Su Qingjun returned to the Flying Goose Terrace Abode on Purple Cloud Peak in the afternoon. By this time, Yi Xin had already left. Lu Chen put down his luggage, tidied up the hut, and went to work in the spirit field outside the hut.
The spirit field was about two acres in size. The seven Eagle Fruit Trees were transplanted here, spaced very loosely between each other. This was also to provide these precious spirit materials with sufficient spirit energy and nutrition.
Lu Chen carefully looked at the Eagle Fruit Trees one by one. After he had an idea, he chose a few trees that looked the most likely to bear fruit first and cultivated them. When he was tired, he sat down on the embankment to rest. Looking at the hut on the other side, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He muttered to himself, "After living in a hut for so long, I finally managed to live in a brick house, and now I'm living in a hut. I'm really regressing."
"What do you mean regressing?" A clear and melodious voice came from behind him. Lu Chen turned around and saw Su Qingjun standing on the embankment not far away. She was looking at him.
Lu Chen laughed and stood up. "I was just joking. It's fine."
Su Qingjun didn't laugh. Instead, she looked at Lu Chen seriously and said, "Lu Chen, the Eagle Fruit Tree is very important to my cultivation. I don't want anything to go wrong."
Lu Chen was stunned. He seemed to have never expected that Su Qingjun would actually attach such importance to this matter, so he straightened his expression and said, "Don't worry, Senior Sister Su. I fought hard for this matter, so I naturally have to do a good job. I absolutely won't be perfunctory or overlook it."
Su Qingjun nodded and said, "That's good." After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something again. He hesitated for a moment, looked at Lu Chen and said, "In addition, if you do this well for me, I will definitely reward you handsomely. Moreover, it will definitely be much better than the usual practice in Liuxiang Garden. In short, I will definitely not let you go back to where you were before. You can rest assured about this."
A rare trace of embarrassment flashed across Lu Chen's face. He smiled bitterly and said, "Then I thank you very much."
Su Qingjun nodded to him, then turned around and walked towards the cave residence.
But at this time, Lu Chen suddenly called out to her, saying, "Shijie Su, I'm sure you know this Eagle Fruit's character. I'll take good care of it, and once it's ripe, I'll call you. But since I want to do this well, I still have to discuss it with you face to face. During this period of time, you can't leave the cave at will. "
Su Qingjun nodded and said, "Of course. I've left the mountain early recently to deal with some chores. For the next twenty days, I'll be staying in the cave residence to meditate. You can rest assured. "
Lu Chen grinned and said, "Okay."
Su Qingjun glanced at him, turned around with an indifferent expression, and walked towards the cave residence in the distance. And Lu Chen sat down again on the ridge of the field, looked at the spiritual field in front of him, and then looked at the blue sky above his head. Seeing the blue sky and white clouds, as clear as a wash, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He laughed softly and said, "I … I've made a name for myself in farming?"
… …
If there's day, there's night, and if there's light, there's darkness.
When Lu Chen stood under the clear and bright sky, sighing with emotion on the fairyland-like Flying Goose Platform, feeling that there were still some bright and beautiful things in life, in another place in the Kunlun Mountains, He Yi, who was walking on the mountain road, felt a trace of coldness in his heart. He always felt that the place in front of him was a little dark.
The Kunlun Mountains were very large, and most of the places were bright and spacious. Just like the famous sect, the Kunlun Party, it was full of righteousness and awe-inspiring momentum. But such a large cultivation sect, of course, it was impossible for everything to be as it seemed on the surface. At least in the eyes of He Yi, the mountain he was heading to at the moment, the place hidden in the shadows behind the mountain peak, was dark and cold.
Even though it was daytime and the sun was hanging high in the sky, the feeling it gave people still hadn't changed.
The mountain was Nameless Mountain. For many years, it didn't have a name. It seemed that no one was willing to waste their brains to give this damn place a name. So after a long time, Nameless Mountain actually became the official name of this mountain.
Nameless Mountain was a small mountain hidden in the Kunlun Mountains. It was surrounded by tall mountain ridges, so most of the light was blocked by the high mountains. This small mountain was dark, cold, lonely, and cold. It had never been liked by people. In the shadow of Nameless Mountain, in an even darker corner, there was a house that looked like an ancestral hall.
"Righteous Grave."
He Yi looked at the house that seemed very dark even in the daytime, and slowly read the words on the plaque hanging above the door.
A grave was a grave, a place to take in the corpses of the dead. But in the Kunlun Mountains, not all the cultivators of the Kunlun Party would come here after they passed away. For cultivators with profound cultivation such as Zhenjun, Zhenren, Jin Dan, and Foundation Establishment, the Kunlun Party would naturally have a beautiful cemetery to bury them. They would enjoy the incense offerings of the younger generation day and night. During festivals, it would be incomparably lively. It was like a completely different world from the righteous grave.
This dark and cold place took in some lonely and wild ghosts. It took in some people who couldn't enter the bright cemetery of the majestic Kunlun.
He Changsheng's corpse was placed here.
