The stolen magic is a bit magical

Chapter 168 Mysterious Kunlun
The mark on his forehead was left by the White-robed Heavenly King.

From then on, this hidden dragon king was marked with the mark of shame.

It is not difficult to remove this scar, but it is difficult to remove the scar inside. Therefore, he refused to use modern medicine to treat the scar on his forehead. He wanted to remove the scar in his own way.

However, everlasting ambitions must be matched by capabilities.

During these three years, he had been tracking the whereabouts of the White Heavenly King, but he could not lock on to him.

The White-robed Heavenly King's whereabouts were erratic. Sometimes he was in Fusang, sometimes in Daxia, and sometimes in Luobazhou...

It is extremely difficult to track his whereabouts.

The bigger challenge is what happens after the lockdown?
His cultivation as Blood-Stained Heavenly King has indeed improved significantly over the years, but who can assert that White-Robed Heavenly King has not improved at all?
Once they meet face to face, it is possible that he will avenge his previous humiliation, or it is possible that the White-robed Heavenly King will leave a new mark on him again...

Unless it's thunder!
Unless he locks onto the White-Robed Heavenly King and Jing Lei completes the pursuit and killing him in time.

However, this does not match the glory of the King of Heaven.

Jing Lei has so many important things on his mind, and he is not his babysitter.

Therefore, there are signs that Bloodstain King is a little paranoid...

Lan Yao was too embarrassed to criticize him directly, so she could only euphemistically use "and then" to remind him to calm down...

At this moment on the high-speed train, Lin Xiaosu was also reminding himself to calm down...

Enter the northwest and contact Kuncang.

It is something that must be done.

Because the two foreign objects in Peacock Valley gave him a very real stimulation.

Many things are like this. It’s fine to treat ancient creatures as legends, but when they actually appear in the real world and the myths are truly projected into reality, the impact they bring is definitely not comparable to that of legends.

The leopard appeared, the snow turtle appeared...

These are two auspicious beasts.

This is Yixiang's luck.

But who can guarantee that we will be so lucky next time?
Yixiang is right next to Peacock Valley.

Even if she is not his woman, she is still his comrade-in-arms or...friend.

This is her real crisis.

Moreover, we must never look at problems too one-sidedly.

This kind of problem has occurred in Peacock Valley, but what about Tashan?

Tashan is also a connection point to the other world.

And the day when the zodiac splits will be on the first day of the Lunar New Year next year.

The invasion steps of the ancient creatures can already be seen...

He can't ignore it!
He must find an opportunity to break the deadlock.

And Kun Cang is the only opportunity he can see.

The mysterious Kuncang, originally he couldn't touch it, but Ding Ruoshui gave him a painting, which was a map...

Before sending the map, if in Lin Xiaosu's eyes, Ding Ruoshui was only 50% Kun Cang, after sending this map, he could almost be sure that Ding Ruoshui was Kun Cang's world traveler.

Unfortunately, Ding Ruoshui has been disconnected.

The call was not connected and the message was not read.

In modern society, there are few places that satellites cannot reach.

If she hadn't deliberately turned off her phone, she would have entered... another world.

The high-speed rail passed Ningcheng.

Passed Gancheng.

On to the plateau.

There is a vast expanse of open space on the plateau.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, snow-capped mountains are reflected in the distance, and on the green grassland, the cattle and sheep are like white waves in the green ocean.

From the distant horizon, there is a faint sound of singing.

The singing on the grassland is loud and high-pitched, with great penetrating power.

People on the high-speed train took out their cameras to record this beautiful scenery.

An eagle flew across the distant mountain top. Although it was only a tiny dot, it still had the majestic demeanor of a sovereign in the vast prairie.

"Ah, that's the Kunlun Divine Eagle!" a young man nearby shouted.

"There are many eagles on the grassland. What makes you say it is the Kunlun Eagle?" someone else retorted.

The young man at the beginning was very excited: "The Kunlun Divine Eagle is twice as big as the eagle on the grassland, and it seems to have its own Buddha light."

"Tsk! That's the sunlight..."

Lin Xiaosu stared at the eagle in the sky and agreed with the young man at the beginning.

He can see clearly what others cannot.

The eagle's sharp claws seemed to be made of black gold.

There was a faint golden glow on its feathers. This was definitely not the reflection of sunlight. This color was truly unusual.

The eagle in the sky swooped down suddenly.

Grab a lamb from the grass and soar into the sky.

The herdsman was clearly right beside them, but his behavior at this moment was very strange. He did not use his long lasso to stop the eagle. Instead, he smiled and watched the giant eagle take his sheep straight into the sky... "Damn! This eagle stole sheep, and you actually said it has its own Buddha's light? What kind of Buddha is this?"

Several young people were having a heated discussion on the high-speed train about the profound topic of whether an eagle that steals sheep has Buddha nature.

Finally, an old man gave a point of view: this place is Tibet, and the Buddha in Tibet is different from the Buddha in the mainland.

The Buddha in the mainland is the one who does good.

