I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 451: Entrustment, Battlefield (5k)

If it were someone else, Wen Yan might indeed be a little worried. Even if he had already resolved the issue, if he saw the other person in his old dream again in a state that was far stronger than what he had seen before, then maybe, maybe there would really be a risk of failure.

After all, Wen Yan had already summed up his experience. Whether it was professional ability or temporary ability, it was all based on his own ability and foundation. If the gap was extremely large, even if he had the corresponding title, it would still be no different from having no title.

For example, with his aunt, even if it was just the aunt in his old dream, she didn't target him. He couldn't even walk in front of his aunt. The pure power gap was too big.

In today's terms, it is not very accurate, but it is equivalent to a certain equivalent. You don't need to consider whether to hit the left eye or the right eye. If you are hit fifty meters away from you, you will die. The only difference is whether you will be stuck on the wall or half of your body will be left.

Wen Yan was very glad that he recognized this fact before he encountered extreme danger, and did not fall into the vicious circle of being led by professional ability.

Therefore, if he wants to take a new path, all his abilities must serve as an aid to this. The progress of his professional abilities can be slowed down, but the new path must be pursued.

This thing, like martial arts, is a power that truly belongs to him.

The last time he fought with the guy from the pawn shop, the other party created a space that banned all abilities, except Wen Yan's martial arts ability.

Because martial arts is the only thing that has been proven since the time of the Zhu family and can be practiced in the Dharma Ending Age, this is the origin of Wu Ming.

Wen Yan first practiced martial arts, and then continued to expand on what he had learned. Naturally, it was a continuation of the past and was completely his own strength, which was different from professional ability.

In the previous critical moments, we did rely on professional abilities, but if the professional abilities were not up to par, then it would be a complete failure. This is a situation where both the strengths and weaknesses are extremely obvious.

One's own strength is different. Perhaps the most outstanding strengths cannot compare with the specialized professional abilities in some aspects, but one's own strength does not have any particular weaknesses and can cope with any situation. The only difference is how much one can cope with.

Now that he had seen the tiger he had met before, Wen Yan had nothing to be afraid of. Judging from the situation, the tiger had not had its spine broken yet and had not been beaten to death again.

It didn’t matter when Wen Yan wasn’t here, this place could be said to be independent.

When Wen Yan came, especially when Ye Er said with great confidence, the most firm point of view was that Gu Meng would be integrated into the present world sooner or later.

Then the tiger here, when facing Wen Yan, is equivalent to being put into a state of being observed.

Wen Yan didn't need to do anything, just a look, and the state of the mountain king here would be synchronized with his original body, achieving unity.

This is the second choice. The mountain king can either choose to resist and lose the title of mountain king, or make the same choice as his original self.

Obviously, the tiger chose the latter without any hesitation.

He regards this thing as more precious than his life. He can lose his life but not this.

It was like this when the tiger was pressed to the ground and the word was written on his forehead.

Therefore, the tiger here is gone, it just collapsed and disappeared here.

Wen Yan glanced at Ye Er, who had a dazed look on his face, and ignored him.

It would be a good thing for him to just crush him to death, and I'm afraid it would fulfill his wish.

Since he can't leave, just forget it and let him watch.

This psychopath said he didn't expect it, but if he got the slightest chance, he would drag Wen Yan into his old dream without hesitation.

Doesn't he rely on his profession as an ancient traveler to be able to enter and exit the ancient dream?
Then limit his ways of leaving and see if he really means what he says.

Wen Yan ignored Ye Er, took a step forward, disappeared into the mountains, and came to the other side.

He probably knew who this person was.

Even in this era, there are probably very few people who can fight against the tiger at this time, let alone take a blow, destroy an arm and a shoulder, but still set a trap and lure the tiger here, so that the tiger was temporarily suppressed.

Wen Yan took a step forward and appeared three feet in front of the other person, then stood up and bowed.

"Fuyu Mountain, gentle words."

The other party stood in place, reluctantly stretched out a hand, saluted, his face solemn, and muttered.

