Chapter 442

Since they decided to travel, Murong Ling and Li cangmin didn't have to delay any longer. They went to Changping immortal department first. They met their disciples and explained to each other before they left. The only thing left was the order of the Phoenix, which was watched by the people in the flower burial palace. They didn't have to worry about it. They simply cleaned up some things and left.

Although Li cangmin said that his divine consciousness had completely recovered, Murong Ling was not at ease. Instead of letting him control the sword, he chose the spirit boat to travel. After setting the route with Shangyuan stone, the spirit boat could fly by itself.

A few days ago, Li cangmin and Murong Ling searched books for the news of Changshou fruit. They didn't get nothing. At least they knew the growth habit of Changshou fruit. Changshou fruit needs a lot of vitality in the process of growth, so it is most likely to grow in the place with abundant vitality.

It's just that for so many years, we have never heard of Changshou fruit, so the possibility of it appearing in the developed settlements is very small. Murong Ling and Li cangmin collected maps of the mainland, sketched and drew pictures, selected several dangerous places that no one involved in the legend, and planned to explore them. Unexpectedly, they might have a surprise.

Their first stop was the legendary Ziwu mountain.

The location of Ziwu mountain is very ingenious. It's just on the back of Haoyuan mountain range. From a distance, the tall and long mountain line blocks out the sun. Ziwu mountain is shrouded under Haoyuan mountain range, and there is no sunshine all the year round. Therefore, purple fog is everywhere, and there is no sun. No matter mortals or monks, they will be confused by the fog, lose their direction, and finally disappear strangely when they enter Ziwu mountain. Therefore, Ziwu mountain has become a well-known taboo place, and no one will come here at all.

The spirit boat stops at Ziwu mountain. Murong Ling and Li cangmin come down from the spirit boat. They find that it's so quiet that there are no birds or insects. It's only the purple fog that fills the mountain. It looks very strange.

"Look here, ling'er."

Li cangmin suddenly shouts. Murong Ling walks over and finds that he is squatting on the ground looking at something. She cradles her neck and finds that there are messy footprints. These footprints are of different sizes and come and go. The footprints are very clear. They spread all the way to Ziwu mountain, which is shrouded in purple fog. It is enough to show that Ziwu mountain is not a hopeless place as rumored.

Murong Ling and Li cangmin looked at each other, "who are these footprints?"

Li cangmin shook his head. "Although I don't know who the other party is, it's definitely not good to be able to get through the Ziwu mountain. We must be careful." His voice hesitated, "by the way, ling'er, can your eyes see through the fog?"

"I'll try."

Murong Ling gathered her vitality in her eyes. Her eyes were like paint, and the thick purple mist on the opposite side gradually thinned until it became transparent. Within a radius of three feet, her appearance was clearly visible. She thought that the distance of three feet was too short, but if she wanted to see further distance, she had to pour more yuan force, which was obviously not cost-effective. She had to give up her idea and said to Li cangmin, "only three feet can be seen."

"Three feet is good." Li cangmin himself couldn't even see the range of one foot. He had to say that the purple fog of Ziwu mountain was really weird. He held Murong Ling's hand tightly. "Let's go in, don't leave."

"Wait a minute." Murong Ling quickly took out a bottle of poison avoiding pill, poured one into Li cangmin's mouth and said, "I don't know if Ziwu is poisonous or not. Take a poison avoiding pill first, just in case."

Li cangmin's eyes are not right in a moment, "on the way, you secretly alchemy?" But he knew that all the pills Murong Ling had made had been given to Uncle Huang. When he was occupied by demons one day and one night, her mind was exhausted, and it was impossible for her to make pills.

Murong Ling felt guilty. She grabbed his hand and went to Ziwu mountain. She said vaguely, "let's go, let's go. It's getting late. Maybe the purple fog in Ziwu mountain will be thicker and the visibility will be lower."

She had to feel guilty. Li Cang min had repeatedly told her not to use her divine consciousness for a short time. However, when she learned that she was going to Ziwu mountain, she was worried for a moment. She took advantage of Li Cang min's meditation practice on the spirit boat, and secretly slipped to the pill room of the spirit boat to refine a batch of poison avoiding pills.

Li cangmin's eyes were like a shadow. It was clear that he didn't say anything. Murong Ling still felt that she was condemned by the eyes. She had to bow her head and admit her mistake. "Well, don't be angry. I swear, I only practiced one pot, absolutely not more."

In fact, her divine sense was almost as good as before, but Li cangmin was too nervous for her, and she just looked frightened. She also knew his temperament and didn't dare to go too far.

Sure enough, Li Cang min looked a little slow, but began to feel guilty, "it's useless, just let me have to worry about these."

Murong Ling doesn't think that Li cangmin is wrong. She is danxiu and Li cangmin is Jianxiu. They have different functions. Like her, danxiu with low value of force naturally has to be considerate and responsible for the supply of pills between them. Li cangmin only needs the output of force.But she didn't say much. Instead, she held his hand tightly and said with a smile, "who said you're useless? Wait, there's danger. Won't you protect me? With you, I'm not afraid at all. "

Murong Ling obviously grasped Li cangmin's shortcomings. After listening to her, the guilt on Li cangmin's face disappeared and became more serious and solemn. Even the heart of Bingpo sword was taken out of the Dantian and condensed into an ice sword. She was on guard at any time and didn't forget to comfort her, "ling'er, don't worry, I will protect you."

Murong Ling suddenly narrowed her eyes with a smile and nodded her head very cleverly, but she was laughing in her heart. His royal highness of the king of Qin really wanted to follow Mao to deal with him. It was right to defeat him with softness.

They walked in hand and slowly went deep into the hinterland. They didn't find anything wrong. However, Murong Ling felt something wrong. "Cang min, do you think it's too quiet around here?"

Li cangmin was looking around warily. He was puzzled. "Although Ziwu mountain is very quiet, we didn't hear any sound outside."

"Oh, yes." Murong Ling murmured and murmured, but she still thought it was wrong. Looking at the rustling tall trees on the opposite side, she suddenly got a flash of inspiration, and finally found the place of disobedience - these trees didn't give birth to spiritual consciousness. They were so quiet that they seemed to be dead!

Even the little flowers and grass on the roadside can unconsciously hum a few meaningless syllables. The trees in Ziwu mountain are tall and straight, and their age is not low, so they should be more spiritual. However, they are not only spiritless, but also lifeless. They can't even utter a syllable, which is obviously very unreasonable.