Chapter 89: Mountain Gate

Looking up, there is a cloud of mist in the distance!

Between the clouds and mists, the vague peaks of the mountains change into various interesting postures; sometimes like fairies floating around, sometimes like old men holding sticks, sometimes like apes offering peaches, sometimes like wild horses breaking away... In this morning's thin mist, it appears and sometimes looms, sometimes far and sometimes near.

Although the path He Wude and He Laibao chose did have any differences at the beginning, no one expected that they would eventually meet in a certain place.

Although I haven't returned to Hengshan for 40 years, this place will never be forgotten in their hearts.

After several days of walking, He Yiming thought that Yuan Lixun had a slow pace at first, so the two elders deliberately slowed down and took care of him. However, as the targets continued to approach, He Yiming realized that the two elders were actually extremely nervous.

This is not fear, but excitement, a very indescribable feeling.

In Taicang County, they kept saying that they wanted to return to Hengshan and to go back to shock those who laughed forty years ago who would never be able to return to the master's sect, and to pick up the insults they said from the ground and swallow them.

However, when they really approached Hengshan, they couldn't help but feel timid in the hometown.

At this moment, the two old men looked at a huge rolling mountain in the distance, and their expressions in their eyes were extremely complicated.

He Yiming looked at them and finally asked, "Grandpa, are we here?"

He Wude sighed and said, "Yes, we are here." He seemed to have just woken up from some strong emotion, and was excited and said loudly: "Let's go."

He Laibao also laughed and said, "Let's go."

The two old men strode forward, their bodies straight like a javelin, and under their constantly swaying feet, it seemed that they were nurturing the extremely powerful force.

He Yiming looked at the two of them in surprise. At this moment, although there were only two of them, He Yiming suddenly felt a heroic, like a thousand troops.

This feeling should never have appeared on the acquired practitioners, but at this moment, He Yiming clearly sensed that because of their strong, unprecedented emotional fluctuations, they actually had a magical change with some external force that He Yiming had unexpectedly unexpected.

A crazy scene of galloping horses suddenly emerged in his mind. Although the momentum emitted by the two elders was far from reaching that level, it had a vague appearance.

He Yiming sighed, his eyes shining brightly, and in his heart, it seemed that he had touched some key point.

But unfortunately, this feeling was just a sweeping pass, and it disappeared in an instant, becoming unpredictable again.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Lixun asked in a low voice.

She had a vague feeling of spiritual communication between her and He Yiming. Just by relying on his subtle reaction, we knew that he didn't seem to be in a good mood at this moment.

He Yiming smiled at her, lowered his voice, and said, "It's okay, I just remembered a certain martial art, but unfortunately I haven't understood it yet."

Yuan Lixun comforted him: "Young Master, I believe you will understand."

He Yiming focused his head heavily, his eyes full of strong confidence.

The two of them held hands and walked forward side by side with them.

The mountain seemed to be close to you, but when everyone walked over, they found that the journey was not short.

After half a day, he came to the footsteps of He Wude and his friends.

The scenery here does not seem to be different from other places, but He Yiming found a road among the mountains and forests.

This road is more obvious, and it was clearly stepped out of the mountain road after countless years of trampling.

After arriving on this road, the two old men He Wude became more and more excited.

However, if they looked at their appearance alone, their faces were extremely calm. If He Yiming hadn't known them very well and had followed them along the way, he might not have been able to feel the stormy feeling in their hearts at this moment.

He Wude stopped on the trail for a while, then bent down and took a deep breath on a wild flower on the side of the road.

He closed his eyes, and at this moment, it seemed that his whole mind had been indulged in it. He was enjoying the fragrance of this wild flower wholeheartedly, as if the calmest moment in his life appeared here.

He Yiming's eyes lit up. Seeing this scene, he actually felt like he saw a peerless and beautiful painting in his heart.

A feeling of being integrated into this world appeared on the old man He Wude.

It seems that he is between this world. If he moves him away, a black hole will appear in this world, which will become uncoordinated.

He Yiming was amazed in his heart. The old man was obviously not a cultivator in the innate realm, but at the moment he approached Hengshan, he showed some magical power that only innate strong people could show.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, He Yiming wouldn't believe it.

He looked at his grandfather quietly, as if he had learned something from him.

This is a pure feeling, an indescribable feeling. Not only can it be described in words, but even himself does not know what it is.

However, he had a feeling that if he could really understand this power, then there would be an unparalleled and huge help for his practice in martial arts.

The old man suddenly stood up, he glanced forward, and embarked on the road forward again.

Since the moment he stood up, the feeling of magical integration into the world disappeared. He Yiming frowned slightly, and couldn't help but feel regretful.

This is a very rare opportunity, not only for him, but also for grandpa.

If he could enter this state from time to time, even if he was not a practitioner of mutual generation and dual-level practice, he would probably have the possibility of advancing to the innate level.

However, this state is purely an unexpected product. It is not so easy for acquired practitioners to enter it. The probability of this is so low, probably a little lower than the enlightenment of the innate strong man.

The mountain where He Wude advanced was the tallest among the nearby peaks.

Halfway through the mountain, the road ahead suddenly expanded, and neat stone steps suddenly appeared in front of everyone after a bend.

If the road behind is the rugged path among the mountains, then what you see is the real Avenue of Light.

Looking up, there seemed to be no end on this road.