The Buddha of Tibet is hidden in the natural phenomena of the earth and mountains.

According to the laws of nature, it is natural for an eagle to eat four-legged animals on the grassland, so it is not against the Buddha's nature for it to steal a few sheep occasionally...

As soon as this view came out, the discussion among young people fell silent.

Lin Xiaosu raised his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man seemed to have some knowledge of Tibetan culture. He soon sorted out a thread from the conversation between the people next to him...

This person is a university professor, his surname is Yin, and he works at Southern Xinjiang University.

Professor Yin did not come alone, there were five people who looked like students around him.

Three men and two women.

Among the three men, one is very handsome.

Both women are beautiful, but their beauty is completely different.

The tall woman has an elegant and beautiful look.

And that petite woman, like a shy camellia, bloomed quietly in the corner.

If anyone glanced at her, she would blush...

If this was just a scenery on the journey, they probably wouldn't have met again after taking this same journey. However, perhaps it was the gears of fate that meshed between them, and Lin Xiaosu soon discovered that this group of people who took the high-speed train from Gancheng had the same goal as him.

Huiyan Town at the foot of Kunlun Mountains.

He traveled with the group of people on the bus to the ancient Huiyan town, and they also arrived at a hotel at the same time.

It is already late August and the weather outside is still hot, but here, the mountain breeze from Kunlun takes away the summer heat and brings the cool autumn breeze ahead of time.

Lin Xiaosu carried his luggage bag and went up to the second floor of the hotel.

I put down the bag and went to the second floor platform.

This Tibetan-style hotel has a semicircular roof, and looks like a yurt on the grassland from a distance. There is no view from the roof, but the hotel operator built a platform on the second floor from which you can enjoy the view.

At this moment, the teahouse on the platform is doing a booming business. Half of the dozen or so small tables are occupied. People are drinking tea, cracking melon seeds, eating snacks, and enjoying the beautiful scenery. It is quite pleasant.

Lin Xiaosu pushed open the glass door, and fresh air filled his nose. Instead of walking towards the tea table, he walked to the edge of the platform, put his hand on the railing and looked to the east. There was a clear blue lake.

This lake is called Yancuo.

Wrong, it’s a lake.

Yancuo is the Yanhu Lake.

According to legend, this lake is shrouded in clouds and mist for at least two hundred days a year. Even today when the weather is fine in early autumn, the lake is still half covered with autumn water and half with mist, looking like a fairyland on earth.

The small town downstairs, Huiyan Town, is clean and beautiful. The houses are white, the sky is blue, and the clouds seem to have lost their way between the earth and the sky. The Kunlun Mountains in the northwest are vast and boundless, giving people a feeling of boundlessness and yet incomparable refinement.

This exquisiteness is completely different from the exquisiteness of Jiangnan.

The exquisiteness of Jiangnan lies in the fact that every blade of grass and every tree is trimmed like a work of art. The exquisiteness here is actually quite rough, just like on the big canvas of heaven and earth, drops of rich ink and color are put to outline a beautiful picture.

Lin Xiaosu stared at a road at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

This road has a trumpet-shaped opening, which becomes narrower as it goes inwards, and has several bends like a giant dragon turning its head...

A picture quietly emerged in his mind.

This picture is exactly the painting "Window" painted by Ding Ruoshui.

There is a road outside the window. This road is sketched with simple strokes. Most people cannot tell what it is. However, Lin Xiaosu's brain integrates the famous mountains and rivers in the northwest region. By comparing it with this painting, he found this road, which is Kunlun Mountain. Now, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the details in the painting are filled in bit by bit. He was surprised to find that the end of this road is this road...

On this road, Lin Xiaosu put on a longan and searched the scene...

All of a sudden, a vast amount of information came pouring in.

The locals call this road "Lost Smoke Road".

Why is it the Lost Smoke Road?

Because there are strange objects inside that are hard to see and find in the secular world, yet as unpredictable as smoke and clouds.

There is a thousand-year-old snow lotus.

There are eternal glaciers.

There are unknown corpses under the glaciers, which are still lifelike after thousands of years.

There was a hazy blue fire on the glacier. The dying old man bumped into it and unexpectedly recovered overnight, becoming as strong as a young boy.

There are strange fruits that can hang on the branches for ten years without rotting. From the outside, they look exactly the same as the legendary peaches, but that is only the appearance. The inside is completely unpredictable. Some have fresh and tender flesh, which is the most delicious in the world, while others have a foul smell. What's worse, there may be a kind of flying white worm inside. As long as the fruit is opened, the worm will drill into the person's brain and the person will die.

All the legends seem to be heading in one direction.

That is, on this confusing road, everything is unpredictable.

Everything seems to have two sides. It's a matter of chance or the scythe of the soul-catcher.

Suddenly, there was a slight thump...

Lin Xiaosu, who was standing at the edge of the platform, looked back and saw the shy girl who had been traveling with her. She bumped her head against the glass of the balcony door, rubbing her head and seemed a little confused.

(End of this chapter)