"The name of the Taoist sect Green Ox Stepping on the Mountain..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the other person's face suddenly turn as pale as paper, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body went limp and fell backwards.

Wen Yan took a step forward and instantly appeared next to the other person, supporting him and leaning him against the tree next to him.

"Senior, it's already like this, so stop reciting poems. Who wouldn't recognize you if you made a move?"

The young Taoist leaned against a tree, his mouth twitching.

"I am not yet thirty years old, so I cannot be called a senior."

"Well deserved."

"No, it's too arrogant for a young man to call me a senior."

Wen Yan took out a candy from her bag and handed it to the other person.

"Take it. It's not really medicine, but it should keep you going for a while."

“No need, my heart meridians are already severed, and I will be able to ascend to immortality as soon as I leave this place. You don’t need to do anything.

The contemporary Lieyang has been sent out, but unfortunately I was no match for that big monster.

They also underestimated him, thinking he was just an ordinary monster.

I didn’t expect it to be the Ancient Mountain Lord…”

The Taoist's complexion was getting worse and worse. He was actually dead at this moment. He used his own Taoist skills to set a trap here, so that he could hold on for a while.

He didn't ask how Wen Yan did it, and he didn't even doubt Wen Yan's identity.

A person who practices martial arts and has such strong Yang energy and obviously possesses supernatural powers can only be from Fuyu Mountain.

Seeing that the Taoist's yang energy was gradually dissipating, Wen Yan stretched out his hand and blessed him with yang energy.

In an instant, the Taoist, who already looked as dead as a man, suddenly widened his eyes.

"you you……"

He looked around, then looked at Wen Yan, and then thought about how the mountain monster had just been fine and suddenly disappeared, and the Taoist looked surprised.

"There is no two suns in the sky, and no two yangs on earth. I can see you, so I think there is only one possibility. This is an old dream. I am already dead, and the mountain king must have fallen at your hands."

"That's it."

"Did this generation of Lieyang survive?"

"No, the records say he died in war, but no one knows the specific circumstances. I came here by accident."

"What a pity! This generation of Lieyang was born in a humble family, but he is kind-hearted and intelligent. If he is carefully cultivated, he will definitely become a great man. What a pity..."

The Taoist took out the cloth bag from his body and took out a booklet from it.

"Since I have died here, and this is a time of chaos and war, I think this thing has been lost. Could you please take it to Laojun Mountain?

I also know that it is really difficult to take things away from here, so I can only trouble you to remember as much as you can.

This item is really too important to Laojun Mountain, and I came down the mountain this time just for this matter."

Indeed, it is basically impossible to take anything out of the old dream, at least this book cannot be taken out.

Asking Wen Yan to recite it on the spot would be even more difficult...

So, Wen Yan took out his cell phone, opened the book, and took a few photos of each one to make sure no details were missed.

To be on the safe side, he also took out his personal mobile phone and took a bunch of photos.

The Taoist priest was stunned watching from the side, and finally saw Wen Yan hold the phone in front of him, allowing him to see the clear picture.

"This treasure is probably very precious."

"It's not that precious. Almost everyone has one."

When the Taoist heard this, he burst into laughter three times, leaned against the tree trunk, and died with a smile on his face.

Wen Yan sighed. As soon as the other party made a move just now, he guessed who the other party was.

Previously, the black box was tracking Ye Er's information, but it accidentally went astray and dug out all of Ye Er's ancestors.

The information given by the black box at that time was that in the 27th year of Zhizheng, that generation of Lieyang was discovered and transferred.

However, the world was in chaos at that time, and they fought with a tiger demon on the road. The people who came down from Laojun Mountain were killed on the spot.

But after he died in battle, there were no subsequent records.

It should be the man who came down from Laojun Mountain. He was indeed very powerful and trapped the mountain lion for quite a while.

Then the tiger escaped, and somehow, he made Old Zhu, who was already aiming for the title of King of China, so angry that his spine was broken and he quickly began to prepare for the next season.

Wen Yan didn't even have the heart to tell the Taoist that the person he had just saved by dying in battle ended up dying at the hands of someone else.

