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A few days later, on the Liangjie mountain in the boundless realm, Song Lun felt that the sky and the earth were shaking as soon as he came back.

"Rumble rumble rumble..."

The violent vibration made monks like Songlun feel numb all over, and even the dharma clouds under their feet continued to collapse, almost falling from the sky.

Song Lun looked at the mountain below in surprise, and the pressure on his body was getting bigger and bigger. Knowing that he could no longer stay in the air, he hurriedly stepped on the wind and fell down.

This is because of the various restrictions and suppressions of Liangjie Mountain in this space, otherwise Song Lun felt that the movement just now would definitely make him fall to pieces, or he would not be able to fly at all from the beginning.

On a mountaintop in the middle of the mountain, Zhong Pingxiu was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and his face calm, making a tactic with one hand, and slowly pressing down with the other.

The tremors of Liangjie Mountain continued, but they were also gradually easing down.

At this moment, Song Lun landed on the top of the mountain, stepped on the foot-numbing mountain road, walked slowly behind Zhong Pingxiu, and waited quietly.

After about half a day, the rumbling vibration finally subsided gradually, and Zhong Pingxiu also slowly withdrew his mana, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Liangjie Mountain suddenly grew another hundred feet. I suppressed it to only three inches, and stabilized the foundation of the mountain so that the mountain would not be in danger of collapsing."

Song Lun looked around, the mountains in the two realms were quiet, but the heavy vibration just now made the aura in the distance seem a bit distorted.

"Master, this is the twelfth time this year, right? So frequently, your mana..."

Zhong Pingxiu smiled.

"It doesn't matter, I have been here for more than a thousand years, but now it is more frequent! Come back suddenly, but what did you bring to the teacher?"

So Songlun took out six volumes of "Yellow Spring" from his sleeve, and handed the book respectfully to Zhong Pingxiu who was sitting cross-legged on the hill.

"Master, these are the six volumes of "Yellow Spring", from Haoran Academy, with prefaces written by Mr. Ji and Wensheng."

""Yellow Spring"?"

Zhong Pingxiu frowned slightly, took the book and put it on the ground, took the top one and opened the pages.

"Wang Li? Who is this person?"

Of course, Songlun also had a certain understanding of the few people who wrote the preface to "Yellow Spring", so he can naturally answer it now.

"It seems to be a well-known literati in Dazhen. He is respected as a master of novels. He specializes in novels and is also very good at storytelling. He often goes to teahouses and other places to enjoy storytelling. Although he should be an ordinary person, but Being able to participate in the book "Yellow Spring", and the stories in it seem to be written by this person, Tuer doubts whether he is really a mortal."

Zhong Pingxiu made some calculations, shook his head and said.

"It can only be said that he is neither a fairy cultivator nor a monster, but ordinary people really can't say, um, can't say... This Xin Wuya is the Nether Emperor you mentioned, right?"

"That's right, it's him. This book has a deep relationship with Nether, and it's not surprising that his name appears in the preface. It's just that I don't know what Mr. Ji's purpose is."

Others may not be clear, but Song Lun understands that Mr. Ji must be the main reason why this book can be published.

"Mr. Ji naturally has his own goals. I just happen to be a little tired, so let me read it."

"yes!"

As Zhong Pingxiu said, he sat on the top of the mountain and began to read on the spot. After Songlun took the order, he waited by the side, but he didn't just stand there, but opened the table and took out some cakes and fruits from his sleeves. Category.

It's just that the pastries are okay, some moist and crisp fruits are often put on the table, and they will be cracked by the gravity of Liangjie Mountain, and water will overflow from them.

Fortunately, Zhong Pingxiu didn't dislike it. The pastry was broken and he ate it with his hands. The fruit was cracked and he gnawed as usual. He seemed to be concentrating on reading the book during the whole process.

One, two, three...

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Zhong Pingxiu read it with gusto, although there is no day and night in the Wuliang Mountain, but in fact it can be regarded as non-stop all night, after many days in a row, he read all six books in one go.

After Zhong Pingxiu closed the pages of the last book, he looked at the table and found that there were only five books that he had already read, and there were no new books.

"What about the back?"

Song Lun, who had been standing by the side, hurriedly said.

"Returning to Master, there are currently only six volumes in the book "Yellow Spring", but the disciple also feels that there must be more, but it has not been made public."

Zhong Pingxiu was slightly disappointed, but still said with emotion.

"The beauty of this book lies in the fact that the whole story revolves around Huangquan. The stories and paintings complement each other, and you can still feel alive when you read it. It also integrates grammar and the mysteries of heaven and earth into it. It is really a heavenly book that everyone can read! It's just that Huangquan ..."

Song Lun listened carefully, but Zhong Pingxiu paused before continuing.

