the can into his mouth.

He chewed for a long time, but this time he couldn't bear to spit it out.

He swallowed it, and then bit open another can.

The man in the painting sighed constantly, but there was nothing he could do.

That night, Li Li Banfeng woke up again in the middle of the night.

The Phonograph yawned and asked: "Husband, you can't sleep again?"

"I still want to go out and see."

Hong Ying yawned and said: "Tossing like this, it's become a heart disease. Discuss with the Old Master another day, let me out, and I'll beat that painter to death, then we'll be at ease."

While speaking, Li Li Banfeng had already packed his things and went out.

Li Li Banfeng had been gone for a while, and the Phonograph felt something was wrong: "Xue Yingying, I have something to ask you."

"What are you asking again?" Hong Ying said impatiently, "He's finished tossing, and you're tossing. Can't people sleep?"

"Why does husband always want to run outside?"

"He has a lover outside, are you angry?"

"Look at his appearance, is he about to be promoted?"

"Promoted to what?" Hong Ying hummed, "He just promoted to the eighth layer. Do you think cultivation is so easy to earn?"

"Cultivation, easy to earn..." The Phonograph pondered for a long time and suddenly said, "Maybe he really earned a lot of cultivation. That mountain might not be painted!"

Hong Ying didn't understand: "If it's not painted, where else could it come from?"

Where from?

The Phonograph couldn't think of it for a while.

"Old Master," the Phonograph called, "You call that crazy man back first."

The Leaving Suishenju didn't respond.

Hong Ying said: "He has been busy repairing the station, didn't close his eyes all night last night, and was busy all day today. He is sleeping soundly now, how can you wake him up?"

"Repairing the station, large station... Heavenly Heart Stone, I said how could it be such a coincidence!" The Phonograph shouted, "It's not good! Old Master, get up! Call that crazy man back!"

Li Li Banfeng went up the mountain, walking all the way, Li Li Banfeng talking to himself all the way: "Must find out his intention, otherwise I won't be able to sleep peacefully!"

The Judge's Pen said: "Is it really because of him?"

Not because of him?

Then who else could it be?

All over the mountains and plains, circling for nearly a night, walking I don't know how many miles, Li Li Banfeng finally found Fu Fu Taiyue.

The middle-aged man painted yesterday was also finished. Today, what was painted was a sixty-year-old man, exactly Fu Fu Taiyue himself.

This time he still didn't paint the hands.

Li Li Banfeng looked at Fu Fu Taiyue's own hands. His hands were behind his back, covered in his sleeves. From the outside, there didn't seem to be anything unusual.

From the two previous contacts, Fu Fu Taiyue was very deep in the city. This slope-building matter must not be rushed.

Li Li Banfeng set up his desk, painted quietly, waited for more than an hour, and Fu Fu Taiyue opened his mouth:

"Ten years, can only exchange for one layer of cultivation. The road of cultivation is really difficult."

Li Li Banfeng responded: "Isn't every Daoist gate like this?"

Fu Fu Taiyue sighed: "But the art of painting has no end. I have just started on the road, but this life has come to an end."

Hearing his words, Li Li Banfeng felt a little relieved. Fu Fu Taiyue was clearly not yet in the clouds.

"Master Fu, your painting skills are already very high."

"I have painted so many paintings for that Mountain Deity. The Mountain Deity told me that only by going to the place of extreme yin can one appreciate the highest realm of painting art. Do you dare to go?"

Fu Fu Taiyue began to reveal key information.

When Li Li Banfeng went to Fu Fu Taiyue's house, he had indeed seen the Mountain Deity he painted, which was very imposing.

Did the Mountain Deity ask him to come here?

Fu Fu Taiyue looked at the scroll and repeated: "The place of extreme yin, do you dare to go?"

Li Li Banfeng said: "I am still far from that realm. Master Fu has already reached that realm. I think you must dare to go."

Fu Fu Taiyue looked at his painting and said again: "But the Mountain Deity also said that going to the place of extreme yin is a narrow escape."

Li Li Banfeng asked: "Which Mountain Deity are you talking about? Where is the place of extreme yin?"

Fu Fu Taiyue spoke to his painting again: "What if it's a narrow escape? You are already so old. If you don't go again, you won't have a chance in this life.

But that place is too special. Even if I want to go, I might not be able to go."

Li Li Banfeng didn't speak again.

He was thinking about one thing.

Who was Fu Fu Taiyue talking to?

From the current situation, Fu Fu Taiyue had been talking to his own portrait. He should be talking to himself.

Thinking about the previous situation, could it be that he had been talking to himself for the past few days?

Fu Fu Taiyue stared at the painting and continued: "The Mountain Deity said that the mountain is coming soon. Are you going or not?"

The mountain is coming?

Can a mountain move?

The portrait on the painting opened its mouth and said to Fu Fu Taiyue: "The mountain is not coming at the right time. In early spring, there is a lot of rain!"

Fu Fu Taiyue shook his head: "It didn't rain when I went up the mountain."

The portrait said: "But as soon as I reached the top of the mountain, the heavy rain didn't stop!"

What would happen if it rained?

Fu Fu Taiyue said: "I could have avoided it, but I'm old, my eyes are blurry, and my hands and feet are not flexible."

The portrait sighed: "It would be fine if you could go down the mountain earlier."

"I really want to go down the mountain, but I can't find the way down. Once I'm poisoned by them, I can never find the way down again."

