Villain: Writing a diary becomes stronger, but the hostess design collapses

Chapter 360 Qingcheng Mountain, Chen Pingle

"Damn it! Why are they standing at the door? Do you know this is scary!"

"Xiao Yan!"

"Qianqian~"

"flourishing--"

"Chu..."

"Um-"

However, before he could shout out his loudest voice, a big hand suddenly covered Feng Huai's mouth.

Feng Huai's eyes widened and he pointed at the big hand covering his mouth while staring at Cang Ya in disbelief.

"Uh...uh..."

"Cang, what are you doing?! Are you sick?"

"You are the only one who is sick. Didn't you notice that they are in a bad state?"

Feng Huai was not happy, and Cang Ya was not happy either. He waved his palms and wiped them on his waist in disgust.

"It seems so!" Feng Huai was stunned when he heard this, then narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and continued to observe the group of "standing corpses" inside the door.

And from this look, it took quite a while.

Seeing him looking so serious, Cang Ya and Zhu Jiujiu couldn't help but look at each other behind them, and then rubbed their chins, looking forward to what Feng Huai would say.

"hiss--"

Hearing a slight "hiss", the man in red clothes in front of him moved.

The two looked at each other, straightened their bodies, and then their expressions became more serious.

However, the next second, the two of them broke through the defense, deeply breaking through the defense!

Feng Huai, who had been studying for a long time, suddenly straightened his arms and opened his mouth.

Then......

Yawned...

Cang Ya: "......"

Zhu Nineteen: ".........."

"I said Feng..."

Cang Ya held his forehead and raised his hand to pat Feng Huai, telling him that it didn't matter if he couldn't see.

But before he could finish speaking, his big hands and words stagnated in mid-air.

"Fuck!"

Then, following Cang Ya's "Chinese Essence" sound, a fiery red figure, like a sharp sword, suddenly rushed straight into the stone gate.

silence......

Dead silence.

Cang Ya: "He...why did he run in?"

Zhu Jiujiu: "I don't know...but he seems to be unable to move."

Cang Ya: "Then what should we do?"

Zhu Shijiu: "Go in and take a look?"

"......"

After hesitating for a moment, the two of them took the few remaining disciples and walked into the giant door.

.................

Brilliant palaces, dazzling gold and stone pearls, and countless spiritual grasses and flowers.

In fact, when Xiao Yan and others stepped in, what they saw in front of them was this magnificent palace and castle.

At this moment, their consciousness is different from their imprisoned bodies. They are and have always been wandering in this magnificent palace.

As they walked, they marveled at the grandeur of this city.

Then after several twists and turns, their consciousness came to a corridor. On the walls on both sides of the corridor, there were dazzling murals painted with gold and cinnabar.

And it was this mural that they only took one look at, and they were instantly frozen in place.

Then the consciousness went straight into it in an instant——

.........Mural Fantasy Land......

The world is vast, the sun rises and the moon sets.

Qingcheng Mountain in Zhongzhou.

The heavy rain fell, and large water droplets hit the ground, wrapping up a thin layer of dust. The dust circulated, and with a click, the water droplets dispersed and seeped into the gaps between the bluestone bricks.

Bang, then another rapid raindrop is about to fall into the gap.

However, a big foot flashed past lightly, taking away the water droplets that were about to fall into the gap, and also took away some dust.

The dust scatters into the air and enters people's lungs, making people suddenly feel the fragrance of green grass and soil.

He looked at the old Taoist priest holding a baby in front of him and the three big characters on the plaque of the main hall on the top of the mountain.

Xiao Yan, whose body was translucent on one side, was stunned for a moment.

"Qingcheng Mountain? Isn't this a sect that disappeared thousands of years ago?"

"What's going on with us?"

Qingcheng Mountain can be said to be the origin of the Taoist sect in Zhongzhou Continent. It flourished for a while, but due to some reasons that have not been spread to the world, Qingcheng Mountain declined, split, and finally disappeared from the mainland.

"It is these murals that lead us into them, and the scene in front of us is probably a microcosm of the life of the Lord Shuiyuntian."

"After the death of many great masters, in order to find successors, or to express their regrets to the world, they would record them in the form of murals and miniatures."

"Don't panic, everyone, we must have been led into it by the mural just now. We can only go out as long as the image is completed."

Qiu Bailu's brows moved slightly. Hearing the frightened questions from the disciples behind him, he immediately stopped and expressed his opinion.Just some comfort.

And listening to what she said, the people from the Chongming Sect who entered together did not say a word.

It is recognized.

Xiao Yan, who was on the other side, remained silent when he heard the words, and turned to carefully watch the scene in front of him.

Although he knew the ultimate secret of Shui Yuntian, he knew nothing about the owner of Shui Yuntian.

Now that I happen to be in, it doesn't hurt to know a little more about him.

Then, the scene changed and the old man named the child Chen Pingle.

The meaning of peace and joy.

Then, ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past ten years, Chen Pingle's performance has been mediocre, even mediocre and clumsy.

In another blink of an eye, Chen Pingle has reached the age of double ten, but in the past ten years of practicing in Qingcheng Mountain, his cultivation level has still just reached the third level of the earth realm.

You know, Xiao Yan and Chu Qianqian are now in their twenties, but their realm is already at the ninth level of the Earth Realm.

Rao is the talent behind them. At the age of 20, he was at least in the fifth level of the Earth Realm.

But Chen Pingle, the master of Shuiyuntian, is in such a state at the age of twenty?

Everyone present, including Xiao Yan, also frowned tightly.

This is wrong, very wrong!

The person who can leave such a secret realm must be a powerful person, and the reason why a powerful person is called a powerful person must be because of his excellent talent, and he is a genius from the bottom up!

Where can such a mediocre existence exist?

The leaves of ginkgo are turning green and yellow. A small ginkgo planted by Chen Pingle in the past is now a canopy.

Another ten years, Chen Pingle is thirty.

Cultivation level: Ninth level of earth realm.

The scene changed, and the old sect leader who had led him like a mountain sect emerged as a new sect leader, and the new sect leader succeeded to the throne.

That year, Chen Pingle went down the mountain, at the age of 30, to the ninth level.

Later, Chen Pingle walked on the Zhongzhou Continent on his own feet, but he didn't know whether this person was really stupid or not. A six-year-old child dared to chase him with stones.

Anyone can come and humiliate him.

Later, during the heavy snowfall that year, he rescued a prostitute at the entrance of an alley.

But he never expected that this prostitute would accuse him of molestation and report him to the county government.

At this time, the mortal county magistrate was worrying about a murder case. Seeing that Chen Pingle was honest, he framed the case and was later sentenced and executed later.

When Xiao Yan and everyone saw this, they all frowned.

Where did this mural come from?

How could such a confused person be the later Lord of Shuiyuntian?

Could it be a mistake?