Wen Yan looked at the pictures taken on his mobile phone. He really couldn't understand them. There were too many pronouns. Without sufficient relevant knowledge, he could understand each word individually, but when they were put together, it was like reading a book written in heaven.

People at that time were still quite particular. When they met someone, they would first recite a few lines of poetry to introduce themselves.

It's just this record, why can't it be recorded a little more clearly...

Wen Yan felt a headache after seeing this, so he put it away first and then sent it back to Laojun Mountain.

Since no more records were found in the black box, there should be no follow-up to the incident. If this book falls into the hands of someone who can't understand it, they probably won't regard it as a treasure.

Considering the illiteracy rate at that time, Wen Yan estimated that the book was definitely not found in Laojun Mountain. Wen Yan stood up and took the book with him. He couldn't take the real thing out, but it was always okay to take a look at it here.

He buried the Taoist in the place where he had just suppressed the mountain monster. This was the place where the Taoist had used his Taoism. This was the only chance in his life, and he used it here.

After burying the Taoist priest, Wen Yan chopped up a piece of stone and brought it over, then carved a few crooked words on it.

"The tomb of Taoist Master Pingyangzi in Laojun Mountain."

Ye Er, who was dragged by Wen Yan and could not leave or stay too far away from Wen Yan, stood in the distance with a long face, watching Wen Yan's actions.

"What's the point of doing this? You know this is an old dream. There's no point in doing this."

"You've spent your whole life trying to make others feel that what you do is meaningful, and you even resent them for it. But now you're denying the meaning of what others do?"

"..."

Ye Er frowned and said nothing more.

Wen Yan nodded. Although this guy was a psycho, at least he really believed in what he said.

Wen Yan erected a monument for Pingyangzi, not because it had any purpose, but simply because he felt at ease. What he wanted to do was to do the things that were entrusted to him.

For people at that time, especially those who truly practiced Taoism, life and death were really trivial matters. Even if they had no personal acquaintance with someone, if they met them on the road and intervened, even if it meant their body would be destroyed, they still had to do it.

Wen Yan admired this kind of people very much, so he was doing these things that seemed meaningless to Ye Er.

Ye Er stood in the distance, watching in silence.

All he felt now was fear.

He didn't understand what had happened before. If it was just about strength, he would think it was normal. There were always people with stronger strength, so there were too many of them in his dreams.

But when he saw in Wen Yan a person with the same firm belief as himself, he began to be afraid.

He now feels that if he simply blocks Wen Yan's route to ascend, is it still not safe?

He had previously noticed that there was a connection between him and Wen Yan, so he did not hesitate to drag Wen Yan into one of his most impressive dreams, thinking that this would be safer.

His ideas are somewhat different from others. He believes that the root of the problem must be eradicated.

Now, he felt more and more that his judgment was correct. The reason why Wen Yan was dangerous was not because of Lieyang at all.

Now it seems that Wen Yan is not in a hurry to find a way to leave, nor is he worried about the situation here. He drags him but does not kill him.

This is going to destroy his faith.

But Ye Er himself admitted that Wen Yan was right.

When your ideas are not understood by others, if you want them to understand your ideas, you must first understand what their ideas are. Only in this way can you find a point of entry and assimilate them.

Simple physical elimination has been proven by countless examples to be useless.

When a spark falls, it will always turn into a prairie fire again.

Whether inside or outside China, history has proven that simply blocking is useless.

After Wen Yan finished this, he turned and left without paying any attention to Ye Er.

Ye Er was bounded within a certain distance and dragged by Wen Yan. He stood still, his body seemed to be stuck, and was constantly dragged forward by the connection between them.

Wen Yan still remembered that Black Box said that after being rescued, Lieyang of that generation went all the way south, encountered war, and encountered rampant demons and ghosts. He was involved in the war and finally died.

Wen Yan wanted to try and see if he could see it. He wanted to see it with his own eyes.

And this may require Ye Er to act as the key and medium.

Wen Yan walked quickly forward and soon left the mountains here and saw the fog at the edge of the old dream.

Ye Er was being dragged and didn't know what Wen Yan was going to do. While he was still wondering whether he should do something, Wen Yan spoke.