He Yiming sighed in his heart that it is worthy of being a sect that has been passed down for more than 3,000 years, and has been able to build such a grand project in the deep mountains and forests.

I really don’t know how they did it in this environment. Could it be that the whole sect rushed forward and didn’t have to practice anymore?

Just as He Yiming looked into the distance, he saw a flash of light above, and then a sharp and harsh roar suddenly came like flying.

A long silver arrow whizzed from top to bottom from the road.

The arrow was so powerful, but it was not aimed at them, but it landed steadily on the stone steps ten meters away from them.

"It's similar to my elder brother, with eighth internal strength." He Yiming's voice suddenly came over. His voice was not high, but it happened to make the two old men in front of him hear it.

He Wude and the others were slightly stunned, and then they saw a man running down the mountain.

This man stopped before coming to the silver arrow ten meters away from them. This was a young man in his grade 25. He had a slender and straight figure, a cold face, and his black eyebrows were spreading like a mountain eagle. His tall eyebrows slightly pressed down, and two cold lights that pierced the bone marrow from his deep eye sockets.

After seeing He Yiming and others, this person also muttered in his heart. Among the people, they were either old people or women, the only young man, but their faces seemed to be a little too young.

He was cautious, but at this moment, he could not guess what these people came to. However, in his memory, he seemed to have never seen these people, so he said with a cold face: "Everyone, this is the important part of Hengshan. If you come here by accident, please go back."

He Wude looked at this person and smiled at He Laibao. They finally understood what He Yiming said meant.

This person is similar to that of one day, and he actually has the eighth level of internal strength. Even if he is in Hengshan, he is definitely the best among the younger generation.

However, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes. When He Yiming said this, this person had never come out. So how did he infer this person's grade and cultivation? This is a little too powerful. Could it be that every innate master has skill similar to perspective?

However, they didn't know that He Yiming did not have any perspective, but he had a wind-eared magical skill that even the perspective eyes might not be able to match. Moreover, except for the innate masters of the wind system, it would be difficult for the other innate powerhouses to learn this magical skill.

He Wude calmed down and said with a pleasant look: "Young man, we did not take the wrong path, but made a special trip to Hengshan."

The young man's face changed suddenly, and his feet slightly diverted a little.

With such a little change, a powerful evil aura suddenly surged on his body, accompanied by the slow mountain wind, rushing towards him.

There was no angriness on He Wude's old face. When he saw the outstanding young children under Hengshan Gate, he not only had no jealousy in his heart, but instead felt a sense of pride.

Look, this is the gate of Hengshan...

It seemed that he felt the kindness from He Wude, and the young man's face gradually eased. Although he still maintained a vigilant expression, the evil spirit on his body had weakened a lot.

He Wude nodded slightly and said, "Young man, we have no malice, we are just here to ask for the Yao Taoist of Lingyao Peak."

The man's expression that had just calmed down suddenly became nervous again. He closed his lips tightly, and the momentum on his body increased again. This time, the evil aura on his body was much stronger than before.

Yuan Lixun's body shook slightly, and his body was hit by the evil aura faintly became cold. He Yiming's brows frowned slightly, and his robe waved slightly, and a momentum suddenly spread out. However, his aura was only wandering around himself and Yuan Lixun. After meeting the other's evil aura, it was like a soft wall made of clouds and mist, pushing it away gently, without showing any sign of dew, and it didn't even make the other party notice.

Being able to apply true energy to this level shows that his mastery of clouds and mist has truly reached the point of being as he pleases, and there is no longer any obstacle.

The man's face gradually became solemn. Although he was not panicked, he obviously had the intention to retreat.

These four seem to be some old and weak women, and the only male is obviously smaller than his grade.

However, under the pressure of his aura that gathered to the peak, these people looked as if they were nothing, as if they had not felt the powerful aura from him, the eight-level master of internal strength.

At this moment, he immediately realized that these four people were very strong, and at least their internal strength cultivation was not slightly worse than that of himself.

He took a deep breath and said, "Everyone came from afar, logically speaking, he should not stop him. But at this moment, the Taoist Master of the Spirit Medicine Peak is refining spiritual medicine, and he is afraid he has no time to meet guests."

He Wude was slightly stunned. He thought for a moment. Although there were three other peaks in Hengshan, there were two other elders and the most powerful Supreme Elder.

But He Wude didn't want to bother them at all. After all, the reason why he was expelled from Hengshan in the past was because of the elders' persistence. If it weren't for Yao Dao Ren's efforts to protect him, I'm afraid that his skill would be left here.

After pondering for a while, he finally said, "Young man, is He Wujin from Lingyao Peak here?"

The young man was stunned, with a hint of respect in his expression: "Senior, do you recognize Master He?"

A trace of remembrance appeared in He Wude's eyes and said, "I have known him for more than seventy years."

The young man's face suddenly changed, the evil spirit disappeared, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his face, and he said, "Senior, since you know Master He, then please sit up the pavilion halfway up for a while and let me report it?"

He Wudeqi said: "Didn't the welcoming pavilion on the hillside be damaged long ago? Has it been built again in the past few decades?"

After hearing this, the young man finally realized that the other party was not talking nonsense and smiled: "Senior, the Yingke Pavilion was indeed damaged when I was a child, but ten years ago, it was recreated and built under the order of Master Lian Taizu of Fenghuo Peak."

He Wude nodded slightly. With this person's company, everyone climbed up the steps, and in just a moment, they had already arrived in a pavilion where the corner was.
To be continued...