The portrait said: "Actually, you ran to the foot of the mountain. If you ran another two or three miles, you could have completely rushed out."

Fu Fu Taiyue said: "I want to rush out, but I can't run anymore."

The portrait sighed: "You should have cut off your hand at that time. Losing one hand would at least save your life."

Fu Fu Taiyue shook his head: "I can't be without hands. That's my right hand. Without my right hand, how can I paint?"

A cold wind blew, and dark clouds suddenly gathered.

Rumble!

A thunderclap sounded. Fu Fu Taiyue looked at the portrait and said: "I'll paint hands for you. I'm about to forget what you look like. Once I can't remember you, I'll be completely finished."

The portrait didn't speak. Fu Fu Taiyue took the brush and painted two arms on the scroll.

Li Li Banfeng wasn't sure if those were arms. He couldn't see the hands, nor could he see the upper or lower arms. He only saw Fu Fu Taiyue paint two pieces of flesh on the portrait's shoulders, swollen and twisted pieces of flesh.

The portrait said: "My hands don't look like that."

"But my hands look like that..." Fu Fu Taiyue's right hand stretched out from his sleeve.

Fu Fu Taiyue's hand was not a hand either, but a piece of flesh like the one in the painting, without skin, like a piece of meat that had been rotten for a long time, with thick pus hanging on the meat, sticking to the brush.

"My hands have become like this, I can't even hide them," Fu Fu Taiyue said expressionlessly, "It's over, this time it's really over."

Rumble! The thunder sounded again!

Splash!

It rained.

"Thirsty, I want to drink water!" Fu Fu Taiyue raised his head, opened his mouth, and drank the rainwater greedily.

The portrait shouted: "Can't drink, can't drink!"

Fu Fu Taiyue, who drank the rainwater, his head swelled rapidly, his hair and beard fell out rapidly, and his eyes and ears fell to the ground.

His body swelled along with his head, his skin cracked layer by layer, and fat and flesh surged out along the cracks, quickly covering his whole body.

In less than a minute, Fu Fu Taiyue was unrecognizable, his whole body covered in pus, blood, and grease. On his round head, only one mouth remained, roaring at Li Li Banfeng.

"Zhi ya!"

The roar was sharp and shrill. Li Li Banfeng was really afraid of hurting the Thread-pulling Earring.

What kind of monster is this?

Is this an illusion created by Fu Fu Taiyue using a scroll?

Li Li Banfeng's figure disappeared suddenly. He wanted to use the technique of looking at flowers while riding a horse to test the other party.

Fu Fu Taiyue stood still and didn't move. He didn't track Li Li Banfeng's figure, and it seemed he didn't receive any damage from the technique of looking at flowers while riding a horse.

"Zhi ya!"

Fu Fu Taiyue roared again.

The Judge's Pen suddenly shouted: "Ghost, Dao Lao Ghost!"

What is a Dao Lao Ghost?

Woo ow~ woo ow~

Li Li Banfeng heard the train whistle. This was the Leaving Suishenju urging him to go back.

Pfft!

Fu Fu Taiyue opened his mouth and sprayed a puff of black mist at Li Li Banfeng.

"Flash!" The Judge's Pen shouted.

Without the Judge's Pen's reminder, Li Li Banfeng had already flashed away. This puff of black mist must be poisonous.

"Hold your breath, go!" The Judge's Pen flew with Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng held his breath, still thinking about how to collect this monster.

This is his territory, he can't let this Dao-something ghost wreak havoc.

The Judge's Pen flew for a while, the rain became heavier and heavier, and Fu Fu Taiyue suddenly jumped from the forest, spraying a puff of black mist at Li Li Banfeng.

The Judge's Pen dodged with all its might, not letting the black mist stick to Li Li Banfeng.

Fu Fu Taiyue landed, jumped again, waved his flesh-like arm, and smashed at Li Li Banfeng.

This monster was very fast, and the Judge's Pen wasn't that flexible. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Li Li Banfeng let go of the Judge's Pen and landed on the ground.

A Dao Lao Ghost appeared in front, is this still Fu Fu Taiyue?

"Zhi ya~"

A Dao Lao Ghost jumped out of the grass.

"Zhi ya~"

Another one jumped down from the tree.

Li Li Banfeng felt the mud under his feet loosen and hurriedly moved to another place.

A piece of flesh broke through the ground, and a Dao Lao Ghost drilled out from the mud.

"Zhi ya~" The roar spread all over the mountains and plains, endless.

Are these all Dao-something ghosts?

Dao-something ghost...

Li Li Banfeng remembered a remark the coachman said back then: "There is a Dao Ghost Ridge on Yangcha Mountain. If you walk a mile on the mountain ridge, not only will your cultivation be enough, but you can also save a day of time."

Is this Dao Ghost Ridge?

How could Dao Ghost Ridge appear here?

PS: In Chapter 39, the coachman mentioned Dao Ghost Ridge, which is one of the most dangerous territories in Puluo Prefecture.

Thanks to Alliance Leader Ruichi Tianxia, thanks for the strong support for Yumian Shala and the Lord of Puluo.

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PS: In Chapter 39, the Coachman mentioned the Dao Ghost Ridge; this is one of the most dangerous territories in Puluo Province.

Thanks to the Alliance Leader Ruichi Tianxia, and thanks for the strong support for Yumian Shala and the Lord of Puluo.

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