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A few days later, when Song Lun came back on the Two Realm Mountains in the Boundless Realm, he noticed that the heaven and the earth were shaking.

"Rumble rumble rumble..."

The violent vibration made the monks like Zhi Songlun feel numb all over, and even the Fayun under his feet was constantly collapsing, and he almost fell from the sky.

Songlun looked at the mountain below with a look of shock, and the pressure on his body was getting bigger and bigger. Knowing that he could no longer stay in the air, he quickly stepped on the wind and fell.

This is also because of the various restrictions and suppression of Liangjieshan in this space, otherwise Songlun 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 top of the mountain, Zhong Pingxiu, who was sitting cross-legged, closed his eyes with a calm expression, pinched with one hand and slowly pressed down with the other.

The tremors of Liangjie Mountain continued, but gradually eased.

At this moment, Songlun landed on the top of the mountain, stepped on the numb mountain road at the moment, walked slowly behind Zhong Pingxiu, and waited quietly.

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

"The Liangjie Mountain suddenly grew a hundred feet again. I suppressed it to no more than three inches, and stabilized the base of the mountain to prevent the mountain from being in danger of collapsing."

Songlun looked around, the mountains in the two worlds were quiet, but the heavy vibration just now made the aura in the distance seem a little distorted.

"Master, this is already the twelfth time this year, isn't it? So often, your mana..."

Zhong Pingxiu smiled.

"It's okay, I've been here for more than a thousand years, but now it's just more frequent! I came back suddenly, but what did I bring as a teacher?"

Songlun then took out six volumes of "Huangquan" from his sleeve, and handed the book respectfully to Zhong Pingxiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

"Master, this is the six volumes of "Huangquan", from Haoran Academy, with prefaces 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, Song Lun also had some understanding of the people who wrote the preface to "Yellow Spring", so naturally he could answer it at this moment.

"It seems to be a well-known literati in Dazhen. He is respected as everyone. He specializes in Taoism and is also very good at storytelling. He often goes to restaurants and other places to enjoy storytelling. Although he should be a mortal, he can participate The book "Huangquan", and the stories in it are very likely to be written by this person, and the disciple is very suspicious of whether he is really a mortal."

Zhong Pingxiu calculated it a little and shook his head.

"It can only be said that he is neither an immortal nor a demon, but mortals really can't say, um, can't say... This Xin Wuya is the Nether Emperor you mentioned, right?"

"Yes, it is him. This book has a deep relationship with You Ming, and it is not surprising that his name appears in the preface, but it is not clear what Mr. Ji's purpose is."

Others may not know, but Songlun understands that Mr. Ji must be the main reason for this book to be published.

"Mr. Ji naturally has his own purpose. It just so happens that I am also a little tired. Let me finish it."

"Yes!"

As Zhong Pingxiu spoke, he sat on the top of the mountain and read it on the spot. After Songlun took the order, he waited by the side, but he didn't just stand stupidly, but set up the table and kept taking out some cakes and fruits from his sleeves. Category.

It’s just that the pastries are okay. Some fruits with a lot of moisture and crispness are often placed on the table, and they will be cracked by the gravity of Liangjie Mountain, and some water will overflow from it.

Fortunately, Zhong Pingxiu didn't dislike it. The cake was broken and he was eating it with his hands. The fruit was cracked and chewed, and it seemed that he was reading the book with full attention during the whole process.

One, two, three...

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Zhong Pingxiu watched it with relish. Although there was no day and night in the Boundless Mountains, in fact, it could be said that it was all night long. After several days in a row, he read all six volumes in one breath.

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

"What about the back?"

Song Lun, who had been standing beside him, said quickly.

"Returning to Shizun, there are currently six volumes of "Huangquan", but my disciple also thinks that there must be more, but it has not been made public."

Zhong Pingxiu was slightly disappointed, but still sighed.

"The beauty of this book lies in the fact that the whole story revolves around Huangquan, the stories and paintings complement each other, and the reading is still alive and vivid, and it integrates grammar and the mysteries of heaven and earth into it. It is really a heavenly book that everyone can read! Just this Huangquan …”

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

"After reading this book, in addition to comprehending the mystery of the book, I always feel that this yellow spring seems to flow from these stories and these paintings..."

"My disciple felt the same way, and even went to a yin division to see it, but there was no scene of Huangquan, but obviously a lot of ghosts and gods in the yin division had read the book "Huangquan", and I felt that they also had some I'm suspicious, it seems that the underworld guards are looking for traces of Huangquan everywhere in the underworld."

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

"There are still some stories above, mentioning the saying that the soul is scattered and reborn in the afterlife. If this is just Mr. Wang's own good wishes, it can only be said that this person's imagination is amazing. If Mr. Ji means it, then there will be no waves. Well, it looks like I have to read it a few more times!"

Song Lun, who was beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

"Master, the trees that can grow in this immeasurable mountain are all iron trees and silver flowers. I heard that the martial sage Zuo Wuji doesn't have any weapons in his hand, and his man likes to use a flat stick. trees?"

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

"If you are lucky enough to meet that Martial Saint, if he still doesn't have any weapons at that time, you can bring him to Wuliang Mountain as appropriate. If he has the ability to take away that tree, you can send him to make a weapon. ."

"But Master, how can that tree be moved by a martial artist? Even if he is a martial artist..."

Zhong Pingxiu smiled.

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

"Yes! That disciple went down first?"

Song Lun stopped talking, and went out after cultivating in the mountains for a while.

"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 doorways. The yellow spring water on the scroll painting seemed to flow slowly, and he could even hear the sound of the waves, and there were bursts of overcast. 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 had not gone far, stopped and turned to answer.

"Returning to Shizun, the disciple bought it on Yuzhao Peak of Xiangang in Yuhuai Mountain. It is widely circulated in Dazhen and surrounding countries, but it is relatively rare, but the Wei family owner seems to be taking it to all parts of the world by flying boat. At this place, people like the way of merchants, or they want to open up sales, and they practice the way that rare goods can live there.”

Zhong Pingxiu was startled and turned to look at Songlun.

"You mean Wei Wuwei?"

"Exactly!"

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Zhong Pingxiu suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter spread throughout the Boundless Mountain area, shattering the aftermath of the distortion from the previous shock.

"Master..."

"I'm fine, you don't need to ask more, okay, let's go."

"Yes!"

Song Lun hid a hundred thousand reasons in his heart, but when the master said so, he could only leave.

...

And about three months later, far away in the Yuling Sect of the Southern Wilderness, the mysterious person in the Yuecang Mirror jumped out of the Yuecang Mirror when they saw the sixth volume of "Huangquan". .

"Huangquan!? Huangquan is still there? Huangquan is coming back? Jiyuan found Huangquan? No! You have to find Jiyuan and ask!"

As soon as I saw this book, although the atmosphere of Huangquan was very light, it seemed to come from a distant ancient times.

Of course, there is more than one person as terrified as he is, and he can't say whether he likes or dislikes what Huang Quan may reappear, but all of them are throbbing in their hearts.

During this period of time, the book "Huangquan" has also been spread to all parts of the world through the ferry of the realm, and the Chinese people of the world are flocking to it, and there are also many followers among the immortals, Buddhas, demons, and demons. , there will also be a special feeling that is unclear.

In the Hengshan Mountain, there is a mountain spirit in the shape of a human who hurriedly came to a giant peak and put down a piece of "Yellow Spring".

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

The face of the mountain **** appeared from the mountain peak, and it seemed to have a smile that was not a smile.

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

"Yes!"