"Didn't you say that the era when the scorching sun existed would definitely turn into a dream? Moreover, this dream would not dissipate with the passage of time? Then, practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Let's go now. Do you have any objection?"

"..."

Ye Er's face was solemn, and he thought to himself, here it comes.

He frowned, knowing that Wen Yan wanted to borrow his strength so that he could have an expectation in his heart and lock in a direction first.

However, every bone and every muscle in his body was filled with resistance.

But in his heart, he simply couldn't refuse.

If you want to instill your own ideas into Wen Yan, then what better way is there than taking Wen Yan to see it in person?

His face was full of resistance, but in his heart, he had already begun to follow Wen Yan's thoughts.

He began to recall his ancestors and the past.

The anchor began to drop.

As long as he has this old dream, then with this kind of connection, blood connection, and corresponding profession, he does have a great probability of locking on to the old dream that Wen Yan wants to go to.

When Ye Er saw that the fog in front of him began to fluctuate, a trace of despair appeared on his face.

He couldn't control himself, and in his heart, he completely agreed with what Wen Yan said.

The anchor point appeared.

Why did he feel like he was being controlled by Wen Yan even though he was clearly trying to advance what he was about to do?

Wen Yan pointed at the fog and stretched out his hand to guide it.

"please.

By the way, the existence that you think is unrivaled, once had someone who could rival it.

Even in our own era, there are beings that can rub him to the ground and break his spine.

You don't think that if the old dreams were integrated into the present world, there would only be those evil things, right?

You look down on our times too much.

You are actually just a typical extreme selfish person, you just want to find your position in the future in advance.

Just like you once ventured to the north, you are only doing it for profit.

If it succeeds, you will gain huge benefits; if it fails, you will leave your life there.

It's better to be sincere instead of being too pretentious. "

Ye Er closed his mouth and said nothing more.

He looked at the vortex that began to appear in the mist and gradually took shape. He pondered for a moment, untied the bandage on his palm, squeezed out the blood and splashed it out, letting the blood fall into the vortex of mist.

With a whoosh, a hint of blood emerged from the vortex of fog.

Ye Er kept silent, but Wen Yan had already taken a step forward and stepped directly into the vortex of fog, disappearing in an instant.

Ye Er re-bandaged the wound with a complicated expression.

He hadn't even said what was over there before Wen Yan had already walked over.

He understood that Wen Yan believed in his firm belief in his own ideas, but the more so, the more complicated he felt.

An enemy is more convinced of his own ideals than his companions.

After a moment of silence, Ye Er took the initiative to step forward and entered the fog vortex without waiting to be dragged in.

The moment he went out, Ye Er stretched out his arms to cover his eyes, and a dazzling light bloomed in front of him.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and fierce attacks were surging in front of us, wave after wave.

When the light gradually faded, Ye Er squinted his eyes and saw that this place looked like a battlefield.

A large number of militiamen, who don’t even have armor, are fighting here.

The ground was a river of blood, with corpses everywhere and evil spirits mixed in. Some of them held human hearts in their hands, and some held human heads.

There were black birds circling in the sky, and the air was filled with evil spirits. A large number of monsters couldn't wait to start their feast.

Flames were burning on the battlefield. A large number of demons and ghosts were enveloped by the extremely abnormal and huge yang energy and were all ignited.

The most eye-catching focus was Wen Yan, who was standing in the center of the battlefield holding the Chunjun Mace.

Wen Yan exerted force with his feet, and the head of a demon under his feet was pressed directly into the mud. A raging fire burned and continued to spread.

He also didn't expect that after coming here, he would encounter a battlefield, and it was such a tragic battlefield.

Those warring people were like wildebeests trying to cross a river. There were countless other things around them, hiding in the river that they could not see, waiting to start a rare feast.

This is completely different from the ancient battlefield that Wen Yan had imagined.

Even though he knew that armor was actually a very valuable item, he did not expect that only a few of the two warring parties here could wear simple leather armor.

If Ye Er's key is correct, this should be the place where the fourth Lieyang died.

(End of this chapter)