Of course, it was reasonable to say that if they really wanted to investigate properly, this corpse should not have been moved. But even if the Kunlun Party's methods were powerful, they still couldn't keep a corpse in a place where people gathered for a long time. In addition, He Changsheng had lived his entire life in obscurity and died without a sound. Of course, he couldn't enter the Kunlun cemetery, so he could only be placed here in the righteous grave.
The gate of the righteous grave was painted black. In this dark shadow of the mountain, it seemed particularly thick and heavy, but it also gave off a somewhat gloomy feeling. He Yi stood outside the gate and gently exhaled.
This was also his first time here. Normally, almost no disciple of the Kunlun Party would be willing to come here.
He walked forward and knocked twice on the gate of the righteous grave. His low and deep voice spread out, but behind the gate was silence. There was no response.
He Yi furrowed his brows and used all his strength to knock a few more times. This time, the sound was even louder than before. However, in this silence, the sound that suddenly sounded was like an abrupt howl that made people's hearts tremble.
After a moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind the gate. It slowly approached, and then opened the black gate.
A thin and old face peeked out from the gap of the gate. For a moment, He Yi couldn't clearly see how old this man was. However, what gave him the deepest impression was the eyes of this old man who guarded the righteous grave.
There was almost no light in those eyes. There was only numbness and dullness, as if he had reached the final juncture of his life and was about to run out of oil.
"What's the matter?" That pair of cold and numb eyes fell on He Yi's face. Perhaps it was the gloomy atmosphere and dark aura behind him that made He Yi subconsciously shiver.
However, he was after all a cultivator with profound cultivation and outstanding talent. He quickly calmed down and then handed over a warrant from his bosom.
"My name is He Yi. Under the orders of the Sect Leader, I am here to inspect He Changsheng's corpse that was delivered here a few days ago."
This corpse watcher did not reach out to receive it. He only glanced down and then looked at He Yi. After a moment of silence, he slowly pushed open the half-door and said in a hoarse voice, "Come in."
Seeing this corpse watcher move aside, He Yi hesitated for a moment and then stepped into the righteous grave. The moment he stepped over the threshold, he seemed to have a feeling that the sky had suddenly turned darker.
Most of the houses in this righteous grave were painted black. A row of more than ten coffins were placed side by side under one of the walls of this courtyard. On the other side, there were many rooms in front and behind. Some of the rooms looked pitch-black while some of the rooms were lit up with specks of candlelight, emitting a faint light.
As if he saw the doubt in He Yi's eyes, the corpse watcher slowly walked past him and said in a low voice, "Those with candlelight are those who have just died. The road to the netherworld is long and hard to walk in the dark. There must be some light to make it easier to walk."
He Yi's expression changed slightly. He suddenly asked again, "What about those dark houses?"
The corpse watcher turned his head somewhat woodenly and glanced at him. That pair of eyes seemed to have only a turbid haze and numbness. He said, "Those have been dead for a long time. Even their souls have gone far away."
He Yi stared at this corpse watcher, his pupils slightly contracted.
…
Before today, He Yi knew about this place called the righteous grave but he had never been here before. Naturally, he would not know that this place was so gloomy and terrifying, and that there was such a ghastly corpse watcher. If he had not confirmed that he was indeed in the Kunlun Mountains and this righteous grave was indeed the Kunlun Party's territory, He Yi would have even thought that this person before him was some kind of evil demon.
He even felt that those vicious and evil evildoers from the Evil Sect that he had met before, in terms of gloomy and gloomy aura, they were not even comparable to this corpse watcher before him.
However, since the Kunlun Party could allow this person to guard the righteous grave here, he should not really be some kind of demon. Perhaps this kind of place was really too rich in Yin energy. After staying here for a long time, it would naturally become strange. Thinking of this, He Yi felt some sympathy for this corpse watcher. However, he had always been a strong-willed person. After he nodded to the corpse watcher, he said, "Where is He Changsheng's body placed?"
The corpse watcher raised his hand and pointed to a certain place in the courtyard.
He Yi looked at his movement. Not only was it slow, it was also abnormally stiff. He did not know whether it was like a human or a ghost. He could not help but ask, "What happened to your hand?"
The corpse watcher was silent for a moment and said, "It's fake."
He Yi was startled. He took a closer look and indeed found that although the corpse watcher's hand looked no different from a normal person's, it was actually carved from a wooden block.
This made him a little embarrassed. He took a deep breath and bowed his head slightly. He said, "I'm sorry."
The corpse watcher's expression changed a little. He seemed to be a little surprised. After he took another look at He Yi, his stiff gaze seemed to have softened a little. Then, his voice rang out again. He said, "In that room."
He Yi looked in the direction he was pointing. He saw a dark room at the end of the courtyard. There were a few flickering candlelight inside. He nodded and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sir."
Having said that, he stepped towards that direction. However, he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly heard the corpse watcher behind him say, "Hey, do you want to know how that person died?"
He Yi's body shook violently. He suddenly turned around. His eyes shone brightly.
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