Xiangxi Prefecture was located at the junction of the northeast side of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau and the southwest end of the mountainous area in western Hubei. The Wuling Mountain Range ran diagonally through the entire territory from the northeast to the southwest.
The west was connected to the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, the north was connected to the mountains of western Hubei, and the southeast was protected by Xuefeng Mountain. The Wuling Mountain Range meandered through the territory.
Xiangxi was located in a mountainous area with abundant wood. The mountain people had always liked to build wooden houses, and wooden structures were very common.
Deep in the mountains, a young man was quietly leaning against the window of a wooden house. He was in a daze as he looked at the torrential rain outside.
Those Tujia people were doing some crafts under the eaves. These Tujia people were dressed very uniquely.
Most of the women wore collarless, open left lapel coats with short, fat sleeves. They wore eight long skirts embroidered with patterns and patterns. Some wore pants with two or three lace at the bottom of the pants.
The man's clothes were relatively simple. His head was wrapped in a cloth handkerchief, and he wore a double-breasted shirt. His sleeves were long and small, and his pants were short and large. He liked to wrap his feet in green.
"Brother Chen, are you used to the weather of our Old Bear Ridge?”A middle-aged man dressed in Tujia clothing asked.
The young man was expressionless. He slowly turned around and nodded without saying anything.
"Brother, why are you still the same?”The middle-aged man said helplessly.
The young man only shook his head slightly as he looked out of the window at a strange mountain peak in the distance.
"What mountain is that?"
The young man finally spoke. He pointed at a strange mountain peak in the distance.
The middle-aged man looked in the direction of the young man's hand. He saw a mountain that was full of miraculous nature. The terrain was dangerous and broken, and it was full of steep cliffs that led to a dead end.
Although the mountain was dangerous and daunting, it was surrounded by layers of mountains and green peaks. It looked like a painting of smoke trees floating up and down. Looking at the mountain from afar, there were indeed a few white mists rising up, and rainbow colored qi was faintly discernible in the mist.
From afar, it looked like a mountain peak that had been shaved off like a bottle. It was very strange.
"That's the Bottle Mountain. I heard from the older generation that the mountain used to be like a bottle, so it was called the Bottle Mountain.”The middle-aged man said.
The young man nodded slightly. His expression was calm, but his eyes were filled with intelligence, as if he had touched something.
"Speaking of which, this Bottle Mountain is really strange. It's surrounded by this kind of fog all year round, and humans and animals can't get close at all.“
"I heard that once you get close, your soul will be absorbed. In the early years, some bold people went there and became crazy.
"Or they died on the spot, so that place has also become a forbidden area for us. No one knows what's inside.”
"The older generation said that there are demons and ghosts in the Bottle Mountain and that they can't get close to it. Even though the government has planned to turn this place into a tourist attraction these years, they don't dare to get close to it.”
"However, when my father was young, a group of people went to Bottle Mountain, but not many of them came out. I heard that they all died in Bottle Mountain.
It was also because of that time that Ping Shan had been split in half, resulting in this state.”
……
The middle-aged man was obviously a chatterbox. As soon as he opened his mouth, he talked endlessly about what had happened back then.
On the contrary, the young man was still quietly looking at the bottle mountain.
Time slowly passed. Seeing that the young man did not speak, the Tujia man went back to his own business.
Fortunately, the heavy rain had stopped, and the Tujia people were busy with their own things.
"Ping Shan!"
The young man finally moved. He spat out two words, and his eyes suddenly lit up, shocking people.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man returned to his room.
This was a hostel of the Tujia people. In recent years, this place had been developed into a tourist attraction, and the number of tourists had gradually increased.
Therefore, these Tujia people used their own homes as hotels.
Lying on the wooden bed, the young man stared at the ceiling.
For a moment, he felt a little uncomfortable, as if what happened two days ago was like a dream.
Due to the decline of his family, Chen Wuyan had no choice but to leave his ancestral house and go to Changsha, Hunan Province to seek a way out.
Fortunately, he was taken care of by Brother Chu, who had been digging graves and searching for treasures behind these masters.
However, two days ago, Brother Chu was tricked by the man known as the Fourth Master in the underworld. He went to prison and his subordinates scattered.
Chen Wuyan was one of them, but he didn't expect to fall into the valley during his escape and start a dream-like experience.
"Swoosh!"
Suddenly, Chen Wuyan moved his hand and a strange wooden sword appeared in his hand. It was more like a dagger than a sword.
There were three bends on the body of the sword, and there were patterns that looked like dragon scales carved on it. Only the tip of the sword was sharpened, and there was no other blade.
However, when he was lucky, the sword would emit a faint blue light. It was very beautiful.
Chen Wuyan didn't dare to underestimate this wooden sword.
This was because he had tried before. This wooden sword could easily split a human-sized stone. Even the divine sword in martial arts novels would find it difficult to do so, right?
"Awakening Divine Sword!" Chen Wuyan touched the sword and said lightly.
As if it had heard its master's call, the Awakening Divine Sword emitted a faint blue light.
A thunder-like lightning flashed across the sky, but it had no effect on Chen Wuyan.
After putting away the wooden sword, a piece of brocade suddenly appeared in Chen Wuyan's hand. Chen Wuyan had no idea what material it was made of.
However, no matter how he tore it, this piece of brocade would not be damaged at all.
The content engraved on the brocade was very simple. There were only two scarlet words written on it: Reaper!
When Chen Wuyan took out the silk, a scarlet blood stain suddenly appeared on his forehead.
It was the word " poor " that made Chen Wuyan look very demonic.
"Reaper? I didn't expect that I would become a Reaper for no reason.”Chen Wuyan sighed.
After putting away the brocade, the word 'difference' on his forehead gradually disappeared, and another scene appeared in Chen Wuyan's mind.
"Open the Reaper Exchange System!"
Host: Chen Wuyan!"
"Possesses divine items: Awakening Divine Sword, Soul Hooking Rope, Impermanence Bag!”
"Cultivation technique: Nine Revolutions Divine Technique, Yin Yang Eye!”
" Merit Points: 0!"
" Permanent Mission: Head to an ancient tomb that is impossible to enter in the netherworld and capture the ghosts that have escaped!”
" Reward: Merit points, can be exchanged for various spiritual items to increase the host's strength!”
……
As the cold mechanical voice rang in his mind, Chen Wuyan knew that everything was true.
"Ping Shan! From now on, you'll just be a grave mountain." Suddenly, Chen Wuyan mentioned Bottle Mountain again.
As he spoke, Chen Wuyan sat cross-legged on the wooden bed. He slowly activated the Nine Revolutions Divine Art. Traces of spiritual power invisible to the naked eye slowly flowed through his meridians.
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