"After reading this book, apart from appreciating the mysteries in the book, I always feel that the underworld seems to flow out of these stories and paintings..."

"Tu'er feels the same way, and even went to a Yin Division to have a look, but there is no scene of the Underworld, but obviously many ghosts and gods in the Yin Division have read the book "The Underworld", and I feel that they are also somewhat Suspicious, it seems that the underworld servants are all looking for traces of Huangquan in the underworld."

Zhong Pingxiu's eyes shifted, and he returned to the book in his hand.

"There are also some stories above, which mentioned the saying that the soul is scattered and reborn, and the next life is reincarnated. If this is just Mr. Wang's own good wish, it can only be said that this person's imagination is amazing. If it is Mr. Ji's intention, there will be no waves without wind. Looks like I have to read it a few more times!"

Song Lun on the side hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Master, the trees that can grow in this Wuliang Mountain are all iron trees and silver flowers. I heard that the Martial Saint Zuo Wuji doesn't have any weapons at hand. He likes to use a flat stick. I wonder if there is any suitable weapon in Wuliang Mountain. trees?"

Zhong Pingxiu subconsciously turned his head to look at a peak in the distance. There was an old dead tree on it. Since he found Wuliang Mountain and practiced here, the tree had died there. Now it is still standing on the mountain over there. I don't know how many years of immeasurable pressure I have endured, and I don't know how many times I have endured lightning strikes.

"If you are destined to meet that Martial Saint, if he still doesn't have any weapons at that time, you can bring him to Wuliang Mountain at your discretion. If he has the ability to take the tree, you can give him a weapon. .”

"But Master, how can a warrior be able to move that tree? Even if he is a warrior..."

Zhong Pingxiu smiled.

"Since you choose east and west, you naturally have a good vision. Since you have this vision, you must have that ability. If you can't shake this tree, it will just make that Martial Saint feel more at ease."

"Yes! That apprentice went down first?"

Song Lun stopped talking, and practiced in the mountains for a while before going out.

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"Go."

Zhong Pingxiu said something casually, and then continued to read the book. When he read it for the second time, he saw some more tricks. The yellow spring water on the scroll and painting seemed to be flowing slowly. The air hits.

‘Could it be that the legendary Huang Quan is really coming back? Why did Mr. Ji publish this book...'

Looking at the stories related to Huang Quan in these six volumes, Zhong Pingxiu seemed to suddenly think of something.

"How many people are reading this book?"

Song Lun who hadn't gone far stopped, turned around and replied.

"Returning to Master, I actually bought it on Yuzhao Peak in Yuhuai Mountain, Xiangang. It has been spread in Dazhen and surrounding countries, but it is relatively rare, but the Patriarch of the Wei family seems to be taking it to all parts of the world by airship. In this place, the person likes the way of merchants, or wants to open up a market, and practice the method of living with rare goods."

Zhong Pingxiu was startled, and turned his head to look at Songlun.

"You mean Wei Wuwei?"

"Exactly!"

Zhong Pingxiu's eyes flickered, but the feeling in his heart seemed that the Wuliang Mountain was still rolling and shaking.

"Great hand! Great hand! You are worthy of being a gentleman! You are indeed worthy of being a gentleman! The ancient gods' method is majestic and mighty. If it goes along with the right time and place, it will turn the world upside down. Even if someone can react, they will be powerless to stop it, hahaha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Zhong Pingxiu suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter spread throughout the area of ​​Wuliang Mountain, shattering the twisted aftermath of the previous shock.

"Master..."

"I'm fine, and you don't need to ask any more questions. Well, let's go down."

"yes!"

Song Lun had a hundred thousand reasons hidden in his heart, but after Master said so, he had no choice but to leave.

...

And about three more months later, in the Yulingzong in the southern wasteland, the mysterious person in the Yuecang mirror jumped out of the Yuecang mirror in shock when he saw the six volumes of "Yellow Spring" .

"Huangquan!? Huangquan is still there? Huangquan is coming back? Ji Yuan found Huangquan? No way! I have to find Ji Yuan and ask!"

As soon as I read this book, although the breath of the underworld is very weak, it seems to come from the distant ancient times.

Of course there is more than one person who is as horrified as he is. They can't say whether they like or dislike the possible reappearance of Huang Quan, but they all feel throbbing in their hearts.

And during this period of time, the book "Yellow Spring" has also spread to all parts of the world through the ferry between the realms. The mortal Chinese and poets are flocking to it, and there are also many followers among the immortals, Buddhas, monsters, and so on. , There will also be a special feeling that is unclear.

In Mount Heng, a mountain spirit who took the form of a human hurriedly came to a huge peak and put down a copy of "Yellow Spring".

"Master Mountain God, you must read this book!"

The face of the mountain god appeared from the mountain peak, with a half-smile expression.

"Well, put down the book and go down."

"yes!"